Sub Diary

He moves behind me, touching my arms and legs, stroking my neck and face as he leans my head onto his shoulder and
begins to caress my breasts.
He kisses my neck, my cheek, and my exposed throat as he pinches and squeezes my nipples.
One hand finds my exposed wetness between my legs and explores, rubbing with his palm against the rope and dildo as I moaned again.
Continuing to kiss and squeeze with one hand, he explores and rubs lightly over the clamp between my legs with the other.
I jerk as the first band is flicked and removed from my nipple.
Master pulls it roughly off, squeezing and twisting the blood back into the red, hard, nipple while I scream into the gag and his finger presses harder onto the clamp.
The pain is electric and hot as the next band is flicked off also. Continuing to explore between my wet legs he moves the dildo in and out hard, jerking my body against the ropes that have me bound so tightly.
I want to orgasm so badly, but unable to move and barely able to breathe I am denied so push the thought to the back of my head.
Pain and ecstasy course through me, Master continues to pull and twist my nipples hard, stretching them out in front of me, roughly fingering my pussy, biting down on my neck, nipping at my ears, squeezing my toes and pinching my fingers as he continued to confuse my mind.
He moves away, leaving me panting and groaning. My juices have saturated my inner legs and the seat of the chair. I am sweating and snorting to breathe as again I calm myself down.
Master wipes me with a damp, cool cloth. He wipes my face, neck, breasts, down my back, my pussy and inner legs. He
then begins to handle my breasts again. He takes the right breast in his hand and begins to knead it hard. It hurts. He starts at the base and squeezes the breast right down to the nipple. He repeats with the left one, alternating between the two until they are swollen and hurting me. He ties the rope to the base of the right breast tightly. He strains, grunts to get the tight tension on the rope and the pain is very intense for me. Once happy with the tension, he wraps the rope around the breast slowly and tightly. Oh the pain, squashing and stretching my breast under the rope as he winds it half way down the breast, tying it off hard. He slaps the nipple as he moves away, laughing to himself as I yelp.
The procedure is repeated with the left breast. Slowly, tightly he wrapped and tied the rope off, my large size 40 breasts jutting outwards from my bound and contorted body.

The crack of the riding crop took me totally by surprise when it landed on the nipple of my breast. I felt my whole body jump; pain shot through me form every extremity and I screamed for mercy into the gag. Over and over he cropped my breasts, some strokes on the top, some front on and some upwards underneath so that no exposed skin was left untouched.

I tried to move, but the pain to my pussy, neck, arms and legs was intense and Master did not stop.
He clearly had no consideration for my discomfort as I began to drift into the fog of my subspace.
I have no idea how long he cropped me. I had lost consciousness for a few seconds.
I came back to earth when a cloth wiped over my breasts again with cooling gentle effect. I was sobbing, tears streamed
down my face and it felt like my breasts were being removed.

There was pressure around the nipples, not like the bands but a hard restricting pressure that I did not recognize.

It felt hot, in fact it was extremely hot as my senses came back to me and I could hear Masters voice.
‘Relax Sub, you are doing well.'
Just a little longer and I will show you what I have done. I felt like my nipples were being pulled and sucked at the same time. As sensations returned I concentrated hard, my nipples were inside some sort of hot container and the pressure was so intense.
Suddenly I realized that I was being milked. Some sort of device was pinching and sucking my nipples hard and I could feel them expelling small amounts of fluid. It felt like they were turning inside out.
‘Oh my god' I moaned into the gag.
My breasts felt like they had grown in length, and I had no idea what Master was planning to do with them.
He moved to my head and took away the mask. Blinking hard I focused on the roof of the room while he then unclipped
the gag from my mouth.
‘Remain quiet sub.' Master was naked; blinking hard I made out his naked body and his hard cock as he moved away from
me.
I obeyed, taking deep breaths as I concentrated on the sucking devices attached to my breasts.
Master then unclipped the chain from the collar rings and gently raised my head upwards to its normal position.
I looked down and the sight of my breasts, purple in color, with glass funnel like objects attached suctioned over my nipples, drawing them down the glass tubing with each sucking movement. I was stunned at the sight.
