"Now don't get any silly ideas, little move cow. This is only temporary. You'll do some chores, I’ll remove your uniform, then you get milked again. You can't get out of that part, not when you've got such great udders."
Clara hated how Rachel could talk about her breasts like that. Still, she figured she'd be able to evade two people in a house this size. So when Rachel tossed the maid costume onto the floor, Clara scrambled to pick it up and put it on.
The material shined under the light and felt soft against her skin. It must have been silk, she decided, rather than the polyester stuff that came in with most lingerie costumes. This one might have been nice, but it was abbreviated as well. Clara would have been ashamed to wear this in any public venue, but considering how long she had gone nude, she didn’t mind this.
Except that when she faced Rachel again, the girl’s eyes glinted with a lascivious craving. “I think you owe me for this little game of pretend.”
“Owe you?” Clara squeaked. She turned around. Standing straight, with her hands tucked over her abdomen, she looked adorably cute, a sexy little fox that didn’t quite realize the effect she could have on those around her.
“That’s right. I’m going to let you wander around, free and uncaged. You’ll get to be a free range cow,” Rachel said and giggled at her own little joke. “Which means that you’re going to come over here, get down on your knees, and eat me out.”
Having done this only a few minutes before, Clara should have been comfortable with the notion, but she had been restrained then. Now she had on clothes and didn’t want to feel like a sex slave.
“Please, don’t make me.”
Rachel’s mouth rose at one side in a lopsided grin, “Does the cow really think you get a choice?” She strode closer, grabbed Clara by her hair, and forced her head back so she looked up at Rachel. “Do you?”
“No.”
“On your knees. I want you to pull my clothes down and then do a good job.” She sounded strict, like a manager who expected to be obeyed no matter what.
Remembering that Rachel could do whatever she wanted, including revoking these privileges, Clara got down on her knees. She fumbled with Rachel’s pants, but eventually managed to tug them down around her ankles. Eric’s sister stepped out of her discarded clothes and spread her legs.
Staring up at another woman sent shivers of humiliation bouncing throughout Clara’s body. She couldn’t believe she was about to do this. She had already given Rachel oral sex once. She didn’t thinks he would have to do it again.
Maybe she grew impatient, or maybe she simply luxuriated in the power she had over Clara, but Rachel grabbed tresses of the cow’s mane again then pulled her face closer. Her mouth was shoved against Rachel’s crotch. Doing anything less than her best would invite punishment, so Clara started to lick again.
She slid her tongue up and into Rachel’s pussy, working her pink appendage as far as it would go. She worked the length of Rachel’s slit, teasing the girl until she dripped with excitement.
At the same time, Rachel petted the back of Clara’s head. She stroked the girl’s neck, both to assure her own dominance, but also to reward the maid for doing such a good job. Clara might have thought of herself as straight, but she had so much potential. She wondered how long it would take for her brother to figure this out too.
Distantly, Rachel smirked and wondered if her brother would decide to keep Clara. Because the little maid had been collared, they could do it. The shock collar tied into an invisible fence around the estate. Plus, they had the blackmail material. Getting the cowgirl fired wouldn’t take much.
Her thoughts started to unravel as Rachel felt her body give in to the delicious pleasure delivered by Clara’s tongue and mouth. She worked furiously, licking and flicking her tongue in the most perfect ways possible. It didn’t matter that Clara had no previous experience. She made up for it with determined enthusiasm. Somewhere deep down, Clara must have realized that she had to submit to Rachel.
Failing to please her Master’s sister could only lead to further punishment and discipline.
A blossom of pleasure unfurled itself within Rachel. She gasped and shuddered as the rush of enjoyment pulsated from the apex of her legs all the way to the tip of her nose. “Down, girl,” she ordered.
Clara relaxed her neck muscles and rested the back of her head against the table. Her lips glistened with Rachel’s excitement even as her tongue bristled with the taste of another woman.
“Good little moo cow,” said the girl.
Having pleased Eric’s little sister, Clara was escorted back to her cage. Escorted really meant getting leashed again and forced to crawl back behind the bars. Once she had crossed the threshold, the grate came down with a clang. She was free to struggle or fight the cast iron, yet everyone involved knew perfectly well that she had no chance of escape.
Since she had been watered, fed, and milked, Clara had little choice but to settle down and rest. Sleeping on her stomach while naked and with nothing but her hands for pillows, it should have been hard to find any kind of peace of sleep.
Just the opposite happened. Her eyes fell shut, and she drifted into another deep sleep. It might have been the drug he gave her, but Clara doubted it. More likely, her body simply required more sleep. Lactating and climaxing took most of her strength.
Clara woke up to find sunlight shining into her room. She found herself behind the cage bars. This is it, she thought, considering how it had been close to two days. Before long, her time with Eric would be over. The thought thrilled and scared her at the same time.
He had her, Clara thought. When she showed up here, she thought they might have sex. She expected blowjobs and groping. It never occurred to her that anything like this could happen. She lactated whenever he made her aroused. His little sister turned her into a sex slave too, milking her and making her use her tongue like a plaything. Clara tried not to think about it, not when those memories made her flush red with embarrassment.
