Continued from Chapter 08: Toy discovers some of the projects Master has been working on.
I wake up the next day, unsurprised to find the chastity belt once again around my waist. The lights come up softly and I pad over my computer where Master has another message waiting for me. He explains he has business elsewhere and I can have the day to myself. I have to admit there is some disappointment he won't be playing with me today, but I also did not mind having the day to myself.
I decide my first order of business for the day is to crawl back into my warm inviting bed. It's then that I notice for the first time ever, the TV is off. I look around the room for another distraction and see a book resting on the bedside table. I've never been much of a reader, but I really don't want to get out of my warm bed to play on the computer. I pick up the book and start reading.
The book starts out innocently enough, a familiar story of princess asleep for a hundred years in a castle. But that quickly turns when the prince who comes to rescue her forces her into submission and sexual servitude.
Did Master place this here to torment me? Yes. Did I read it cover to cover? Yes. Did I enjoy every minute of it? Also yes.
After a week or two, it became hard to ignore that my breasts were in fact getting larger. It was finally confirmed one day. Master had put the nipple suckers on me. We didn't do it every day anymore. Master said the length was fine, but we had to do it now occasionally for "maintenance." When he pulled them off this time, a bit of milky liquid came out.
I look on with wide-eyed surprise as the milky liquid drips from my nipple, the sight both shocking and intriguing. Master notices my reaction and smirks, his fingers tracing the droplet as it falls. "It seems your body is responding well to the treatment," he says, his voice calm and reassuring. I feel a mix of emotions: fear of the unknown, curiosity about what this means, and a twisted sense of excitement at the new level of control he has over me. He leans in, his breath warm against my skin as he whispers, "Soon, you'll be producing more, and it will all belong to me."
"What... what did you do to me?" I ask.
He steps closer, his presence commanding yet calm, and gently brushes a strand of hair from my face. "Just a bit of hormones," he explains, his voice steady and reassuring. "The nipple suckers help as well. All designed to enhance your responsiveness and prepare you for the roles I have in mind. The milk is a sign of your progress, a testament to how well you're embracing your new existence." His fingers trace the curve of my breast, and I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy with satisfaction.
As I lay there, the memory of those injections surfaces in my mind, each one administered with a calm, reassuring smile. "Birth control," he'd called them, but now the truth feels painfully obvious. My body is changing, adapting to his design, and the milk that drips from my nipples is just the beginning. I think about the way he touched me, the way he explained it all so casually, and a shiver runs down my spine. His control over me goes deeper than I ever imagined, and with this new realization, I feel both terrified and exhilarated.
He steps closer, examining the droplet of milk with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction. "It took a bit longer than I expected," he murmurs, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "But I suppose maybe it was stress." His fingers brush against my nipple, sending a shiver down my spine. "Your body is adapting beautifully," he continues, his tone reassuring yet laced with an undercurrent of control. I feel a surge of emotions as he leans in, his breath warm against my skin.
"Now you are going to be my perfect. little. toy. cow." he grins.
As the days pass, I notice more changes in my body. My hips feel wider, my curves more pronounced, and my breasts continue to swell.
My master leads me to a room I've never seen before, the air thick with anticipation. He gestures to a strange device in the center, its metal gleaming under the dim lights. "This is the next step," he says, his voice steady and commanding. He sits me down in a chair and attaches the milking machine, the suction gentle at first, but growing firmer as he adjusts the settings. I gasp as the machine begins to work, the sensation unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. The Master observes with a satisfied smile, his eyes reflecting pride in my progress. "You're doing wonderfully," he says, his tone laced with control.
As the machine continues to work its magic, my body responds in ways I never thought possible. My breasts swell even more, the nipples hardening under the pressure of the suction cups. My master watches intently, his gaze roaming over every inch of my body.
Suddenly, he reaches out and turns a dial on the machine, increasing the intensity of the suction. I cry out, unable to control the waves of pleasure coursing through me.
My body trembles as the machine works its magic, my breasts swelling to their fullest potential. My Master watches intently, his gaze reflecting his satisfaction with my response.
As the machine continues to pump, I feel myself growing increasingly aroused. My nipples are hardened peaks, aching for his touch. Master notices my growing need and smirks. He approaches me slowly, when he reaches out to touch me, I flinch, anticipating the sensation.
His fingers trace the outline of my breast, teasing the sensitive skin.
My body trembles under his touch, and I can't help but moan softly. The machine continues to work its magic, my breasts swelling larger with each passing moment.
As he watches my response, the master pulls out his phone and within seconds, the vibrations of the chastity belt start. I gasp, my body tensing up in anticipation of what's to come. The vibrations intensify, traveling through my body and straight to my core.
