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Fantasies of a Milk Slut Chapter One  

Amy84

5/9/2006 7:34 am

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11/21/2006 9:15 pm

Its two in the morning, you feel something brush up against your sides… you open your eyes to see me straddling your body, leaning over your face… I’m wearing a catholic schoolgirl outfit (plaid skirt, white button-up shirt… the shirt is unbuttoned but tied cradling my tits. My hair is pulled back in a bun. You can see from my open shirt that my tits are bound with rope and my nipples are dripping milk…) I whisper “want to play?”

I feel your member hardening, my nipples harden. You shake your head “yes” and I say “I think the teacher needs to teach the naughty school boy a lesson…you did not make your teacher happy”
I flip you over and take the handcuffs out of the bedside drawer and cuff your hands to the bed so you are on all 4’s. I take out a ruler and proceed to spank your ass… *SPANK *SPANK *SPANK *SPANK *SPANK *SPANK *SPANK *SPANK *SPANK *SPANK.

I then use my hands to rub your warm, red ass… “I hope that taught you a lesson about pleasing your teacher… I expect you to be a good little boy… I expect u to make me happy. Now at lunch you did not finish your milk like I requested… so this will require me to force milk down your throat.” I un-cuff your hands from the bed and re-cuff them behind your back. Then I sit down behind you and take my shirt off… I pull you back so your head is resting in my lap “open your mouth.” I lean down and insert my dripping left nipple between your lips. You suck lightly at first as the milk drips little by little into your mouth; you smile and then begin to suck harder and harder like an infant child who depends on his mother’s milk for nourishment.

I moan to show you that you are pleasing me with the vigor of your sucking. To attempt to please me more you suck harder and nibble at my nipple. After a good 20 minutes you have drained my left boob but I keep you sucking at it for another 5 minutes… then pull my nipple out of your clenched lips. You watch my tit bounce as it pops out of your mouth. I then instruct you to open your mouth again and slide my right tit inside. My nipple is rock hard and dripping profusely. You don’t begin to suck yet, just letting the milk drip onto your tongue. After the dripping slows down a bit, you begin to suckle my tit. You suck harder and harder at it and the harder you suck the louder I moan. As you suck you trace your tongue around my swelling nipple. You then bite down into my nipple. I spank your ass for attempting to hurt my nipple but wink at you letting u know I enjoyed the bite.
I then rip your shirt open and begin to trace your nipples with my fingernails. As I get to the center of your nipple I give each one a pinch. Another 15 minutes has gone by and you have emptied my right breast, I allow you to suck for another 5 minutes and then pull my nipple out of your lips. “Now that you have managed to please your teacher, I would like to un-cuff your hands and allow you to show me further pleasure to make up for the earlier infraction of the rules.”

I turn you back over and spank your ass one more time with my hand and then straddle you. I kiss your neck over and over again, running my hands through your hair. Then I kiss down your back stopping at the edge of your boxers. I give each of your ass cheeks a nice pinch and then release you from the handcuffs.You then flip over, in turn flipping me onto my back. You handcuff my arms above my head to the bedpost causing my rope-bound tits to jut straight out from my body… You look into my eyes and say “Listen here Miss W… I hate school and am going to use this time to take my revenge for all the homework you have assigned me, detentions you have made me serve, and stress you have caused me.”

You take the ruler I used to spank you earlier and tell me that you are going to punish my purple tits 5 times each for each of the spankings I administered to your ass earlier… and you want me to count each tit spanking and then ask you for another and address you as master… “How many spankings did you put me through earlier Miss W? ... I believe it was 10… so, if the math you taught me is correct, that will be 50 slaps to each of your bound boobies.” You start by holding my left tit up by my nipple so you can smack the underside of my breast. *SMACK “one, master, may I have another?” *SMACK “two, master, may I have another?”………*SMACK “forty-nine master may I have another?” *SMACK “fifty, master”

By this time all sides of my bound tit have been spanked. The first 10 being on the underside of my tit, the next 10 being on the top of my tit, the next being on the left side of my tit, the 30th -40th spankings on the right side of my tit and the last ten being straight across my nipple. You proceed to do the same to my right boob…….. “I bought a new toy to try on you teacher… you already have one, but I thought this would double the fun.” You walk out of the room and come back with a breast pump… you then go get the other breast pump out of the closet… “No, please master, please don’t use the breast pumps on my tits, they are already sore from the spankings and are empty from you drinking from my tits earlier.”

“This will show you to make me finish my milk.” You pull my nipples, causing me to sit up. You look at my tits and pause… then leave for a minute. You return with 12 binders and one by one attach six to each already bound boob, letting each one snap on my tit. Then you pick up the breast pumps and turn them on the highest power and apply them to my breasts. You then walk away for half an hour to think of other ways to show revenge on my tits. After you have concocted a plan, you walk back in the room and, without turning the breast pumps off, you pull each one off my teats. You un-handcuff me and instruct me to get on all 4’s for the next part of my punishment for being a bad teacher.

