The Club
Chapter 8 - Milking
An hour later, I was lying exhausted on the bed. My room was now just an arrangement of different sex furniture and kept locked at all times from prying eyes. It was time for my main milking session. There was always one session a day that was more ritualized than others. Mr. Savage announced he had something new he wanted to try and put my leash on taking me to his room. A new contraption was now in the place of where one of his bookcases had been. He gave me a guided tour of it explaining it was something that he and Frank had been working on together.
“You are placed here up on the table for easy viewing. Some foam for your lovely knees for a little comfort. This pole here has a strap for your waist to minimize your movement. This strap here is for your head my darling. These here restrain your legs and hands. You are held firmly in the kneeling position, firmly because of this.” He had pointed out each feature carefully and clearly was enjoying my increasing state of arousal at each feature.
“I am sure this caught your eye. While your breasts are pumped, this machine here, a compact fucking machine, will fuck your tight little cunt and can also fuck your ass; it has this handy double penetration arm. It also has an attachment for a wand. So I can be at my desk here working, or on the bed relaxing and the machine can do its work. With the possible added benefit, milk production is supposed to increase if you are being fucked while pumped. I wanted to experiment with it. And even if it isn't increased, I still find the image pleasing. The thought of being on the bed reading a book while you are being milked and fucked for my pleasure, I have had it in my head since Frank described his design and finally it is installed. You have no idea how much I have looked forward to this my little bitch. There is a stool here, the perfect height for anyone to come and fuck your mouth while you are restrained. The milk produced goes over here and then I can simply refrigerate it. You can see I have a medium dildo to try you out with. Please go ahead and get up. I am eager to see you being fucked, my love.” I obeyed and climbed up.
Tired as I was, I was so excited to try this out and please him. He fingered me and then pushed his fingers coated in my juices into my mouth. "It seems you are very anxious to try it out, that pleases me greatly my lovely little whore." He kissed me hard. I was his and at moments like this, I could never imagine leaving him. He hadn't asked me to stay. I think he would want it to be my choice. But as I grew to know him, I felt he would reward me in his own way if I did choose to stay.
I climbed on the table. I was almost giddy with excitement. He strapped me in tightly. When he was done, I could barely move. I couldn't see what he was doing behind me. He lined the machine up. It started slow. It was big. It felt huge, obscenely huge. I felt it pulling on my lips. He trailed his fingers along my stomach. He increased the speed to something I was sure I wouldn't be able to handle for long. "We have a big fucking machine downstairs we are going to put you on soon. Think about that too while this stretches your little cunt. That machine downstairs is going to fuck you so hard you will pee all over yourself; you won't be able to control yourself. And we will do it over and over again. You might even pass out at some point. I am going to push your limits, my sweet girl. Your body will be so addicted to the sensations it feels. You will beg your Master to do these things to you. Beg me now to milk you, sweet girl. Beg me to milk you and fuck your mouth like a little cow and a whore. Do it for me." He had stripped his clothes off and greased my breasts ready for the pumps. I needed to be milked, I was ready. I wanted it. And I wanted his cock in my mouth. I wasn’t used to begging. I still found it hard. It was like one last wall breaking down, although at the same time, somehow I knew there would be more. "Oh god yes, Sir, please, please milk your little cow, please," tears were coming down my cheeks; I could already feel an orgasm building, a powerful one. He attached the pumps and set it on high. I almost immediately started seeing my milk traveling up the tubes and being collected in front of me. The tremendous suction on breasts arousing me, it hurt but it also felt so good. I looked him in the eyes. "Please take my breath, push your cock down my throat, I belong to you Master. I am nothing without you..." And with that, he couldn't hold back anymore and pushed his cock all the way down cutting off my breath and holding it there. My body shook, I came. He thrust in and out, it was heaven. Quietly Mr. and Mrs. Black came in. They stood back. Respecting the moment but admiring it too. I came again. Not long after my Master fed me his cum. I swallowed every drop, it was like ambrosia to me, sacred, powerful, and I never got enough.
He stood there a little while, and then signaled to Mr. Black that he could move in. Mrs. Black was given a tour of the machine’s capabilities while her husband fucked my mouth. She wanted to see how the wand attachment worked. Mr. Savage happily obliged. They got several more orgasms out of me. He decided to leave me there, snapping a few pictures of me. “Frank will love these. He will be very pleased how it all came out. We will have to have him over so he can see it all for himself. I will be back for you in twenty minutes Pet." He kissed my forehead as did the others. The dildo was inside me and my pussy was contracting against it. I was in heaven.
