My Lactation Slave

I managed to get my bag inside the front door and lock it behind me then with a low moan I unzipped the dress letting it fall to the floor as I stepped out of it and all but dashed to the bathroom. I untied the rope from behind my back and tugged it away from my soft creamy skin allowing the dildo to slip from my soaking pussy. I had lost count of how many times I had come on the way home and I needed to relieve myself desperately.

I reached between my legs and eased the plug from my ass dropping it into the bathroom lavatory then sat down and with a sigh of bliss let my bladder void. It had been a definite struggle to focus on the drive back to Tulsa because the vivid images of what had transpired in Kansas City kept coming back to my mind.

I knew that Jack had taken photos of us and of me with Jeff and he had promised to send me a set of them in a few days. Not that I needed them to remember the way Jack made me feel as a woman. It had taken every ounce of resolve I possessed to slip behind the wheel of my MR-2 then have him lean down and kiss me before I drove away not looking back. Tom only seemed like a brief memory now in light of Jack's dominance and I knew that life would never again be the same for me.

I flushed the toilet and moved back into the hallway and seeing the bag in the living room picked it up to carry it to the bedroom. I unzipped the bag and turning it over dumped the contents out on the deep red satin duvet and frowned seeing the two DVDs. I had taken only one with me, what was the second? I dropped the bag on the floor and picking up the second case I read the label, it was in Jack's familiar handwriting.

For my Beloved Melinda- Please watch this -Sir J.

I spun on my heel all but falling on my ass as I hurried to my PC and turning it on inserted the DVD into the drive slot. I anxiously waited; my heart pounding as I wondered what could be on it. I took a slow calming breath knowing that I had pushed Jack at times over the weekend and that didn't bode well for a woman to do that to an alpha male.

The screen finally came up and I found myself looking at an index of sorts. I selected photos and in seconds a slide show of our weekend was flashing on the screen. I blushed and gasped seeing the open lust and raw desire in my eyes and the way I so shamelessly flaunted my body for Jack's pleasure. I was indeed a total cock hungry whore, there could be no doubt seeing the way I rode Jeff's black shaft as Jack used a flyswatter on my bound tits.

There were over fifty photos in the file and I sat there in stunned awe wondering how Jack had managed to take so many without my being aware of it. I returned to the menu and opened the next file to find it contained a virtual reality tour of Jack's house and property. I sat on the couch and took in every detail of his well appointed home and the way it was laid out.

I realized that a woman could go about his house totally naked without fear of being seen outside. The rows of tall pine trees around the property assured privacy and the gazebo and finished barn made my nipples ache thinking of the possibilities a couple could share. I shook my head in sadness wondering why Jack would send me this. He hadn't mentioned anything to me about another rendezvous.

I closed the file and opened the next one to blink my eyes in total bewilderment, it was a video file. I waited as it downloaded then Jack's smiling face came on the screen. I found myself reaching out to touch the screen wanting desperately to feel his hands on me one more time. I saw his eyes glitter as he spoke;

" It's Sunday morning about three AM and you're asleep in the other room. By now you're back in Tulsa probably wondering what the future holds for us. To be totally honest I have never felt about any woman the way I feel about you Melinda. On one hand you scare the hell out of me because of the way you seem to have no inhibitions and on the other I want you so desperately that I ache.

Having admitted that, you probably are thinking that I'm not the type of man you want or need as either a Dom or a master. If that's the case then I'll understand if you toss this in the trash and I never hear from you again. However, if you think that I'm what you want and need in a man then please proceed to watch this and comply with the instructions I am laying out.

First, you told me that you have several people that have indicated they would be interested in purchasing your business. I would like you to negotiate with them, get the best price for the store and sell out. You should be able to do that in under a month. Second, once the deal is made ship all of your B&D furniture here by motor freight. The address is in the contract file you will read later. Thirdly, you will move all financial funds to a new account here at my bank so you have funds available when you arrive. Lastly, you will contact me only when you have complied with the first two conditions and let me know when you will arrive. I will give you your final instructions at that time for the trip.

