Lactation Fun

Lactation fun

It had taken more than six months since I had given her the order to start producing milk. She hadn’t hesitated and was excited with her new task and from that point on had given herself fully to it. Today she was reaping the fruits of it as she came walking upstairs.

"Sir, look!"

There was an excited smile on my princess’ face, one of those smiles that seem to go from ear to ear. It was early morning and I had just started working. She wore her white dressing gown, which had fallen open and the sides of her perky tits were showing. She typically wore only a dressing gown when home, so that part didn’t surprise me, also the fact that it was open was not anything new, there was not a lot of room for modesty in our household. In her hand she was carrying a small breast pump. In the past months, I had seen the pump a lot as she was using it on her breasts every couple of hours, or whenever she had the opportunity and the kids were not in sight.

"I got a squirt out, Sir. Are you proud of me?"

She held the breast pump in from of me. Inside the cup of the breast pump was a squirt of milk.

"Very much so, my princess".

She is my princess and I was proud.

My princess and I have been together for over 3 years and she is my 24/7 slave. Basically she does as she told without losing being a human-being as well.  It was her free choice to become my slave. I didn’t force or blackmail her. It was her free choice to come live with me and serve me, in a good way. Think of our relationship of how relationships used to be before the 1960ies. I am the head of the house hold and she is making sure things happen the way I like them.  She serves me and dedicates her life to pleasing me. In return, I care for her and  train and educate her in how I like to see things being done and what makes me happy. This arrangement had worked well for us and makes us both happy. The word slave comes more from the BDSM scene and often seems appropriate and is now viewed by her as an honorary title. For me, she is my most precious possession.  So when I told my slave that I wanted her to lactate, she did as she was told and gave it her full 100% to make that happen. And that brings us to today, where my slave told me that she had managed to express milk from her breasts after six months of hard work.

My princess has small breasts by nature. Even now I would say they are a small B at the most. My princess doesn’t like her boobs, even though I think they look fine. For a while, she has been asking about having breasts implants and although I am not against them, I didn’t see the immediate need. The danger of the operation combined with the fact that you have to be careful with them was a disadvantage for me. For her it was important though. My princess has three children and has breastfed all of them. One day, she told me that during her pregnancy, her breasts grew huge in. That triggered my interest and I remembered that to be used again someday.  I remember, it was a Monday when I ordered her to start working to produce breast milk again. I had been reading about how to do it and what it took to get breast milk flowing again. Basically it was a lot of stimulating with optionally some herbs and pills. It said it would take a long time and boy, they weren’t joking about that. Even after all the reading and all the preparation, it still seemed like it took forever.

We had been long looking forward to this day, the day that her breasts would start lactating. It had been a long path of using the breast pump several times a day. On some days, I would suck her breasts, but most of the time she had been using the breast pump at lost moments during the day. Sometimes in front of the tv, sometimes in the car, sometimes in bed. It didn't matter, if there was a gap, we had tried to use it to stimulate the milk. We had some fun with it as well, like have her stimulate at strange places, have her masturbate will expressing, having her pump in public. It broke the boredom a bit, but it was still a long tedious process. However finally on this day, it was paying off, and we were seeing the first squirt of milk that had been forced from her tits.

I took the breast pump from her. The side of the cup contains a small amount of milk, less than a thimble and semi-transparent in color. Slowly I brought the cup to my mouth and stuck my tongue inside the cup and licked up the milk. It was still kind of tasteless, which was expected to be honest. as well as that over time it would get sweeter.

"Yumm, now go make me some more", I said jokingly as I handed the pump back to her.

"Oh Sir, I will. This girl is so happy"

We both were. For a while we had been thinking and fantasizing of what we could do once she started lactating and now it seems it would be reality soon.

