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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter two- jizz juice
11/9/2006 12:18 am Last Read: |
We brought the breast pump home and he wasted no time hooking me up to it. He knew it was a fantasy of mine to be tied to a bed while my breasts were pumped relentlessly for milk. He led me into my bedroom and restrained me to my bed. He ripped my white dress off of me and threw it on the floor. Next time I allow you to wear clothes, I require you to remove them the second you walk in the door. You are not allowed to wear clothing around the apartment unless I tell you to do so. He slipped open the slits in my peek-a-boo bra and fastened the breast pump cups to my nipples. He got up from my bed and walked out of the room. He returned seconds later and parted my knees. He slid my g-string to the side and jammed a vibrator in my dripping cunt without warning. He returned the g-string into place so it held the vibrator in place. My toes curled and I arched my back. See you in the morning! he said as he left the room. Morning? I thought. It was only a little after noon, would he really be leaving me here for the next 18 hours? I listened to the whir of the breast pump and the vibrator. I was about to cum. NO CUMMING! Master taunted. I could hear him but he wasnt anywhere to be seen. Oh, I forgot to tell you about the intercom system installed in your bedroom and bathroom. I also have surveillance cameras mounted in your bedroom so I will be able to see your every move. I will know if you cum tonight, so you had better not. How was I going to be able to avoid cumming? I wanted to obey Masters commands, but it was nearly impossible to avoid orgasming when my tits were being sucked like crazy and my pussy was vibrating. I tried as hard as I could to keep from cumming, I fought the orgasm for an hour but eventually it grew too strong. I screamed as cum shot down the sides of my legs. I knew Master heard me, I knew I was in trouble. I shook in fear as I waited to hear his voice booming over the intercom or for him to come into the room but he never did. The vibrator whirred softly over the rapid pounding of my heart. I tried to relax; I knew being excited and scared wouldnt help me if I was going to succeed at producing breast milk. I didnt want to fail my Master twice by not being able to get milk on top of the orgasm. My leg muscles tensed over and over again within an hour of my last orgasm I felt another one coming on strong. Whatever it took, I had to keep from cumming. One orgasm was disobedience enough, I couldnt face another one. I crossed my legs and breathed deeply. I tried to fix my mind on something other than the pending orgasm. I slid into a nearly-comatose state, I knew I was safe there, I knew as long as I wasnt thinking about my vibrating cunt and strong urge to cum until I couldnt cum anymore, I would be okay. My body was worn out. I decided to take a nap. I woke several hours later, the clock on my nightstand told me it was five p.m. Master knocked gently on my door, he was bringing me dinner. He entered the room and I immediately grew nervous again. He placed a tray on my lap and began to feed me. I couldnt enjoy the food knowing my Master was inches from my pussy. Only inches away from the cum drying on my legs, the cum I had not been permitted to emit from my body. Master reached for the breast pump and turned the suction up. My swollen, elongated, aching nipples were pulled even further into the cups. I moaned loudly. Master grabbed the tubes on the breast pump and gave them a harsh tug, pulling at my nipples, but they did not slip out of the cups at all. I winced, my nipples were extremely sore and the pulling only increased my discomfort. Master sneered at me and pulled again on the tubes. He pulled over and over again, harder each time. Master stood on my bed and continued yanking the tubes. He reached up to a hook suspended from the ceiling. He wrapped the tubes rightly around the hook. My tits were heaved into the air and my nipples were pulled tautly. Tears welled in my eyes at the agony my poor breasts were being put through. Thats what sluts who disobey their masters deserve. And with that, Master turned and left the room. I did not see him again until twelve hours later. He pushed the door open, banging it into the wall loudly and startled me. It was five in the morning. He turned off the breast pump and pulled the cups from my huge nipples, so swollen and red. They were now an inch in circumference and two inches long. I had never seen them in this state. The cool morning air pained my tender nipples. He pulled the vibrator from my cunt and licked it off. He removed my restraints and barked at me to proceed with my morning routine. He told me that when I was done I should meet him in his bedroom. I hurried through my morning routine, excited that I was summoned to the Masters quarters. My huge nipples poked through the slits of my bra. I walked to the door of Masters bedroom. I