I would advise that you read over the Slave contract in the next file and make sure you understand it completely. I will accept E mail questions should you have any before you sign it and E-mail it to me.

I sat there in a mixture or awe and anxiety as I replayed the video watching Jack's face as he reiterated his message. I swallowed hard as I realized that Jack was actually offering me a position in his house as a sex slave, or was he? I exited the video and accessed the contract file, my heart pounding in my breasts.

I slowly took my time reading over the details of the five year contract. I agreed to be Jack's exclusive property for that time period. He would provide proper shelter, clothing, food and medical care in exchange for my total obedience as his bovine slave. He would routinely remove my product from my udders and dispose of it as he desired. He would also restrain and discipline me as he saw fit and breed me on a regular basis. I would be required to dress as he desired and service anyone he instructed me to.

I paused reading the last clause of the contract; "The originator of this contract may at any time modify the contract to either increase or decrease the time span herein and the conditions of said contract with the approval of the signee."

It was almost a week before I heard from Melinda; she called me on my cell and begged me to return her call informing me she needed my assistance in her transition. I called her back that evening and she sounded so relieved to hear my voice, "Thank God you called back Sir. I desperately need your help in order to comply with your wishes."

I smiled hearing her voice again, damn I had missed her! "What's up Melinda?"

"Sir I have found a buyer for my business. However I also am an exclusive dealer for a manufacturer of custom breast bridles and harnesses used for breast suspension. It's a very small part of my operation, but it's strictly on line. May I have your permission to retain it and keep it operational after I move in with you?"

I heard the concern in her voice and I asked, "Is your supplier a local person?"

"No Sir it's a couple in New Mexico that make these to order. I have sold several in the past few months; they are quite expensive but very erotic and unique." She replied. I pondered her request for several moments then she interjected, "I would be happy to model one for you on cam Sir. That way you can see for yourself how they look and function."

I smiled hearing the eagerness in her voice, she was happy to let me see her lush body and get a possible orgasm out of the deal. I chuckled and declared, "No Melinda that won't be necessary. You have my permission to keep that part of your business, any idea how soon you'll be leaving Tulsa?"

Her voice was filled with remorse as she confessed, "No Sir I don't. The lawyers are drawing up the paperwork now and as soon as they are signed, the bank will issue me a check which I will put in my account up there. Please Sir would you allow your unworthy whore to have an orgasm for you, please? I haven't had one since I arrived back here and-"

I blinked my eyes and demanded, "You mean you've been just pumping out your udders twice a day and that's all?"

"Of course Master, I am in training to become your slave. My body belongs to you and all you gave me permission to do was pump out my milk."

I took a slow easy breath and with a satisfied grin instructed her, "Melinda, listen to me very carefully. You are allowed to have orgasms when you pump out your tits, but only then, understand?"

I could tell she was crying as she gushed, "Oh Master J thank you for your kindness, how may I repay you? Please tell me."

I smiled and replied, "You may repay this kindness by wearing your titilizers to the store every day for the rest of the week under your clothes. Leave them off at night, but after you pump out each morning they go on till you milk again."

Her voice was low and filled with resignation, "Yes Master J. My nipples will be quite sore after doing this for three days. May I use udder balm on them?"

"Yes you may and send me a picture of you milking each day as well."

"Oh gladly Sir." She gushed eagerly.

Jack's permission to come was such a god send, I had been getting quite bitchy without the daily release of tension from sex and that evening I had three magnificent orgasms in a row as my big E's were pumped dry. I also hated to admit it but just hearing his clear crisp voice ordering me to send him pictures by e mail had sent my pulse racing. I felt like a child at Christmas waiting for morning to come knowing that I had set in motion events that would change my life forever.

I spent the following weekend remodeling the far end stall in the barn for Melinda's arrival. A very close friend of mine was a welder and when I showed him what I wanted made he assured me he would have it fabricated in one day and then I went to work ordering all the parts needed to make my machine functional.

