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Waiting is the hardest part- my nipples are the next hardest
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Nov 13, 2006 1:04 pm
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Hey everyone! It's lil ol' me here. I just thought i'd update quickly about the lactation process... i guess its really a lack there of. I spent quite a bit of time this weekend with swollen nipples and pumping as often as i could. No progress was made with the lactation, although its only been three days of pumping. I'm trying to pump as often as i can, but since i made the mistake of buying a manual pump my hands wear out from pumping long before my nipples do. I will put up with the manual pump until this summer and then i will splurge on an electric pump so i can pump a lot more extensively. But, being the broke college kid that i am, i have to wait until this summer when i have the funds to purchase another pump. I might also look into herbs this summer to see if that will help my milk supply (i've heard good things about herbs and lactation.)
i have a cold today, probably because its gotten chilly around here and i spent much of the weekend nude since my roommate was gone (when the cat's away, the mouse will play). Being nude and keeping it cool enough in my apartment to keep my nipples nice and hard had another effect on me- the cold. 
I guess that's about all for now. ~Amy
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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Seven- Stretched by Sir
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Nov 12, 2006 11:32 pm
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I was brought back in the house early the next morning to relax my udders for a little while before feeding Sir and Bridget breakfast. After Sir left for work, Bridget looked at me with an evil look in her eye. She walked me out to the barn and hooked me up to the milking machine. I was milked seven times within the next eight hours; it seemed as if as soon as one milking session had ended, the next one was started.
When Sir came home from work that night, I was left in the barn, being milked, while Sir and Bridget ate dinner. When they had finished, they came out to the barn. They detached the milking machine from my sore and swollen teats. Sir decided that they were going to work on stretching me this evening. Theyd be stretching my pussy lips, my cunt hole, my already long nipples, and my limits of pain. Sir walked me over to a sterile, silver veterinary exam table in the back of the barn.
They assisted me onto the table and Sir put on medical exam gloves. Sir opened a bag of toys and took out several syringes. He began jabbing them into my skin; through the flesh of my ass, through my clit, and all over my breasts. Next Sir handed Bridget a pair of nipple clamps. She pinched my nipples and attached the clamps to the very ends. She tightened the spring rods so they were as tight as possible. Sir took another pair of nipple clamps and attached them to my pussy lips. I had never had my pussy lips stretched before so my body shook from the excitement and terror of the new experience.
Sir flicked the syringe skewered through my clit as he inserted his first finger into my cunt. With his remaining hand, Sir picked up a butt plug and rammed it into my arse. As the minutes went by, Bridget was instructed to add weights to my nipple and pussy clamps. I had just enough time within that minute to adjust to the new weight before more were added. When there were so many weights on the clamps that the weights were resting on the table, my body was turned so that my boobs were hanging off one end and my legs and pussy were hanging off the other. Bridget laughed as she sat in front of me and swung the weights like a pengilum. Sir inserted two, then three fingers into my widening cunt. He bent his fingers as they entered me, rubbing at my g-spot. He slapped my ass harshly and warned me not to cum. Four fingers slid in and out of me, my pussy pulsating. Finally Sirs fifth finger entered my dilated hole. He worked his hand into a fist and turned his fist around in a circle.
Bridget moved down to the other end of my body and knelt between my legs. Sir removed his hand from my cunt and Bridgets hand took its place. Sir walked to the other side of me and unzipped his pants. His erect cock spilled from his pants. He pried my mouth open and slid his cock into the only hole of mine that had yet to be used. Bridget pulled her fist out of my cunt and began licking my pussy, enticing me to cum. Sir reached down as he fucked my face and rubbed my nipples. Even in the agonizing state they were in, the rubbing caused them to harden and become even longer. My plump nipples ached, but it was surprising how aroused I was by the sensation.
Sirs body shook, but he didnt orgasm. I could tell he was holding his cum back. He wanted to enjoy the face-fucking for as long as he could. Sir finally let go and shot hot cum down my throat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth mid-orgasm. He finished blowing his load all over my face. His cum dripped down to my tits. Bridget immediately stopped licking my pussy. The clamps were pulled from my tits and pussy lips. The needles were removed from my flesh. My body slumped over the table and I just laid there. I was given a few minutes to compose myself. Sir shook my tits and saw that they had re-filled with milk. He pulled me from the table and into a milking stall near the table.