Master checked them before releasing the suction and removing each one from my breast, sucking my nipples himself to savor the flavor. My nipples were sensitive and protruding farther than ever before as he sucked hard on them. Again I had sensations running through my body, unable to control or stop them I bit my lip hard and breathed through my nose loudly.
He went behind me, releasing the rope attached to my arms. He uncuffed them and allowed me to shake them to regain sensations before pulling them out in front of my body, pulling me so that I was now leaning over the chair with my hands on the seat of the chair in front. He also removed the rope from between my pussy lips, tugging the clit chain whilst he
was there.
Master moved in front of me, his cock was hard and he knelt one leg onto the chair so that it could reach my mouth.
Guiding my hands to his thighs, Master knelt on the chair and fucked my mouth hard. I had no where to move as he thrust
into my throat, rubbing and pinching my nipples at the same time, causing me to suck and groan harder and louder before
he exploded inside me. Without hesitation Master pulled from my mouth and pushed his cock between my breasts. I squealed with the pain as he squashed them hard against it, bringing it back to life quickly and fucking my tits hard while I had nowhere to go.
Again he came hard, spraying onto my face as he grunted the last of his juices onto me.
He stepped away and left me. I was limp, hanging over the back of the chair, still bound by legs and stomach. His juices
dripped from my face and dribbled from my mouth, sapped of enough energy to suck them back up.
I had no idea where he was but could hear him behind me.
The gag was replaced roughly. I braced myself. His hands were forceful and aggressive. He grabbed the dildo and thrust it inside me hard. Removing it from my arse he again thrust it into me, lurching my body hard into the back of the chair. Leaving the dildo in place he then inserted the vibrator into my pussy. Again aggressive he thrust it in and out of me, before turning it on full and pressing onto my clit clamp. I screamed into the gag and jerked about as the electrical
current ran into my wet pussy hole, followed by the hard buzzing vibrator.
Over and over he buzzed the clamp as I screamed inside my head for him to release it. His hands were fucking my holes hard with the objects. Over and over I was pumped in rhythm and out of rhythm, as he felt fit.
I was almost insane with the need to orgasm. He pressed his fingers into my pussy hard, finally releasing the clamp
to the sound of my blood-curdling scream into the gag. Thrusting his cock into my arse at the same time he rubbed and rubbed my clit as I shook with the built up pain and ecstasy, holding the orgasm at bay with all my fiber.
‘Cum Sub.. Cum for Master.' He panted.
I screamed again deeply and loudly into the gag as the orgasm released into me. My juices squirted onto the chair copiously.
Master fucked my arse hard as wave after electric wave washed through me. Over and over I moaned, my head hung, my toes cramped and breasts swelled with the pressure. Again he came deep inside me, collapsing onto my back as I again entered subspace. My mind was a void. Black with emptiness. My body was numb. Unable to move one sinew I remained slumped over the chair until Master removed the gag and ropes. He unbound my breasts without a whimper.
He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Laying me on my side he positioned my body for sleep and crawled in behind me.
He held me all night as I slept, swollen, sore, fulfilled and obedient.
Little did I realize then, but the clamp had been removed early….....at what price??

I slept soundly in Masters arms, waking to the suns rays streaming through the crack in the curtains, Master snoring
lightly into my back.
Today was our last; we were leaving for home later in the morning
I was still sore, my pussy, breasts and clit were still tender but I lay there soaking in the sunlight before we rose for
the day. Thinking back on the days that we have had here, my torture at the hands of strangers, Masters torture of
me, my breasts being attached to the glass tubes and the reason for it that eluded me still.
I was happy though.
Master stirred. Cuddling into my back as he woke from his sleep, reaching under and over my body, cupping my breasts
in his hands.
‘Morning Sub.'
‘Morning Master.'
‘We are leaving today. You will have our bags packed by ten o'clock for us to check out. I have booked us on the early
flight so that we are home in good time.'
‘Yes Master.'
‘Roll over, make me hard and suck me.'
I obeyed him, rolling onto my side as he moved onto his back I took his flaccid cock and began to seduce it.
