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Fantasies of a Milk Slut Prequel, Explaining the Milk Slut
6/10/2006 2:14 pm Last Read: |
Once I got around to publishing the stories of Fantasies of a Milk Slut, a devoted reader posted a comment asking that I use more character development in my stories and do a prequel to explain where all these fantasies and desires started. So thats what this story will attempt to do
explain. I am a 5 foot one brunette. I have hazel eyes and freckles. I look much like what Id imagine the girl next-door to look like. I have 38-C breasts, what most guys explain as not too big, not too small. Im not the skinniest chick to ever walk the planet, but Id hardly call myself obese either. Im what Id call average in every sense of the term. My exploration into nipple stimulation, and my love for all titty-related activity started around the age of twelve. I started developing a little earlier than most girls, so by then I had a decent pair of boobs for a person of that age nothing huge, I wasnt one of those twelve year olds who had DDs, but it was enough to be quite obvious that I had tits. At that age I remember thinking that masturbation was such a dirty thing, as all parents seem to want their children to think. If it hadnt felt so damn good, I probably would have stopped, but unfortunately (or fortunately, depending how you look at it) that wasnt the case. I remember late at night Id be lying in bed not able to sleep. Thats when it happened. My mind would wander and Id end-up with this feeling Id come to later know was the feeling of being horny. Id slip my hand up my nightshirt and run my hands gently over my nipples. At that time I wasnt into the pain Ive come to enjoy. It started out innocently, just running my hands over my body. It progressed to putting my hands inside my panties and fingering myself, but I soon found out that my fingers inside my pussy didnt do nearly as much as playing with my tits I was a titty-girl I could be brought to orgasm simply by running my hands over my nipples. Just after my fifteenth birthday, I stepped into the dating pool. I had my first boyfriend who was introduced to me by my best friend. We were together for a little over two months and I thought I was in love with him. Valentines day of that year, I found out that he was also seeing the person who had hooked us up, my best friend this was to be my first of many heartbreaks. I swore-off dating in early March which ended up to be short-lived when I found out my new best friend was working with a guy I had known since the fifth grade. He and she were sitting around at work one day and somehow they ended up talking about me. He told her that he had a crush on me ever since the fifth grade. One day while visiting her at work, I got up the guts to ask him out. I wasnt one of those girls who believed that it was the guys job to ask a girl out or to pay on dates I was a new-aged woman who believed in gender equality why sit around and wait for him to ask when its just as easy for me to ask him myself? So that storybook romance began the last week of July 1999. It was over a week and a half later when he decided to have his cake and eat it too. I found out through my best friend that he was secretly seeing his not-so-ex girlfriend on the side. (Note to all you dumbass cheating men out there: if you're going to cheat on your girfriend, dont go tell her best friend about it.) During that short fling, I had my first taste of a guy slipping his hands beneath my shirt, although due to our age and lack of experience it wasnt all I though it would be, it was awkward and uncomfortable having his fingers fumbling around under my bra. Maybe this dating thing just wasnt meant for me. Whatever the case, I was sick of putting so much effort and time into these relationships only to have my heart broken by a cheating bastard. I gave up on dating for the next year and a half but eventually decided that maybe online dating would be a better way to go about finding a decent guy. While I was taking a break from dating I still continued my exploration of my body and my sexuality. Little by little simply running my fingers over my nipples wasnt enough to fulfill my desire. I gradually advanced to more rough play. Id discover that I loved the feeling of my nipples being pinched, twisted and pulled. I also discovered that year that not all women have as sensitive nipples as I have. Until this point I thought all women could achieve orgasm by playing with their nipples. To deal with the loneliness and lack of sexual intimacy in that year and a half, I began reading erotic stories I found online thats when I discovered my lactation fetish. It turned me on so much to imagine milk flowing from my chest and having a man suckling me. In November of 2001 I met a guy online and we had such an amazing connection. The first night we talked for hours. I was seventeen, he was almost twenty. Although we never met in person, due to our ages, lack of money and fear of telling our parents how we met, we spent many nights having cyber-sex. For that period of our relationship we were together nine months. He broke up with me two weeks shy of my junior prom. Wed find ourselves back together for brief periods in the future, but none were anything as great as it was our first nine months. When he and I broke up I tried to find someone else as fast as I could so I could forget that I was heart broken yet again. That summer I met another guy online while he was in the same state as I was; it was still incredibly difficult to arrange chances to see him. Within the nine months he and I were together we spent a total of seven days in the same location. He