“Are you regretting your decisions?” Eric asked in his usually clipped manner. At work, she noticed how he always seemed so precise in the way he spoke, as though every comment had been considered and dissected a dozen times before delivery.
“What? What do you mean?”
Eric smirked with one side of his mouth. It made him look cocky and arrogant. It also made him look sexy as hell. “I mean simply that had you not lied on those forms, then you wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“Right,” she said, aiming her eyes at the floor. He had her caged. Part of her wondered if he would really let her go if she insisted on it. Of course, doing so would prompt him to inform the police of her fraud. At this point, she had endured so much; she believed she could take anything else he had for her.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Being your pet?”
“Being my cow,” he corrected. “Lactating. Getting used. Do you like it?”
“No,” she answered right away. She didn’t want to leave any doubt in his mind, yet deep down, she had to wonder.
“Does the lady protest too much?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. He seemed to read her so easily, scenting out the weakness in her comments and body language. Clara’s skin heated up another shade of red, but she didn’t answer, determined to maintain some sort of dignity. “Anyway, I was just curious.”
He strode up to the cage, unlocked the gate, and threw it open for her. Clara crawled out. Before, she might have tried to stand, but not this time. She knew perfectly well that she had been reduced to the status of an animal.
“On the bed,” he ordered.
Head down, Clara clambered across the room, and then pulled herself up and onto the sheets. She got down on her back and only then turned to watch as Eric unbuttoned his shirt, his pants, and shed those garments as though they didn’t matter. In a way, they didn’t. Although he quickly threw off every article of clothing, nudity didn’t affect him in the same way.
Clara
was the slave in this situation. Collared and trained, she didn’t get a choice about being naked. He did. That made all the difference.
“I want to play with you before our next activity.”
“Next activity?” she squeaked. It hadn’t her long to really figure out how his chemical compound worked. If she became aroused, then her pale breasts swelled with milk. She had to lactate. Play probably meant another milking.
“Yes,” he said and offered no more. His eyes smoldered with desire for her. He watched her like a hunter eager to bring down his prey. Clara swallowed as she watched his penis start to harden.
He climbed onto the bed, then onto Clara herself. He straddled her, summoning an echo of longing in her body. For the moment, she forgot all about the way he used her. For this span of time, he became nothing but a handsome man who had dominated her in ways she couldn’t help but savor.
“I’m going to make you beg. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said and nodded quickly, thinking back to their first agreement, the one where she had promised to do whatever he wished.
“You don’t. Not yet. But that’s okay,” he said and leaned down.
Their lips touched, softly at first. His mouth seemed to probe and graze hers until she felt the sparks of tickling excitement dance through her nerve endings. He braced his weight against his elbows and leaned down, his body atop hers. Eric seemed to engulf her in the weight and heat of his body. She felt herself start to respond. She hadn’t been awake long, yet the embers of erotic hunger glowed back to life.
Clara didn’t know what had changed or what he had planned for her. Distantly, she tried to maintain a hold on her higher faculties. She might need to plan or strategize, yet the taste of his mouth and the pulse of his breath seemed to swallow up those points of common sense. Little by little, she found herself surrendering to her body’s natural impulses.
He pressed down, a little harder. One hand snaked beneath her, holding her shoulder blade while his other hand pressed down on her wrist. He neither strapped nor shackled her into place, but it didn’t matter. When she writhed beneath him, it was only to savor the feel of Eric and everything he had to offer.
They kissed for seconds or minutes. Clara forgot how to read the passage of time as the warmth of his lips engulfed her completely. She didn't think about where this might lead. She didn't think about how she should feel or what she should think about how he used her and blackmailed her. Those ideas were simply too complex.
Pushing himself back up, he towered over her and stared down into her eyes. Without meaning to, where it bit her lower lip and gazed back up at him. He seemed like some medieval lord, a man of perfect control and total power.
Slowly, deliberately, Eric took her other wrist and pinned her beneath his weight. Then he leaned down and started to flick his tongue along the curves of her neck. It was a small, teasing sensation, nothing particularly epic, yet she found those strokes to being credibly powerful and more erotic than she could have ever imagined.
As quickly as it started, he moved down, alternating between kisses and licks. He worked his mouth down to the crook of her throat, then along her collarbone. Clara stared up at the ceiling, but her vision had faded. She simply can't pay attention to what she saw, not when the nerve endings in her skin cried out for her concentration.
He released her wrists and move further down the length of her body. When he got to her breasts, Clara expected him to lick and tease and suck all over again. The anticipation made her moist and wet and hot. He felt that other kind of seat start to play through her body, the one that triggered her lactation.
Eric nuzzled her breasts, one at a time. He caressed her with the tip of his nose, barely grazing her mounds with his mouth. Only then he continued to go down, further south. He got down to her pubis, only to lift himself back up and ask, "Would you like to feel my fingers down here? Would you like me to mount you again?”
Understanding words took a couple seconds longer than usual. Eventually, she comprehended. "Yes," she insisted, "yes, please. Please touch me."