I kissed it gently, stroking with my fingers and cupping his ball sack with my free hand. My mouth slid over the tip
and downwards until my lips reached his pubic hairs, pressing gently on the sides of his now hardening cock. My fingers
tenderly kneaded his sack, gently squeezing each testicle with the rhythm of my mouth as his cock continued to quickly
grow. Licking and sucking him from tip to base the pace began to quicken as his hips moved gently. My lower hand slid under his arse cheek, fingers brushing his arse hole as the thrusts became harder. Still kneading his balls, pulling the skin
tight around them and letting my dribble dampen the skin.
His head lifted from the pillow, grabbing my head and pushing it hard onto his crotch. My third finger found his arse and
began to press as he moaned and thrust hard. He was beginning to tighten his legs, hips, balls and finally his cock tensed
with the orgasm as he plunged into my throat. On cue I pressed into his arse, my finger pumping in and out, twirling around, knuckle deep inside Masters bowel. I swallowed all his juices, licking his cock clean and cleaning around his
balls before looking up at him.
He lay back on the pillow panting. His arms were beside his side and I went to lay my head on his chest.
‘Sit up.'
I sat on the bed, facing away from him as he raised his legs in the air, pulling his knees to his chest, gripping onto
them, pulling his arse high up and on display.
‘Lick my arse too.'
I moved to his arse and began to lick the cheeks, kissing them and moving from left to right across both cheeks. I
then knelt up, licking under his ball sack and letting my tongue find its way down his crack to the ring or his anal
passage.
I kissed it gently.
‘I said lick it..Now.!!
I licked it hard, pushing my tongue inside the tight muscle and pressing my face hard into his arse as I slurped my juices
around.
‘Finger yourself, but do not cum.'
Without hesitation I pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy as my tongue searched his regions.
I pressed my clit, stroking the tender point of my sex until it relaxed and I was wet, returning my fingers inside my
pussy, I explored it, the pace quickening as I became more aroused.
Master was moaning, I continued to lick and nibble at him, fingering my own pussy at the same time. I too was panting.
‘Stop.'
I pulled away, fingers still inside my pussy as I knelt up between his legs. The sensation was wonderful, warm tingles
through my body as the orgasm built.
‘Remove your fingers; you are not permitted to pleasure yourself any further without my permission.
‘Yes Master.'
‘Come, shower me and dress for breakfast.'
We showered together as normal. Master was hard again and he pushed my head onto his cock immediately when we entered the shower.
Water cascaded down my back as he pumped and pumped into my mouth, finally coming deep into my throat after fucking
my mouth hard.
After we showered, Master banded my nipples tightly before choosing my outfit. He chose my black thong and my smallest
black lace bra, tight pale pink tank top and short white skirt. My bra and thong were clearly visible through my clothing; my breasts pushed into the bra, bulging out over the top of the lace, nipples pressing against the lace,
protruding clearly through the light pink top. The thong too was visible. The skirt was straight, reasonably fitted
over my arse and very short.
I wore flat sandals and assisted Master to dress also. He wore light jeans and a polo top.
At breakfast we ate quietly, Master chatting with many of the other men and women whom he had met playing golf at
the resort. They all eyed me, the Men leering at my breasts, the women glaring with gritted teeth smiles on their faces.
Master allowed me a hearty meal and fruit juice, followed by a hot cup of tea.
He then instructed me to return to our room, pack and meet him at the reception area at 10am sharp. I had just over 30
minutes so I hurried back and packed, checking and double-checking that we had left nothing behind.
I made sure to pack Masters toys separately, he liked to keep them with him on the plane, so they were all neatly packed
in his sports back, covered by his books and toiletries.
Master was waiting for me when I appeared with our luggage. ‘Good, you are here, we can check out now and make our way to the airport.'
He waved his hand to a Porter who came and took the luggage.
We then made our way to the limo waiting at the front doors.
There were 2 other men waiting there, Master smiled and chatted with them for a few minutes before we all entered
the vehicle.
I sat next to Master, while the 2 men sat opposite us, both smiling at me, eyes fixed on my breasts and skirt, which
was now exposing my black thong to them as I sat down.
‘So, this is her?' The larger one of them said to Master.