Bridget sat on the table and began playing with her clit. I was hooked yet again to the cold, sterile milk machine. I had no choice but to stand there on my hands and knees, and watch Sir and Bridget fuck on the table. I cummed silently as my excruciatingly painful nipples were milked while Bridget and Sir moaned in the background.
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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Six- Milk Maid Moo
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Nov 12, 2006 3:39 pm
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Monday, Master told me he was heading out on a business trip, hed be gone for a week. He told me to pack a bag of uniforms and get into the car. Was I going with him? Would we be taking our adventures to another city? When in the car, Master told me that while he was gone, Id be staying on Justins farm. Master had his bag of our favorite toys, but he did not get, or tell me to get, my breast pump. When I informed Master that I did not have my pump along with me, he said Dont worry Titty.
When we reached the farm, Justin asked Master how long it had been since its teats had been milked. Master told him that I had been milked at breakfast but not since then, so they were probably due. Justin said he was just heading out to the barn to milk the cows, so milking me wouldnt be a problem. Master told him that I did not remember to bring my pump, so Id need to be milked several times a day, either by mouth or machine. Master warned me that this week I was to follow every one of Justins directions. Disobeying Justin would lead to serious punishment.
Master put my bags on the front porch and left. I followed Justin(Sir) back to the barn. When we reached the barn Sir reminded me that I was a cow, and cows did not walk on two legs and also did not wear clothing. This week I would not be allowed to wear clothing at all. He stated that Id continue with the normal routines Master had me on: the clamps and clips while getting ready in the morning and wearing nipple suckers while I was not being milked. He told me that he was disappointed that I had not remembered to bring my pump, so hed be forced to hook me up to the milking machine in the barn several times a day, and while he was at work hed leave Bridget to either feed from me or milk me in the barn.
Sir led me over to the sterile milking area and rubbed my nipples down with rubbing alcohol before hooking the tubes to my nipples. My nipples were sucked tightly into the tubes and tugged harshly over and over. Sir left my milking stall and went on with milking the other cows. Every half hour Sir came back and tugged on the milking tubes, making sure they were snugly latched on. I smiled, I could feel my milk supply growing. I loved being milked, I loved having swollen nipples and I loved having my tits used and abused.
My boobs were milked for a total of three hours while Sir milked the other cows. Ya all done Titty? Are your udders empty?
I nodded my head yes. What was that Titty?
Yes, I said shyly.
Sir slapped my tits. Cows dont talk you stupid slut.
I froze. What did he want me to do? Mooo I said, my voice quivering.
Thats better Titty.
Sir bent over me and unlatched my teats from the machine. In the same fluid movement, he positioned the nipple suckers on my swollen, elongated nipples. They were already extremely big, but Sir and Master didnt want to lose any of their size by allowing them to shrink back to normal. Sir placed a collar around my neck and hooked a leash to the collar. He pulled the collar once and led me from the barn. I crawled, following Sir, into the house. If Sir really wanted to treat me like a cow, he would have remembered that cows dont go in the house they get left in the barn I thought as I entered the house. I decided not to remind Sir of this fact.
Tittys here! Sir yelled to Bridget when we were in the house. Sir and I went into the living room and I was showed my place on the floor. I was not allowed to leave my position on my hands and knees between breakfast and bedtime, unless I was allowed onto the couch for Sir or Bridget to feed from me. Sir left for work around 7 a.m. and I was alone with Bridget. Bridget went along with her daily routine and kind of forgot that I was there, on my hands and knees in the corner of the living room. Around lunchtime Bridget came and picked up my leash, dragging me to the barn for another milking. She led me to a stall and she laid down on the ground.
