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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Five- Milked and Marked
11/12/2006 10:15 am |
The next day was Saturday, Master was home all weekend. I woke as usual and proceeded with my morning routine: nipples clamped, uniform on, go wake and feed Master. After he finished breakfast he told me that wed be going on an outing today. He let me wear a short, skimpy nightie from the apartment to the car. We drove an hour out of the city where we stopped for lunch. We stopped at a rest stop and he took a picnic basket out of the trunk. We found a picnic table and Master put a tablecloth across the picnic table. He lit candles and then held out his hand to me. I thought How romantic, hes helping me sit down at the table for a nice candlelight lunch. He didnt exactly help me sit at the table he helped me sit on it. He took a seat in front of me, my legs on either side of him and his face right at tit level. Master reached in my top and grabbed my breasts, pulling them both out. Next he popped the tit suckers off my swollen nipples, the cool air hitting my nipples tingled through my body, my nipples became instantly rock hard. Master drew my nipple to his mouth and sucked me like a greedy infant. Of course I was still not much producing milk since it had only been a matter of days that Id been attempting to do so, but that didnt stop Master from sucking me like my tits were flowing freely with milk. You wanted my tits to be flowing like a water fountain, where all u had to do was press a little button and liquid poured out in endless gushes. When both of my breasts had been emptied, Master crouched down under the table, leaving my boobs hanging out with droplets of milk on each nipple. My legs were spread open. Master reached up and started fingering my clit. Anyone walking by wouldnt see a man under the table with his finger in my pussy, all theyd see was a woman sitting on a table in a fit of passion. I didnt care; I was enjoying this too much to give any attention to what others were thinking. After all, I knew their thoughts were probably that I was a horny little slut, and if they were to think that theyd be right. Your fingers finally entered my cunt. You started with just one at a rapid pace but after a moment you slowed your pace and added another finger. I leaned back and spread my legs wider. Only mere moments later you were on the verge of having your entire fist inside me. My pussy stretched wider and wider open. Master reached his other hand up and pinched my clit, pulling slightly. When my pussy was stretched, he slid his fifth finger inside me and made a fist. My pussy ached, ached from his fist inside me and ached from holding back an orgasm. He pounded his fist inside me over and over, increasing speed like the piston inside an engine. When my body started to shake, on the verge of not being able to hold my cum in anymore, he pulled his fist out of me. He blew out the candles and packed up the picnic basket. We got back into the car and drove a few another hour until we reached a farm. Justin and Bridget were standing in the driveway waiting for us. This old farm belonged to Justins family. We got out of the car and you immediately told me to take my nightie off. The four of us walked back to the barn whereupon you told me to kneel. I crawled in the barn, following you. You led me to a stall and told me to wait there. Justin brought over a bucket and placed it beneath me. Master and Bridget sat back and watched as Justin began manually milking my tits like a cow. When my tits were empty, the three of you stood. Master told me to follow him. I followed and we stopped near several large silver machines with long tubes hanging from them. Master and Justin each took one tube and Master took another. The two of you reached under me and attached the tubes to my nipples. Justin turned the machines on and the tubes began milking my tits. My nipples were pulled hard over and over again, it hurt but I loved every second of it. The three of you walked out of the barn, leaving me there alone to be milked. An hour later Master returned to the barn. My nipples were extremely swollen; they were the same circumference as the tube they were jammed in. Justin turned off the machine and Master yanked the tubes off my nipples with a plop. I think the cow needs to be branded, like all of our other cows are Bridget commented. The four of us leave the barn and get into the car. We drive to a local tattoo parlor. We walk inside. The tattoo artist greets us and shows us to a room. I get on the table and take my bra off. So what are we having done today? The artist asks My slut is a cow and needs to be branded. Master answers. I want both of her nipples pierced horizontally and I want her tits tattooed. The artist decides to pierce my nipples first, he shows Master all of the options they have for nipple jewelry and he picks out one that he likes. Master showed me the nipple rings. Theyre silver rings with a small cowbell dangling from each one. The artist disinfects my nipples and clamps them in preparation to pierce them. A bead of milk forms on my nipple. The tattoo artist notices. Uh, we have a problem. We dont tattoo pregnant chicks here. Oh shes not pregnant; I just got her being milked. Master replies. The tattoo artist nods and proceeds with the piercing. He jams a needle through each nipple and then slides the nipple rings on. I clench my fists and bite my lip. Master flicks each of the new nipple rings, sending waves of pain through me. The tattoo artist asks me to lie back so he can begin the tattoos. What do you want her tats to say? He asks Master. Her right tit is going to say titty-licious cow and the left tit is going to say pain whore. The artist quickly sketches out each tattoo and okays them with Master. When Master is satisfied, the images are transferred to my tits, just above my red areolas. The tattoo artist starts the tattoo, his tools humming away. My boobs are pricked over and over again, leaving a trail of black ink. When the tats are finally finished, Master shows me in the mirror. My big breasts are marked for life. Lets go Tits Master says to me. We pay the tattoo artist and leave. When we get back to the farm we get out of the car. Standing there in the driveway, Master offers one boob to each of his friends. They each slowly suck my painful nipples. My milk flow has increased greatly from todays activities. Master thanked Justin for allowing us to use the farm. Justin tells Master that were allowed back to milk his cow any time Master wants. We get into the car and drive home. When we get home, Master immediately feeds for dinner. We sit down and watch the news. Master wraps his arms around me and I can feel his hard cock poking my back. Every once in a while, Master rubs my nipples and wiggles my piercings. I ask for permission to cum and Master allows me to do so. A massive amount of cum shoots out of my pussy, all of the cum that had been waiting all day was finally unleashed. Around ten p.m. Master has his bedtime feeding, he plays with my nipple piercings with his tongue as he sucks me. Afterwards, he retires to his bedroom for the night. I head into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I pull my bra off and admire my new markings. I loved my new nipple piercings, when my tits moved the cowbells on my nipples jingled quietly. I stared at the tattoos circling my areolas. Titty-licious Cow and Pain Whore the words describe me perfectly. |
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