Coffee and Dessert

M+F+f+/f Humilitation, lactation, food

Preparation

You spent months, carefully administering the hormones, monitoring my diet, and You sucked on my breasts at least twice a day, sometimes more. i had to use a pump to make up for the rest of the eight, of course. You were always so careful and attentive about it all, making me describe, in full detail, everything i felt each day. Quietly reveling in each discomfort You caused me by making me do this, serenely pleased by the pleasures i gained from it.

Those sessions each day, where i cradled Your head to my breast so You can suck, i love those most of all. To have You, my Master, sucking away at me, cradled in my arms... short periods of true ecstasy. On days where i had been good, during our last suckling as i sat up in bed, You would let me fondle Your beautiful rod as You sucked. One hand on Your shaft and Your wonderful orbs, gently enjoying the feel of You, the other cradling Your beautiful head to my breast.

After some weeks, finally, the pain begins. It started at the edges of my breast, near my arm. i tell You, of course. You smile that smile, the one You get as You enjoy seeing tears run down my face. You knew this would come, of course, have been waiting for it. i know You'd looked everything up, know what You can do that would and wouldn't damage. i see that smile and know what You want, You don't even have to give the command.

i look into Your eyes, relax my face so that every flicker of emotion will come through, and raise my hands up behind my head. Your hands, those wonderful, pain giving, pleasure giving hands, reach up to my side and push. i gasp at the pain, my mouth coming slightly open and my breasts slightly forward. The pain isn't great, nothing like what You give me when You felt like dishing out real pain.... or if i ask You to hurt me. But, it is different. A new type of pain, something i have not experienced before. The pain without the pressure had a pleasantness to it, for it was part of womanhood, and i embraced it. This was different, not part of what a woman would feel, not part of the whip with which You own me, and i find i don't like it.

i do not move away from Your hands, just moan as You push and prod. my displeasure shows on my face, i make no attempt to hide it. You hate that. Some think a 'good slave' will push herself to enjoy anything a Master tells her to do, and she should... but only if You tell her to. You explained it once to me; You own me, everything i feel, and -whether i like or dislike something- You own that feeling to, and it is Your right to know what that feeling is.

It is also Your right to decide if You wish to keep doing what i don't like, to persist in Your pleasure regardless of what Your property wants, or to re-work my mind so that i do like it. i am, actually, forbidden to bring myself to like something without orders, and there are some of Your pleasures i truly do not enjoy.

Not that You use those for punishment. No, that is just to remind us both who owns my body, who controls it.

You see that i do not enjoy the pain You are giving me, i can see it in that wicked light that comes into Your eye. You have found the most sensitive spots by now, "You don't like this one, do you slut?" i shake my head, mouth held open with arousal. i may not like this pain, but that gleam in Your eye is already moistening me.

You dig Your fingertips deeply into the sorest spots. i cry out slightly, my eyes close, but i stay still. my eyes open, and see that wicked gleam stronger in You, and the cunt You own begins to drip. i thrust Your breasts out slightly for You, "Your slave does not like this, master, but it begs you not...uhu...to stop...nugh...hurt it, hurt me, Sir. Own these changes to this cunt's body....ahhh...owww...make them Yours, Sir."

You say nothing else, just push and poke for a while, then grasp a nipple and drag me to my feet. Your hand comes down, open, on the left breast, and i feel the sting flow straight down to my now dripping cunt. It was the familiar pain, how it always felt when You did this. i wait for You to ask, but You don't have to. One look in my eyes and You know.

You stick a finger in my cunt, and use that to pull me along to the bedroom. W/we get there and You let me undress You, then grab my hair and pull me into a sitting position on the bed, lay yourself down, and began to suckle. As You suckle on my tits You look at me and wink. That is O/our signal, and my aching hand goes immediately to Your wonderful penis. It is gloriously, beautifully rock-hard, and i began to massage it gently, run my hands up and down its familiar contours.

It isn't long, no more in length than that of most men, but it is huge. If i wrap my hand around it, i can only just make my long finger and thumb touch. Your hand comes up to the side of my breast, then, and i look down. Your eyes are open, staring into mine. i know what You will next do, and reflexively brace for it, but force Your slave's body to relax, to prepare to accept the full brunt of what You would give me. It only takes a moment, and You nod, then dig into the sore spots again. It hurts, all the more with You suckling on me, but i take it, and keep lightly massaging Your beautiful rod and wonderful balls, giving You pleasure as You hurt me. It is marvelous.

