‘Hi, I'm your skipper for the day. Anything you need, just ask me OK? ‘Ok I answer quietly as I move to the seating along the side of the boat. Master joins me as we set off out of the lagoon. The scenery is magnificent as we motor out of the clam waters towards the ocean. I am beginning to relax, lying my head back on the seat and fighting the urge to doze as we continue out to sea. The motor cuts and Master signals for me to join him on the front deck. There are sun lounges there and we take one each, the sails are up on the yacht and we quietly skip along the water. The sails shade us from the sun and provide a cool breeze as Harry serves us drinks and a tray of tropical fruit, returning to the wheel of the yacht and steer us around the islands. ‘Take your clothes off Sub.' I look at Master with a start, but begin to obey him, removing my sarong slowly. ‘I told him we would be nude, so do as I ask.' I remove the rest of my clothing; the only thing remaining is the fine chain belt around my waist, and the chain from my clamped clitoris. Master is naked also.

‘Get some sun Sub, take in the fresh air and doze if you wish, I will ensure you do not burn, and no-one will be looking at your body but me I can promise you that. 'The afternoon flew by as we sailed till sunset around the tropical islands. I slept for a few hours while Master read, and then we dressed and played about, swam off the boat in the clear cool waters and chased the dolphins that had joined us. The skipper kept the food and drinks up to us all day. Tropical delights and cool drinks. Perfect. All I needed by the end of the day was the removal of the clamp and an orgasm!

The resort came into view as the sun moved closer to the horizon. Master and I were on deck, standing with the Skipper as he steered us into the mooring. I held the boat steady as he and Master tied her off, and we went to shore. Master led me by the chain. My clitoris was numb from the clamp, but the pressure behind it was intense. The balls rubbed together inside my pussy as I scampered alongside him. I was panting to keep up and with all the erotic senses running through my body, the panting was clearly audible as we made our way up the steps to the pool deck, along the patio into the sun lounge area, further through the resort to our room. He occasionally said hello, but did not stop walking, nor did he ease the tension on my lead. I caught many glances, my white bikini still damp and see through, my pinched nipples protruding outwards as my breasts bounced along. Once in our room, I stripped and waited for Master to instruct me. ‘Sub.' ‘Yes Master.' ‘You will shower immediately and alone. Ensure you are completely shaved and bowel is empty before you return to me. You have 30 minutes.' ‘Yes Master.' I now obey him without question. Never questioning his requests, never questioning my immediate obedience. It is natural. I ran to the bathroom, reaching into my toiletry bag, I removed a small 15ml enema and inserted it into my bowels, squeezing the contents until all had been inserted. I then shaved my pussy and arse, carefully checking that every hair had been removed. I turned my pussy lips outwards, carefully shaving along the edge, bending over and shaving my arse crack and around my bud, whilst checking in the mirror that the task was completed correctly. I emptied my bowels as instructed and cleaned myself up under the shower before drying off and applying a small amount of moisturizer to my body from face to toes. I returned to the room, Master was sitting on the couch, a drink in his hand. He checked his watch as I entered. ‘Kneel on the bed, head down, arse on the side here'. I obeyed at once, kneeling on the bed while Master moved about the room. My head was on the mattress, arms stretched out above my head, my legs were on the bed except for my feet, ensuring that my arse was where he desired it.. The chain around my waist remained in place, the clamp on my clitoris dangling as I waited for Master to use me. He walked behind me and stroked my arse, my lower back and arse again. ‘Nice. You have tanned well Sub.' ‘Thank You Master.' I mumbled into the bed. Slap….'Oww'...Slap…..'Eww'…..Slap…'Ssst'….Slap…'Arhh'..Slap……..

He slapped each cheek many times, hard and quickly. The stinging sensation ripped through my already reddened skin as he spanked me hard. I struggled to maintain my position, digging my toes and fingers into the bed covering as I tried to be as still and quiet as possible for him. Trying to take my mind off the spanking I realized that it was Dinner time. I was not hungry; we had grazed all day on the boat, nibbling on various foods while sailing around the island. Eventually his torture slowed and he gently rubbed my cheeks, moving his fingers to my pussy, entering and fingering me roughly. The feeling behind my clitoris was more intense than ever. It verged on being painful but when he reached under and tugged the chain, I screamed loudly. He pulled it again, causing me to lose balance and fall onto my stomach. Master sighed loudly.