She positioned herself under my tits, her legs near my face. She put her legs in the air and wrapped them around my face Eat, you cow She yelled at me as she slapped my tits. I shoved my face into her pussy and my tongue lapped over her clit. While I was eating her pussy, Bridget pulled my nipple down and latched onto it. She drank about ¼ of the milk from each of my tits, leaving them still pretty full. My tongue rode in and out of her cunt until she cummed in my mouth. I gagged as her cum splashed in my mouth and slid down my throat. Afterwards, she stood and pinched my nipples harshly. She attached the milking tubes to my tits and walked away. She went back into the house and left me there, my nipples being tugged and squeezed mercilessly. I was left in the barn with my tits being milked until Sir came home from work five hours later. Hello Titty Sir said, walking into the barn
Moo I said, exhausted. Sir detached the tubes and brought me into the house. He teasingly scolded Bridget for leaving me out in the barn for so long.
Sorry Titty Bridget said, tapping me on my sore, puffy nipples. She left the room to go make dinner. An hour later Sir walked me into the dining room and told me to kneel by the table with my hands behind my head. Bridget and Sir sat down to dinner. When they were done eating they decided to finish off their meal with a glass of nice warm milk. They each grabbed one of my tits and wrung it as if wringing the water out of laundry. Milk splashed into their glasses and they were only satisfied when their glasses were filled to the brim.
After dinner I was brought back to my place in the living room and left there for a few hours, while my tits re-filled with milk. When Sir could see that my teats were engorged with milk and I was on the verge of tears from their fullness, He brought me out to the barn for one more milking. He again attached my tits to the machine and turned the machine on. I was surprised to find Sir had only turned the machine on low. My nipples were sucked at a slow, lazy pace. I soon found out that the slow sucking pace was because I was to be left in the barn and milked all night. By morning, Sir found me sobbing in the barn. My tits had never hurt so much.
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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Five- Milked and Marked
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Nov 12, 2006 10:15 am
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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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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Four- the Office Ordeal
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Nov 11, 2006 2:54 pm
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The next day during Masters breakfast feeding, he told me that he had a busy day at work so he wasnt going to be able to come home for lunch. Instead he wanted me to come to his office at noon. I went along with my daily routine as normal, until eleven oclock. I showered and got dressed. Master had not left anything for me to wear, but surely he didnt mean for me to show up to his office wearing nothing
I hoped. I hoped he would be pleased with the corsette and black skirt I had chosen to wear over my uniform bra and g-string.
I arrived at Masters office ten minutes early and his secretary let me in. I told her I was here to meet You and she escorted me to your office door. She shut the door behind her and you turned to greet me. You motioned to me to strip and crawl over to your desk. When I reached the desk You allowed me to stand and sit in your lap. I straddled your legs and faced you. Without saying another word, you picked up your lunch my titand began to eat. I could feel your cock harden against your pants as my milk streamed out of my tits. When he was finished with lunch, he told me to hop up onto his desk and assume the position of being on all fours.
Master had discovered that he had a thing for puffy nipples, so he wanted to try a few things out on me. From his desk drawer, he pulled two empty film canisters. He squeezed them and then touched them to my nipples. Upon them touching my nipples, he let go of them and they suctioned onto my tits, creating a vacuum. Master informed me that he wanted my nipples to be in a constant swollen and erect state, the breast pumping and feeding would help in this process, but he wanted to quicken the pace. He told me that he was going to send the film canisters home with me and from now on whenever I wasnt using my breast pump or feeding him I was to be wearing the tit suckers.
He flicked the canisters a few time and squeezed them again to create a tighter suction. He then turned away and finished up some other work. Twenty minutes later he checked on my nipples to see how puffy he had gotten them They were nearly two inches long and an inch across. He said that this would suffice for today, but he wanted them bigger and longer in the future. Master tickled my tits with a feather and my swollen nipples hardened. He went into his desk drawer once again and pulled out a cat-o-nine whip. he stood in front of me and began swatting my nipples with the whip. He started out softly, although to my sore nipples it didnt feel all that soft. His pace and strength increased until I was nearly in tears. He let my nipples rest for a while, deciding to fuck my pussy from behind. As his cock pounded my cunt, he spanked my ass; leaving red handprints on both sides.
