The morning sun flooded the private villa, turning the breakfast table into a golden altar of control. Amber sat naked beside Kabir’s chair, the black leather leash clipped to her day collar and wrapped twice around his fist. Her heavy breasts hung full and swollen, nipples already dark and leaking thin, sweet streams of milk from the second dose of chocolate almonds he had fed her at dawn. The larger remote controlled butt plug he had inserted after last night’s training sat deep inside her ass, stretching her wider than the seminar version, its base flush against her skin.

Kabir cut a piece of fresh fruit and held it to her lips. “Eat,” he ordered, voice low and possessive. “Every bite makes those tits even fuller for me. By tonight they will be spraying like fountains while I fuck your ass for the first time.”