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Day after day I am fed, used and milked.
My breasts now permanently large, bra size has increased two fold. My nipples are rock hard and protruding under the tight bands.
I produce enough milk for the household; Master uses it to drink, cook and feeds it to me in my food also.
Master is also training me to orgasm on command. Some days this happens ten or twelve times, other days only once or twice. He often sets the clocks in the house and I am to orgasm within 30 seconds of the alarm sounding. He orders me to finger myself during meals, in the garden, or anytime during the day when he is at home.
Usually I have had orgasms three or four times just before milking and the urge builds up quickly again.
I am not however permitted to orgasm without his instruction or permission.
My usual daily routine has remained unchanged now for many months. I wake, oblige Master with my body should he need it, shower and suck Master once he has released me from my night binds.
Today is no different. Master stirs, I am already awake and waiting for him. My breasts are hard and
tight, bound in the harness so that they are pressed up high and tightly together in front of me. Master fondles them, pulling and twisting my nipples hard under the tight rubber bands that constrict them at the base. He presses his body close; I can feel his hardness against my back, his breath on my neck as he continues to fondle me.
His hand moves down my body, over my stomach to my pussy he caresses my skin, pressing against my lower back with his cock. He parts my pussy lips and forces his hand between my legs. I can't open them very wide as they are tightly bound together, but he finds my clit and begins to press on it. I moan into my gag, remaining still for him to explore.
The swollen head of my clit is reacting to his touch and the rhythm of his strokes is arousing me. His cock is like a rod against my spine, pushing me over onto my breasts as he presses against me. His hand moves away, now parting my arse cheeks and probing inside me. The motion of his cock is swift; he enters me with a thrust, grabbing my breast with his hand to pull me onto him. He thrusts into me lying on his side, using my breast as a handle, squeezing it hard as he grunted inside my bowels.
He comes quickly, pushing deep inside me, squeezing my breast hard until the last of him is released.
Panting he lays on the bed beside me, stroking my back as I remain on my side, bound by arms and legs to the bed. I want to orgasm but he does not order me, so I have to think of other things to take my mind off the sensations.
He rises and releases me without speaking. We shower and I suck him to hardness again, allowing him to fuck my mouth at his pleasure, swallowing his seed when he released it to me.
He removes the bands on my nipples, roughly fondling them under the warm water to encourage blood flow. Again I am aroused and clam myself, assuming that he will order me to orgasm soon enough.
I remained naked, Master dressed and we descended downstairs.
I present into the dungeon, prepare the milking machine and kneel on the mat in the center of the room and wait for him.
He begins to prepare his breakfast, joining me in a flurry as his food cooks.
‘Quickly on the dildo chair.'
‘Yes Master.'
I move quickly to the chair, lowering my body carefully onto the dildo, gasping as it forces its way inside me. Even with the fucking this morning, the dildo still stretches me and reaches further inside me than Master does.
He restrains my legs out wide, pushing them far apart and securing the legs of the chair so that I am unable to move them. This causes me to sit upright on the dildo as my arms are pulled around the back of the chair and cuffed tight. My torso is effectively rigid, unable to move legs or arms and my arse impaled meant that I could barely move.
He hooked up the milking machine, my breasts jutting out from my chest, looking enormous as he pulled them into position.
The sensation of the machine always stimulated me. My clit would throb with the sucking sensations on my nipples, and this time was no exception. I tried to relieve myself by moving on the chair, but it was no use, I could only move millimeters and could apply no pressure on my clit at all.
Concentrating during these times was hard for me, I was not gagged, so any noises would be clearly heard by Master, and this would not please him.
After about 30 minutes, master returned to the room and checked the machine.
‘Good. Milking is over.'
‘Yes Master.' I answered him with a smile.
‘I am going to work for a few hours, you will remain on the chair.'
He left the room and returned with a glass of my milk in one hand and the inflatable dildo in the other.
‘Drink.'
I sipped from the glass as he tipped it to my mouth, staring at him in amazement; he had not punished me this way for many weeks and I thought I would be released.