‘Yes.' He placed his hand on my knee and squeezed it. ‘This is her. This is Jenny.'
I was dumbfounded. I stared at Master with my mouth open and eyes wide.
What did he mean…'Her.'

‘Hello Jenny.' The man said, reaching his hand out to me.
‘Hi, ' I muttered to him.
‘Pleasure to meet you.' Said the second one, again reaching for me to shake hands.
Master placed his hand on my shoulder and I shuddered. This was not going to be fun, I could feel it deep inside me. His
hand was firm and my pussy was squeezing together tightly as he leaned towards me.
‘These Gents are going to help me with your development.
He is a Doctor, and he is going to help you produce milk for me to drink from you.'
‘Mmmmilk…. But..'
‘Shhhh Jenny. This is my wish and you will obey me.'
I nodded slowly as he reached down and lifted my top up over my head, removing it and leaving me sitting there in my small bra.
‘Present your nipples.'
I closed my eyes and pulled the bra downwards, allowing my banded nipples to pop free.
Both men leaned forward, looking at my nipples as if they were a piece of machinery.
The smaller man pinched each of them hard, pulling them outwards as he did so and letting them snap back into place.
‘Mmm, not bad.. not bad at all.'
He reached into a bag that he was carrying and produced a jar of pills.
She is to take one of these twice a day, morning and night.
She is to have plenty of water to drink throughout the day too.
The nipples are to be stretched and kneaded three times a day, it might pay to get a machine for it as it can be tiring
on the hands.
‘I might suggest that you get some nipple shields, they fit over the nipple and assist to push it outwards, although
the bands are doing an excellent job, you can probably combine both techniques.'
Again he rummaged in his bag. My mind was racing at a hundred thoughts a second. Machine.. milking… pills… Oh my God..!!!!
‘You will also need a pump like this one.'
He produced a contraption that was long glass tubes fluted out at one end with a bulb half way down. Each open end had
a hose and a hand pump attached to it with a valve between the tubes and the pump .
Leaning forward he grabbed my nipple and pulled it hard.
He then pulled the bands off, causing me to squeal and jump.
Master frowned at me.
He placed the glass tube over my nipple and pumped the pump a few times. Then he shut the valve off, gently releasing
his grip.
My nipple was sucked outwards quickly, trying to make its way down the tubing. The pressure was intense as he let it
go, hanging from my breast, pulling and squeezing my nipple He repeated this with the other nipple, showing Master
the technique and what to look for as my nipples felt like they were going to be pulled from my body.
He explained that heating the tubes would make the suction and pressure even better, and with the strong hormone tablets
working I should be producing milk within a week or so.
He grinned at Master and told him to read the paperwork inside the bottle, as these pills had some side effects that he
should know about.
I was still stunned.. milk in a week… side effects… oh no..
What is happening?
The car began to slow and the Doctor quickly removed the tubes. Master stuffed my nipples back into my bra and handed
me my tank top to replace.
We alighted from the limo as is nothing had happened. My nipples were like large bumps under my bra and protruding
well out under my top. There were gasps as we passed other travelers and sat in the waiting area.
My pussy was wet from all the nipple attention in the limo, but I remained sitting still and just grinned a little when
I saw the wet patch on the airport seat as we stood to board the plane.
Master had taken all three seats in our aisle as usual. I was to sit near the window, he would occupy the other seats,
depending on what he was doing with me at the time.
We settled into place, Masters bag sitting on the floor under his feet as the plane took off and we began our journey
home.
We were barely off the ground when he produced the gag for me. I stuffed it into my mouth as before. No one would even
know it was there, that my mouth was full of sound muffling material.
He leaned over to me, pulling my shoulder close so he could whisper in my ear.
He placed his light jacket over my shoulders, the opening to my back so my chest area was covered.
‘Present nipples and pussy to me, do not remove any clothing, just move it so that I have access.'
I reached under and slid my top up towards my shoulders, pulling the bra downwards again so that my nipples protruded.
I then reached between my legs, pulling the center piece of my thong forwards and over to the right, so Master could
reach from my left.
Master pulled my head towards him again, leaning it on his shoulder as he reached under and twisted both nipples hard.
