Laneys Breeding Journey Pt 01

At exactly 8am, one of Master's other slaves woke Laney up to begin her cleaning routine. As Laney laid in the hot bath, the slave softly scrubbed her body and washed her hair.

It had been three months since she was last allowed to come. Master's rules were clear: slaves were to be bred only during their fertile window, and otherwise, their desire was meant only for torment, their energy required to be spent serving Master and the slaves who were being bred that week.

As a new slave, Laney also had to wait for Master to approve her for breeding. For the last three months, Laney had dutifully focused on her training requirements. Each morning, she rose at 6 and prepared food for Master, fulfilled her cleaning duties, and supported her Master in whatever he requested. If she was good, Master would sometimes pet her pussy, never enough for climax, but oh how she longed for any form of touch during those weeks. Other days, he would require her to clean his cock, or service one of the other slaves who was being bred, provided she did not disturb his seed in her ministrations.

But now it was her turn. She could feel the tenderness in her breasts growing, her pussy at this point desperate for some sort of release.

For the next few days, she would finally get the pleasure of Master's attention on her. The opportunity to carry Master's seed in her body.

The cleaning slave rubbed the cloth against her pussy as she made her way down Laney's body, and Laney couldn't help but let out a guttural, warbling moan. Her legs fell further apart, her body so primed to be bred that even this washcloth with no potency was almost too much.

She was grateful when it moved on to her legs, ensuring her body was in prime shape for Master's attentions.

After her bath she was given one of the red silk robes worn only by slaves in their breeding window. Master's rules were clear: breeding slaves were not to wear clothes, so as to not distract from the purpose of their supple bodies. While she was in her dressing room preparing, she would wear this robe, and whenever she was in her Master's presence she would be naked and ready for him at any moment.

For now, she sat in her robe, with food brought by the cleaning slave to ensure her energy, and waited, her mind already drifting to what was to come.

***

It had been 3 months since Laney had begun serving Master. Before she started, her life had been constantly busy and stressful. Her work was mentally and emotionally demanding, and left her little time for dating. She had imagined herself having children, but at the pace she was living, it was impossible to imagine when that would happen.

She had started having dreams of leaving her job and living a life oriented around pleasure and servitude. She'd wake up to images of her body filled with child, feel the moisture leaking from her. She felt so confused; she had always been fiercely independent, but in her dreams, the ones she would wake up so turned on from, she delighted in just doing as she was told.

Her dreamself spent almost no energy thinking. Her days had routines, her instructions were clear, and her body, normally existing in service of her brain, was the focus of all the attention.

After a few months of these dreams, Laney decided she needed to take action. She was constantly horny and her work productivity was decreasing as a result. She still wasn't sure what was driving these dreams, but it didn't really matter if they kept happening.

She found Master on a dating app. He was very clear in his description; he was not interested in anything casual, only in long term relationships with women who desired to serve him as a slave.

When they first met, Laney felt an immediate comfort with Master. He was very clear with his expectations, and told her she would have to go through a selection and training process if she wanted to become a slave. It was very important to him that all of his slaves were properly fit for him, and he for them. He asked her what had made her reach out to him, and she surprised herself by telling him about the dreams that had been plaguing her.

Laney hadn't expected Master to be so...compassionate. There was no judgment in his response. He merely looked at her and said, "It's reasonable to feel exhausted from a life that is all about productivity. It sounds very tiring, and your body feels very neglected as a result."

Master explained to her what serving him would entail. "All of my slaves are breeding slaves. This means that they are nurtured and cared for throughout the month, with minimal stress, so that during their fertile window their bodies will be in optimal shape to conceive. As a slave, you would be expected to follow my instructions 24/7 regarding the care and maintenance of your body. You will be provided nourishing food to eat, and a room where you will sleep. When your are not in your fertile window, you will help support my slaves who are ready for breeding, doing whatever I ask of you in the process. You will not be allowed to touch yourself or orgasm from any means outside of your fertile window. But when it is time for you to be bred, I will do my duty to provide you with as much seed as possible, and the other slaves will support you in ensuring your body is as relaxed as possible for conception."