He allowed me to get up and dress. When my clothing was on he walked over to me, reminding me that I had forgotten something. He pulled my tits up out of my corsette so they were propped up by the material and jutting straight out. He pulled the film canisters out of his pocket and suctioned them to my nipples. He then opened the door and allowed me to leave. I couldnt believe I was in a public place with my tits hanging out and my nipples being sucked harshly. I blushed and looked only at the floor as I walked out the door. I could hear giggles of other people as I hurried for my car. I had never felt like more of a slut than I did right then.
When I got home it was time to pump again. I removed the titty suckers and attached the breast pump cups in their place. My nipples were so sore, my areolas were bruised, but damn it felt good as they were sucked. My pussy tingled as I pumped my nipples for the next hour. I couldnt wait for Master to return home at six to eat dinner. I wanted his mouth wrapped tightly around my puffy nipples.
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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Three- The Fuck and Suck Dinner Party
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Nov 11, 2006 2:15 pm
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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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fruits of my labor
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Nov 11, 2006 1:40 am
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I havent figured out how (if i even can?) to post pictures right into my blog, but i thought i'd attempt to show u one pic of the results of the 3 times i've used my breast pump this evening... the photo on the side of the screen is my nipple at 1 inch long and 3/4 inch across, that's about 3 times it's normal size... it has made them even more sensitive than they normally are! they're so swolen that my nipple clamps and clothespins cant even be opened wide enough to latch on (i guess that's one downfall) ~A
next-morning update: my tits are sore and bruised in some spots... damn that feels good. I'm gonna go pump now ~A
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Fantasy being Fulfilled
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Nov 10, 2006 11:51 pm
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I finally broke down and bought a breast pump today... for anyone who couldnt tell, i have a major lactation fetish... so i decided i wasnt going to wait for someone to come along and fulfill my fantasy for me, i'd do it myself. I'm not all that impressed with the pump i got, it doesnt suck all that hard and it's manual so it takes a lot of work to get nothing done. I tried pumping tonight and am happy to report, although i'm not lactating (it doesnt happen that fast) i have wonderfully swollen and sore nipples (ah the endless possibilities of what i can do with them!) ~A
Any suggestions what to do (either lactation tips or just fun stuff to do with swollen, sore nipples)?
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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter two- jizz juice
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Nov 9, 2006 12:18 am
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We brought the breast pump home and he wasted no time hooking me up to it. He knew it was a fantasy of mine to be tied to a bed while my breasts were pumped relentlessly for milk. He led me into my bedroom and restrained me to my bed. He ripped my white dress off of me and threw it on the floor. Next time I allow you to wear clothes, I require you to remove them the second you walk in the door. You are not allowed to wear clothing around the apartment unless I tell you to do so.
He slipped open the slits in my peek-a-boo bra and fastened the breast pump cups to my nipples. He got up from my bed and walked out of the room. He returned seconds later and parted my knees. He slid my g-string to the side and jammed a vibrator in my dripping cunt without warning. He returned the g-string into place so it held the vibrator in place. My toes curled and I arched my back. See you in the morning! he said as he left the room.
Morning? I thought. It was only a little after noon, would he really be leaving me here for the next 18 hours? I listened to the whir of the breast pump and the vibrator. I was about to cum. NO CUMMING! Master taunted. I could hear him but he wasnt anywhere to be seen. Oh, I forgot to tell you about the intercom system installed in your bedroom and bathroom. I also have surveillance cameras mounted in your bedroom so I will be able to see your every move. I will know if you cum tonight, so you had better not.
How was I going to be able to avoid cumming? I wanted to obey Masters commands, but it was nearly impossible to avoid orgasming when my tits were being sucked like crazy and my pussy was vibrating. I tried as hard as I could to keep from cumming, I fought the orgasm for an hour but eventually it grew too strong. I screamed as cum shot down the sides of my legs. I knew Master heard me, I knew I was in trouble. I shook in fear as I waited to hear his voice booming over the intercom or for him to come into the room
but he never did.
The vibrator whirred softly over the rapid pounding of my heart. I tried to relax; I knew being excited and scared wouldnt help me if I was going to succeed at producing breast milk. I didnt want to fail my Master twice by not being able to get milk on top of the orgasm. My leg muscles tensed over and over again within an hour of my last orgasm I felt another one coming on strong. Whatever it took, I had to keep from cumming. One orgasm was disobedience enough, I couldnt face another one. I crossed my legs and breathed deeply. I tried to fix my mind on something other than the pending orgasm.
