I awake cocooned in soft feminine warmth, nestled between the pinay and the new Japanese girl. My legs are entwined with the pinay girl, her sleeping face between my breasts. She is tiny. I want to lie in bed longer, just basking and lazing, enjoying the warmth of naked flesh against mine.
The other girls are rising though, soon the slave quarters will be full of voice and girlish laughter.
It is Friday morning, the day of the Choosing. Mistress will be here soon, she will name the Chosen and lead them away.
There are eight of us in the slave quarters. We share two big beds every night, however many of us are not in Master's bed. He comes to the quarters and picks one girl, or two, or three. Sometimes four. We scamper and plead, tease him, play cute, wanting to be picked, to spend the night moaning in animal heat and worshipping Him.
Today is different though. We will not see Him today, we will not be led away on our leashes to take His cock. Mistress will come instead, to name the Chosen pair and lead them both away.
There is excitement in the air before the Chosen are named. My heart pounds, my pussy drips. Please let it be me!
A girl is never Chosen in her first month here. She must learn the ways of the Chateau and Master instead. My sister and I have been here for three months now. Our first month was full of our training. We learnt to obey, we learnt the rules and rituals that guide our lives. How to kneel in the prescribed manner, when we may raise our eyes or speak, how to please Him, how to tease Him. Our asses are trained to take Him, many a night I present my little yellow bottom as an offering to my God. Our pussies are trained too, to spring to eager wet hunger in an instant, kept needy and hot and greedy by constant stimulation and never release.
Woe be the girl that cums, her whipping and other punishments severe! We grovel before Master, we fuck our little drooling holes without shame in front of Him, we writhe in our long desperate hunger. Ah the heat, the heat that Master keeps us in, it burns, burns. At night those of us not in Master's bed we play with each other, fingers and tongues roam. Excitement, pleasure, need. Never release. Oh how we burn, our cunts steam and dribble. Oh Master is cruel!!
Taken to His Bed, He torments us more, our pussies a river. Caressed by Him, licked by Him, cumming still forbidden. In our lust we devour Him, we slurp hungrily on His fat throbbing cock like the nasty asian whores He has made us. Our mouths two or three at a time on His long swollen white shaft we savour and adore His masculine scent and taste like only a long starved female beast can.
His spurtings are like sweet nectar to us. My sister is still shy when we suck Him together, she looks away still when I try and meet her gaze. Her face is red and flushed with embarrassment despite the heat and lust in her eyes. Our cheeks touch, our tongues meet as they encircle Him. It excites me even further. I want to look into her eyes as the hot white cum erupts, spurting over our cheeks side by side. I cup her chin and we lick each other's face clean but she closes her eyes still.
Our mouths and bottoms spermed we spend the nights with Master with our excitement ever grown but never satisfied. Never do our aching puffy cunts get the long probing we burn for, never do we get to cum no matter how many times His teasing brings us to the edge. It is our mouths and asses only that He uses.
The taking of a pussy is reserved to the Chosen. Orgasms are only allowed to the Chosen.
It is Friday, the day of the Choosing. Mistress will be here soon. She will name the pair and lead them away. They will spend the day in the breeding kennel.
We will not see Master today, He will not take any of us to His bed on a Friday. He stays away from us, denying Himself the several releases He has with His harem every other day. Instead He contains Himself. His balls swell and fill, full of seed ready for tomorrow's breeding.
We are excited, animated. Pussy lips glisten, pussies are rubbed. There is no shame in it any longer. We often rub together or rub each other. It inflames us even further in our needy desperation. The squishy sound of fingers in wet yellow pussy. Feminine moans.
Please, please, please let it be me. Let me be Chosen.
Mistress is here.
Anticipation thick in the air.
The usual 'good morning girls' chit chat but I can barely listen in my excitement. Get on with it I think!
"The first Chosen breeding mare is Rebecca. Her cycle is right, she is ripe, fertile. She will be bred tomorrow."
My heart skips a beat. I am Chosen!
Mistress is putting a leash to my collar. I will be taken away to the breeding kennel and she will return and announce the second Chosen. The other girls are kept waiting in suspense. It is Master's way of further tormenting us! In my kennel I will not hear the second naming.
Mistress clicks and points to the door. I get on my knees as expected. She tugs the leash and I begin crawling.