‘Legs up.' I bent both legs upwards spreading my knees wide for him as he pulled the chain again, taking up the tension on it so that I was holding my breath in anticipation of the pain. Again and again he gently pulled on the chain, eased it off and pulled it again until I was unable to stop myself from screaming out again. ‘Master…oh Master…' ‘Suck it in Sub..' Again he pulled the chain, finally holding it taut for a few seconds before adding another length of chain. He looped it around my uncuffed ankles and draped it over my shoulder as he moved to my head. My legs wobbled as he pulled the chain to a taut tension on my clit, gritting my teeth as he tugged again before speaking. ‘Open.' I opened my mouth and he tucked the chain in, followed by the scarf gag, tied tightly behind my head. ‘I am showering, do not move your legs or your clit will be pulled again, pull it and pleasure yourself and you will be punished. Understand Sub? I nodded gently. My chest heaved and pussy squirmed, as I wanted so badly to pull on it again. The agony of the hard tension on my clit was far better than the sensation of denial that I was now experiencing. Easing my head into the mattress I moaned loudly several times, slowly bringing myself down by breathing deeply and slowly. Master seemed to shower forever and my un-shackled legs ached as I fought the urge to lower them to the bed or move them in any way and pull on my clit clamp. Strangely, my legs felt less secure without the ankle cuffs and ropes tied to them, I was restraining myself now and it was hard work. Master entered the room, un-gagged me and removed the chain from my ankles. ‘Stand.' He barked at me.

I struggled to my feet as he ordered. The chain from the clit clamp dangled between my legs. He turned my shoulders around so that I was facing him, I cast my eyes down, not wishing to make eye contact with him.

‘I will not remove the clamp on your Clitoris until I believe that you deserve to orgasm. ‘Yes Master.' Master pulls the two chairs from the small dining table and places them back to back in the center of the room. He then removes the gag, blindfold, ropes and cuffs from his sports bag. ‘Good… Hmmm. Move over here and kneel on the floor. I want to try something.' Master gags me tightly with the ball gag. He places the mask over my eyes and then ties a cloth around it tightly. He also collars me which is unusual, but adds to the stimulation and anticipation of the evening ahead. He then plugs me with a large dildo, leaving my pussy empty. My eyes are large with fear under the mask, I cannot anticipate what he has planned for tonight, but as with last night, I feel it is going to be a long hard session. He pulls me to my feet and positions me kneeling on one of the chairs, facing backwards, pulling hard on my breasts so that they are hanging over the back of the chair. He cuffs my ankles and ties them to the chair legs tightly. He wraps a rope around my waist, tying it tightly to the chair, looping it around my body again and again, pulling tightly each time, forcing me to lean over the back of the chair even further. He then cuffs my wrists, attaches rope to the cuffs and pulled them behind my back, threading the rope through the cuffs he then wraps it around my arms just below the elbows, forcing them to be straight behind me. He then pulls it tight; threads back through the cuffs and downwards. He threaded the rope between my legs, before moving in front of me. He parted my pussy lips, threaded the rope through, carefully ensuring that the clamp on my clit was to one side before pulling it upwards, tying it to the top of the chair back I was dribbling and groaning into the gag by this stage, bursting with both excitement and fear, barely able to move a muscle. I can feel him walking around me. He pulls on my arms, pressing the rope into my pussy hard causing me to flinch. He checks my legs, rubbing the soles of each foot, again making me jerk on the chair. He presses on the dildo, fingering my pussy around the ropes, tugging slightly on the chain, not enough to hurt me, enough to warn me to behave… he was sending me a message, and I was determined to comply. He is in front of me, my breasts are hanging free, I begin to wonder if he has forgotten them. He caresses them both. Gently stroking them as he moves behind me again. He runs his finger under the collar; it is firmly around my neck with just enough room for his finger. I swallow hard. There are loops on each side, positioned under each ear, and I feel him clip onto them both. He pulls my head up and backwards, stretching my neck back and clipping the collar to the cuffs on my wrists. Now if my arms moved at all they pulled my head down backwards or the rope harder onto my pussy. I grunt into the gag. This was uncomfortable and painful. I move my fingers and toes, trying to move a millimeter to find comfort. I hear Master move about the room.