We stay there in bed for far longer than the normal twenty minutes. i gently massaging You, You suckling on me, while alternately caressing me and hurting me. i am careful in how i pleasure You, not bringing You to greater arousal, just giving You a little stimulating pleasure.

At length You detached from my breast. i know You have become completely aroused, and i was as well. The smell of my dripping cunt fills the room, and Your wonderful shaft pulsates with Your desire. You move swiftly but without haste, grab my ankle, brace, pull. i am slid across the bed, You grab a fistful of hair and haul me to a prone position on my back. You reached between my legs, get Your hand wet, begin to smear that on my breasts while holding the other hand for me to spit in. i do. You smear that on my breasts, repeating the whole process several times.

Once my breasts are lubed enough for You, You straddled me. i push my breasts together for You, lift my head, open my mouth as wide as i can as close to them as i can get. Your fist twines into my hair, and holds my head there, "You have pleased me, my worthless little cunt. you may wear your Master's cum to sleep in tonight."

With that You put Your hands on mine, push my palms into the sore spots. i know what You want, and push my hands in harder there, my eyes to Yours. That predator's smile comes across Your face as You hear my gasp. That grin comes in through my eyes and sends a wave of pleasure rolling down my body, down to my toes, and back up. Your hand still holds my hair up, but i manage to tilt my head slightly so i can smile sweetly as i hurt myself for You.

With that You begin to thrust, hard and fast from the beginning. When the crevasse between those sore breasts goes dry You shove Yourself into my mouth for lube. It doesn't take long, You were already close anyway, and soon Your tip pushes from between my breasts and Your warm seed sprays across my face.

You cry out as You release Your pleasure. i can feel You; the waves of Your pleasure pulsing through Your shaft between my breasts. my cunt, Yours, aches for your hand, i am almost squirting already. You look down at me as Your wonderful cum dribbles down my face. my whole body is on fire, if it were possible for me to cum without your command i would have several times already. But the command does not come.

Your eyes drill into mine, as my whole body vibrates with the need for release. Sometimes You like to hear me beg. i open my mouth slightly, some of your delicious cum falls on the tip of my tongue...so sweet. i beg with my eyes, but the words die in my throat with the slightest shake of Your head. Not this night. It is then that i realize what You have planned for this night, to visit this cruelty on me, and my pussy gushes, even knowing it won't be allowed release. BECAUSE i know i won't be allowed release.

You can smell the pussy intensify, realize i have understood. i look deep into your eyes, "Thank you, Sir, for abusing and denying me. For planning out to hurt this worthless cunt, and carrying it out."

i feel your wonderful rod harden again between my breasts. i push savagely upon them, and feel You harden even more as You realize how i hurt myself for You.

You fuck my tits again. It is even faster this time, i can feel You approaching a glorious crecendo. Your hand grips my hair even more tightly and, this time, that beautiful tip of your manhood shoves past my lips and your essence pours into my mouth.

i love to drink You, this You know. i look into your eyes, trying to say thank you. You finish spraying, but hold position. i smile around Your penis, bring a hand up to it, gently push a finger into the groove and push, getting the last of Your cum. You pull out of my mouth. "Thank you master...thank you. Thank you for feeding your worthless slave with You, and thank You for letting it milk out the last drops."

You smile at that, a warm smile... a satisfied smile. That smile glows like the sun, warms me, makes me whole. You lie back on the bed, Your manhood now flaccid. i lie up onto my side, running my hand up and down the contours of your body for a few moments. Only a few, though. Every cell in my body aches for release, but i know i can't have it, not tonight...and there is one more thing to do.

i crawl out of the bed, kneel beside it, "Master, your slave begs to be allowed into Your bed, to sleep with You and be ready for whatever use You may have for it. May it join You on the bed this night?"

Your head rolls to look at me, and you smile. W/we know the answer, You promised me something this night, but i still must ask to join You in the bed. A hand grips my hair in answer, and You haul me onto the bed, haul my head down between your legs. Your musky scent, mingled with the smell of my pussy, fills my nostrils as i open my mouth to let in your wonderful, now half-softened shaft.

Soon i will begin to lactate, and You will find out how much i produce each day. When it is enough, W/we will have some special friends over for dinner and coffee....and....you have promised me more, but haven't told me what.

You stroke my sides as i lay there with my favorite soother in my mouth; With  my pussy burning like an unquenched fire; Dripping like a leaking faucet, W/we drift off to sleep.