"I understand that it might be hard for you to rid yourself of your old habits, my slave," Tarnished's new master said with his customary smirk. What was she doing, hiding her body from her master? This was not a great way to make a good first impression, to show him what a good slut she was. She had thought that her body was her only obstacle, but the old shame that was so ingrained in her crippled her still. Old habits died hard, she guessed.
"Look up at me, slave. And tell me what you see," master ordered, and Tarnished obeyed. The raw desire shining out from his green eyes warmed her and made her pussy tingle pleasantly. He was her master, and he had a right to her body, even more so in this case seeing as he had somehow shaped it into its current form. She would give herself to him fully, both from gratitude and as his slave, as she had always dreamed about. That didn't make the shame go away, though.
"Lust, master. I see the lust in your eyes," Tarnished said, and she was surprised by how smoothly and easily she spoke.
"I have made the outside match the inside," master said and smiled at her surprised expression. He stood beside her and carefully arranged her long hair, so it hung down her back, leaving the front of her body exposed. He was just slightly taller than her, so when he pressed himself into her side, he was at the perfect height to whisper in her ear. He ground his hips into her nakedness, making it abundantly clear that he was rock hard, for her. That was the most wonderful thing of all, clear evidence that he wanted to fuck her.
"Things are different now," he whispered, lips almost touching her ear. "The shame you are feeling is a remnant of your old life. It has no purpose." That might be true, but it was hard to let it go just like that. "I have made you into my ideal woman, so you may never doubt that you arouse me, slut. But look up, and you might see it in these people too." It was hard, so hard, to overcome her feelings. But Tarnished wanted to please her master, so slowly, ever so slowly, she looked up from the ground to stare at the people around her.
It was irrational of her to think that she would see the old scorn she was so used to lingering on most people's faces, she knew. Even with her new body, some part of her still thought that she was that same twisted little girl she had been all her life, and Tarnished reflexively braced herself for what she thought she would see. That small part was blown away at what greeted her eyes, and Tarnished finally came to really accept her situation. The expressions varied from awed, to confused, to teary-eyed, but no one seemed upset at her as she looked around. They all had one thing in common, though.
"They want me," she said in disbelief, and her master chuckled in her ear.
"That's right, slave. The men want to fuck you, and the women want to be you. Some of them might want to fuck you too, actually." He whispered, and Tarnished could practically feel the grin growing on his face. "Now, lower your arms, slave. I want to show off my masterpiece," Tarnished was reluctant at first, but she had to admit that feeling all those eyes on her, devouring her, was exciting. She looked at her master, and he smiled at her knowingly, so with a fierce blush, she did as ordered. The shame was still there, but it was overruled by the deep throbbing in her cunt. All those lustful eyes running over her, thinking about what they wanted to do to her. It got her absolutely soaked, and she could feel her juices running down her legs.
"Good girl," her master said in her ear, and Tarnished flushed at the praise. She wondered what she had been so afraid of. This was what she had wanted for the better part of her life, after all. The last of her apprehension and fear left her as she decided to show her master what a filthy slut she truly was. "Time for your inspection, slave," Master stated, and Tarnished's excitement redoubled. If this would be anything like Letitia's inspection, she would enjoy it immensely.
Master moved behind her, and Tarnished could feel his cock pressing into her naked ass. She squirmed and pushed herself back into it as Master's strong arms wrapped around her and grabbed onto her heaving breasts.
"These are some magnificent tits, my slave," Master said as he massaged them and left a trail of kisses along her right shoulder. They truly were, and they felt great pressed into his hands. The crowd didn't bother her anymore. If anything, their stares enflamed her lusts as they watched how her master fondled her. "Aren't you grateful?"
"Oh, yes, master, mmh. I could never thank you, ah, enough for giving me this body. Only by putting it to its proper use for you could I ever hope to repay you," Tarnished moaned out breathlessly and ground herself harder into her master's crotch. He groaned into her ear and pinched her nipples as if in admonishment, but it only inflamed her further.
"Good answer, slut. But not quite the one I was looking for," Master growled out into her ear and pinched even harder, making a heady mix of pain and pleasure go straight to her pussy. She whimpered at the sensation, her hips twitching on their own, desperate for something to enter her cunt. Tarnished's hands traveled in that direction, but Master tutted at her.
"None of that now, slave," he smacked her hands away before going back to her nipples. "You'll not touch my property without my permission ever again. Is that clear, little whore?" Fuck, this was so hot. The way Master handled her was sweet torture to her senses and made her heart race with excitement. Referring to her as his property, ironically, made her want to touch herself even more. But he was her master, and Tarnished didn't want to disappoint him.
"Yes, master, I understand," she said apologetically, but with a hint of disappointment leaking through her voice. Master laughed and whispered in her ear again.
"Good girl, now clasp your hands behind your head and spread those gorgeous legs for me." Tarnished obeyed without hesitation, making herself completely open to the crowd, and eagerly welcoming their lustful stares. The position opened her pussy more and presented her tits better, or it would if her master's hands weren't all over them. That was fine, though, as everyone got to watch how he played with them.
"Let me be more clear, my slut. Who owns these tits?" Master growled next to her ear as he squeezed them in his hands. It was an easy question with an easy answer, but it still made Tarnished desperately horny as she thought about it.