I slid into a nearly-comatose state, I knew I was safe there, I knew as long as I wasnt thinking about my vibrating cunt and strong urge to cum until I couldnt cum anymore, I would be okay. My body was worn out. I decided to take a nap. I woke several hours later, the clock on my nightstand told me it was five p.m. Master knocked gently on my door, he was bringing me dinner. He entered the room and I immediately grew nervous again. He placed a tray on my lap and began to feed me. I couldnt enjoy the food knowing my Master was inches from my pussy. Only inches away from the cum drying on my legs, the cum I had not been permitted to emit from my body.
Master reached for the breast pump and turned the suction up. My swollen, elongated, aching nipples were pulled even further into the cups. I moaned loudly. Master grabbed the tubes on the breast pump and gave them a harsh tug, pulling at my nipples, but they did not slip out of the cups at all. I winced, my nipples were extremely sore and the pulling only increased my discomfort. Master sneered at me and pulled again on the tubes. He pulled over and over again, harder each time. Master stood on my bed and continued yanking the tubes. He reached up to a hook suspended from the ceiling. He wrapped the tubes rightly around the hook. My tits were heaved into the air and my nipples were pulled tautly. Tears welled in my eyes at the agony my poor breasts were being put through. Thats what sluts who disobey their masters deserve. And with that, Master turned and left the room. I did not see him again until twelve hours later.
He pushed the door open, banging it into the wall loudly and startled me. It was five in the morning. He turned off the breast pump and pulled the cups from my huge nipples, so swollen and red. They were now an inch in circumference and two inches long. I had never seen them in this state. The cool morning air pained my tender nipples. He pulled the vibrator from my cunt and licked it off. He removed my restraints and barked at me to proceed with my morning routine. He told me that when I was done I should meet him in his bedroom.
I hurried through my morning routine, excited that I was summoned to the Masters quarters. My huge nipples poked through the slits of my bra. I walked to the door of Masters bedroom. I knocked and he told me to enter. I stepped into his bedroom and he told me to crawl to the side of his bed. He was lying in bed, naked, with an erection. It had been a long time since I had seen his cock; it was a lot bigger than I had remembered. My mouth watered with the desire to engulf his cock and suck every drop of cum from him. When I reached the edge of his bed I stopped and assumed submissive position. You may climb into my bed and sit next to me.
I did as he instructed. When I was in his bed, sitting next to him, he laid his head in my lap. My heaving breasts met with his mouth. He engulfed my nipple with his lips. He sucked both of my tits for nearly an hour each. While I enjoyed having my Masters mouth around my tits, I was pained from the nature of my nipples. They were dreadfully sore. When he finished sucking my breasts, he told me that this would become the next part of my daily routine. When I was dressed each morning I was to bring him breakfast in bed. He wanted to prepare me for my duties as his milk maid. Master then removed a new g-string from his bedside drawer. He told me this was to be my new uniform along with the peek-a-boo bra. He told me that I was not allowed to cum unless I was in his presence, so this thong was of a leather that when wet would become increasingly tighter.
Master then went to get ready for work. He told me he would be home at one oclock sharp for lunch, he wanted me to pump for an hour every other hour. Id spend one hour pumping my tits, then have an hour to relax. When he left for work I was to do my morning workout to maintain my tight body for him, he didnt want a fat slut. When my workout was over, it was time to pump. I groaned at the thought of torturing my sore nipples with the pump, but followed Masters orders.
At one oclock, as expected, Master walked through the door. I heard his footsteps as he neared my bedroom door. He opened my door and signaled for me to follow him. I entered the living room and he told me to sit down. I sat at one end of the couch and he laid down next to me. He put his head in my lap and flipped my bra open. He licked my nipple and despite how sore it was, it hardened. I winced from the tenderness of my nipples and he smiled at me. As he began sucking away at my nipple, his cock formed a tent with his pants. He opened the zipper and his cock popped out. He released my nipple from the lip-lock he had on it. He got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. He returned holding a champagne glass.
