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Blogs > Amy84 > Milk Slut's Stories > Doctor, Daddy, Dom 09

Doctor, Daddy, Dom 09  


5/9/2007 12:03 am
 HAPPY 1-YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO ME!! I hope you enjoy this chapter and another new pic. Ta-tas for now! ~A
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That Friday night, Dr. Mason called me and told me that it was time to take our relationship to the next level. He gave me an address and told me to meet him there. He said that Nurse Shanna would meet me one hour before to help me get ready for him. When she finally showed up, I thought she’d pump my breasts and use me, but she didn’t. She helped me take a shower, making sure to scrub every inch of me and as far inside me as she possibly could. She shaved my pussy bare and then led me into the bedroom. She scavenged through my closet and dresser drawers.

Finally she threw an outfit, if you can really call it that, on to the bed. I was to wear a pair of black high heeled boots, a black thong and a white bikini top that barely covered my chest now that my boobs were so much bigger. She watched me get ready. I gave myself a glance in the mirror. If I didn’t believe before that I was in fact a slut, I certainly believed it now. My long brown hair draped over my shoulders. Miss Shanna helped me with my makeup and then clasped a collar around my neck. Instead of driving myself to the undisclosed location, Nurse Shanna decided to drive me there herself so that I couldn’t get cold feet and decide to leave. Once we reached our destination, she delivered me to Dr. Mason. “Good evening Slut. Daddy is quite pleased with your appearance. Thank Miss Shanna for helping you.”

Before I could even spit the words out, Nurse Shanna grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my face towards her. She kissed me forcefully before abruptly turning around and leaving. Dr. Mason hooked a leash onto my collar. “Who am I?” He quizzed me.

“You are Dr. Mason.”

“Wrong.” He said, twisting my nipple. “I am your Daddy.”

“Yes Daddy.”

“And who are you?”

“I am your Slut.”

“That’s right. Now that we’ve got that straight, let’s go.”

He opened the door and we went into the club. It was dark and smoky in there but I could make out some figures of people moving around. Once my eyes adjusted to the atmosphere, I noticed that several other people were dressed like I was. I quickly realized that this was a culmination of all the tests I had been put through recently: humiliation, pain, and loyalty to Daddy and my new lifestyle as a Slut. Daddy led me to a couch in the middle of the room. He told me to sit and then he sat down next to me. “Daddy’s thirsty.” He said, licking his lips.

“Should I get you something to drink?” I asked, not thinking of the two milk bags I had strapped to my chest.

“No my dear, I have everything I need right here” He said, popping my breast out of my top.

I blushed at being exposed in middle of a room of strangers. Daddy rested his head in my lap and went right to work sucking my tit. I relaxed and looked around to see several other couples and groups going about their own business, not really paying attention to my nakedness. Once both my boobs were empty, Daddy left my tits exposed and led me to the bar. He helped me onto the bar and then informed me that tonight was my initiation into the lifestyle. He instructed me to crawl across the bar and allow the men to grope my chest and spank me. I did as I was told. By the end of the bar, I wanted to crawl into a corner and cry. My breasts hurt from being tugged, twisted, slapped, and pinched. My ass burned from being spanked so hard and so many times.

I heard someone announce that the wet t-shirt contest was about to start. Daddy said “Well, we better get you over there then.”

“But I’m not wearing a t-shirt.” I thought, knowing that it wouldn’t do any good to point this out to Daddy.

I was led onto a stage. There were several other women there, none of which were wearing t-shirts either. They were all kneeling within arms-reach of the audience. I did the same. The contest was really just an opportunity for the men to compare breast sizes and get a good feel of the girls. A man in leather pants stood behind us women one at a time and doused us in several gallons of ice cold water. The men reached out and grabbed at our rock-hard nipples.

After that was a talent contest, each one of us was given five minutes for our Doms to exhibit our talents. The first woman was spanked harshly with a paddle and never shed a tear or even made a noise. The next woman was fisted by her Dom. Then it was my turn. Daddy sat me in a chair at the edge of the stage. He jiggled my breasts around by pulling on my nipples. Lastly, he squeezed my nipples as hard as he could, sending milk spraying from them like a fire hose. He knew that the one thing setting me apart from the other girls was that I, by the age of 18, was equipped with a working set of tits.

The rest of the night was used for Daddy to pimp me out to the other men in the club. Each man was given a bunch of Mardi Gras beads upon entering the club. The beads were given to the sluts after they were used by a man. This showed which sluts were the most desirable and which Doms were the most selective in who they allowed to use their slut. Because it was my first night, Daddy decided to throw me in the deep end and allow anyone and everyone to use me. Most men were just amazed by my lactating breasts and wanted nothing other than to suck my tits for 10 minutes, for which I was grateful. It was the Doms who were exceedingly cruel that I detested. Of course Daddy stayed close to watch the torment I was put through, and to make sure none of the scenes ever got out of control. I was spanked, fucked in the ass, forced to suck numerous cocks, and had my cunt penetrated by various items more times than I could count. At the end of each scene being used by someone, I was required to thank them.

When the sun came up on Saturday morning, we finally left the club. By that point, I didn’t even care that my tits were exposed and bouncing around in the early morning air. When my nipples hardened to a cool breeze, it stung like crazy. “If I really wanted to have fun, I’d force you to walk home. But I’m feeling nice this morning.” Daddy said, allowing me into his car.

We pulled up in front of my parent’s house. I could see lights coming on, meaning my parents were just waking up. “Ah breakfast time.” Daddy said, smiling and leaning in.

I misinterpreted Daddy’s lean in to mean he was kissing me good bye and I leaned in as well. He pushed my shoulders back against the seat and grabbed my tit. He fed from my breasts until they were again both empty before he let me go. I snuck to the side of my house and climbed through my unlocked bedroom window. I climbed into bed and fell asleep, smiling.

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