I was on my hands and knees, waiting patiently. My rounded stomach hung underneath me. When I shifted to get a bit more comfortable, I let out in involuntary whimper and clenched around the dildo inside me. I eased back against it, taking more of it inside me, then eased back out. Then, I had to stop. The temptation to fuck myself frantically against it until I could cum was too strong, and master had ordered me not to do that.

Over the course of my pregnancy, he had enjoyed keeping me needy and aroused, which hadn't been helped by the baby in my stomach.