Laney took a gulp. She felt suddenly aware of the feeling of her pussy lips inside her pants, the friction no longer a background noise but a focal point of sensation. Was she ready for such a change? Quitting her job, becoming a sex slave? It sounded crazy, but, well...she felt crazy.

She looked at Master and told him, "I am ready."

***

The training had been steady and consistent. For the last three months, she shadowed one of the other slaves, learning the daily routine, the cleaning schedule, and Master's expectations for her behavior.

While she was in training, Master would not breed her. She had to earn his seed, and only when he deemed her behavior up to par for one of his slaves would she receive the reward of breeding time. So for the last three months, she had helped clean and supported Master and her fellow slaves through breeding time, but her own pussy had remained unentered.

At night, she would go to sleep relaxed, but tormented by memories of cries of pleasure coming from the other slaves that she supported in their breeding. Her mind was filled with images of Master's seed dripping from their newly filled bodies, one of her tasks scooping up any that emerged after his fucking and pushing it back inside their puffy holes, their bodies so spent from the breeding process that doing this would barely evoke more than a sudden intake of breath.

Other times, she would be responsible for pleasuring the slaves using one of the clitoral vibrators or wands left available. Breeding slaves were allowed to have unlimited orgasms during their breeding period, and she would provide them pleasure until Master was ready to use them again, provided none of her ministrations disturbed the seed working its way into their bodies.

She was surprised how well she had adapted to this process. Even without being allowed to cum these last few months, her body delighted in the simplicity of her new life. She felt relaxed and resplendently feminine, and even though she had only ever dated monogamously prior to this, she was surprised to find that she got along well with the other slaves, and even felt happy to serve them during their breeding.

But now it was her turn.

Last week Master had said he was pleased with her progress as a slave, and declared her ready for breeding. It was more than she dared hope for; her body felt beyond ready, but she knew better than to ask for such an honor before Master thought she had earned it.

Now, as she sat in her robe in her lounge space, and awaited her cleaning slave to bring her to the breeding chambers, she took stock of the changes in her life, in her body. She had never before been so in tune with the desires of her body. After three months of observing her cycles and tracking ovulation, she was now acutely aware of her fertile window approaching, of the invitations her body began to offer as it approached ovulation. She was horny yes, but there was also a deeper craving here. Her mind jumped to images of her, swollen with Master's baby. It was really happening.

Just as she was journeying into the future in her imagination, the cleaning slave returned and told her "Master is ready for you."

Laney gulped and stood up, shrugging the silk off her shoulders and passing it to the slave, who hung it up before they left the room. Now fully naked, the reality of Laney's situation hit her. Here she was, walking down a hallway with another slave, being led to a breeding chamber, where her new Master would impregnate her. And somehow, this felt completely natural.

She could feel her hips rolling with each step, her bare feet on the floor anchoring her to her body. And soon enough they arrived at the breeding chamber, thankfully familiar already from her time spent assisting the other breeding slaves over the last few months. Another cleaning slave who had prepared the chamber greeted them as they arrived.

The breeding chamber wouldn't look so different from a normal bedroom to many people, except for the pillows and props that could be used to adjust angle, and of course, the presence of nude cleaning slaves on either side of the bed, ready to assist in the breeding session. Master was diligent in his duties and made sure that his slaves were properly filled.

Laney was helped onto the bed, her legs angled and propped to offer maximum visibility and access to her pussy. If needed, the slaves would hold her legs apart during the process to ensure her movements did not disrupt the goal.

The first cleaning slave looked at Laney in admiration, noticing her already pointed nipples and the initial drops of arousal peeking through her lower lips, which were slowly spreading open further due to the position of her legs. "Master is going to be so pleased with you, your body is so ready for him."

Indeed, Laney was quite the tableau. Her legs spread wide, pussy glistening, waist and hips ripe for the grabbing, her head tilted up on a pillow just enough to see what an image she made. While she waited, the two cleaning slaves began to prep her body, one moving her fingers around Laney's nipples while the other swiped a finger up through her pussy, circling her clit with the moisture.

