Choices

            “Master, please, use my pussy,” Amber entreated, lower lip a-trembling.

            “No, choose mine!” Leena begged, big brown eyes peering out from between her long slender legs.

            The girls had just finished tidying up after dinner and were vying for a place in their master’s bed for the night. Amber and Leena had assumed their display positions, legs spread as far as their chains would allow, pulled high into the air, exposing their cunnies for master’s discretion.

            Chloe, on the other hand, a breeder and recent lender was rather confused by the other girls’ behavior. Sex was something the master ordered breeders to do, a thing that for her had always been a duty and certainly not something she would ever beg for. Consequently, she exposed her cunny as commanded pulling her knees in, but never fully reaching the poise of her fellow slave girls and certainly not stretching her chain to its fullest. Of course she would soon changed her mind. The chosen girl was allowed to sleep on the master’s soft mattress, while the others slept on the floor locked in a cage, hands and feet chained to collar, preventing any attempt at solitary pleasures. Chloe began to remember she hadn’t slept on a mattress since she became a slave, and as the oversexed satisfaction from her time as a breeder wore off she began to get rather antsy. At first she was ashamed to beg like the others, but when she eventually did, she was rewarded with an unforgettable night and thereafter found herself stretching the chain each night. She dreaded going back to Frank's Farm and Mistress Tracy's whip, but she had only been lent for a month. Maybe the master could be convinced to buy her if she gave him a really wild ride.