He had the bag on his lap, removing the clamps he placed them on each nipple as I bit hard onto the material in my mouth.
Tightening them hard, he then gave a tug on them, when I jumped he was happy that they were in place.
Nest he removed the huge black dildo, and handed to me.
‘Insert it.'
I parted my legs, lifting my hips slightly upwards against the seat belt and pushed it inside. It slid in easily, my pussy was soaking wet and eager to receive.
He then produced the inflatable dildo and reached down to my arse. I unclipped my belt, raising my hips again and
parting my legs wide as he pushed it inside my arse, again I bit onto the gag as the pressure from both insertions caused
sensations to rise within me.
My breathing was quickening, the sensations of my arse now being inflated with the air of the dildo, pressing against
the huge presence inside my pussy was sending my body wild.
Master leaned me back, the seat was slightly reclined and I squirmed into a comfortable position and sighed.
Master suddenly pulled on the nipple chains. I jumped and squealed out with the pain, only to be held firmly in place
by his hand on my crotch.
‘Stay awake Sub. You are not to doze off.'
‘Yes Master.' I panted.
Holding a firm tension on the chains, he moved his free hand between my legs, pressing the dildo hard inside me, causing
my back to arch as it pressed high into my body.
He began to move it slowly in and out, firmly pulling on the chains at the same time. I closed my eyes and concentrated
hard, knowing that he would not allow me to orgasm and that he was going to test me again on the plane.
He continued to stimulate me with the dildo, sometimes gently, other times firm and quickly as I neared the edge
of orgasm. My seat was wet with juices and I was barely able to sit still.
He also pressed the inflated dildo into my arse, letting air out of it, fucking my arse with it and pumping it up tight
again. My knees were bent up slightly as he continued to tease me, finally rubbing my clit hard as I strained not
to cum.
I grabbed his arm as the waves almost got through my defenses.

‘Mmmaster…' I mumbled through the cloth gag.
He stopped and sat up, leaning close to my ear again.
‘Go to the toilet Sub and I will meet you there. He tucked my nipples, clamps attached inside my bra, and reached
down to replace my thong between my legs. The tube and pump for the dildo he tucked tightly into the front of my thong
before pulling me to my feet and letting me past him.
Walking to that toilet was the longest walk of my life. The dildos banged against each other, pressing on my clit as
well as I gingerly walked along. I entered the toilet and waited, after about 30 seconds there was a knock at the door.
‘Jenny, Darling are you all right.'
I opened the door and Master squeezed in beside me. He sat on the toilet seat, unzipping his pants and turning me so
that I was looking away from him.
‘Release your nipples.'
I pulled my top up and bra down, allowing the chains to dangle freely.
Master reached between my legs, pressing each of the dildos hard inside me as I groaned loudly and placed my hand over
my mouth.
He released the air and removed the dildo from my arse, fucking my pussy with the huge one as I balanced, bent over with my arse at his face level.
He released his cock, it was hard and ready, as he guided my arse over it, pushing inside me as my head fell backwards
and his hand reached for the nipple chains.
He fucked me hard.
First my arse then he washed and fucked my pussy as the plane took us homewards. Using the huge dildo he also plunged inside my holes, again and again bringing me to the brink of orgasm, each time pulling on the nipple chains hard,
bringing my senses crashing back to earth.
Finally, he again used my arse, reaching around he also fingered my clit hard, rubbing and rubbing faster and faster
until I was out of control.
My hand firmly over my mouth barely muffled my screams and groans.
The orgasm hit me with such fury that I did not even feel the chains pulling my tortured nipples. My legs were cramped
and Master filled my arse with his juices as we joined the ‘Mile High Club' with gusto.
Master plugged me again. I returned to my seat quietly as Master cleaned himself and waited for a couple of minutes
before returning beside me.
The next hour passed in bliss as I rested and Master dozed before landing and greeting the cold, damp weather that
we had escaped for just a few short days.
I rode home plugged and chained. Occasionally Master would tug the chains or drive through the rough edges on the road
until we crunched the tires along our driveway. He kept my full attention for the entire trip.
Home at last…