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Fantasies of a Milk Slut Chapter Eight
5/9/2006 7:22 am Last Read: |
I wake up the next morning, thinking last nights events were just an oddly kinky dream
the sandpaper scratching at my nipples soon reminds me that it was no dream. My breasts are so sore so I hope you go easy on me. You walk in the room five minutes later. Good morning my love
its almost time for my coffee, you know what that means.
no such luck of you going easy on me today. I reach over the side of the bed and grab the breast pump. May I remove the icepack and sandpaper in my bra master? Yes, milk slut. I remove the items from my bra and push the cups of the bra up over my nipples. I must attach the pumps before you return or I know you will not be nice about the amount of power to release on my sore nipps. I turn the pumps on half-power and lean back to relax while pumping. You walk back into the room. No slut, the pumps must be on full power. Im late for work and need my coffee with milk before I can go. You pull the pumps off my teats and manually express some milk from each milk carton into your coffee cup. I need to leave now, I want you to finish pumping and then complete the list of chores I have left for you on the kitchen counter. I want you to complete your chores nude. AND ABSOLUTELY NO SEXUAL ACTIVITY TODAY! Either You have forgotten about telling me last night that Id be hanging in the living room window or you really ARE going easy on me today, but I wont know for sure until I see the list of chores he has written for me. I finish pumping twenty minutes later and wander out to the kitchen to look at my chore list: 1. shower, shave your legs and pussy, and brush teeth (one hour) 2. Use breast pump for 30 minutes 3. Clean the bathrooms (two hours) 4. Use breast pump for 30 minutes. 5. lunch (one hour) 6. Use breast pump for 30 minutes 7. Clean the bedroom (hour and a half) 8. Use breast pump for 30 minutes 9. Vacuum the living room and basement.(hour and a half) 10. Use breast pump for 30 minutes 11. Wash living room windows and clean kitchen (one hour) 12. Use breast pump for 30 minutes while laying out sexy outfit for tonight 13. Prepare dinner (one hour) 14. Use breast pump for 30 minutes while laying out toys for tonight I will be home around 8 for dinner. Have a good day Milk Slut. I start on the list. I get to step six and fall asleep while pumping. I wake up and its nearly four in the afternoon. Im way behind on my chores. I quickly complete steps 7, 11, 13, and 14. I hope you are pleased with the amount of milk that has collected in the pump during my nap, although I realize it isnt nearly as much as if I had pumped every two hours during the day like you laid out in the chore list. I attach the pumps while completing chore 15. You walk in the door as I am laying out the toys. Welcome home baby. I say, giving You a kiss on the cheek. Did my cow finish all of her chores? Yes I did master. Not a complete lie. You look down at the collection cups. Pick up the pump and follow me out to the living room. I can tell you are cross with me for the amount of milk collected. You place me in front of the window, cuff my hands behind my back, and bind my boobies with rubber bands. You will be standing here while I eat dinner. You retreat to the dining room. An hour later he returns. You pull the pumps off my teats and drink the milk. I am not pleased that you did not complete all of your chores. But for now we have something else to attend to. He leaves the room. He returns fifteen minutes later with 20 syringes, each filled with 100 CCs of what I believe to be saline solution. Following you is two of your work buddies, Jason and Chris. You know these two guys. I told them about the boobie inflation I did on you last night and they wanted to watch so they will be able to do the same thing to their subbies. But baby, my tits are still sore from last nights boob-job. It is necessary to do this every night for the next week to keep the shape, fullness and firmness of your titties.... Now stand perfectly still and keep silent. You invite your friends to help you with the tit inflation. They each hold a teat, as Michelle and Heather did the night before. I look down and can see bulges grow in Chris and Jasons pants. You pull my hair, causing my head to snap up. Did I give you permission to stare at my friends cocks? I shake my head no. The inflation process starts, a tad less painful than last night until they reach the areola and nipple injections. I bite my lower lip to keep from screaming. Tonight you has decided to do the areola and nipple injections at the same time. Chris and Jason each puncture my right areola with two syringes while you have the honor of impaling my nipple. Before pressing the stoppers in to empty the syringes into my boob, they turn and pick up the last five syringes. Chris and Jason again drive the needles into my areola and you again skewer my nipple. What a beautiful sight. You say, looking at the needles piercing my cantaloupe sized breasts. What do you say we pierce those nipps, marking her as mine? You say to Chris and Jason. They dont respond, but get evil grins on their faces. After all the research You had done about lactation I expect that youd remember that pierced nipples cant lactate because the mammary glands will be plugged up but apparently you either dont remember or dont care. The three men leave the room. The needles are still sticking in my areolas and nipples. Five minutes later the men return with a small box. You tell Jason and Chris to each go stand in front of a teat. Simultaneously the men both push all ten plungers in, expelling the saline into my knockers. You walk into the dining room and returns with a chair. The back of the chair has several wide rungs to it, almost like a ladder. He places the back of the chair in front of me and instructs me to kneel. The three men then proceed to knead and pull my teats until they are wedged between two of the rungs on the back of the chair. My boobs rest on the seat of the chair finally some relief for my back the bigger breasts are heavy and take a toll on my back. You quickly ram two rods through my nipples; the rods are the size of a metal skewer. Once the rods are all the way through he twists them around and around. I let out a yelp. Ssshh Subbie Amy, its not long now until you will permanently be marked as my Milk Slut. Yes, I realize that piercing your nipples means plugging the mammary glands, which is why I made sure your nipples were nice and swollen, I can pierce closer to the end which will keep the mammaries from plugging I wouldnt want to ruin my milk sluts fun of milking for me, would I? You take the rods out of my nipples and insert silver rings. I can see that the rings have been engraved with the words Milk Slut. Now stand up my love. Since my titties have not been released from the chair, when I start to stand up, the chair lifts off the ground. The chair soon starts to slip off my breasts and it falls to the floor. Go lie in bed and wait for me. You say good night to your friends and soon after you join me in the bedroom. You remove your clothes and join me in the bed. Your hard cock rests on my stomach as you straddle my body. You lean down to suck my tit, which feels good after all theyve been through. I notice something different about the feel of your tongue brushing against my nipple. It might have been the new nipple rings, but I didnt think so. Do you like my new piercing? You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue. At the end of your tongue is a metal ball, and engraved on the ball was Amy. Im marked as yours now too. You go back to sucking my nipples until each spurts a little milk. Everything seems to be working just fine baby. I love you so much . Good night. |
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