was my first real experience having much of any sexual contact with a guy we never did anything all that sexual, but he was definitely a tit-man. As inexperienced as he was, I didnt care I wanted his hands up my shirt or his mouth on my nipple as often as possible. I craved the feeling of having his (or anyones for that matter) hands and/or mouth on my nipples. There were a few occasions where we were watching movies together in either his or my bedroom and Id fall asleep in his arms with his hands tightly pinching my nipples. Id wake up from my nap with bruises on my tits in the next few days following the activity theyd serve as nice reminders of what we had done. Thats when I knew I liked having my body marked with bruises and whatever other marks of passion I could get. I also knew at that point that I liked being on bottom. Any time he and I were fooling around or making out, he was always on top of me. As much as I enjoyed that little bit of submission to him, I was not willing to take verbal abuse from him thats why when he called me fat in May, I called it quits with him. That summer I had a month-long fling with a guy that was purely sexual. I had my first experience giving a blowjob and receiving anal, but most of our fling was having phone-sex. He was uneasy about being six years older than me. I was eighteen, he was twenty-four. Thats when I knew I was a dirty little slut. In January of my freshman year of college, I met yet another guy online. At this time I was pretty convinced that I was not girlfriend material and that nobody would ever love me, so when he proposed I accepted. I didnt care that he was several states away, that he was an alcoholic, that he had a child but no job none of it mattered, at least I had SOMEONE, I wouldnt have to spend the rest of my life alone. That dysfunctional relationship lasted six months, in which he managed to cheat on me at least three times. I spent the next year focusing on my studies, deciding that at least if nobody was going to love me, Id be able to find a career and throw myself into it. I had a brief fling in the summer of 2004 with someone who was lying to me the entire time about his age. I was twenty, I came to find out he was sixteen. Part of me didnt want to care that he was so much younger or that it would be wrong for us to be together. He was a good-looking guy and had he been closer to my age I knew I would never have had a chance to be with someone who looked like him. But in the end my morals won and we broke up. During the time he and I were together he went on a two-week-long trip and my sexual attraction to him couldnt wait for him to get back. I decided Id write-down everything I thought about while he was gone. And thats how Fantasies of a Milk Slut got started. They are just that fantasies what I want to have in my life. They are a combination of love and romance, pleasure and pain, equality and servitude. I want so badly to have someone that I can be completely devoted to and who will be completely devoted to only me. Who I can devote every waking moment to, ensuring their complete happiness. Someone who will accept me for who I am. Someone who will not just accept my fetishes, but honestly and completely enjoy them too. There you have it nothing spectacularly interesting, nothing wild and dangerous just the honest-to-God truth. My dysfunctional history with men and discovering myself. None of the chapters in Fantasies of a Milk Slut are true, just things Ive thought about and want to try. I have, due to my abundance of free time and lack of sexual intimacy, acquired a pair of nipple clamps and a breast pump. I spent last summer, before I met the guy that inspired me to write Fantasies of a Milk Slut, attempting to induce lactation. I hoped that if I could get my tits to produce milk, Id be closer to being able to fulfill my fantasy of breastfeeding a man. All Id have to do then was find a guy who was interested in the idea. Unfortunately my attempt to induce lactation was unsuccessful. I spend two weeks devoting as much time as I possibly could using my breast pump. I never produced anything other than sore swollen nipples but that was pretty fun too. After researching more about the fetish and about inducing lactation I found out that two weeks of only pumping once or twice a day for forty-five minutes at a time was never going work so when Im done with college I plan to buy a better breast pump and use it as often as I can until I am able to produce milk. Maybe one day at least one of my fantasies will be able to become a reality. This may not be the most fascinating chapter in the story, but I hope it answers all your questions. ~Amy84 |
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6/10/2006 2:17 pm |
there ya go sbt... all for you. ~Amy84
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6/10/2006 11:10 pm |
Thank you, Amy.  Thank you so much.My first thought is, please don't give up on finding a partner who fits with you; you still have many years to look. Your online research and reading of erotica must have shown you there are many men out there who love breast play, nipple play, and want to work with a partner to induce and sustain lactation. Just as much as you want to be induced. Dysfunctional relationships happen to almost everyone. You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince. But the more you look for men who want what you want, the better your chances of finding the right partner for you.I was complimented, and touched, you would spend so much time writing a detailed description of your personal experiences and history after my suggestion of a prequel to your stories. Thank you Amy. Writing about what matters most to a person helps to clarify and define what the writer wants. It's not the same kind of learning as learing from relationships or other forms of personal education and growth; but it is a way of knowing one's self. And writing erotica has its own rewards, obviously. I'd like to encourage you to keep writing. Because I enjoy reading what you write, and also because I think it could help you find the partner you want. Do you have any thoughts on what you want to write next? There's more comments I'd like to make but I've been short of sleep for the past day or two and need to rest soon. I'll follow up tomorrow. Thank you Amy, -sbt
