III - THE COMMITMENT
He watched her hold his now flaccid cock quietly in her mouth and his
hands slid back to her breasts. He began to massage them, careful to leave her
nipples untouched.
"Don't suck," he ordered.
She looked up at him, her lips still clasped around his penis, until he said,
"Don't worry, you will be taken care of. I just like the way you look with my
cock in your mouth." He massaged her breasts for a few more minutes then he
slowly pulled his now semi-erect penis from her lips.
"Kneel up, please."
She straightened up. "Lean forward and place your hands on either side
of my legs," he commanded. She did so, her face close almost level with his and
her breasts hanging in front of him. He began to expertly knead and massage her
breasts as they dangled in front of him. His eyes no longer sought her face but
remained focused on her tits as he worked at them.
Months before he had ordered her to begin milking herself. She had
toiled, relentlessly milking her own breasts on a regular basis to foster milk
in them for this. She sighed at the touch of this man's hands and fingers on her
tits, feeling them urge her teats to produce milk. The sensation of his hands
milking her breasts rather than her own was making her lightheaded. She
concentrated on milk, gallons of flowing milk, building behind her swollen
nipples. His steady massaging of her breasts went on and she continued to
imagine her nipples dripping with fresh sweet milk for him.
He began to pull on her nipples and aureoles and she moaned again in
pleasure and anticipatory agony. His slight gasp caused her to look down at his
busy fingers. "Yes!" he exclaimed as tiny pale droplets appeared at the ends of
her teats. He daubed his fingers in the tiny wetness and he began rubbing them
together to ascertain the consistency. She watched as he raised a wet finger to
his lips and tasted it, in deep concentration as he worked the tiny bit of fluid
in his mouth much like a wine connoisseur.
His fingers returned to her breasts and continued to milk her teats, causing
the thin new milk to slowly form small droplets on her now elongated nipples.
The man smiled as the warm fluid finally dripped off and made a tiny splatter on
his stomach.
She moaned helplessly, her clitoris swelling and throbbing as the man
took his pleasure with her breasts and nipples. He chuckled at her discomfort
but did not stop his handling of her breasts.
The abruptly he ceased milking her and pushed her from him to the floor.
She looked anxiously up at his face, her sexual arousal throbbing in her body
and mind, hoping to see a clue as to his next desire. He sat up and gazed at her
kneeling in front of him, her nipples capped with tiny droplets of milk, her
eyes wild with lust he had commanded and caused.
"Hmmmm..you like being milked?" he asked her. She nodded tentatively,
not wanting to speak until he gave her permission.
"Does it make you horny? Make you want to suck and fuck for me?"
She nodded again, flushing.
"How would you like to be milked all the time? Every day? Regularly,
say, about every two to three hours?" he queried.
Her excited state prompted her response and she nodded vigorously. He
smiled and said, "I can arrange it."
She looked at him curiously, knowing that he had a full-time job and
could not be available to use her as he was describing. He grinned at her and
said, "I can handle it and all you have to do is to surrender to me
completely...you do want to do that don't you?"
She nodded again. The months they had spent talking on line and the
phone had convinced her that this man was the man for her. He would accept no
foolishness nor did he present himself as a man who believed in equality. She
herself was intrigued by the old fashioned concepts of men's relationships with
women and thought the idea of women being in service to and cared for by men
luxurious and appealing. She imagined that if women were to be taken care of by
men, in return it should be easy enough for them to happily be subservient in
all matters, and this was very exciting and suited her submissiveness. She was
tired of the corporate rat race and the necessity of long hours and social
pressures to perform in a world that she truly felt she had no real place in.
This man's offer to care for her in return for her obeying him and making
herself available to him in all fashions was what she had envisioned as the
perfect relationship.
His face became serious as he asked again if she would completely submit
to him. She again nodded and felt the excitement grow as she fantasized him
coming in from work and peeling back her peignoir and then lovingly suckling and
milking her breasts, eventually lying her down to mount her and make love to
her.
The third repetition of his query puzzled her but she again nodded. He
grinned and rose, proceeding to a nearby bureau and extracting some papers and a
small cassette recorder. He came back and re-seated himself, arranging the
papers on the seat next to him so she could see them. This would be the deciding
point for him; he had to see if she would place her self in his command with no
objection.
" You may speak now as we complete this transaction," he said giving her
teats a quick tug and tweak.
"Oh...um...I do not know quite what to say..you are wonderful!" she
managed to get out. He nodded and offered her the pen and gestured toward the
papers.
"What are these?" she asked, taking the pen from him.
"Just an agreement. A contract, if you will. A legal contract that
commits you and your body to my disposal and command for two years. If you sign
it there is no turning back! It is a commitment to be mine and to obey my
wishes, to become my property for that amount of time, literally and
figuratively so to speak. At the end of two years if we both find the
relationship satisfactory we will execute a longer contract," he told her while
tugging and pinching her nipples in the most delightful way. She began to pant
lightly again, his fingers urging her to new heights of arousal. She leaned
forward to sign the paper, but also, perhaps, to give him better access to her
breasts and nipples.
She imagined the papers were a type of prenuptial agreement. They had
shared many hours discussing many things besides sex. They seemed to be very
compatible and to have a sincere liking for each other. She thought the talk of
a long term contract a bit premature but she did not want this man to think she
was a gold digging wench so she quickly signed in the space he indicated. As she
signed he made a very soft sound of pleasure. He stopped his manipulation of her
nipples and flipped the cassette player on to record.