"Stay right here. Do not move. If you move, we go back to the shackles. Understand?"
Clara did not understand what he wanted nor what he intended. But it didn't really matter, because he'd given her command and that she understood. "Yes, Master. I understand. I won’t move.” She kept her eyes on him, held fast by the power he exuded.
Her Master went back to one of the dreaded drawers and retrieved a piece of clothing. Clara did not move a muscle, yet you continue to watch him from the corner of her peripheral vision. Hanging from his hands, the garment looked like leather panties or some type of harness. Made from dark material, it had a series of small locks. Something cylindrical angled downward as well.
A dildo.
"Do you know what this is?" Eric asked, his eyes lit with something that made Clara squirm. He hadn't bound her, yet her muscles pushed and pressed against the invisible bonds that held her in place. Her strengths were entirely psychological but powerful nonetheless.
“No, Master,” she said, her voice low and frightened.
"It's a special kind of chastity belt. It will keep you from touching yourself, especially when you really want to."
He approached and ordered her to lift her legs. Without question, Clara obeyed, wishing she could think of some excuse not to. Like usual, nothing came to mind. He pulled the leather up around her legs, sliding it along her skin. The leather was soft and supple. It tickled a little bit.
The cylinder came up between her legs. It glistened with lubrication. Considering the excitement he had already elicited throughout her body, the dildo slipped in with no trouble. She felt the item fill her up, and Clara shut her eyes as the shadow of satisfaction rushed throughout her body.
"On your side," he ordered. Eric then proceeded to lock the size of the chastity belt. She heard each click even as she rolled over to other side. It didn't take him long to trap her in this garment.
Wearing something should have made her feel more in control the situation. After all, she'd gone more than a day absolutely naked. Well, she had been permitted to wear a collar, but as Eric put it that was simply a symbol of her status. Now her private parts were covered, so she should have felt better.
For some reason, Clara just couldn’t relax. Feeling the silicon cylinder between her legs simply made it impossible. It was as if his grip on her had just grown more powerful.
Finally, she wrecked not what made her so nervous. It was the unspoken and shielded glee in his expression. Eric looked like a man with a secret, one he wanted to hide yet that entertained him too much to conceal entirely.
"Just like your collar, this device responsive voice commands. Would you like to hear it work?" her Master wanted to know. Clara shook her head, but it was too late because Eric had already made up his mind. He climbed onto her again, pinned her by the wrists, and said in a clear voice, “On.”
It only took that one syllable for the device to come alive. It wasn't so much a dildo, she realized as a vibrator. He came to life between her legs, a steady drum of pleasure that triggered the already pent-up desire. He'd kissed her and teased her with his tongue. He had nuzzled her and made her feel small and vulnerable than most sensual way possible.
Eric had turned her into a powder keg, and now the vibrator pulsed those soft, gentle sensations against her clit. Clara bit down, hoping to shield herself from this indignity. It had been one thing to be used and touched and teased into orgasm. Having a machine do it seemed so much worse somehow.
Her Master gazed down at her, watching and joining the battle playing out along her mouth and cheeks. A war rages in her expression is Clara tried to hide the desires building and burning core of her body.
“Relax,” he ordered, and Clara tried to comply. She managed to get her muscles and joints to go limp for several seconds, but then the storm of sensations vibrating between her legs made her system lock up again.
“Relax,” h
e repeated.
“I can’t,” she exhaled, doing her best to be a good slave for her Master.
“Let me give you something else to think about then,” he said and rolled Clara onto her side. She might have struggled, but the deluge of sensation made it hard to do anything at all. He had reduced her to the state of raw impulses. Her nervous system worked overtime to process the data.
His hand came down against her butt. The leather only made it sting more. But he didn’t stop with one. He spanked her harder, again and again. He came up with a rhythm as Clara writhed and twisted in his arms. She tried to push herself free, but without thrashing or biting, she had no chance, and there was no way she would do anything like that to her Master. Right then, he owned her in totality, and she couldn’t think of misbehaving like that.
He spanked her again and again. The stinging spread until pain and pleasure slammed against her in equal measure, battering her already flustered brain. She didn’t know what to feel.
“You will behave. You belong to me.” He lowered her back down, but this time, he didn’t simply hold her in place. He grabbed up the shackles again and quickly clicked them into place around her wrists. He left her legs unbound.
When Eric hopped off of the table, he gathered up his pants and pulled them back on. Although his erect cock continued to tent his pants, Clara licked her lips and said, “Just for another day.” She had survived most of this treatment, but their agreement meant it had to come to an end eventually.
Right?
Something in his gaze made her wonder. She couldn’t read his thoughts, nor his intentions. Clara wanted to ask, but something kept her from doing so. Within a few heartbeats, it didn’t matter.
The stinging faded along with her newfound coherence. The steady, teasing, maddening vibrations between her legs dried out her mouth as she panted to keep up with her flaring desire.
“Master?”
“What is it, Clara?”
“Can I, can I come?” she stammered. She stared up at him with big, pleading eyes. She must have looked so powerless and adorable, like an animal nuzzling her owner’s feet for a treat.
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