Up to this point having my own human cow/slave had been a fantasy but now Melinda was actually making it happen and I was determined to go for broke and get all I could out of her commitment. I worked all day Sunday adjusting and testing out the air powered pistons and controls that operated the commercial type goat milking machine and the motor that drove the optional ribbed dildo.

Everything had to be perfect for my new slave's arrival. I set up the hidden digital video cameras and microphones to record her ordeal and tested them out to make sure everything was in readiness. I finished late Sunday evening and paused in the open stall door looking at the polished walnut paneling that not only lined the walls but hid the cameras from her view.

The milking stantion stood on a solid polished oak platform waiting Melinda's lush body under the focused flood lights that would allow the cameras to clearly view her ripe engorged udders as they hung under her as she rested on the soft foam covered framework. Her lush creamy breasts would hang between four leather covered metal half circles that when the trigger was touched would close around the base of each cantaloupe sized milk bag and hold her firmly in place.

Her knees would rest in soft gel filled pads that were located about 16 inches apart giving me total access to either her hairless pussy or delectable ass hole. An adjustable chin rest was swiveled out of the way that could be locked in position with a tube gage allowing me free access to her mouth for fucking her face if I so desired.

The adjustable pumps were a commercial grade with multiple setting ranging from very gentle stimulation to levels that would have her screaming in agony in mere seconds. I was very curious to discover just how much she could handle and had an idea she was going to surprise me. Her sweet nectar would be drained into a sterile environment below her in a rapid cooling system where her milk would be strained and stored in a reusable bottle. I smiled as I shut down the lights and moved to the house. Things were going to be very interesting very soon.

I took a slow easy breath as I looked at the cell phone on the counter then glanced about my almost empty apartment. I had lived here since shortly after Tom had died and now it was all part of my past. Once I placed this call to Jack I was no longer my own person, the prospect of what I was doing hit me full force and I felt my body shaking as I accepted the fact that I wanted Jack more than anything else in this world. He was my very life and I had to go to him to be complete.

Everything was packed except my bag of toys that rested on the counter before me. I only had to leave the keys on the counter, pick up the bag and pull the door closed behind me after I called Jack. I swallowed hard and picking up the phone flipped it open and hit the speed dial for his cell. It rang twice before his rich baritone voice spoke, "Hello there Wench!"

I grinned and sighed, "Greetings Sir. I am calling you to inform you that I am leaving Tulsa now."

I heard him clear his throat and he replied, "Not just yet, there are instructions for you first."

I shivered wondering what he had in mind but closing my eyes I sighed, "Of course Sir how may I please you?"

He chuckled and inquired, "Did the package I sent you arrive yet?"

I bit my lower lip as I realized what was coming, oh god was I up to this? I swallowed again and whispered, "Yes Sir, it arrived yesterday by Fed-Ex."

"Did you open it?"

"Yes Sir I did."

"Have you tried them out yet?"

"No Sir I didn't have your permission to."I reminded him.

"Very well I want you to insert the egg into your pussy after you insert your biggest butt plug in your sweet ass hole, understand?" he commanded. A shiver coursed through my body hearing his orders; damn this was going to be one hell of a trip!

I discovered that no matter how much I tried I couldn't find a way to sit in my Toyota that was totally comfortable. The tapered plug in my backside let me know it was there and only the low frequency hum of the vibrating egg in my hairless pussy offset the discomfort. That combined with the titilizers that were snug around the base of my freshly pumped out nipples was posing a definite diversion to my driving skills.

However Jack's instructions were quite clear. Unless it posed a safety factor I was to leave all three devices in place and keep a running total of how many orgasms I had enroot to his house. I was grateful that I had fueled my MR-2 and again packed my cooler with goodies because I wasn't sure I could handle going into a diner to eat and maintain my composure. Not to mention the fact I was wearing the dress that Jack had bought me with only a garter-belt, stockings, and heels on under it. Every guy in the place would be staring and I was so horny that I might be tempted to do something foolish. On top of that the steadily falling rain would turn the dress transparent in mere seconds.

