His Decent into Slavery 27

I had looked at the calender. 11 months had gone since I was brought to the chateau. My mistress was still in jail having assaulted a government official during an inspection of a building renovation of the chateau. Mistress Sienna had taken over from Rebecca as my senior mistress. Sienna was now 3 months pregnant with our child. It had happened during one of our earlier sexual encounters. She was glowing with impending motherhood and her breasts had swelled even more providing me with more milk than I could drink. I was feeding from her at the time when Margaret rushed in holding an email.

“Owk has invited us to their slave exhibition!! They want David to be their breeding exhibit this year. It is such an honor for the Chateau’s breeding programme with him. Rebecca will be worth thousands more and the chateau can be rebuilt.” she exclaimed.

I slowed in my feeding from Sienna to wonder what all this meant. She looked at me then asked Margaret to leave. Her face became quite ashen.

“Keep sucking me little one. You’ll need a lot of strength for this.” she said.

Her milk was so sweet now and seemed to want to pour into my mouth without too much sucking. Her nipples had grown somewhat and were well into my mouth during my feeding. My head lay over her, but now a small bump was there. I felt so much love for this woman who had given me affection and now was having my baby. It was strange in some ways knowing I had already produced 11 pregnancies, but here was a love in a place that didn’t want a connection with that. I was a breeding animal that was used and abused as well as tortured for the pleasure of women.

Margaret came back into the room. “Sorry Sienna, but they will have him picked up tonight to take him to OWK in Cerna and prepare him for the exhibition.”

“It’s too soon. He’s not ready for this. He’s only new to this lifestyle. I don’t think they are very fair on him.” Sienna blurted.

I’d been like this for nearly a year. Dominated, nude and major body modifications. What was so bad about this?

“Sweetheart, I love you, I want you back here as soon as you can, even if it means a struggle. This is your baby I am carrying. I want our child to know it’s father. That’s all I’m allowed to say. Just remember me. Rebecca would have never allowed this.” she said.

Margaret took me downstairs and as we reached the bottom of the landing five mistresses dressed in all black were waiting for me. It seemed I was off to some sort of hell.