‘Do I need to gag you?'
‘N..no Ma..aster.' I answered slowly, head downcast.
‘Good, we are entertaining this evening and I want you ready. Do not cum for the rest of the day Sub, you are to be horny for me tonight.'
‘Yes Master.'
He lifted my body slightly up on the chair and slid the dildo inside my pussy. It was well lubricated and after two pumps it was filled completely. He pressed my shoulders down hard, forcing both dildos deep inside me and me to gasp quietly.
He left the room, leaving me plugged and impaled on the chair; legs stretched wide, clit swollen and tense and breasts tingling still from the milking.
I tried to move, lifting my arse slightly only succeeded in shifting the dildos and increasing tension on my body. I tried to clench my vaginal muscles, but with my pussy full and legs stretched wide apart it was impossible to make any impact.
I must have dozed in the chair, waking with a start when the door banged shut. Master was home.
He came straight to the dungeon, finding me exactly as he left me, tired and cramped.
‘Good Sub.' He slid his fingers under my pussy.
‘No moisture at all, well done.'
‘Thank You Mas..Aghhhhh.'
He deflated and pulled the dildo out and pushed his fingers inside me hard and fast. Pumping them in and out of me, bumping me up and down on the remaining dildo as my juices flowed fast.
His fingers sloshed in and out of me. I bit my lip hard, controlling the overwhelming urge that was building inside me.
He withdrew his fingers and stepped back as I sat there, shuddering and panting, still jerking slightly on the chair.
He undid my restraints and helped me off the chair.
‘Sit on the bed its time to milk again.'
I obeyed him, moving gingerly to the massage bed as he attached the milking machine.
My clit was on fire, pussy juices leaking from me as the suction motion continued to drive my mind wild.
Once milking was finished Master sent me upstairs to shower, prepare my body and rest for our guests.
They would be here at 8 sharp for dinner. Just in time for my night milking.
Time passed quickly.
Master returned to the bedroom and woke me.
“Sub, Time to wake up and prepare yourself.'
Our Guests are arriving.
Continued.
Master has woken me from my rest.
We are preparing for guests. Six of his Friends are joining us for Dinner tonight.
Sub.. Go to the Bathroom, relieve yourself and return to me.'
‘Yes Master'
I scurried to the bathroom and relieved myself as instructed. I returned and stood in silence while he gave me instructions.
‘I want you in your shelf bra and matching thong. I want you in high boots, hair up.'
‘Yes Master.'
‘Present for collaring.'
I stood still as Master attached the wide leather collar. This one had many rings attached to it and prevented me from moving my head up and down.
‘Present Nipples.'
I bent over so that my breasts hang free from my chest. He placed two tight bands on each nipple, pulling and pinching them into an erect state.
‘Present Clit.'
I bent over placing my hands on the bed. Master leant down and attached the clamp on my clitoris. He tightened it as I sucked in a breath and tugged lightly on the chain to ensure it was secure.
My clit twinged under the clamp, I have not cum all day and as I am usually commanded to orgasm many times, this is frustrating me.
He pulled the chain upwards and attached it to my collar at the front.
‘Present wrists.'
I held both wrists up for him to attach the leather cuffs.
‘I want you to wear your new coat downstairs and disrobe when I instruct you.'
‘Yes Master,'
‘You are not to converse with the guests tonight, you are merely to serve them and be used.'
‘Yes Master.'
I dress as instructed, the shelf bra squeezing my breasts tightly together, pressuring the bands and my swollen nipples. Master does it up tightly, and then I slip into the beautiful lace thong, guiding it around the clit chain, the satin material resting against my clit gently.
The black heels force hips forward, tighten arse cheeks and arch back, accentuate breasts and holds head high with an air of sexiness.
Master is with guests. They smile and gesture with approval as I enter the room.
I stand beside Master, smiles at me and continue to chat with the Men.
‘Lets move to the dining room shall we?' Master announced to the guests.
‘Sub, disrobe and serve drinks please.'
‘Yes Master.'
