My Sister's Keeper Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

My Sister's Keeper Pt. 04

... would never forget my cumming face.

After tonight James would have to either lust after me like a bull chasing down a heifer, or he would be so disgusted with my lewd behavior he'd never come back to this bar. At least as long as I was a cage dancer here.

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The next morning came earlier than usual. When Master Eric entered my kennel and woke me, no one else was yet awake. I looked at him groggily, wondering what he wanted. Had he finally decided to fuck me? At this time of the morning? He motioned me to get up and follow him. He led me downstairs to the rear of the building before he spoke. My curiosity had cleared the sleep fog from my brain. I felt alert, and somewhat apprehensive.

"It's time for you to go home, Katherine." Master reached for my leash.

"I thought this was home, Master." I was getting really scared now, where was he taking me?

"No, your owner wasn't in a position to care for you properly when you were enslaved. So he loaned you to us until he could. Now he wants you home."

Mistress was stern but fair. I was good at my job and had learned to enjoy the hours of non-stop sexual energy from dancing nude all night. It never crossed my mind that I might be going anywhere else. Tears began to form in my eyes, my breath was short as I imagined what fate might await me at the end of this journey.

Completely out of line due to my fear, I asked, "But Master, where am I going? Have I not been pleasing to you and ...

... Mistress?" My tears were flowing steadily now, not wanting Master see me cry, I hung my head, abandoning the perfect Nadu posture I'd worked so hard to master.

Master's fingers gently lifted my chin up so I could meet his gaze. I'd worked my self into a panic which was so unlike me, but I hated not knowing, and I hated feeling this level of fear.

"Relax Katherine, where you're going is safe. I can guarantee you will not be mistreated. You may not be happy about your new home, but you should be. You are going to a beautiful home where you will be loved, and cared for. This is a step up for you. For a slave, you'll live like a rock star."

Master held my gaze, allowing me to search deeply in his eyes for any sign of deceit. I saw none, so I looked down, breaking eye contact, "Yes Master. Thank you, Master. Please forgive me for speaking out of turn, it won't happen again."

Master then did something he'd never done before. He stroked my hair, leaving his hand on my cheek caressing me softly with his thumb. Still frightened and starved for a man's attention, I leaned my cheek into his hand seeking to extend the contact. While his simple gesture brought me comfort, it also had the effect of bringing back my tears in full force.

"Mother and I have enjoyed having you here. We wouldn't let you go anywhere you'd be abused." He took his hand away, much to my dismay, "Leash."

I tilted my head back as far as I could so Master could attach my leash. Not that I needed one, ...