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His decent into slavery Pt 6

With that, she put her heels on and took me by the hand. I was level with her neck in height. She was a pure Goddess. She took me by the hand and led me out of her room and down the long hallway to the other side of the chateau. The breeze was cool on my naked body after the warmth of her breasts and room. I felt strange walking with her. Me completely naked and her in this body hugging electric blue dress. Even other mistresses stared at her as we passed them in the hallway. My deep down secret was that she had swallowed my seed. This magnificent woman who I had just breast fed from was also wanting my children. I was on cloud nine. In my old life, a woman like this wouldn’t have looked twice at me.

Her hand was firm as she pulled me along. My penis had dropped now due to the coldness of the hallway. I was getting used to my hood and the poor vision I had through the eye mesh even though my side vision was restricted. My walking pace had picked up. As we rounded a corner in the hallway, another mistress with a female slave attached to her by a chain stopped us.

“Hi Sienna” she said. “So this is the breeding slave we have been waiting so long for”

With that she looked at my genitals expecting something huge.

“He’s not as big as I hoped.” she said.

“Oh yes he is Carman, you just have to get him in the right situation” Sienna said winking at me.

During the course of the conversation I noticed the slave girl also looking at my penis. Her hands were tied to her collar around her neck forcing her breasts outwards. Her vagina was completely shaved. She was a redhead with a few freckles on her face. She had an hourglass figure mainly due to the tight corset she was forced to wear. I noticed her very full lips. Her nipples seemed painted onto her breasts. Above her left nipple was some sort of a barcode. It was the strangest tattoo I had ever seen.

“Rebecca says that after he is marked, my slave here will be one of the first to be bred with him.”

I looked at the girl who re-adjusted her stance and seemed to push her breasts out further. So, she and I were to have sex.

“He’ll be ejaculating his sperm into her until she misses her first period,” her mistress stated proudly. “Of course you can watch with all of us as they have sex Sienna if you wish. Watch the conception of a new life. It’s all so exciting.” she exclaimed.

Sienna replied with half a whisper. “Thank you, I’ll look forward to that.”
She still seemed sad. I now thought I was to be a sex act for all mistresses and slaves to enjoy. Not even sex for me was to be a private act.

Sienna squeezed my hand tight. “We must be going Carman” Sienna stated.

“See you soon.” Carman replied and with that her slave followed her down the hallway.

Mistress Whip appeared from a doorway.
“Hi Sienna, I’ll take him now. How was Paris?”

“The same thing. Dirty old men taking photos, wanting me to pose in erotic positions. I think I want to move on.” she said.

“Marie Clare’s photos were brilliant.” said mistress whip

“Yes, but to explicit. I don’t want to be a males masturbation statue.” Will rebecca be free today? I need to talk to her.” she said pleadingly.

“Yes, of course, probably about 4pm when our slave here has finished being marked.”

My heart flipped. It was only 8.30am. What were they going to do to me?

“We’ll bring him back to yo around 6pm for his evening feed.” mistress Whip stated.

“What about his lunch, he’ll need something before his evening breast feeding.” Sienna said startled.

“Off course. Mistress Rebecca and I will give him our urine. He won’t starve Sienna.”

With that mistress Whip took my hand and led me further down the hallway. Then we turned into a room full of stainless steel. Benches were everywhere and plenty of medical implements. Suddenly a familiar voice. “Hello David.” It was my mistress wife Rebecca. She was wearing riding britches and a white shirt tide at the bottom. She didn’t need to wear a bra as her breasts just seemed to announce themselves.

“Hello mistress” I said gingerly not knowing what was to happen.

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