Author's Note: Thanks once again for being a part of the Master and the Maid series here on Literotica. I appreciate everyone's input on the story and I honestly did not expect the reaction that I received for this story. You guys and gals are awesome and I hope you all continue to enjoy the story as much as I am enjoying writing it. Big shout out to hentaikitten once again. She's been a lifesaver in getting these edits in for me with my crazy time constraints. If you see her in the chat lobby, make sure to tell her thank you because without her edits of my absolutely horrid punctuation, this story would look much worse. Also, for those who have commented on how short the segments are, I write smaller segments so they are easier to edit and it still allows me to publish multiple segments in a short time. Some writers have segment separations inside chapters but I'd prefer to have separate chapters. Enjoy and, as always, Literotica rules apply.
-Saint
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Fiora hung her head as Kyle led her by her leash across the asphalt parking lot. The sights and smells were all too familiar to her as she'd just left here a few months prior. Her master had replaced the crude shackles that she'd worn before when he'd bought her; a new pair of shiny steel cuffs adorned her wrists. She winced and her ears flattened back against her head as she heard the all too familiar voice of her previous owner as he greeted Kyle.
"Well, well." Harris said, walking up with his hand outstretched, "If it isn't Mr. Brenner."
Kyle glared at him as he approached, causing him to slow and lower the offered hand.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Brenner?" Harris asked, peering back over Kyle's shoulder at Fiora.
"You sold me a pregnant Neko, Mr. Jasper." Kyle said, eyeing the slave trainer.
"What! No. No. No." he said, patting the air with his hands. "She wasn't pregnant when I sold her to you."
"Well she hasn't been out of my sight since I bought her." Kyle accused, "Isn't that right, kitten?"
Fiora winced as she heard the venom in Kyle's voice as he called her "kitten". She'd always hated that pet name when Harris had spoken it to her. She liked it even less now hearing it from Kyle. A strangely painful sensation coursed through her chest as she heard that utterance and her hand, absently, went to her chest.
"No, master." Fiora said meekly, "You have taken very good care of me at your home."
Harris looked over, wide-eyed, at Fiora. "Wow!" he said, "I don't think I've ever seen her that quiet. What's the secret?"
Kyle's eyes narrowed. "I don't brook backtalk," he said coldly, adding after a pause, "or dishonesty."
Harris looked back at Kyle. He was larger than Kyle. Probably outweighed him by sixty pounds but while Harris was stout, Kyle was a much more heavily muscled man than him. His brown eyes implied a threat so dire, Harris found himself stepping back from the slightly taller man. He cleared his throat before he spoke again.
"Look. I don't want her back and I understand there's an issue with her being with child and all but you can still have your fun with her for a while and then after as well."
