LeBlanc cupped the chin of his slave, she stared at him but didn’t register much. The emptiness of her eyes was perfect. He smiled.

“She is perfect,” He said pulling up a wad of cash from his jacket.

A woman wearing a corset, fishnets and leather gloves handed him a leash. She had the same blank look in her eyes as LeBlanc’s slave.

“It was a pleasure,” A woman wearing a red velvet, form fitted suit smiled as she received the money and put it away without counting it. “She was a delight to deconstruct.”

“I have a question,” She held the back of her hand under her chin, “When you found out Eri wanted this… how did it feel?”

LeBlanc sighed, “To be honest, at first it broke my heart, but when you explained everything so…” His eyesight wandered, staring to nothing in the distance. “…Clearly. It just made sense.”

“And her time here?” She said with a smirk.

“I just had to wait, I loved watching her, I loved the way she enjoyed every minute of you breaking her.”

The Mistress watched his erection grow and licked her lips.

“Why don’t you take her for a spin, I would like to know how she reacts to your touch.”

“I am not so sure-” He tried to say.

“Obey, LeBlanc,”

His eyes became dull like Eri’s “Of course, Mistress.”

“I want to see Eri take your cock in front of me.”

LeBlanc nodded and pulled down his zipper.

“Eri, open up.” The Mistress said.

LeBlanc’s slave, the girl that used to be Eri, obeyed.

Her master pushed his cock past her bright red lips, he felt her tongue and slid a bit further down her throat.

The Slave didn’t seem uncomfortable, nor did she gag.

LeBlanc grabbed her face and began to move her, fucking her, using her like a toy.

There was a snap of fingers.

LeBlanc blinked several times, he was facefucking his former fiancée. A groan escaped his lips, he didn’t stop.

The other Slave girl knelt down, she crawled back to her mistress where she waited kneeling by her side.

“How do you like her.”

“It’s amazing.” LeBlanc confessed.

“I’m glad. Say, if you ever want to be like her again, you know who to call.” The Mistress took the leash of her pet and walked away.

“Wait, what do you mean-”

Another snap of her fingers.

“Forget, LeBlanc.”

LeBlanc felt a rush of pleasure hit him, his cock released his load inside Eri, his Slave.

He was alone, he had always been alone. And Eri, Eri always was like that, he remembered how she submitted how every orgasm eroded a part of her until there was nothing in her mind, but pleasure.