He is close to me again, I can smell him. He moves behind me, touching my arms and legs, stroking my neck and face as he leans my head onto his shoulder and begins to caress my breasts. He kisses my neck, my cheek, and my exposed throat as he pinches and squeezes my nipples. One hand finds my exposed wetness between my legs and explores, rubbing with his palm against the rope and dildo as I moaned again. Continuing to kiss and squeeze with one hand, he explores and rubs lightly over the clamp between my legs with the other. I jerk as the first band is flicked and removed from my nipple. Master pulls it roughly off, squeezing and twisting the blood back into the red, hard, nipple while I scream into the gag and his finger presses harder onto the clamp. The pain is electric and hot as the next band is flicked off also. Continuing to explore between my wet legs he moves the dildo in and out hard, jerking my body against the ropes that have me bound so tightly. I want to orgasm so badly, but unable to move and barely able to breathe I am denied so push the thought to the back of my head. Pain and ecstasy course through me, Master continues to pull and twist my nipples hard, stretching them out in front of me, roughly fingering my pussy, biting down on my neck, nipping at my ears, squeezing my toes and pinching my fingers as he continued to confuse my mind. He moves away, leaving me panting and groaning. My juices have saturated my inner legs and the seat of the chair. I am sweating and snorting to breathe as again I calm myself down. Master wipes me with a damp, cool cloth. He wipes my face, neck, breasts, down my back, my pussy and inner legs. He then begins to handle my breasts again. He takes the right breast in his hand and begins to knead it hard. It hurts. He starts at the base and squeezes the breast right down to the nipple. He repeats with the left one, alternating between the two until they are swollen and hurting me. He ties the rope to the base of the right breast tightly. He strains, grunts to get the tight tension on the rope and the pain is very intense for me. Once happy with the tension, he wraps the rope around the breast slowly and tightly. Oh the pain, squashing and stretching my breast under the rope as he winds it half way down the breast, tying it off hard. He slaps the nipple as he moves away, laughing to himself as I yelp. The procedure is repeated with the left breast. Slowly, tightly he wrapped and tied the rope off, my large size 40 breasts jutting outwards from my bound and contorted body.

The crack of the riding crop took me totally by surprise when it landed on the nipple of my breast. I felt my whole body jump; pain shot through me form every extremity and I screamed for mercy into the gag. Over and over he cropped my breasts, some strokes on the top, some front on and some upwards underneath so that no exposed skin was left untouched.

I tried to move, but the pain to my pussy, neck, arms and legs was intense and Master did not stop. He clearly had no consideration for my discomfort as I began to drift into the fog of my subspace. I have no idea how long he cropped me. I had lost consciousness for a few seconds. I came back to earth when a cloth wiped over my breasts again with cooling gentle effect. I was sobbing, tears streamed down my face and it felt like my breasts were being removed.

There was pressure around the nipples, not like the bands but a hard restricting pressure that I did not recognize.