You inform me that you will be seeing how much weight your “cow” can handle taking on her nipps… I look at you confused. To get a nice view of my dangling boobs you sit down facing me. You reach out and give each breast a quick slap before reaching into your pocket and pulling out nipple clamps. You apply the nipple clamps to my sore nipples which makes me wince in pain. You then say “during this weight training session I will apply 5 oz. weights to each side for 10 minutes, 10 oz. weights for 20 minutes, and finally 15 oz weights for 30 minutes… totaling an hour of weights on your boobies”

You snap 5 oz weights onto the clamps and push the left one, watching it knock into the right one and causing them to both swing back and forth like a pengilum. “Ah, what should I do to pass the time?” You start to rub the bulge in your boxers from the outside… then reach your hand in and start to masturbate in front of me. “Milk sluts don’t get the privilege of watching me masturbate” It’s nearing four in the morning, my eyes are getting heavy and I start to drift off… you use your foot to swing the weights again and then say… “Its time for phase two of weight training”… snapping on the 10 oz. weights and making them swing. I scream in pain and you laugh at my distress. You go back to masturbating, making sure to not stroke your cock too fast as you do not want to cum and cause yourself to get sleepy before the weight training is over.

You stop masturbating and look into my eyes… “My ass is the slightest bit sore from the spankings you administered earlier… but I haven’t given your ass any attention… I think we need to fix that.” You go down to the other end of the bed and lift up my skirt, revealing my black thong. You wait a minute, causing me to get nervous with anticipation. Then after I think you are going to have mercy on my ass, I hear a loud SMACK and feel the sting across my ass cheeks… you run the ruler down my back slowly making me wait before spanking me again. Then SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, two blows hit each cheek. The blows cause my body to shake and the weights to move which makes me scream in pain. You look at the clock and whisper “phase three” I have almost forgotten what you mean by “phase three” but the 15 oz. weights being applied to my nipples from behind me reminds me. “I can’t take this much weight on my nipples, they feel like they’re going to fall off.”

“I’m glad to see you’re enjoying the little game… maybe next time you are thinking of giving me detention you will think of this… sixty minutes of weight training for a sixty minute detention… seems fair to me.” … you almost forget to correct me for calling you by your name instead of “master”… you snap another 5 oz.’s of weight to each nipple… “That should remind you that right now I’m your Master… not your student…” My body feels like I’m about to pass out from the punishment… you can see me beginning to zone out again so you slap my ass and tell me to stand up. You tell me to raise my hands above my head. You handcuff them together and then walk me over to your door… you tell me to turn around and you take the chain and hook it on the coat hook on the back of your door. This causes me to have to stand on my tiptoes.

“How’s my milk-slut enjoying having her teats abused?” you say, but I know it’s a rhetorical question. Finally, the 30 minutes are up and you walk slowly over to me and begin to take the rubber bands off one by one, then un-wrapping the rope from my engorged knockers. With the blood rushing back to my breasts, I scream from the pain of the clamps and weights… you look at me, smile and say “Just wait… it gets better.” One by one you take the weights off each nipple…. Then before you take the clamps off, you instruct me not to make a noise or I will regret it. You take the left clamp off, and as hard as I try to conceal any sound, a whimper slips out of my lips… you take the right clamp off... and I whimper once again. You let me hang there for a minute with the handcuffs still on while you think of the proper punishment for disobeying your command of silence…

Knowing that my teats are now refilled with milk, you suckle my sore breasts, I moan, and you know I’m enjoying what is supposed to be a punishment. You bite down into my tit and a huge spray of milk goes down your throat. Deciding that the bite wasn’t really enough, that it would take much too long to suck all the milk from both my breasts, and it would be more of a privilege than a punishment for my “milk slut” tits to be in your mouth, you take me off the coat hook and pull me by my nipples back to the bed. You instruct me to get on all 4’s on the floor. “I’m going to milk you like the milk slut, cow you are.” You place a cup underneath my breast and begin to milk it… then switch to the other side and drain that teat too.

You apply the breast pumps to my tits on full power to make sure every last drop of milk has been removed from my boobs, as to not waste any or allow my body to think the milk is unneeded and start producing less… the breast pumps also cause my body to think that there is a need for even more milk. While my tits are being further milked while I’m on all 4’s, you put your hand down your pants and finish masturbating until you cum. When you feel my boobies have been fully milked to your satisfaction, you turn the pumps off and remove them from my nipples. I stand up and we climb in bed, “good job, I’m impressed” you whisper, and we make out until we fall asleep in each other’s arms, my sore knockers rubbing up against your warm body. I cum silently.
Amy84
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7/10/2006 11:02 pm

badnaughtyuncle~ I too share your love of lactation and breast punishment (if you couldnt alreay tell hehe) thank you for your comments and i look forward to hearing more from you soon. ~Amy

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