Milk maid [str8] [MMMF] [bd] [fsub]

She sat on the floor of the cell her wrists chained to the wall above her head, this had been done to stop her expressing the milk from her swollen breasts, as it was they were so full that milk seeped from her aching nipples, the fact that her hands were high put them under more pressure.In the remaining hours she looked around the damp black walls of her place of captivity and began to reflect on her situation.
The treatment had begun six months before when she had been given the prescribed drugs to take, there was no no noticeable effects to begin with apart from a small increase in size. The last week had seen a big change with her swollen breasts being heavy with milk which she had initially been allowed to express into a bowl. The piercing of her outer pussy lips had been painful but that also was three months ago now and the silver rings that now adorned them could be pulled about without any discomfort. None of the other aspects of the procedures held much mystery for her, she had seen the chamber with its construction in the middle and wide screen monitors all around the walls showing every aspect of the central restraints from every angle. She like many others had seen the channel that broadcast the whole thing to those whose kink was in this vein. She had been a little surprised that right from the moment she signed the legal waivers, effectively giving away all rights to her body, things changed so rapidly. Her clothes were taken from her and she immediately found herself in her present predicament. She was filled with a mixture of excitement and fear as the hour approached.
Her two young jailers, experienced girls that could control any thought of backing out, came for her and without speaking, released her from her chains and led her to the chamber. She entered with her huge breasts swinging independently of each other, milk beginning to dribble from both nipples. A murmur of approval came from the invited audience as she was led to the frame. She was bent over a bar at waist height and her chin rested on a bar of the same height, her thighs were strapped in individual harnesses just lifting her feet from the floor. Hands and feet were shackled to the frame. A ball gag was fixed in her mouth and so she was incapable of backing out now either verbally or physically.
One jailer picked up an anal hook and lubricated the ball end before inserting it in the girls anus, the second trainer attached the other end to the girls long hair with rough rope, a large vibrator was attached to the shaft of the hook with tape and turned on sending vibrations deep into her insides, she began to drool from the sides of the ball gag. Next elasticated cords were attached to the rings in her pussy lips and the other ends clipped to the frame, pulling wide her opening. She felt the hot breath from the jailer on her clitoris as she worked. Tubes from the milking machine were positioned on her leaking nipples as the gentle suction made them stay in position.
The jailers switched on the milking machine and backed away into the audience. The gentle pulsing gave instant relief to her engorged breast as it began to suck milk into a large container, she knew that this would become deliciously painful as the intensity and frequency of pulsing was increased.
She was unaware of the young oiled man that appeared behind her until he inserted his large cock into her inviting cunt and as the young man began to slide in and out of her in time with the milking machine pulsing, she began to orgasm, the young man increased his pace and the milking machine kept up with him. Her orgasms came rapidly one after the other until they were continuous. The young man began to cum and pulled out of her, to be replaced by a second stud who kept up the same pace. Drool was pouring from the girls mouth and cum was dripping from. Her pussy onto the floor below. When the second man had finished the jailers moved in to remove the anal hook. The ball gag was also taken out to give her chances to catch her breath. A large black man stood before her and oiled his giant member with long stokes of his hand, he disappeared around the back of her and she felt the end of his knob pushing into her ass. As his whole length went into her she gasped “fucking hell yeeeees”. All was being shown in graphic close up on the big screens around the walls. The man sated himself and his cum joined the wetness on the floor beneath her.
A jailer fixed a mask to the girl that sealed her mouth except for a tube the other end of which the raised container of milk was attached and so the girl was slowly fed her own breast milk whilst she breathed through her nose. She would be left this way for a few hours while her breasts replenished themselves and the whole process could be started again.

Screenplay Group Buy: A mother strip searched – Custom Fetish Videos

As suggested by Anatomik Media (Custom Fetish Videos), I’m starting a group buy for a recent ENF/humiliation style project. Please check out the thread at OneClickChicks (http://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=213857) if you’re interested in participating.

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Scene 1:
Setting: kitchen, a young looking boy is eating cereal while looking at his phone.
heard in the background, a woman’s voice: “He’s not going to be happy about that. Okay. Love you – have a safe flight.”
The woman comes downstairs. She’s wearing a conservative skirt that ends around mid thigh. Not too short, but not something you’d want to bend over in with straight legs. Her top is a button up blouse, white, mostly opaque though if you look closely you can see the outline of her bra. Overall, a standard outfit for an office worker or teacher.
Woman: “G’morning – almost ready to go?”
Boy: “Yeah – where’s dad?”
Mom: “Work emergency, he’s boarding the plane right now.”
Son, looking a bit annoyed and staring down at his phone: “Oh.”
mom: “No one is going to know I drove you to school. We’ll take your dad’s car and I won’t park in the teacher’s lot. It’ll be fine.”
The son, still looking sulky, shrugs his shoulders and picks up his backpack to go.