I removed the coat and hung it on the coat rack. Some of the women murmured as they took in my outfit. The men were all smiling.
I took a tray and offer drinks to the guests. Men and Women of similar age and similar interests gathered for an evening's entertainment.
As I move from guest to guest, they are free to touch me, but not converse with me. The men touch my breasts, mostly touching my engorged nipples, giving them a tweak or a pinch. The women touch my clothing mostly, the soft sexy material and the deep plum color contrasting with the shiny black boots, reaching to my thighs. They pull at the thong back, pressing it against the clit clamp as I bend over to serve them.
One man ran his hand between my legs, pressing his thumb hard against the material of my thong as I stood beside him, serving his wife.
Master and his guests ate and drank while I served them for the meal. Hours of groping and touching were sending me into a frenzy and I was hurrying too and fro to ease the pressure.
Master signaled to me to stand beside him.
‘I see that you all have noticed my sub's breasts. I have been training her to produce milk and am proud to say that we have succeeded.'
The guests clapped and laughed.
‘I would like you all to taste her milk, she will move from chair to chair, feel free to suckle on her but don't be too greedy, I have to milk her later for you and that will be a real treat.'
He reached up and pulled my nipples out of the top of the flimsy bra. He pulled each nipple out tight and slipped the band off, rolling it in his fingers to stimulate it.
‘The chain is attached to her clit clamp, feel free to pull it if the flow is slowing, Sub will not cum without permission so she will produce plenty.'
He stood and clipped my wrists to the collar at the back of my neck. This pushed my breasts out for easier access.
I turned to the first Man, aged about fifty he opened his mouth wide and took my nipple inside. He sucked hard and I felt the milk squirt into his mouth. He recoiled with shock at the taste.
‘Mmm its not too bad..'
I then moved to his wife. She rolled the nipple and sucked it, licking at it with her tongue at the same time. This sensation went straight to my clit and I had to clench my teeth hard.
The next man pulled on the chain as he sucked hard. My clit was swollen and hard and as he tugged on it I raised up onto my toes, he sucked my nipple like a lollipop, slurping and making disgusting noises as I stood gasping from the pain and the urge to cum.
His wife was also brutal. She took my nipple, bit on it with her teeth and then sucked hard. The pain again referred to my clit, which was beginning to pulsate hard.
The next Man was younger. He licked the edges of my nipples before pulling on the chain gently. Taking my nipple into his mouth he jerked the chain a few times, the intensity almost sending me over the edge. The harder he sucked, the faster he jiggled the chain. When he was finished I was panting and his Wife helped herself. She fondled one breast whilst sucking the other one, pinching the nipple so some milk oozed onto her fingers.
Master was next; he too suckled gently, slipping his fingers under my thong and into my pussy. It was wet and throbbing. He slid them in and out of me for a few seconds until I began to gasp for breath then pressed on the clit and removed his hand. He finished suckling me and tucked my nipples away.
‘Go to the dungeon, stand on the mat and wait for us.'
It was hard for me to walk due to the swelling of my Clit. I moved to the dungeon, my arms tightly restrained behind my head, stood on the mat and waited.
Master entered along with the six guests, all naked.
He gagged me with a cloth and tight scarf gag, removed my thong and guided me to the dildo chair.
He turned me around, removed my bra and began to ease me onto the chair.
‘Sit Sub.'
I sat down under his guidance, grimacing as the dildo entered me.
Most of the men had erections while they watched Master.
He moved me about on the chair, spreading my legs wide, still with the black boots on, strapping them tightly.
He moved away and assisted one of the couples prepare some equipment for their own use. He strapped the woman to the horse, while her Dom took some of his toys out and began to use them on her. They had strapped her on facing me and I noticed another couple making use of the massage bed, also facing my direction.
Master moved the milking machine into position. He attached the suction cups and began the machine. The first squirts of milk brought gasps from the guests, the remaining man and woman moved closer to me so that they could see my milking in progress.
Master then invited the man to finger my pussy.