After so long not being touched, even this light teasing was almost too much. She would get to come so soon, but she knew that her first climax belonged to Master. She didn't dare come before he told her she could.

She closed her eyes and breathed, willing herself to not go over the edge from the sensations of the two slaves touching her and the stimulation of the whole experience. It took so much focus that she jolted a bit when she heard Master's voice.

"I see my newest breeding slave has been well prepared. Thank you, slaves." Laney opened her eyes to see her Master, already nude himself, his erection telling her that he too, had been looking forward to this moment, step between her legs, grabbing one thigh, and with the other hand, dipping his fingers into her wetness.

"Mmm," he said, spearing two of his fingers into her opening, noticing how swollen it was, the months of torment having built up. "It would seem you are already quite close, my pet. I know you know that you may not come until I tell you you may. Luckily for you, that will be quite soon." Laney moaned incoherently in response, all of her energy going to obeying his rule. She would not come until he gave her permission. She was determined to be a good slave!

Master removed his fingers from inside her and holding his cock in his hand, dragged it across her dripping cunt, so hungry to be filled. Her hips twitched at the tease, and the two cleaning slaves promptly moved into position to hold her down.

"Please, Master," Laney begged. "Fill me with your seed." As the words left her mouth, she felt Master's cock spearing her, the fullness almost too much to bear. He groaned at the feeling of being planted inside her for the first time. Yes, this slave's training was worthwhile.

Laney's words left her as he gripped her hips and began to move, yelps coming out of her mouth now in lieu of anything else to say. The two cleaning slaves held her shoulders down, one caressing a nipple as Master increased his fucking.

"Yes, that's it, milk my cock with my pussy" he growled at her, increasing the pressure and adding circular movements in, pulling his cock to her lips and then plunging back inside again, the squelching sounds of her arousal filling the room as she moaned, unable to move much with his hands and the slaves' hands holding her in place.

She felt the tickle of arousal growing inside her, and squeezed her muscles inside as he penetrated her, gathering them tight and releasing, suctioning his cock inside her. He groaned and accelerated his movement, their bodies slapping together as he raced to fill her with his seed.

Just when she thought she couldn't hold back anymore, her body overwhelmed with the buildup of three months of training, he told her "You have my permission to come now, pet."

His own movements took a frenzied tone and his hands pulled her hips towards him, her legs held wide by the props the cleaning slaves had placed, unable to do anything but receive. She screamed as the whole experience overtook her, the orgasm she had been holding off for so long rampaging through her body, sending him over the edge with her. She felt his cock deep within her, against her cervix, as he jerked, the first hot spurts of his seed filling her still vibrating body, pulling another long moan from her mouth.

The cleaning slaves were caressing her gently, no longer needing to hold her in place. As she came back to the room, she saw Master slowly withdrawing his cock from her body, their juices glistening.

As soon as his cock emerged, one of the cleaning slaves promptly knelt in front of him and opened her mouth to clean it, gently sucking their juices off, careful not to add too much stimulation so soon after his orgasm.

Master looked at Laney, her cunt dribbling lightly with his cum, legs and chest covered in sweat, muscles completely relaxed, and said "You have been a good little pet. Relax, and let these slaves take care of you. When you're ready, you will meet me at the breeding bench"

With that, he left the room. The slave who had cleaned his cock promptly turned her attention to Laney's pussy, carefully swiping the dribbling cum from her cunt with a finger and pushing it back inside.

The other slave took a wand from the cabinet, and began running it in circles around Laney's clit. Laney twitched, too depleted to move more, but just now realizing that he had barely even touched her clit, and she had been so turned on that it hadn't even mattered.

The wand moved in tighter and tighter circles until the vibrations were pressing directly on her clit, and even her in exhaustion Laney couldn't hold back a scream as her pleasure built again, but this time with a completely different energy than the round before. Her muscles contracted and released as the pressure built, and this time she felt not Master's fullness inside of her, but the wetness of his seed sloshing with her pulses. The satisfaction of that feeling mixed with the stimulation on her clit and she crested over the edge again, this climax a gentler wave lulling her into sleep, her body worn out from the excitement and release.