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6/11/2006 7:59 am |
Glad you liked it... I always take your comments to heart. I try really hard to make my readers happy and will work on pretty much any suggestions i get. I look forward to what you have to say next. As to a new story, I started one yesterday. I posted the first part of "Dorm Domme" to see if it gets a good reaction... if it looks like people are enjoying it then i'll write and post more. Hugs and have a good day. ~Amy84
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6/11/2006 1:31 pm |
Well, listen to your own voice first Amy. The best way to attract readers is to write your best, for yourself. Much like attracting people. As Polonius said in Hamlet: This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Quick comments on Dorm Domme: I love the classic theme of a more-experienced young domme woman seducing her relatively naive college roommate into a D/s lesbian relationship. There's several good treatments of this theme available online, ASSTR has a number of them. Once again, I'll ask for more paragraph breaks. The old school convention is to introduce a new para every time a character begins speaking. In contemporary fiction you can easily mix description and dialogue in the same paragraph, but it's generally a good guideline to break the para whenever you change voice from one character to another. For example:Jessica
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6/11/2006 5:35 pm |
Very pretty breasts and nipples Amy. Thank you for adding the photos! You've mentioned not liking humiliation (ie., that stupid comment about your weight) but many forms of humiliation seem to be a recurrant theme in your writing, at least within scenes. Amy the milk slut is humiliated in many different ways, many times. Jessica is being humiliated by Allison in your current story. I understand the difference between 'good' and 'bad' (desirable or unwanted) forms of humiliation, and these have to be worked out in D/s relationships. Guess what I'm curious about, is how clear you are on what you want for yourself. (?) Again, this comes back to the writer exploring their own issues within their work. The better you understand and clearly define what works and what doesn't work for you, the better you can excite and arouse a reader. In your current story, Allison moves very quickly to approach and dominate Jessica. As a reader I found myself wanting a bit more suspense or foreplay between them. The "you excite me/ I like you/ I want you/Let's..." phase is a delicate moment in most relationships. Hanging on to the moment and teasing your reader helps build excitement. It's like a soft caress right before a hard slap, or gently stroking a nipple with the smooth back of a clamp before firmly fastening it. I think it would be more real for novice submissives (and experienced dommes) if you built on and developed Jessica's nervousness and Allison's growing predatorial confidence. Put yourself inside both their minds and write what you find there. Think of any of the best erotic stories you've read -- the stories you liked best, the ones that aroused and excited you most -- and consider how they developed over time. I'd imagine you can visualize the characters, they are people in your mind. Look at a few of your favourite stories and see how they develop and unfold. How the writer makes those people real, for you. I don't mean you should keep these suggestions at the front of your mind as you write. When at work, all the writer's attention should be on the story, the characters, how they relate and what is going on between them. But writing is a multiple-hats exercise. You study what works for you, learn how other writers use their skills. Then you sit down and use your own, but in the back of your mind you've got more awareness and knowledge to draw on. Finally, you go over what you've written later -- it often helps to let it cool overnight -- and lightly edit out what doesn't work, improve on what does. I don't mean to take away the spontaneous flow of writing. The best writing I've ever done has always flowed while I was doing it. Trying to construct any kind of writing -- including erotica -- as if it was a Mechano set of words usually doesn't work. Anyway, I don't want to go on about technique or nit-pick. I like that you left the two characters hanging after their first brief sexual encounter (how will Jessica feel the next morning? what will Allison do to take Jessica deeper into submission? tune in tomorrow!!) and I like the insights you gave into their experience, their emotions in the scene, what they were thinking and feeling.I will be checking again regularly and soon to see if you've added a new chapter, and I look forward to learning where (and how) Allison takes Jessica deeper into submission. Looks like an interesting school year ahead, for both of them. Keep writing! Cheers Amy, -sbt p.s. You don't look fat. Your breasts are sweet and pretty and I'd love to suck on both of them. Beautiful big nipples and areolae too.
