Permanent Stay in Mastersville Part 2

As Mr. Meister pushed him off he flopped limply onto the floor and it was several seconds before he began coughing and retching as his breathing gradually returned. Meanwhile Mistress had greeted Mr. Meister and both were talking seemingly without noticing the slave boy, who might as well have choked to death. Once again I was both badly scared and quite turned on by this display of brutal domination and I told myself not to cringe as Mr. Meister turned his attention to me at Mistress' asking. Like his son, he let his hands roam freely over my body at first, but then their attention turned to my chest, which he fondled and prodded for quite a while. While he did this, the slave boy had regained enough consciousness and composure to get up and crawl over by his master's side, where he knelt, his head slightly down, arms behind his back and his chest out.

Mr. Meister's examination of me was most humiliating and surprisingly painful, but after several minutes he let me go and turned to Mistress: "Submissive this one, ehh?" he remarked before continuing. "His build is quite slender, but also quite strong so I think that he can take a pair of quite large tits; say 42EE or maybe even 44EE." While Mistress nodded as if she had thought the same thing, I started at this. Huge tits? On my chest? The thought alone was enough to make me want to scream. "Thank you Heinrich," Mistress said. "Your advice is, as always, valued highly." Mr. Meister nodded at this before Mistress continued: "I was thinking along the same lines. Diane is, as you well know, more . conventional when it comes to her tits and will probably be sold at a reasonable, but not outrageous price. This one on the other hand has the potential to become a big-titted, super-submissive freak given the right training, and we both know that slaves like that fetch much higher prices. Yes, I think that I'll go with your advice. 44EE seems reasonable." I wanted to scream.