“Wider!”
Jenny cried out when Aisha used the heel of her shoe to poke at her knees forcing her to spread herself even wider. Her pelvis started hurting from the obscene angle she was made to adopt. “Excellent. I think that will suffice for now. You are lucky you are supple like that,” her Mistress commented. Giselle over there, she said motioning towards the maid in the corner of the room, “had to be trained to do a full split by having her ankles attached to ropes pulled by two donkeys on each side until she screamed for many hours. I think you will maybe avoid that after all. Now slowly stand off your shins and spread yourself just so that your thighs and butt rest directly on the floor. I want your feet facing upwards. That way, if I choose, I can spank the soles. Don't forget to arch your back.”
While she was being put through her paces, Jenny felt her mind drift to Ben. Her nipples and clit were now permanently on edge with the heavy gold rings and chain embedded through them. What would her husband think of her increasingly sexualized state? Jenny loved her husband, but she was increasingly coming to the conclusion that her love for Ben was more akin to that a sibling felt for her brother rather than the sexual craving of a lover. Would Ben accept her submission to their master? How would he react to her new piercings? Did he know she was still in milk?
Smack!
Jenny screamed bloody murder. The woman had smacked her viciously making her right breast jiggle and leaving a red imprint across her radiantly white flesh.
“Don't say I didn't warn you. This is the presenting position. Do it again,” the woman ordered. “Stand!”
Immediately Jenny stood almost falling off her feet in the process but managing to right herself up in the last instant.
“Now kneel in the presenting position. Good. Do it again!” She kept Jenny repeating the process a good six or seven times. The young woman quickly got tired and Madame resorted to frequently slapping her breasts to remind her to keep her back arched and her bosom prominently displayed like an offering pointing forward.
Finally Mistress Aisha took a step back to admire Jenny’s posture. “Good. I think that is enough training for now. Climb up on my desk. Assume the presenting position and remain that way. Gosh! Look at you! You're leaking milk!”
Madame suddenly said and just as Jenny was standing up to climb on the desk she roughly grabbed one breast squeezing out a thin white stream that she aimed directly into her lips. “Yum! Sweet and tasty.” Jenny gasped but caught herself before interfering with her mistress’ actions. She knew it was all a test and had set her mind to do anything this woman wanted just so long as she was later allowed to be with her Master.
“When was the last time you were milked?”
“A couple of hours ago," Jenny answered. A loud smack reverberated in the room.
“You address me as Mistress. I thought you would know by now.”
“A couple of hours ago, mistress,” Jenny replied clutching at her injured breast.
“Good. Climb on the desk assume the position and I will have the maid bring out your husband to nurse. What? He doesn’t know that you are still in milk? No? Are you embarrassed little girl? Don't be. This is nothing. You will both get used to so much more with time.
Mistress nodded at the maid who left to get her husband. Jenny was blushing violently worried about Ben's reaction. As far as her husband was concerned, she was no longer in milk, not since she had left two years ago for Africa. What would he think? What would he say? What would he think of his wife spreading herself naked, kneeling on the desk like that? It was too horrible to contemplate and he would be here any moment!
The door opened and in stepped the maid followed by Jenny’s husband. Ben was carrying a laptop under his arm and appeared to be still mulling over something when he walked in. He froze in place, his jaw dropping wide open at the sight of his beautiful Jenny spread and naked on the desk of his boss’ wife.
Jenny was mortified. Her blush covered her chest and she felt her nipples leak white droplets that fell on her thighs. She desperately wanted to wipe them, but she kept her position.
“Your wife is making a mess,” Aisha said. “Go on, clean her up. Let us not pretend any longer shall we?” Ben didn't say a word but silently placed the laptop on a chair nearby and looked apologetically at Jenny.
He brought his lips to her breast and closed his eyes as he suckled in the first warm stream of milk. Jenny’s pussy squirmed as she felt his tongue and lips coax more of the precious liquid into his mouth. Soon he was sucking like a baby brought to nurse for the first time in its life. Hungry and voracious soon he had emptied her left breast and moved on to the right.
Jenny felt her lips quiver and droplets of wetness drip from between her legs onto the lacquered surface of the desk. This did not escape Aisha’s notice and the president's wife smiled broadly imagining the different ways she would have Jenny work off the polish into the expensive wood.
Every pull of Ben's thirsty lips made Jenny want to sing with joy that much more. She was free! She no longer had to worry about displeasing her husband. He was on board! Evidently he had accepted it all! Her heart was singing songs of joy!
~
To be continued.
Taken by the Warlord
When Jason, my husband suddenly passed and left me alone to fend for myself and our three month old son, I thought the world had come to an end. Alone, nursing a small baby in the middle of a Third World country where I did not speak the language, I felt as if I had run head-on into a concrete wall.
Then they kidnapped us for ransom. Up in the high mountains, hidden away from the world, I watched people be tortured and murdered and I awaited our fate. Every night I lay awake praying for freedom and safety.
Then we were set free and I discovered that if He truly loved me, God would have never listened to my prayers.
My name is Michelle and this is my story.
Elizabeth, His Lordship’s Demure Body-Servant: Volumes 1 through 5
This is the story of Elizabeth's awakening to a life of service.
It all happened in less than one full day:
Lord Benedict made her family an offer they couldn't refuse.
She accepted to be his body-servant, not that she knew what that meant.
Then she discovered its meaning and her responsibilities.
Soon after that — she wanted more.
Laura’s Submission
This is the story of Laura’s awakening to a life of service.
It all happened like in a dream.
She met a man — strong and ruthless who would claim her from the drudgery of daily life and bring her excitement and intrigue.
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