It felt hot, in fact it was extremely hot as my senses came back to me and I could hear Masters voice. ‘Relax Sub, you are doing well.' Just a little longer and I will show you what I have done. I felt like my nipples were being pulled and sucked at the same time. As sensations returned I concentrated hard, my nipples were inside some sort of hot container and the pressure was so intense. Suddenly I realized that I was being milked. Some sort of device was pinching and sucking my nipples hard and I could feel them expelling small amounts of fluid. It felt like they were turning inside out. ‘Oh my god' I moaned into the gag. My breasts felt like they had grown in length, and I had no idea what Master was planning to do with them. He moved to my head and took away the mask. Blinking hard I focused on the roof of the room while he then unclipped the gag from my mouth. ‘Remain quiet sub.' Master was naked; blinking hard I made out his naked body and his hard cock as he moved away from me. I obeyed, taking deep breaths as I concentrated on the sucking devices attached to my breasts. Master then unclipped the chain from the collar rings and gently raised my head upwards to its normal position. I looked down and the sight of my breasts, purple in color, with glass funnel like objects attached suctioned over my nipples, drawing them down the glass tubing with each sucking movement. I was stunned at the sight. Master checked them before releasing the suction and removing each one from my breast, sucking my nipples himself to savor the flavor. My nipples were sensitive and protruding farther than ever before as he sucked hard on them. Again I had sensations running through my body, unable to control or stop them I bit my lip hard and breathed through my nose loudly. He went behind me, releasing the rope attached to my arms. He uncuffed them and allowed me to shake them to regain sensations before pulling them out in front of my body, pulling me so that I was now leaning over the chair with my hands on the seat of the chair in front. He also removed the rope from between my pussy lips, tugging the clit chain whilst he was there. Master moved in front of me, his cock was hard and he knelt one leg onto the chair so that it could reach my mouth. Guiding my hands to his thighs, Master knelt on the chair and fucked my mouth hard. I had no where to move as he thrust into my throat, rubbing and pinching my nipples at the same time, causing me to suck and groan harder and louder before he exploded inside me. Without hesitation Master pulled from my mouth and pushed his cock between my breasts. I squealed with the pain as he squashed them hard against it, bringing it back to life quickly and fucking my tits hard while I had nowhere to go. Again he came hard, spraying onto my face as he grunted the last of his juices onto me. He stepped away and left me. I was limp, hanging over the back of the chair, still bound by legs and stomach. His juices dripped from my face and dribbled from my mouth, sapped of enough energy to suck them back up. I had no idea where he was but could hear him behind me. The gag was replaced roughly. I braced myself. His hands were forceful and aggressive. He grabbed the dildo and thrust it inside me hard. Removing it from my arse he again thrust it into me, lurching my body hard into the back of the chair. Leaving the dildo in place he then inserted the vibrator into my pussy. Again aggressive he thrust it in and out of me, before turning it on full and pressing onto my clit clamp. I screamed into the gag and jerked about as the electrical current ran into my wet pussy hole, followed by the hard buzzing vibrator. Over and over he buzzed the clamp as I screamed inside my head for him to release it. His hands were fucking my holes hard with the objects. Over and over I was pumped in rhythm and out of rhythm, as he felt fit. I was almost insane with the need to orgasm. He pressed his fingers into my pussy hard, finally releasing the clamp to the sound of my blood-curdling scream into the gag. Thrusting his cock into my arse at the same time he rubbed and rubbed my clit as I shook with the built up pain and ecstasy, holding the orgasm at bay with all my fiber. ‘Cum Sub.. Cum for Master.' He panted. I screamed again deeply and loudly into the gag as the orgasm released into me. My juices squirted onto the chair copiously. Master fucked my arse hard as wave after electric wave washed through me. Over and over I moaned, my head hung, my toes cramped and breasts swelled with the pressure. Again he came deep inside me, collapsing onto my back as I again entered subspace. My mind was a void. Black with emptiness. My body was numb. Unable to move one sinew I remained slumped over the chair until Master removed the gag and ropes. He unbound my breasts without a whimper. He lifted me up and carried me to the bed. Laying me on my side he positioned my body for sleep and crawled in behind me. He held me all night as I slept, swollen, sore, fulfilled and obedient. Little did I realize then, but the clamp had been removed early….....at what price??

