Love & Letters

My Lactation Slave Ch. 01

By: Lancer1

I sat in front of the PC and stared in awed disbelief at the message on the screen, I had placed the ad on the adult web site less than twenty-four hours ago and already I had almost a dozen responses. I was admittedly surprised because the details of the ad specified a certain type of woman I was looking for and usually I found it a challenge to locate a woman either willing or even eager to fill my needs.

I scanned through the responses eliminating all the subjects with kids or any ex husbands; I didn't want to deal with those things in a relationship. However, I paused reading the fifth message noting that the woman was a widow and she had sent me a picture of her wearing a very brief bikini that barely contained her large, ripe breasts. The photo showed she was full figured though her bosom was noticeably full in its generosity.

A glance at her data told me she was in her early thirties and had no family in this part of the country, a possible keeper I thought. I continued through the other seven candidates and found two others that fitted the bill of what I wanted. I sat down and composed a brief E-mail instructing them to send me a second picture; this time topless in a pose that they found erotic.

I went back to the house that evening wondering just how these women would respond to my instructions, posing in a bikini or bathing suit for a stranger is one thing, topless is quite another. I ate a quite dinner that night and then sitting down at my PC I went on line to chat a bit only to discover that I had two messages waiting me in the adult web site I had placed my ad.

I opened the web page and sure enough there were two messages waiting me. I opened the first one and found it was a response from one of the women. She flat out told me she wouldn't send me any photos of her topless until we had chatted and got to know each other better. I deleted her message and opened the second to find another letter that peaked my curiosity.

Dear Sir X,

I received your request a few minutes ago and understand your desire to see what I have to offer you. I have no problem with that, however before you open the attached photos please read this first. I feel that you need to know a bit about me initially, so there will be no misconceptions about my background.

I was married for ten years to a very dominate man that I submitted to, not just as his wife; but as his submissive. He started me lactating four years ago and I have milked my breasts every day since selling the product to local milk banks for mothers that need it for their newborns.

As you will see in the photos I am into serious breast and nipple discipline, also I enjoy bondage and going about wearing just lingerie. I hope that you can understand my needs and it poses no problems for us to chat, thank you for reading this first.

Submissively,

Melinda

I blinked my eyes at the message and with trembling fingers clicked on the first picture attached to the E mail. It opened and I found myself looking at a woman bent over at the waist, wearing a waist cincher, stockings, and heels. A black leather sleeve encased her arms which were drawn behind her attached to a cable hanging from the ceiling above her.

Her lush ripe breasts hung from her chest about the size of two large flawless cantaloupes each one capped with a transparent cylinder that clung to her dark engorged nipples that were drawn into them from the suction applied. Her face was clearly visible to the camera and the raw lust and need I saw in her eyes told me she was totally enjoying her torment.

I opened the second attachment and discovered Melinda standing in front of a pine tree totally naked wearing only a set of slave cuffs and a collar. Her lush breasts were adorned with clothes pins crushing her dark nipples. Her creamy flesh was marked with bright pink lines from the switch she held in her mouth as she gazed into the camera. I saved the photos to my hard drive and started typing a letter to her as my pulse raced;