He resumed his position in my lap and began feeding again. As he suckled my tits he gave himself a handjob. He blew a load of cum into the champagne glass. When he was pleased with the sucking session he had put my tits through, he handed me the glass filled with cum. Drink it bitch he demanded. Nothing looks better than a whore with sore titties and cum on her face. I just about gagged at the though of drinking an entire glass of his cum. I slowly lowered the glass to my lips and took my first sip of cock juice. He took the end of the glass and tipped it up so cum poured into my mouth. Cum slid down the sides of my mouth as I swallowed as much as I could.
He forced my head back so the glass was tipped back on its own. He straddled my lap as he watched me drink the last few drips. He told me to stick my tongue into the glass and lick the rest out. I hesitated for a second. I knew I should be honored to taste my Masters cum, but I had not yet acquired a taste for the delicacy. He sensed my hesitation so he decided to entice me. He grabbed my nipples simultaneously between his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger. He squeezed lightly. He saw that I had not yet begun licking the last of the cum from the glass so he tightened his grip on my nipples. He added the extra persuasion of pulling my nipples. I knew he wouldnt let up on my tormented tits until I had licked every last drop of jizz from the glass. I waited a few seconds more, relishing the attention given to my nipples. This may have made me a naughty sub, but after all it was what made me a pain whore. He was now squeezing and pulling as hard as he could, stretching my nipples from my body. I gave in and licked out the glass.
He released my nipples from the death-grip and removed the champagne glass from my mouth. As he left again to return to work he said, Ill be home at about six, and Im bringing company
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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter one- Step-Brother Steps Up
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Nov 8, 2006 10:22 pm
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I had just graduated from college; the diploma was the easy part. Deciding what to do with the diploma was the challenge that still faced me. I graduated with a degree in English, with that I could do almost anything, and yet it seemed I could do nothing. I decided Id move back home while I figured myself out.
Let me back up for a minute and explain who I am. I am a 5 foot 6 woman with long brunette hair. I have hazel eyes, olive skin, and dimples. I have an hourglass figure with curves in all the right places. I have, what some would say, gigantic breasts; I guess they are quite large; theyre 40-DDs. I was the girl next door and it would seem every mans dream come true. I have a submissive personality, and yet somehow I remained single. No boyfriend, no prospects.
A while after moving back home I still had not figured out exactly what I wanted to do. In fact, I hadnt even landed a time-filler job in the meantime. My parents were growing more frustrated by the day at my lack of motivation and employment. They had threatened to make me start paying rent. How could I pay rent when I had no income? My family was a blended family, my dad re-married when I was twelve years old. My step-mother was never all that thrilled when I mentioned that Id be moving back home after graduation, but she gritted her teeth and dealt with it. I had four siblings, two of them biological siblings and the other two were step-siblings.
My step-brother was the one who unlocked my submissive side and had toyed with being my Master a few times in the past, but none of them were successful long-term relationships, mostly due to the taboo of being related by marriage and the fear of being caught. He was a year older than me and had already landed a prestigious job in a financial planning company. He had moved out of our parents home a year earlier and since my parents were now asking me to pay rent, I figured I had nothing to lose and asked him if I could move in with him for a while until I got on my feet. Little did I know Id be spending less time on my feet than I already was. He agreed to let me move in with him.
Moving day went as smoothly as could be expected and I spent my first night uneventfully in my new home. The next morning over breakfast my brother commented that now I had gotten what I wanted from him, there was a few things he wanted from me. I looked at him perplexed. He walked over to my side of the table with a cup of coffee in his hand. He quickly moved the side of my robe, revealing my nude breast. He lowered his cup of coffee so it was directly under my nipple. He tugged harshly on my tit with no result. Damn, it would have been so nice to have fresh milk for my coffee.
He returned to the other side of the table and I pulled the robe back over my breast. He sat down and said, I guess thats a good transition into talking about what I want from you. He cleared his throat.
