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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Nine- Closet Whore
11/14/2006 11:35 pm |
The next day started off as days usually did: I prepared myself for presentation to Sir and then I fed him breakfast. After he ate breakfast I was milked in the barn. He left me there until Bridget woke an hour later. She had some errands to run that day and was taking me with her. My nipples were swollen, as was typical these days. She allowed me to put on my uniform and then gave me a thin white t-shirt to wear as well as a short black skirt. My nipples rubbed against the shirt, keeping them erect. I followed her around as she did her shopping. I kept my head down and looked only at the floor. Around lunchtime Bridget told me she had no choice but to eat lunch at the mall. We stopped in the food court and found a table. To my surprise She did not get up to get food from one of the vendors. Instead She instructed me to climb onto the table. She told me to sit in front of her with my tits in her face. She lifted my shirt and opened one of the sides of my peek-a-boo bra. My face reddened. I was embarrassed at having a woman suckling away at my nipple in public during broad daylight. She took her time, playing with my nipples as she ate her lunch. Meanwhile she stuck one of her hands under my skirt and began playing with my clit. I turned from being embarrassed to being completely turned on. I spread my legs open wider, inviting her hand deeper into my pussy. She bit into my nipple, toying with it. I let out a loud moan, completely forgetting that I was in middle of the food court. My head rolled back and my pussy dripped down her hand. She slid her free hand inside the other part of my bra and began teasing my nipple. It hardened instantly. She emptied one of my tits and switched to the other side, leaving the side she had just sucked wide open to public view. Her fingers entered my cunt and she fingered me. Cum you slutty cow she whispered. She held my nipple in between her teeth and pulled it. She sucked rapidly at my teat until it too was empty. She removed her fingers from my cunt and placed one hand on each swollen, hard, beet-red nipple. She bowed her head and slid my skirt up around my thighs. With her teeth she slid the g-string away from my pussy and she licked at my cunt like a kitten lapping milk. Her fingers wrapped around my nipples, her fingernails dug into my areolas as she squeezed my nipples with all her might. Then she pulled my nipples as far as she could get them from my body, stretching them. She began shaking my nipples, causing my tits to jiggle. I moaned louder and louder. Finally my cum flooded her mouth and she sucked up every last drop. I re-composed myself and we continued on our way. We stopped at a outdoor recreation store and She picked up a long rope and two plastic water bottles. When we returned to the farm, She put me in the barn and watched as I was milked. She sat in front of me on a milking stool. She put her legs over my shoulders and hiked up her skirt, revealing her soft, shaven pussy. I didnt even need to wait for her directions; I knew my job was to eat her. I did so gladly, as a thank you for letting me orgasm at the mall. I nibbled at her clit, watching her excitement grow. My tongue protruding from my mouth, ventured into her cunt. I flicked my tongue around inside her. I slid in and out of her, my teeth grazing over her clit again. She pulled away from me as she was about to cum and her fresh cream landed across my face. She detached the milking tubes and led me into the house. She told me we were going into the bedroom so she could put her new clothes away. I stood on all fours on the side of the bed, watching her as she hung up her clothes. The rest of her shopping bags sat on the bed. Finally she had put all her clothes away. She ordered me to stand. She held a pants hanger to my chest. She clamped it to me, the clamps biting into my areolas. She removed the rope from her bag and bound my breasts with it. The rope traced around my torso and behind my back. The last foot of rope was used to tie my hands behind my back. She pulled the hanger, dragging me by my nipples to the closet. She opened the door and hung the hanger, attached to my nipples, in the closet. I was forced to stand on tiptoes to prevent my nipples from being pulled taut from my body. She kept the closet door open. She sat on the bed and started painting her toenails. Each time she heard a moan slip from my lips, she smiled and laughed. She left me there as she went about the rest of her daily chores. She prepared dinner and Sir finally came home. My legs grew tired and week. I was no longer able to stand on my tiptoes. I surrendered and dropped to flat-foot. I screamed out in immense pain. Sir came into the bedroom to change out of his work clothes. He found me hanging in the closet and just laughed heartily. He left me hanging there until dinner was ready. When it was time for me to assume my duty of feeding Sir and Bridget their dinner, I was allowed out of the closet. Sir removed the hanger clamps from my nipples but left my breasts and hands tied. I kneeled in the dining room as Sir and Bridget sat down for dinner. Bridget emerged from the kitchen holding the two water bottles she had purchased while running errands earlier in the day. She stood in front of me and squeezed the bottles tight. She held them to my boobs and the air rushed to re-fill the bottle, stopped by sucking in my nipples and areolas. She sat down across the table from Sir. Streams of milk slowly filled the bottles. They watched as the bottles became fuller. The more milk was emitted from my teats into the bottles, the heavier the bottles got. My breasts drooped from the weight of the bottles being suspended from my areolas. Finally the bottles became so full that the slipped from my udders, falling to the floor and spilling all of the milk. Sir stood up and smacked each of my boobs. As punishment for wasting the milk, I was taken out to the barn to be milked. I was left there for the rest of the night. The machines were not left on low, as they were the last time I was milked all night. |
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