Master and Pet_(0)

“She is a fine girl, this one should do well,” the man in the chair, wearing a thick robe said softly. The large room was basked in the soft light of candles and a lamp on the far wall, covered in a red silk drape. The girl in front of him stood, camisole and jeans, with her head down and her mouth trembling. The woman next to her was wearing thigh high boots and leather straps, covering and exposing large swaths of bare, white skin the color of porcelain. she smiled, the thick red lipstick exposing bright white teeth. In her gloved hand was a small chain that led up to the young girl’s neck, around a small leather collar and a chrome ring.

“has she been introduced properly?” the man in the chair asked. He stroked his chin, the small stubble of two days’ growth scraped against his fingertips. “No master, I have left her mostly untouched, for you.” The red haired woman responded. She shifted her weight, the chain swayed in her grasp, but the girl didn’t make a sound, only her heavy silent breathing.

“Becca, bring her closer.” He beckoned to her. She moved forward, tugging on the chain and the girl in the shirt and jeans followed. When the woman came near to the man in the chair he grabbed the chain with one hand and with the other wrapped around the red-haired womans buttocks. His hand slipped around her garter belt and on the bare skin of her ass.

“Very good girl,” he said. She moved into his hand as he slipped his fingers along her panties and towards her vagina. “Anything for you, Master,” was her reply.

She obediently kneeled next to his chair, and the man leaned forward to look up at the girl with her head bent forward. She had dirty blonde hair, streaks of light browns and darker shades. Her skin, he noticed was white and fair. She wore a purple shirt, two slender straps holding it up. Her breasts were round, perky. She was young.

Becca had done good finding her.

The Master pulled the chain down gently and the girl followed it, down to her knees. He reached forward and pulled her chin up to look into her eyes.

“Are you scared?” he asked her. She shook her head. The flash of uncertainty in her eyes told him what he knew already. She had lied.

“I want you to be comfortable. Are you comfortable on your knees?” he asked. Becca had begun to rub on her breasts, attracting a flicker of the girls eyes. The master noticed.

“Does my slave interest you, girl?” He asked, his voice becoming cold.

The girl lowered her eyes back down again, and shook her head. The Master leaned back, stroking the head of his pet besides him. She was young, her skin was unmarked and smooth, white and creamy. Her youth was still intact.

“You were brought here to please me. Do you understand?” The girl hesitated, and then nodded her head. “And you came, willingly?” Again she nodded.

“Look up at me.” He said in a stern voice. He lifted his robe, exposing his naked lap, and opened his legs for her to see. “Come do what you were brought here to do”

The girl moved forward, on her knees until she reached the chair.