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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter one- Step-Brother Steps Up
11/8/2006 10:22 pm Last Read: |
I had just graduated from college; the diploma was the easy part. Deciding what to do with the diploma was the challenge that still faced me. I graduated with a degree in English, with that I could do almost anything, and yet it seemed I could do nothing. I decided Id move back home while I figured myself out. Let me back up for a minute and explain who I am. I am a 5 foot 6 woman with long brunette hair. I have hazel eyes, olive skin, and dimples. I have an hourglass figure with curves in all the right places. I have, what some would say, gigantic breasts; I guess they are quite large; theyre 40-DDs. I was the girl next door and it would seem every mans dream come true. I have a submissive personality, and yet somehow I remained single. No boyfriend, no prospects. A while after moving back home I still had not figured out exactly what I wanted to do. In fact, I hadnt even landed a time-filler job in the meantime. My parents were growing more frustrated by the day at my lack of motivation and employment. They had threatened to make me start paying rent. How could I pay rent when I had no income? My family was a blended family, my dad re-married when I was twelve years old. My step-mother was never all that thrilled when I mentioned that Id be moving back home after graduation, but she gritted her teeth and dealt with it. I had four siblings, two of them biological siblings and the other two were step-siblings. My step-brother was the one who unlocked my submissive side and had toyed with being my Master a few times in the past, but none of them were successful long-term relationships, mostly due to the taboo of being related by marriage and the fear of being caught. He was a year older than me and had already landed a prestigious job in a financial planning company. He had moved out of our parents home a year earlier and since my parents were now asking me to pay rent, I figured I had nothing to lose and asked him if I could move in with him for a while until I got on my feet. Little did I know Id be spending less time on my feet than I already was. He agreed to let me move in with him. Moving day went as smoothly as could be expected and I spent my first night uneventfully in my new home. The next morning over breakfast my brother commented that now I had gotten what I wanted from him, there was a few things he wanted from me. I looked at him perplexed. He walked over to my side of the table with a cup of coffee in his hand. He quickly moved the side of my robe, revealing my nude breast. He lowered his cup of coffee so it was directly under my nipple. He tugged harshly on my tit with no result. Damn, it would have been so nice to have fresh milk for my coffee. He returned to the other side of the table and I pulled the robe back over my breast. He sat down and said, I guess thats a good transition into talking about what I want from you. He cleared his throat. Remember a few years ago, during high school when we fooled around with the D/s relationship? Well, now that were living together and theres nobody around to catch us, you will resume your position as my slut. One of your responsibilities as my sub will be to keep your tits flowing with milk for me. Since you have no job, and will not have a job for some time I presume, it will allow you to stay here all day and milk yourself. We will go out this afternoon to pick up a breast pump for you to use. I have a flexible work schedule so my lunch break is long enough for me to come feed from you. In addition to feeding from your tits for lunch, I will feed from you once before work, once right after work and at least once before bed. you have one week to have your milk flowing for me. My cunt was dripping. I didnt think he had thought about my lactation fetish in years, and I certainly didnt think it had become an obsession of his. He continued, since you will need your tits open for milking every hour, you will wear this, he took a black, leather bra from his robe pocket. I looked at it, it had peek-a-boo slits cut in the front for easy access. In addition to that bra, you will wear a g-string and high heels. NOTHING ELSE! Now finish up your coffee so I can show you how your morning routine will go. Minutes later, we were standing in the bathroom. He told me to remove my robe and shower quickly. I did as I was told. After a five-minute, thorough shower, I was standing directly before my Master, dripping wet (both from the shower and from being aroused.) I looked around to find a towel to dry myself off with but none were to be found. Sluts do not get the privilege of using towels my Master snapped. My Master circled me as if circling his prey. He looked over his new possession. Seconds later he was standing behind me. He slapped my ass and told me to spread my legs 12 inches apart. This was to be my submissive stance: legs apart, head down, eyes on the floor, and hands behind my back. He reached into his pocket and retrieved something; I couldnt tell what it was. I soon found out what the object was. He reached around to the front of my body and snapped several rubber bands around each of my boobs. My 40-DDs were now standing straight out from my body and were turning bluish-purple. Next he retrieved a pair of clothespins and nipple clamps. I watched through the wall-to-wall vanity mirror as he began fastening the nipple clamps to my areolas. My nipples hardened. He knew more than anyone that tit-torture was a huge turn-on for me. I knew he loved seeing me in pain and loved denying me orgasms. He began playing with the part of my nipple that was peeking through the clamps. He rubbed them roughly until they were rock hard. When they reached the stiffness he desired, he proceeded to clip the clothespins onto my buds. My breasts were now barely recognizable. As I looked at them in the mirror I thought they must belong to someone else, but the pain racing through them would not let me forget that they were in fact my breasts being mutilated. Beautiful, this is how a slut like you should look. This is how I want you to look as you go through the rest of your morning routine. You will do your hair and makeup with your boobs just like this every morning. I have several surveillance cameras mounted in this bathroom, so I will be able to see your every move as you get ready in the morning. For today, do your hair and makeup then meet me in the bedroom. Since were going on an outing, I will allow you to wear clothing. An hour later my hair and makeup were done. By this time it felt as if my breasts were falling off, part of me wished they would. I met my Master in the bedroom and he was laying out an outfit for me. Here is the bra I showed you earlier, and heres the matching g-string. Along with this you will wear this white dress and these heels. A white dress with black bra and g-string? He had to be crazy! My boobs were noticeable enough from their size as they were, I didnt want to be wearing a bra that would have my hard nipples poking through it and showing through this tight white dress. The look in his eyes told me he was serious and I had better not question his decision. I reached my hands above my head as he un-clamped and un-bound my breasts. I put on the bra; it was a size too small. The tight bra made my huge tits look even bigger. I slid on the g-string and pulled the dress over my head. My breasts were nearly popping out of the tight, low-cut dress. The dress clung tightly to my body and if I bent over Id be revealing my ass to the entire world because it was so short. After putting my heels on, I was ready to go. With the high heels on I was about five foot nine, if the clothes I was wearing didnt get me noticed in public, being this tall surely would draw attention to me. There was no denying it, I was a slut. I looked like a slut and followed orders like a good little slut. Part of me was proud of that. We left the apartment and climbed into my Masters SUV. My master leaned over to me and rubbed my breasts through my clothes. He wanted my nipples hard and poking at the material of my dress. We drove to the store and walked inside. I stared at my feet as I followed my Master to the infants section of the store. He asked me to bend over and pick out a breast pump. We also picked up some nipple cream so my nipples didnt get cracked from all the pumping Id be doing; my Master wanted my nipples nice and soft for him. |
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