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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Three- The Fuck and Suck Dinner Party
11/11/2006 2:15 pm Last Read: |
The rest of the day I waited on pins and needles for him to return from work with his guest
or guests. I couldnt imagine what he had in store for the evening. What would he be doing to me? What would he be allowing his guest to do to me? The ideas flooded my head; I was intrigued and frightened all at the same time. I went along with my daily activities, interrupted every other hour by an hour of breast pumping. By mid-afternoon I saw little beads of milk forming on my nipples while I pumped. Nothing substantial, but it was exciting knowing all my work was soon going to be worth it. I couldnt wait to share my news with Master. When Master finally came home around six, I was pumping again in my bedroom. I heard his footsteps as he crossed the living room, I heard another set of footsteps following his. Sweat formed on my brow, I didnt want this stranger seeing me with my tits jammed in this machine, the machine whirring away at my swollen nipples. It seemed these days that my nipples were destined to remain in a constant state of swelling, erection and pain. I didnt mind that fact one bit, I got the greatest amount of pleasure from nipple stimulation, and these days I was constantly having them stimulated. My door creaked as Master opened it slowly. I turned to look, greeting Master and his guest. Leave the pumps on your tits and come out to the living room with us. Master ordered. I stood and followed the two men to the living room. When we were seated in the living room, Master and his guest making small talk, there was a knock on the door. Master stood and went to the door to meet another guest. I soon found out that the man was a co-worker of Masters and the woman joining him was the mans girlfriend. Master returned to the living room and turned off my pump, he snatched the cups from my aching nipples. Time for dinner Master announced. Dinner? I thought. Master hadnt cooked anything and certainly nothing was delivered. I soon found out that food was not anywhere on the menu, but I was. Master showed his guests to the dining room, and I followed. The guests were seated and I stood next to Master. Master ordered me to lie down on the table. He helped me up and into position. When he was satisfied, he left the room to collect his bag of tricks. He handcuffed my arms and legs to the legs of the table, I was rendered helpless. He explained to our guests that I was a pain slut and tit whore. He told them that his goal for me was to have enough milk flowing from my boobs for a grown man to be fulfilled at least four meals a day. Master took his seat at the head of the table, where my legs were restrained and began his first course of pussy cream pie. He invited Bridget and Justin to have a drink to begin their meal. They both leaned forward and attacked a nipple with their mouth. They sucked like starving infants at my large nipples. Master licked and sucked my pussy profusely. A few minutes into the feast, I began to moan. I fantasized in the past about having my body worked over by multiple people, this was a dream come true. Master must have heard my moans and he did not like that I was receiving so much pleasure from the activities, so he quickly bit down into my clit sending pain racing through my entire body. Ten minutes later Master and his dinner guests decided to switch places. Master mounted the table and straddled my face, with his balls dangling near my mouth. He commanded me to open my mouth and he gagged me with his heaving balls. He then leaned forward and squeezed a small bit of milk from my nipples; he let it drip down my tits. He rubbed the milk in between my breasts, using it as a lubricant. Then he stuck his erect prick between my boobs and wrapped my tits around it. He pulled tightly on my nipples to keep his cock in place. As his cock slid back and forth through my cleavage, his balls pulled in and out of my mouth as if he were fucking my mouth with them. Bridget and Justin sat at the other end of the table and moved my leg restraints so that they were no longer tied around the legs of the table. The leg restraints were re-tied around the legs of the table where my arms were being restrained, I was being folded in half and forced to do the splits because of Master sitting on my chest. Justin climbed on the table and stroked his hard cock, emitting some precum onto the tip, he lubed his cock and without warning he rammed his large cock in my virgin asshole. Bridget kneeled in her chair and leaned forward. She started slowly rubbing two fingers over my clit in a rhythmic motion. I felt like my pussy was about to explode. Bridget leaned down and kissed my pussy, then began licking my pussy in nice long sweeps of her tongue. I was shaking, trying to hold my cum inside, I knew that breaking the rules would lead to punishment but I didnt know what Master would have done to me if I broke the rules in front of his friends. I had a feeling Id soon find out. Bridget soon went from licking my pussy to lapping away at my cunt, her tongue popping in and out of my hole. Thats when I lost it and blew cum all over the table and Bridgets face. Master responded immediately by pulling his balls out of my mouth and his dick out