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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Fifteen - Cum-Covered Cleaning
11/27/2006 10:09 pm Last Read: |
The next day, I accompanied Master on his errands. He had me dressed in a tight, white, thin t-shirt. I wasnt allowed to wear a bra, but Master had my tits tightly bound in rope so that they stuck straight out. My nipples were fully erect so it looked as if I was concealing torpedoes under my shirt- they were weapons of mass distraction. I was also allowed to wear a pair of daisy dukes, but no underwear. I followed Master through the store to the herbal supplements, he picked out the ones that Sir had recommended for increasing my milk supply
as if my milk wasnt already more than Master ever needed in one day. Master had breakfast only an hour before, and because my teats were so full, he only emptied each breast about half way. They had since refilled and were engorged, the evidence was left on my shirt- large spots of liquid seeping through, making my tits even more eye-catching. I kept my gaze on the floor as Master paid for the herbal supplements. The cashier stared at my milk-soaked shirt covering the enormous tits protruding from my chest. As I walked out of the store, my tits jostled around, my nipples rubbing against the wet material, making them even stiffer. At the exit of the store, Master commanded me to kneel in front of everyone. He lifted my shirt and opened the pill bottles. He handed me a pill and told me to put in my mouth when he counted to three. He wrapped his fingers around each of my leaking nipples, as he counted his grip tightened. Master pulled hard, milk streaming from my teats as I popped the pill into my mouth. When I had swallowed it he released my nipples. He handed me another pill and grabbed my nipples again. This time he didnt wait to pull on them, the milk flowed as he counted. The crowd grew as Master continued to milk me. Two pills later, my tits were almost empty. There was a large puddle on the sidewalk in front of Master and me. He instructed me to stand and I followed him to the car, my tits still uncovered and bouncing in the breeze. When we got home, Master told me it was my day to vacuum the apartment. He sat there and watched me as I did my chores. When the vacuuming was finished, Master told me it was time to vacuum me. I laid on the floor in the living room. Master grabbed a hose attachment he had modified and connected it to the vacuum I had just used to clean the apartment. He turned the vacuum on and fitted the remaining end of the hoses to my teats. Since He had modified the hoses, they were big enough to accommodate my entire breast into each hose. The suction was tight. I wriggled on the floor as master stood over me. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. As the vacuums tormented my boobs, he stroked his shaft. Pre-cum dripped from his cock, landing on my face. Soon, blobs of hot jizz fell from the tip of his cock, some landing on me and some falling into my mouth. It was funny, but over the last few days since Master had returned home, anytime he was near me my mouth was consumed with the taste of cum, although it was rarely because I actually had his cum in my mouth. I discussed this finding with Master and he thought it was a sign of my submission and dedication. Master continued to jack off, cum spewing all over me. When he had finished his orgasm he sat on the couch to regain his strength, and to admire my defiled body. He abruptly turned the vacuum off and pulled the hoses from my teats. He commanded me to stand and follow him. Naked and cum-covered, I followed him from the apartment to the laundry room. He filled a basket with the laundry he had washed earlier that day. I followed him outside, he holding the laundry basket. We stopped in front of the clothesline in the backyard. He took a box of clothespins from the basket and handed them to me. He demanded that I hang his clothes out to dry. He knelt in front of me and each time as I reached up to hang something on the clothesline, He would reach up and snap a clothespin on one of my tits. By the time all of his clothes were hung on the line, my tits had clothespins attached at every angle. Master led me back into the building and into his bedroom. He tied my legs to the end of the bed and cuffed my wrists together. He had concocted a new toy he was dying to try out. To the foot of the bed, he clamped a narrow device resembling a battering-ram. He bent my knees and pulled me down onto the cylindrical piece of wood. It pushed into my cunt and spread my tight hole. Master pushed and pulled my legs, moving the toy in and out of me. When I was near orgasm he rammed it as far inside me as he could, and held it there. At the far end of the toy was a pair of clips that he clamped onto each of my pussy lips. I was stuck, this battering-ram jammed inside me, unable to free myself. He knelt on the bed, his legs bestride me. He picked up a riding crop and began tapping the clothespins on my teats with it. With each tap, the clothespins bit deeper into my flesh. He laced a piece of string through each of the clothespins and then yanked the string, releasing the pins one by one. He continued slapping the bite marks with the riding crop, turning the marks into welts. He laid down next to me, wrapped one arm around my waist and suckled at my nipple. |
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11/28/2006 12:27 am |
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it! Ta-tas for now ~A
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11/28/2006 11:54 pm |
Glad you enjoyed! Ta-tas for now ~A
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