Remember a few years ago, during high school when we fooled around with the D/s relationship? Well, now that were living together and theres nobody around to catch us, you will resume your position as my slut. One of your responsibilities as my sub will be to keep your tits flowing with milk for me. Since you have no job, and will not have a job for some time I presume, it will allow you to stay here all day and milk yourself. We will go out this afternoon to pick up a breast pump for you to use. I have a flexible work schedule so my lunch break is long enough for me to come feed from you. In addition to feeding from your tits for lunch, I will feed from you once before work, once right after work and at least once before bed. you have one week to have your milk flowing for me.
My cunt was dripping. I didnt think he had thought about my lactation fetish in years, and I certainly didnt think it had become an obsession of his. He continued, since you will need your tits open for milking every hour, you will wear this, he took a black, leather bra from his robe pocket. I looked at it, it had peek-a-boo slits cut in the front for easy access. In addition to that bra, you will wear a g-string and high heels. NOTHING ELSE! Now finish up your coffee so I can show you how your morning routine will go. Minutes later, we were standing in the bathroom. He told me to remove my robe and shower quickly. I did as I was told. After a five-minute, thorough shower, I was standing directly before my Master, dripping wet (both from the shower and from being aroused.)
I looked around to find a towel to dry myself off with but none were to be found. Sluts do not get the privilege of using towels my Master snapped. My Master circled me as if circling his prey. He looked over his new possession. Seconds later he was standing behind me. He slapped my ass and told me to spread my legs 12 inches apart. This was to be my submissive stance: legs apart, head down, eyes on the floor, and hands behind my back. He reached into his pocket and retrieved something; I couldnt tell what it was. I soon found out what the object was. He reached around to the front of my body and snapped several rubber bands around each of my boobs. My 40-DDs were now standing straight out from my body and were turning bluish-purple.
Next he retrieved a pair of clothespins and nipple clamps. I watched through the wall-to-wall vanity mirror as he began fastening the nipple clamps to my areolas. My nipples hardened. He knew more than anyone that tit-torture was a huge turn-on for me. I knew he loved seeing me in pain and loved denying me orgasms. He began playing with the part of my nipple that was peeking through the clamps. He rubbed them roughly until they were rock hard. When they reached the stiffness he desired, he proceeded to clip the clothespins onto my buds. My breasts were now barely recognizable. As I looked at them in the mirror I thought they must belong to someone else, but the pain racing through them would not let me forget that they were in fact my breasts being mutilated.
Beautiful, this is how a slut like you should look. This is how I want you to look as you go through the rest of your morning routine. You will do your hair and makeup with your boobs just like this
every morning. I have several surveillance cameras mounted in this bathroom, so I will be able to see your every move as you get ready in the morning. For today, do your hair and makeup then meet me in the bedroom. Since were going on an outing, I will allow you to wear clothing. An hour later my hair and makeup were done. By this time it felt as if my breasts were falling off, part of me wished they would.
I met my Master in the bedroom and he was laying out an outfit for me. Here is the bra I showed you earlier, and heres the matching g-string. Along with this you will wear this white dress and these heels. A white dress with black bra and g-string? He had to be crazy! My boobs were noticeable enough from their size as they were, I didnt want to be wearing a bra that would have my hard nipples poking through it and showing through this tight white dress. The look in his eyes told me he was serious and I had better not question his decision.
I reached my hands above my head as he un-clamped and un-bound my breasts. I put on the bra; it was a size too small. The tight bra made my huge tits look even bigger. I slid on the g-string and pulled the dress over my head. My breasts were nearly popping out of the tight, low-cut dress. The dress clung tightly to my body and if I bent over Id be revealing my ass to the entire world because it was so short. After putting my heels on, I was ready to go. With the high heels on I was about five foot nine, if the clothes I was wearing didnt get me noticed in public, being this tall surely would draw attention to me. There was no denying it, I was a slut. I looked like a slut and followed orders like a good little slut. Part of me was proud of that.
We left the apartment and climbed into my Masters SUV. My master leaned over to me and rubbed my breasts through my clothes. He wanted my nipples hard and poking at the material of my dress. We drove to the store and walked inside. I stared at my feet as I followed my Master to the infants section of the store. He asked me to bend over and pick out a breast pump. We also picked up some nipple cream so my nipples didnt get cracked from all the pumping Id be doing; my Master wanted my nipples nice and soft for him.
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