I set the cruise control at two miles over the legal limit and turned on the radio to distract myself from the pleasure building in my lower passage. This was not the first time I had done this but never on my way to start a new life as a sex slave.

I watched the weather channel and frowned seeing the line of heavy rain showers between Tulsa and my place. I knew that asking Melinda to be on task in good driving conditions was one thing, but in severe weather it was quite another. I picked up the phone and punched in her number, her safety was more important than my pleasure.

I recognized the number on the display instantly and smiled. I knew Jack so well and I reached over and turned off the phone, I didn't have time to argue with him about this tasking he had assigned to me. I had to do this, not just for him but for myself. I had to show him that as his slave I would do whatever it took to prove to him I was worthy of his possession.

The concern turned to frustration after the third attempt to contact her in a ten minute time frame. The message said her phone was shut off and I left her a voice message instructing her to cancel the tasking, I had come too far to risk this special lady. I found it difficult to imagine not having her there to cuddle with and to converse with after a hard day designing a new project. I waited another hour then called again and this time the call went through. Even over the headset I could hear the rain hitting the top of her sports car as she greeted me, "Hello Sir."

"Where are you?" I demanded anxiously as she chuckled and replied, "Just south of the border in Missouri. The rain has slacked off quite a bit in the last hundred miles or so. I pulled over under an overpass in KC and waited for a few minutes till it slacked off. I had a wonderful orgasm while I waited. I should be there in about three and a half hours. Is it raining there?"

"As a matter of fact the sun is shining. Are you sure you're able to continue the tasking, I sent you a message earlier-"I insisted.

Her voice was soft and tender as she replied, "Oh I know you did and it was sweet of you Master being concerned about me. However, you must understand that I must show you that I truly want to be yours. A little rain and thunder isn't going to stop me now. Please Master let me continue, you may punish me as you see fit once I arrive."

I smiled and retorted, "Very well wench how many orgasms have you had so far?"

She moaned and confessed, "Sixteen is in view now Sir, this egg is only on low and it's got me juicing like a Florida orange. I had to put a towel on the seat to soak up my juices, I'm not sure I can handle the high setting.

I laughed and retorted, "Very well by the way I have chosen you a new slave name, so get used to being called Big Tits."

I heard her giggle as she gasped, "Oh dear, Yes Master Big Tits is eager to let you milk her any time you desire. Shall I call you when I leave the main highway just south of your house?"

"Yes. Big Tits."

"Thank you for your concern Master. Big Tits is grateful for your kindness."

I flipped the phone closed and smiled in happiness; Jack had no way of knowing just how happy he had made me by giving me a totally new slave identity. I was no longer Melinda Graham; I was Master Jack's slave Big Tits! My nipples tingled in anticipation knowing that I would be disciplined for ignoring his phone calls but that paled in comparison to the pleasure I felt in my pussy as the road sign told me I had only another 200 miles to go.

Her phone call came quicker than I expected and I surmised that she had hedged the speed limit a little in her eagerness to arrive. I felt a sense of relief as she told me she was passing through Clearfield and had about three miles to go. I instructed her to park her car in the barn and that there was an envelope under the wiper of my Solstice for her.

She giggled and replied, "I think it safe to say that life with you will never be boring Master Jack."

I slowed down and eased the Toyota around the corner of the driveway through the gate and up the incline towards the large multilevel house that matched the pictures Jack had sent me. Even as I topped the rise I saw the barn surrounded by trees in the distance and wheeled the low-slung, two seater into the empty stall beside Jack's Pontiac. I shut off the engine and just sat for several long moments as I looked about the barn.

It wasn't at all what I imagined, everything was neat and tidy. The concrete floor was painted a dark gray and the walls were finished in sheetrock and painted a pale white. Commercial type fluorescent lights ran the length of the center section of the barn and I opened the door to ease my cramped form out of the seat. I unplugged the eggs power chord from the dash and tucked the battery control pack in my pocket as I stood.