Soon turned out to be a little longer than we had expected. To be exact, it took another month before we had the first decent flow of milk. It was a month of fun though as in that period, the breast pump was no longer necessary as I used every opportunity, appropriate or semi-appropriate to suckle on her breast and drink the milk. It was rewarding a rewarding time because there was a clear progression now. Every day a little more milk filled my mouth. Every day her breasts feeling a little bit harder when the milk was ready. The milk was getting sweeter now as well, which was nice. In this period, I would only let her wear clothes that would allow easy access to her breasts, like shirts with a wide neck. This way I had fast access, independent of where we were or who was around. We made quite a game of it in this period, trying to sneak in a quick suck where ever we could. There were some touchy moments where we almost got caught. One time that I remember was that we were in a shopping mall together, shopping for some clothes. As my princess was trying on a new sweater, I pulled down her shirt and bra and started sucking.  At that moment two women must have walked into same aisle but from behind her. Since I was sucking her breast, I couldn’t see behind her. It wasn’t until I heard that talking that I quickly stopped and looked up. They were looking at the rack, not more than 10 feet away, but weren’t looking in our direction, so I assume they never saw anything as there were no glares in our direction. I enjoy things like that, so it only encouraged me to suck on them more where we could be caught.

After that month, the milk started to come in regularly and it was time to bring in some structure. Her body had gotten the message and it now started to produce milk in full speed. Now the fun really began.

The first procedure was one for the mornings.  By now, her breasts were starting to hurt in the morning after not having been relieved for hours. So each morning, when you woke up, I made her beg to suck her breasts. It was just a ritual to be honest as there was no way I was going to say no as we needed to express the milk. I guess the alternative was that she had to use a pump, like she did on days I was out of town.  I decided to add the ritual to the end of all the usual morning rituals that we had, knowing that the pain would give her some extra incentive to give yourself a 110%. So first the mental part of your recital to me, where you tell me you love and will obey me and are my slave. Next is the physical part where you lick my ass, suck my cock and I release some of my piss directly inside her mouth to relieve some of the pressure of my bladder, the fact that it is often nasty and concentrated was just a nice extra humiliating bonus. Typically I would fuck her face and have her suck me until I came or had to go. That is the part of the ritual that I changed. Quite enjoyable, but we had more important issues to deal with now. So new now, after some more sucking, I would tell her to climb on top of me and stick my cock inside her. Then while she is riding my cock slowly, I sucked the milk gently from her nipples. The volume had increased significantly by this point and the combination of my cock inside her and the letdown of the milk in my mouth was enough stimulation for her that she was typically begging to orgasm by the time I had emptied one breast and started to drink from the other one. At that time, I would make her count to 60 and saying each time something embarrassing like ‘thank you Master for milking your cow’. Only after that she was allowed to orgasm. Typically she was almost screaming by the time she reached 60 and would explode literally on top of my cock. The milk was flowing very fast during her orgasm. It sure was a nice way to wake up.

Just the morning ritual in combination with me sucking the milk at other parts of the day was enough to relieve the pressure for the first weeks, but after a week, she produced more milk that I wanted to drink directly and so we started expressing the milk into containers. The breast pump came back and was now used in the evening to relieve the pressure of the milk left over after a full day. The milk produced was enough to make me a protein shake the next day.

This is pretty much were we kept it. In the morning I drank it all, or at least most of it. During the day, we used her milk for coffee, or I would just drink it when I felt like it and in the evening we saved it for the protein shake. Whatever we had left during the day, we saved up for special occasions. And there were loads of special occasions.

The first special occasion was when I told her to make pancakes, mummy’s pancakes to be exact, made from her breast milk. I had her express and safe enough milk that we could make a nice pancake mix by Sunday. And on that Sunday, we enjoyed some of the most exciting pancakes that I had eaten in my life. The idea that your body was feeding me was enough to keep my cock hard during breakfast. It didn’t hurt either that I had her suck my cock while I was eating. This was total ownership. Her body was feeding me, not like a cannibal although the fact that we had forced her breast milk had given it a brutal aspect, but by producing as source as nutrition for me. Eating the pancakes for the first time made me realize how proud I was of her. She had mutilated herself and was going through a lot of pain, just so she could feed me and please me. It was a good day and since that time, we seem to eat pancakes quite regularly.