The stranger knelt in front of me and eased two fingers inside me. I moaned and closed my eyes as he explored my wetness. His wife was stroking my breasts, holding each one as the milk was extracted, the combination of the two of them was increasing my desire to cum. The clamp on my clit was tight and the Man was bumping it as the thrust harder and harder inside me.
The woman moved one hand to my pussy area and began to explore. She pressed my clit, teasing it around the clamp as I squirmed on the chair.
They retreated, turning their attention to each other as he ordered her to kneel and suck him where they stood.
The other couples were also at various stages of fingering and fucking each other.
Master moved closer to me, he had the vibrator in his hand, he reached down and removed the clit clamp, thrusting the vibrator immediately between my legs as I screamed with the pain.
‘Cum Sub… now.'
Screaming and moaning into my gag the waves exploded over me, I rose up on the chair, slamming down on the dildo as my pussy juices flowed and soaked the chair. The milking continued, pulsing against each nipple as orgasm after orgasm hit me.
I was spent when Master removed the milking machine. My head hung and my breathing was slowly returning to normal. The other couples were all fucking, women panting and men grunting as orgasms hit them also.
Master moved to me, removed my restraints as well as my boots and assisted me from the chair. He released my arms, and walked me across the room. He moved a chair and two rings were visible on the floor.
‘Bend at the waist.'
Taking my wrist cuffs, he bent me over and clipped them to chains attached to the rings.
He then passed a thick elasticized harness under my stomach and clipped it to the rings hanging from the roof. He pulled the ropes tight so that my toes were barely touching the ground, and my arms were stretched tight.
He placed a chair near my head and invited one of the men to sit on it.
He obliged and I could only focus on his cock in front of my eyes. The man removed my gag while Master cuffed my legs to the spreader bar and pulled it out wide.
He then invited the other men to fuck my holes, the women to lick me or suckle my breasts and ordered me to obey.
The man on the chair pushed his cock deep into my throat. There were fingers inside my pussy and a cock entered my arse with a thrust. My nipples were pulled and tugged as the guests feasted on me.
One by one each man fucked my every hole, the women fingered and licked my pussy and arse as well as my nipples and breasts.
I was exhausted, but complied with their requests obediently, sucking and swallowing as they desired, not coming myself as instructed by Master.
The all stopped for a rest and Master was asked if I had ever licked a pussy.
I shook my head in horror, this was something we had never discussed and I was not keen.
Master agreed that I was to obey and lick if ordered. I tired to plead with him through my eyes but he ignored me.
The men asked Master to lower me to the floor. Once in position and tightly restrained, one man entered my pussy from underneath, pumping slowly before another was inside my arse. I moaned loudly, the stretching sensation of the two cocks inside me was enormous and I thought I was going to split in half.
Suddenly there was a woman sitting on the chair and my face was guided to her pussy. I was very apprehensive and held my breath for a long time before my head was pushed hard against the lips and I began to explore with my tongue.
Before long the pussy was thrusting against me and the woman was moaning loudly. I licked and sucked her lips and juices until she flooded onto me with a shudder. As she did this, the cocks pumped harder and harder and came together also. They had all filled me with their juices and were panting, sprawled on the floor around me.
Another woman was at my pussy, licking and cleaning me out, I could hear her Master instructing her to lick every drop from me. The feeling was wonderful and before I knew what I was doing, my hips were thrusting into her. The sensation was building, she was licking and nibbling at my clit and I was writhing to get away before the orgasm came.
‘Oh..oh..Master..' I panted.
There was silence.
‘Pp…Maamm…please..stoppp.. I.. can't…. cuuummm….pleeeease….'
Again silence and I clenched my teeth together hard as the waves continued to build.
‘Mmasstteerr…' I called loudly..
‘Mm make hhherr stopp…'
Aghhhhh…Ohh.. Ohhh… Ooooohhhhh…
It hit me, I rocked and bucked against her as she held me tightly, her face buried deep inside my arse crack, licking and slurping my juices as they cascaded out.
I was in trouble. I knew it.
There was silence as the couples left the room.
I lay there, bound, sore, used and violated, waiting for Master to return.
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