Love & Letters

My Lactation Slave Ch. 03

Jack leaned back in his plush leather chair and pondered the events of the past four months. There was little doubt in his analytical mind that he was one of the luckiest men on earth. Now think about it; how many 32 year old men not only owned their own very profitable corporation, but could also run a side business that you both enjoyed and met very interesting people while doing it?

Then on top of all that there was Melinda, her new slave name was Big Tits however and the busty 35 year old widow was proving herself to be a most welcome addition to his household. She had answered his add on an alternate life style web site and after only a week of getting acquainted they had agreed to meet in Kansas City.

By the end of that weekend Jack knew that letting her drive away had been the hardest thing he could ever do. Not only was Melinda smart and intelligent, she was sporting a pair of 38E's that were all but bursting with milk! He had relished in her straddling his hips and holding out her heavy udders for his suckling. He used her that weekend with a passion that had taken him by surprise and she in turn had taught him how to think like the dominating male she needed and craved to be complete.

By Saturday they both knew instinctively that they were a compliment to each other and Melinda had used hints and suggestions to urge him further into his role as her controller. Three weeks later she had sold off her business and had packed her things, shipped them to his secluded rural home in the upper Midwest and signed a five year contract to be his total sex slave/human cow.

I sprayed the lubricant on the gleaming silver shaft of the side rod on the motor under the impalement stool and smiled as I used the clean cloth to spread it around. This was without a doubt my favorite piece of BDSM equipment in the loft playroom. Jack was busy working in the office across the hall but I knew that at any moment he could stop and summon me to pleasure him in whatever way he desired.

My first husband had introduced me to the world of D/s as well as lactation, However he had kept the D/s part sequestered away for weekends and getaways in spite of my many attempts to get him to make it a permanent, active part of our relationship.

I had found Jack's add on the net and more out of curiosity I had sent him a picture of me in a micro bikini thinking that he was like most guys wanting some college babe with big tits.

His response had not only surprised me, but he had shown an openness and honesty that touched me deeply. Now after a wonderful four months I was ensconced in his house hold as his love slave/cow. True enough I found the milking aspects of his lifestyle to be most humiliating. Spending 2-3 hours a day secured in a milking station while powerful pumps draw your life sustaining essence from you is both degrading and yet so very erotic.

However I learned that by accepting my role in this my body responded with a raw sexuality that to this point I had found no limits to. Every time Jack secured me into the station and disciplined my milk swollen udders before attaching the cups to my swaying jugs my orgasms hit a new high and I had to admit that I even felt more feminine and erotic.

A soft smile graced my lips as I recalled my master's eagerness to have both my areoles and outer labia pierced soon after I had arrived in his household. This was something that I had wanted for a long time and yet my first husband had considered it to be too risky, but not Jack! Even now I sported two 16 gauge silver barbells through my puffy swollen areoles and two rings through my hairless labia.

The barbells were easily removed for pumping and discipline sessions and Jack was quickly becoming a true virtuoso at wielding the crop, paddle and flogger to my pain hungry body. My master had decreed that as soon as the private BDSM club he was designing in Omaha was completed he was going to take me there and publicly collar me and place his rings of ownership in my body.