"You're doing so well," he whispers, his voice low and seductive.
I gasp as the vibrations intensify, traveling through my body and straight to my core. My nipples harden under the machine's steady suction, and I can't help but moan softly. The master's fingers move to my clit, teasing the sensitive nub as he watches my response. "You're mine," he growls, his eyes burning with desire. I nod, unable to form words as my body betrays me, my hips bucking against his hand. The machine continues to work its magic, my breasts swelling to their fullest potential. I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my moans growing louder. The master's fingers move faster, and I can't hold back any longer.
With a cry of pleasure, I climax, my body shuddering under the force of the orgasm. Master watches me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He reaches for his phone and turns off the vibrations of the chastity belt, leaving me to catch my breath.
As I regain my composure, the master leans down and whispers in my ear, "That was just a warm-up, toy. Now it's time for the real fun to begin."
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but feel both excited and terrified.
He removes the machine from my breasts. "Stand up," he commands, and I do as I'm told. He then unlocks the chastity belt around my waist, and I gasp as the cool air hits my overheated skin.
He takes my hand and leads me to the center of the room, where he ties my wrists to a metal pole.
"Now, let's see how well you can please me," he says, his voice dark and menacing.
The master's words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel a mix of excitement and fear coursing through my veins. I try to move my bound wrists, testing the strength of the ropes that tie me to the metal pole. They're tight, but not unbearable.
He steps back, his eyes fixed on me. I can feel his gaze raking over my body, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I tremble under his intense scrutiny, my heart pounding in my chest.
Slowly, he unbuckles his belt and lets it fall to the floor.
His erect shaft springs free, hard and ready for action. He steps closer to me, his eyes locked on mine. I can feel the heat emanating from his body, and my heart races in anticipation.
Without warning, he reaches out and grabs my bound wrists, pulling them towards him. He moves his hips forward, pressing his rigid member against my lower stomach. I gasp as the cold tip of his shaft touches my sensitive skin.
"Please, master," I whisper, my voice trembling with desire. "Take me."
He smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"You want me that badly, toy?" he asks, his voice low and seductive. He slowly pushes the tip of his shaft between my legs, teasing me with just the slightest touch. I gasp, my body trembling with desire.
"Yes, please," I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily against him. He chuckles darkly and pushes himself further inside me, stretching me open with his thick girth. I cry out in pleasure as he fills me completely, my body adapting to his size. He starts to move, slowly at first, letting me adjust to the sensation of being filled. But soon he picks up the pace, his hips slamming into mine with force.
I can feel his shaft hitting my cervix with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He reaches down and grabs my bound wrists, pulling them above my head as he pounds into me relentlessly. I moan and whimper, unable to move my arms as he uses me for his pleasure. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "You're mine, toy. All mine." His words send a surge of desire through me, and I push my hips back to meet his thrusts, craving more of him. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with my moans and his grunts. He reaches between our bodies and starts to stroke my clit, adding to the overwhelming sensation.
With each passing moment, the intensity of his movements increases. His hips slam into mine harder, faster, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I can feel myself getting closer, the familiar tingling sensation spreading through my core. Just as I think I can't take anymore, he picks up the pace even more, pushing me over the edge.
My body tenses, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan as the pleasure washes over me. He continues to thrust into me, his hips slapping against my ass with each forceful motion. I feel the warmth of his seed filling me up, marking me as his forever.
As he finally releases me, he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty and wanting more. He gently caresses my cheek, his rough hands contrasting with his tender touch.
"You're such a good toy," he whispers.
The milking machine became part of the routine. Just once a day at first, but soon it had to be at least twice a day to keep up with the rate my body was producing. Soon my need was so great, we had to move the machine into my room so that I could use it anytime I needed it. Master set it up so that the vibrations of my belt would kick in for as long as the machine was running. He said it helps with the production. I don't know if he is right about that are not, but I don't argue.
Master would come in and collect the milk every day. He never volunteered what happened to it, I never asked.
I saw less of Master than usual. He explained he had another project he was working on that was taking up most of his time. Occasionally, he would burst into my room, sometimes not even bothering to take off the chasity belt and fuck me in the ass, giving no explanation other than he needed it. I didn't question, my body had become so receptive to him, I savored even these quickies.
He was so busy these days, he had even stopped confining me to my room. One day I was enjoying this newfound freedom by lounging by the pool reading some new smut Master had added to my library. It was a particularly spicy scene and I was so totally engrossed in it I didn't notice him come into the room.
"Hi Nat," I hear. An individual is standing in front of me. I look up in shock to see who this new feminine voice belongs to. My eyes travel up her naked body to her slightly disheveled freckled face.
I'd know those lips anywhere... both the ones above and ones below...