knocked and he told me to enter. I stepped into his bedroom and he told me to crawl to the side of his bed. He was lying in bed, naked, with an erection. It had been a long time since I had seen his cock; it was a lot bigger than I had remembered. My mouth watered with the desire to engulf his cock and suck every drop of cum from him. When I reached the edge of his bed I stopped and assumed submissive position. You may climb into my bed and sit next to me. I did as he instructed. When I was in his bed, sitting next to him, he laid his head in my lap. My heaving breasts met with his mouth. He engulfed my nipple with his lips. He sucked both of my tits for nearly an hour each. While I enjoyed having my Masters mouth around my tits, I was pained from the nature of my nipples. They were dreadfully sore. When he finished sucking my breasts, he told me that this would become the next part of my daily routine. When I was dressed each morning I was to bring him breakfast in bed. He wanted to prepare me for my duties as his milk maid. Master then removed a new g-string from his bedside drawer. He told me this was to be my new uniform along with the peek-a-boo bra. He told me that I was not allowed to cum unless I was in his presence, so this thong was of a leather that when wet would become increasingly tighter. Master then went to get ready for work. He told me he would be home at one oclock sharp for lunch, he wanted me to pump for an hour every other hour. Id spend one hour pumping my tits, then have an hour to relax. When he left for work I was to do my morning workout to maintain my tight body for him, he didnt want a fat slut. When my workout was over, it was time to pump. I groaned at the thought of torturing my sore nipples with the pump, but followed Masters orders. At one oclock, as expected, Master walked through the door. I heard his footsteps as he neared my bedroom door. He opened my door and signaled for me to follow him. I entered the living room and he told me to sit down. I sat at one end of the couch and he laid down next to me. He put his head in my lap and flipped my bra open. He licked my nipple and despite how sore it was, it hardened. I winced from the tenderness of my nipples and he smiled at me. As he began sucking away at my nipple, his cock formed a tent with his pants. He opened the zipper and his cock popped out. He released my nipple from the lip-lock he had on it. He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. He returned holding a champagne glass. He resumed his position in my lap and began feeding again. As he suckled my tits he gave himself a handjob. He blew a load of cum into the champagne glass. When he was pleased with the sucking session he had put my tits through, he handed me the glass filled with cum. Drink it bitch he demanded. Nothing looks better than a whore with sore titties and cum on her face. I just about gagged at the though of drinking an entire glass of his cum. I slowly lowered the glass to my lips and took my first sip of cock juice. He took the end of the glass and tipped it up so cum poured into my mouth. Cum slid down the sides of my mouth as I swallowed as much as I could. He forced my head back so the glass was tipped back on its own. He straddled my lap as he watched me drink the last few drips. He told me to stick my tongue into the glass and lick the rest out. I hesitated for a second. I knew I should be honored to taste my Masters cum, but I had not yet acquired a taste for the delicacy. He sensed my hesitation so he decided to entice me. He grabbed my nipples simultaneously between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. He squeezed lightly. He saw that I had not yet begun licking the last of the cum from the glass so he tightened his grip on my nipples. He added the extra persuasion of pulling my nipples. I knew he wouldnt let up on my tormented tits until I had licked every last drop of jizz from the glass. I waited a few seconds more, relishing the attention given to my nipples. This may have made me a naughty sub, but after all it was what made me a pain whore. He was now squeezing and pulling as hard as he could, stretching my nipples from my body. I gave in and licked out the glass. He released my nipples from the death-grip and removed the champagne glass from my mouth. As he left again to return to work he said, Ill be home at about six, and Im bringing company |
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11/9/2006 2:28 am |
Thanks for the info, this isnt a true story just some erotic fiction. Glad you enjoyed the story!
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11/9/2006 10:38 am |
Amy... Good to see you posting your stories again...
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11/9/2006 11:58 am |
Thanks, its good to be back. I took a short break to get inspired again. I hope you enjoy!
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 11/11/2006 11:18 am |
Wow, fantastic!
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