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6/11/2006 10:40 pm |
Thanks for the compliments and the suggestions... i'll try to slow down a bit and use more suspense within my stories. As for the paragraph breaks, I know I'm supposed to use a separate paragraph each time a new character speaks, but with as much dialogue as I use in my stories I thought it looked funny to have so many paragraph breaks... way too many one-sentence paragraphs. I hope you enjoy the chapters of Dorm Domme to come. If you ever wanted to try your hand at some writing yourself, we could talk about writing one together... your writing know-how and my ideas may make for a very sexy story. ~Amy84 PS i'd be so honored to have you suck my nipples.
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6/13/2006 2:35 pm |
Regarding suspense, for me it fits best at the start of the story. Once fully into a scene, it's less often used. Although within D/s, suspense can be a powerful tool during scenes too. You might try using less dialogue but making the words count for more. Or mix dialogue with description within a paragraph. Describing the thoughts, feelings, or the observations of a character can work as well as speech. It makes the reader more aware of the underlying dynamics of the scene and adds another layer of depth to the story. Thank you for the compliment of suggesting we cooperate on writing a story. I've been trying for the last day to think of a way this could be done through blogs, but haven't yet come up with one. Perhaps we could try through messages? Your thoughts are welcome.Regarding your PS, there's much I could say. Confine it to this for now: I wish you weren't so far away, Amy. Cheers, -sbt p.s. I do write stories. See my latest blog entry, [post 142274], for one.
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6/13/2006 5:51 pm |
Good story... I dont know why I never realized you had a blog. Now that I know I'll make sure to read it regularly. I think if we were to collaborate on a story email may be the best way to do so (although IM's might work too.) I guess I could work on using more description and less dialogue, but for some reason dialogue works better for me (maybe as i become more of an experienced writer i'll move in that direction.) Have a good evening and I look forward to your next message (it made me sad  that there wasn't a message from you yesterday.) ~Amy
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6/13/2006 7:31 pm |
Ah, sorry to keep you waiting. It was a busy day, and I wanted to suggest a way we could collaborate on a story before posting here again. Finally did tonight. Check your messages. Cheers, -sbt
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6/16/2006 5:23 pm |
Amy... I was wandering around blogland and stumbled into yours... glad I did... I share the same fetish and have done extensive research on induced lactation... if you need advice or some good infomational links please feel free to contact me... Good luck in your quest to induce...
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6/16/2006 7:07 pm |
Thanks MilkMan, I'll keep that in mind if/when I write another chapter of Fantasies of a Milk Slut... I hope you enjoy reading my stuff and feel free to leave comments whenever, I like hearing what my readers thought of my stories. ~Amy
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7/10/2006 10:58 pm |
badnaughtyuncle~ I'm glad you enjoyed. I hope you continue to check back for new stories, hopefully I'll come up with some motivation for new stories soon. ~Amy
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