The next thing I tried was oatmeal cookies. I remember coming to her and telling her that I fancied some cookies. She understood right away what I meant, since typically I don’t eat oatmeal cookies. That same evening, we had our first batch of them. I tried one and they tasted like regular cookies, which is what I was hoping for, because I had every intention to share them with others.  That next morning, I brought in fresh cookies to the office. There weren’t that many and they were gone in no time. Seeing my co-workers, both male and female eat the cookies was quite exciting to me, especially since they had no idea about the special ingredient.  I know, not very nice, I never claimed I was and there was nothing wrong with them and contained very little fat. From that point on, I brought in some fresh baked cookies, on a regular basis. My co-workers were not the only ones who got to enjoy them. Her co-workers, almost all young females, got to eat them as well. I had her take pictures of them eating it and made her masturbate looking at the pictures and telling me about it. We also always made sure we had cookies ready whenever we had guests over or went somewhere to visit. Oatmeal cookies were now pretty much what people expected when they saw us and some were even asking for them. We kept silent about the baking procedure, although some of our friends were from the lifestyle and we did tell them so it was no surprise for them when we told them what was in the cookies. That didn’t stop them from eating the cookies; I actually think it made them all take seconds.

It is amazing how many recipes take milk and home-cooking become quite a frequent ritual at our house as we had everyday milk to work with.

In the lifestyle, we had become quite an attraction. Your growing and lactating tits had certainly not gone unnoticed. Some clubs acted all protective and treated it as a bio-hazard (yeah really), but some other clubs didn’t care at all. Needless to say, we went more to those that didn’t care.  Lactating breasts brought some great new scenarios for humiliation. The first time was where I had you pump in the club itself, sitting in Nadu, on top of a vibrator. A couple of orgasms later and several cups of milk filled, you had quite an audience. We shared the milk with others, with made you blush, but I assume proud as well. It certainly made me proud.

The next time in the club, people recognized us and asked me if you would pump again. They never talked to you, which we both enjoyed. I answered yes and told them to be patient. On purpose, we hadn’t milked you too much that day, so your breasts were overloaded. That night, I put you on stage and tight your tits with a rope. The pressure caused your tits to start dripping all over your body and I invited two pet girls to lick it off your body. One girl eagerly complied, the other needed some encouragement of her owner, but pretty soon, two female tongues were licking the milk of your body. It wasn’t long before they had caught up with the milk that had dripped out of your tits and were now waiting for more milk to come out of you. The ropes had really served their purpose at that point and I invited the girls to just drink it directly from you. One could hear the excitement in the crowd as I said that, and there were some cheers of excitement when the girls complied at the request. It made a very exciting visual and later we took some more pictures with the same girls.

Talking about great visuals, the fact that your boobs had grown massive now didn’t hurt the overall image. The corsets now looked obscene with a cleavage that would made any men get hard when you walked by and any women jealous. We had to adjust your clothing as well as some of the tight clothing could now not be worn anymore without looking like a hooker. Sometimes that was the look we were going for, so that didn’t hurt, but at other times, some more decency was appropriate. However, the fact that I could dress you in clothes that literally looked like the buttons of your blouse would burst was quite enjoyable when walking into casual clubs and restaurants and caused many stairs from men and many shy blushes from your side. Oh the humanity.

That was not the only humiliating moment though. Having your breast leak at various moments, like when a baby was crying or when you got turned on, something that I abused with great pleasure. Especially when I knew you weren’t prepared for it. The idea of you having to cover the wet spots in your shirt in a store was enough to put a big smile on my face and that wasn’t the only big thing that was the result of that. At work, they thought you had a boob job, as only some knew what was going on. You know had to wear pads in your bra, making them even bigger. *big grin*

One of my most special memories was when we got the new puppy. It didn’t take long before we got the puppy to suckle the milk from your breast as well. Talk about amazing pictures. One of them is now hanging in our dungeon. It certainly created a nice bond with the puppy and it grew up to be a nice strong dog.

Overall, I think the lactation was one of the better things we have done. We still enjoy the result of it on a daily basis in a variety of ways and hope to do so for a long time.