"Do you consider yourself my property?" he asked her forcefully,
indicating that she answer him aloud.
"Yes, I do. I want to be your property, I am your property!" she
answered joyfully seeing the satisfaction in his eyes at her reply.
"Are you willing to do whatever I command regarding my pleasure in
sexual matters, my dear, regardless of the nature of the request?"
"Yes, I want to please you."
"Do you realize you have committed yourself in writing to just that, to
do as I ask with no argument?"
"Yes, I do."
"Do you realize that you are now my slave to do with as I see fit?"
"Yes, I do."
"Don't forget that. You shall speak from now on only when given
permission to do so, understand? I will tell you what my plans are for you and
you will acquiesce to them. I am very pleased, you will make a fine slave. Your
actions have been most pleasing and I hope they remain so."
He reached down and began to milk her breasts again and while doing so
thrust his leg up between her thighs. As he worked her teats he ground his leg
against her cunt and she pushed right back onto him, eagerly. He managed to
extract a few more droplets of milk. "Yessssss, you're gonna be a good milker,
"he murmured. As she heard him commenting on what a good milker she would be she
began to cum heavily, rubbing her cunt mercilessly on his leg though the
sensation was not extremely satisfying.
He continued to pull her nipples as she ground her cunt onto his leg,
seeking the apex of her orgasm. She panted loudly as wave after wave of pleasure
engulfed her. His nimble fingers urged her on and her face flushed as he
crooned, "Good girl, cum for me, show your Master how well you can cum, wet my
leg with your juice."
The orgasmic spasms began to subside and she moaned slightly still
thrusting gently against his leg. His hands continued to milk her teats
relentlessly. She whimpered and he pulled her nipples with even more vigor as he
continued to work her breasts.
"This will help get your milk supply started dear. You will always be
milked until you are completely dry. I know it's tedious, but necessary at this
point. You're going to be my milk cow you know."
She grimaced inwardly and nodded, wondering at the term "milk cow" as
his fingers pulled her orgasm sensitive teats. He smiled at her obvious
discomfort and dropped her nipples. She sighed with relief. He bent and reached
under the loveseat and extracted a small pump with milking attachments. He
quickly fastened these to her nipples and flicked the pump on.
"Oh!" she yelped as the pump began to steadily apply strong suction to
her teats. This was no warm hands rhythmically pulling but a steady pulsing
suction, strong and hard, applied via black rubber cups attached to her nipples.
Surprisingly the man took her nose firmly in his fingers and twisted it a bit,
hurting her. "No speech!" he barked.
He then pulled hard on her nose guiding her to an all fours position and
sat back to watch her be milked by his cruel machine. She looked at him,
frightened at his rough handling, and he smiled smugly at her, his eyes
gleaming. This was no way for a male to treat his new lover and property! She
felt humiliated and terribly exposed as he sat and watched her being machine
milked. He reached over and began to stroke her back gently, intending to clam
her.
"You are my property?"
She nodded as his touch succeeded at reassuring her. "Good girl. You
are my property. You are going to be my cow. You know what a man does when he
has a cow?" She nodded shakily as the insistent cups pulled her nipples.
"Milks her, right?" the man prompted. She nodded vigorously. "Yes, milks
her regularly. Cows give lots of milk don't they?" the man said. She nodded
again.
"You don't have much milk though do you?"
She shook her head slowly, ashamed of her lack of milk. She knew her
ability to produce milk was very important to this man.
"I am going to fix that you know. There will be no objections to my
methods either," he said.
She shook her head violently. She greatly wanted to please this man, to
be his subject.
"You may not like how I remedy the situation, but then you are a cow,
only a cow, and my cow on top of that. As your Master and owner I will get you
with milk any way I please."
She nodded and quivered at his emphasis on the word 'owner' as the suction
began to re-arouse her. He took her by the nose again and led her out as far as
the hoses on the suction cups would allow. She was exposed on all sides now, no
longer afforded the slight security of the loveseat. He squatted next to her.
"Let's check out my cow now."
He pulled her head up her nose and leaned down to examine her mouth. He
pulled it open and was pleased to see that her teeth were in good condition and
well maintained. As he examined them she blushed furiously, unable to turn her
head from his firm grip on her nose. The man chuckled and proceeded to closely
examine her features. He liked the way she looked with her mouth wide open and
ready to take a cock.
"My cow won't need food all the time, sometimes she will eat nothing but
cum, if she's good," he mused as his free hand felt her neck and shoulders.
Still holding her head up with her nose, he moved around her body. He bent to
see her cunt gaping, opening and closing due to the arousal of the continuous
suction at her teats. He fingered it, feeling it clasp onto his digit. He
grinned, thinking of what he had in mind for his 'cow'. "You have a good cunt,"
he commented.
He reached over and flicked the pump off and dropped her nose commanding
her to remain where she was. He fetched a collar with a small bell and fastened
it about her neck. He attached a thin rope to it and tied her to the leg of the
loveseat, leaving plenty of slack. She obediently remained still, quivering
from sexual tension and the humiliation of being collared and belled like an
animal. She watched as he strode across the room and picked up the phone. He
quickly dialed a number.