from between my tits. He climbed off the table and unhooked my restraints, saying nothing to me. He motioned to Bridget and Justin to back away from the table and move to the living room. Master pulled me off the table and yanked my hair, dragging me into the living room. He threw me down on the floor and he left the room. I was terrified, I didnt move a muscle. Moments later master returned with a bag of our toys. He handcuffed my hands behind my back and told me to kneel. I obeyed as if I had any other choice. I had tried so hard to keep from cumming. I wanted so badly to be a good sub, but controlling my orgasms for long periods of time was just something my body couldnt do yet. Master bound my tits tightly so they were turning purple. He flicked each of my nipples harshly with his fingers so they were standing erect. Master proceeded to attach my nipple clamps to my areolas, like I had done to me every morning. He also followed the nipple clamps with a clothespin on each nipple as he normally did for my morning routine, only this time he didnt stop there. He pulled each clothespin away from my body, my nipple enclosed in the teeth of the pin, thus stretching my nipple out further and giving him room to add another clothespin to each nipple. I let out a yelp as my nipples were being tormented. Master laughed as he slapped my tits and the weights on the nipple clamps swung wildly. Bridget and Justin just sat there and watched as Master brutally attacked my tits, I could hear moans of pleasure coming from them. Master took hold of my shoulders and pushed my torso forward. My tits were dangling and my nipples were being pulled to the floor. Master had my clamps screwed so tightly that there was no way they were coming off my areolas. As I was bending forward, master grabbed a paddle and began swatting my ass with it. With each flick of the paddle, my body jolted forward, sending the nipple clamps swinging again. I screamed in horror. The louder I screamed, the harder Master spanked me. He spanked my ass for what seemed like days, even though it had only been a matter of minutes. My ass was crimson with welts. When Master was satisfied with the condition he left my ass in, he walked around me, surveying his work. He grinned. He yanked my nipple clamps up, motioning for me to stand. He led me by my besieged nipples back to the dining room, where he instructed me to kneel. You are going to clean up the mess you made on the table now. Start licking. I dont want to see even a single drop left. Master growled at me. Kneeling by the side of the table, I strained to reach my puddle of cum. When every drop was gone, Master heaved me up from the floor again. Since you have forgotten the first rule of being a good slut and have allowed your pleasure to come before ours, there is another game Id like to have our guests play with your boobs. I kneeled in middle of the living room floor once again. Master retrieved a device he had fashioned himself. the device consisted of two large pieces of wood with two long bolts going up through them, one at each end and one in the middle. Master asked Justin to help him fasten the device to me. One piece of wood was placed underneath my breasts and the bolts were inserted through the bottom of the piece of wood. Justin held the wood under my tits as Master dropped the other piece of wood, smashing my boobs between the pieces of wood. Master screwed a nut onto each of the bolts and the farther he screwed them, the tighter the contraption closed around my tortured breasts. When Master had them sufficiently tightened, Justin let go of the wood. The only thing holding the torture device up now was my tits. My body wanted to fall forward from the weight of the old fashioned stocks-like contraption. Master wouldnt let me bend, he wouldnt let me fall. He stood in front of me and removed the clamps and clothespins from my nipples. From his pocket he pulled several needles used for acupuncture. Our first game tonight is going to be Pin the slut on the nipple he told the guests. He said that he would blindfold each one of them and theyd then push the needles into my breasts to see who could get the closest to my nipple. To make the game even more fun, he also blindfolded me. After I was blindfolded, he handed each guest a handful of needles and showed them how to push them into my tits. Each guest took turn after turn jabbing needles into my bruised flesh. My tits looked and felt like pincushions. I counted each needle as it penetrated my skin, counting 30 in each tit. Finally the game was over, neither guest had managed to skewer my nipple like Master wanted. So he did it himself, he rammed a needle through the top side of each nipple and out through the bottom. He jammed a needle through each nipple horizontally as well. Last, he jammed a needle right through the center of my nipple, the other end didnt come out anywhere. He left me kneeling there as he sat on the couch and conversed with his guests. They acted like I wasnt even there, with the exception of an occasional glance in my direction to laugh at me. I was utterly humiliated (or udderly humiliated may be a better way to say it  . As the guests were headed home that evening, I heard Justin whisper with Master about heading out to Justins farm to have me properly milked.
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