My Discipline – Part 11 (Final) [m/f] [ATM] [Light Period Stuff]

As with everything my mother found I disliked, it got incorporated into my discipline. For instance, I complained that I didn’t want leftover meatloaf for dinner. I spent that mealtime in the stocks with a large carrot up my ass. After they finished dinner she made me eat the carrot before sending me to bed. My dad didn’t care for that sort of thing so he stuck to just my flogging and spankings. But Timmy, Rob, and Dean also got a kick out of making me taste my own was. If we were playing video games, and I lost, I’d get a finger up my bottom then it would go right in my mouth. It was disgusting, but I knew I deserved it. That didn’t make me gag any less though.

The Story of J – Chapter 5

Daryl came back to the store at ten the next Friday looking for Jenni as he had promised. He pulled up behind the store looking for her car, waited for almost and hour, before reluctantly having to drive away without her. He knew she’d work well at the club. She was just the type, all sex appeal with the lack of a moral compass. The boss would give him his bonus the way he’d said he would, something big too. The club would make tons of bank having her in the stable.

Jenni was grounded for the past two weeks. She couldn’t do anything to escape her confines except to hang out at the house. The only thing she did was lay beside the pool moping the whole time and sneaking liquor from the bar just to get to sleep. Jenni was going crazy. Stuck at home, her body was aching from all the pent up sexual tension.

Friday night arrived and Jenni needed to escape. Making a desperate call to Tim and Gino, Jenni arranged to meet them on the road up behind the house after dark. She waited for quiet to descend over the house, then grabbed her knapsack, pushed open the screen to her window, and climbed out.

[MF] a suprising end to a boring day

some of you guys probably figured out what city I live in, and that’s ok. considering that people can get lost in a city of 6 million people in over 600 sq miles of land, it’s easy to not to run into people for years.

which is great when doing plenty of Craigslist meetings.

I was doing the rounds of mandatory medical things a man my age have to do and was quite frankly, I was tired of it. at the last minute my doctor ordered me to take a series of tests and to head to another doctor a few floors above him.

I groaned and I looked at my watch. 3:30. if I’m lucky, I might be out by 4:30.

no such luck. there were people way ahead of me. accepting defeat, I pulled out my laptop to keep up with the office and do a little redditing.

as I’m eventually called up, I go through a battery of tests, doing various things while doing some casual flirting with the nurses and telling them jokes. finally, I get to see my doctor. so they shuffle me away to some small room and wait. and wait.

How a date with a coworker turned into the best sex I’ve ever had. [MF]

Forgive the formatting, I’m on mobile. I’m 18, she’s 18. I’m also not a fantastic write so there’s a tldr at the bottom.

I work as a middle manager at a smaller amusement park. I can’t get too specific, but it was indoors and out max capacity was 200 people. Think of it like a pool.

I had worked there for about 9 months, and at the time this girl, we’ll call her Maddy, had just started. Maddy was tiny. At about 5’1, she wasn’t very tall but she had a very tight ass, and a pretty good size rack, maybe a C cup. I should also mention that she only wore tights, which were see through if you were as determined as I was.

We immediately hit it off. She was confident, but cautious. She was quiet initially, but then started to dance to the music while working and she became very bubbly quite quickly.

It took us about a month to get as close as we are now. We’re both confident and crack jokes all the time. The only difference is that I don’t dance and she has a tendency to fly off the handle.

Our first swinger party [MF]

First of all, not only was this our first Lifestyle party, but it was our first opportunity to socialize outside of work related and kids related events in five years. Boy were we both rusty. We are also not swinger, just swinger-curious

Driving up into the bautiful mountains of Paradise Valley, AZ really set the mood. Our first Lifestyle event was a Mansion Party at a beautiful place with incredible views which were only enhanced by a summer monsoon that was slowly creeping in adding an impressive lightning storm to the already breath taking views. The hosts did an amazing job choosing this place. I must add, they were as impressive. A very good looking couple.

My husband was wearing some nice jeans and short. I was wearing a black one piece jump suit. It was a short suit stopping just below my thigh. If I bent over my pussy would be fully displayed as I was not wearing underwear. The front was a deep V that stopped just above my naval. The only thing keeping my tits from falling out was a string that laced from the bottom of the V and stopped in the middle of my bust line.

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you…

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you…

“MRS. LEFEBVRE & I” [mF, Hypno, Teacher] (Revised; 3,700+ Words)

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1995; late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it — with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose — that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season. *And I was missing out on all of it…* I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Now, I know what you’re thinking: *What was my crime?* The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was in the hay-day of Bart Simpson; plenty of rebellious teenagers my age got suspensions because they tried the ol’ cherry bomb in a toilet gag. Well, let me tell you…