I slept soundly in Masters arms, waking to the suns rays streaming through the crack in the curtains, Master snoring lightly into my back. Today was our last; we were leaving for home later in the morning I was still sore, my pussy, breasts and clit were still tender but I lay there soaking in the sunlight before we rose for the day. Thinking back on the days that we have had here, my torture at the hands of strangers, Masters torture of me, my breasts being attached to the glass tubes and the reason for it that eluded me still. I was happy though. Master stirred. Cuddling into my back as he woke from his sleep, reaching under and over my body, cupping my breasts in his hands. ‘Morning Sub.' ‘Morning Master.' ‘We are leaving today. You will have our bags packed by ten o'clock for us to check out. I have booked us on the early flight so that we are home in good time.' ‘Yes Master.' ‘Roll over, make me hard and suck me.' I obeyed him, rolling onto my side as he moved onto his back I took his flaccid cock and began to seduce it. I kissed it gently, stroking with my fingers and cupping his ball sack with my free hand. My mouth slid over the tip and downwards until my lips reached his pubic hairs, pressing gently on the sides of his now hardening cock. My fingers tenderly kneaded his sack, gently squeezing each testicle with the rhythm of my mouth as his cock continued to quickly grow. Licking and sucking him from tip to base the pace began to quicken as his hips moved gently. My lower hand slid under his arse cheek, fingers brushing his arse hole as the thrusts became harder. Still kneading his balls, pulling the skin tight around them and letting my dribble dampen the skin. His head lifted from the pillow, grabbing my head and pushing it hard onto his crotch. My third finger found his arse and began to press as he moaned and thrust hard. He was beginning to tighten his legs, hips, balls and finally his cock tensed with the orgasm as he plunged into my throat. On cue I pressed into his arse, my finger pumping in and out, twirling around, knuckle deep inside Masters bowel. I swallowed all his juices, licking his cock clean and cleaning around his balls before looking up at him. He lay back on the pillow panting. His arms were beside his side and I went to lay my head on his chest. ‘Sit up.' I sat on the bed, facing away from him as he raised his legs in the air, pulling his knees to his chest, gripping onto them, pulling his arse high up and on display. ‘Lick my arse too.' I moved to his arse and began to lick the cheeks, kissing them and moving from left to right across both cheeks. I then knelt up, licking under his ball sack and letting my tongue find its way down his crack to the ring or his anal passage. I kissed it gently. ‘I said lick it..Now.!! I licked it hard, pushing my tongue inside the tight muscle and pressing my face hard into his arse as I slurped my juices around. ‘Finger yourself, but do not cum.' Without hesitation I pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy as my tongue searched his regions. I pressed my clit, stroking the tender point of my sex until it relaxed and I was wet, returning my fingers inside my pussy, I explored it, the pace quickening as I became more aroused. Master was moaning, I continued to lick and nibble at him, fingering my own pussy at the same time. I too was panting. ‘Stop.' I pulled away, fingers still inside my pussy as I knelt up between his legs. The sensation was wonderful, warm tingles through my body as the orgasm built. ‘Remove your fingers; you are not permitted to pleasure yourself any further without my permission. ‘Yes Master.' ‘Come, shower me and dress for breakfast.' We showered together as normal. Master was hard again and he pushed my head onto his cock immediately when we entered the shower. Water cascaded down my back as he pumped and pumped into my mouth, finally coming deep into my throat after fucking my mouth hard. After we showered, Master banded my nipples tightly before choosing my outfit. He chose my black thong and my smallest black lace bra, tight pale pink tank top and short white skirt. My bra and thong were clearly visible through my clothing; my breasts pushed into the bra, bulging out over the top of the lace, nipples pressing against the lace, protruding clearly through the light pink top. The thong too was visible. The skirt was straight, reasonably fitted over my arse and very short. I wore flat sandals and assisted Master to dress also. He wore light jeans and a polo top. At breakfast we ate quietly, Master chatting with many of the other men and women whom he had met playing golf at the resort. They all eyed me, the Men leering at my breasts, the women glaring with gritted teeth smiles on their faces. Master allowed me a hearty meal and fruit juice, followed by a hot cup of tea. He then instructed me to return to our room, pack and meet him at the reception area at 10am sharp. I had just over 30 minutes so I hurried back and packed, checking and double-checking that we had left nothing behind. I made sure to pack Masters toys separately, he liked to keep them with him on the plane, so they were all neatly packed in his sports back, covered by his books and toiletries. Master was waiting for me when I appeared with our luggage. ‘Good, you are here, we can check out now and make our way to the airport.' He waved his hand to a Porter who came and took the luggage. We then made our way to the limo waiting at the front doors. There were 2 other men waiting there, Master smiled and chatted with them for a few minutes before we all entered the vehicle. I sat next to Master, while the 2 men sat opposite us, both smiling at me, eyes fixed on my breasts and skirt, which was now exposing my black thong to them as I sat down. ‘So, this is her?' The larger one of them said to Master. ‘Yes.' He placed his hand on my knee and squeezed it. ‘This is her. This is Jenny.' I was dumbfounded. I stared at Master with my mouth open and eyes wide. What did he mean…'Her.'

‘Hello Jenny.' The man said, reaching his hand out to me. ‘Hi, ' I muttered to him. ‘Pleasure to meet you.' Said the second one, again reaching for me to shake hands. Master placed his hand on my shoulder and I shuddered. This was not going to be fun, I could feel it deep inside me. His hand was firm and my pussy was squeezing together tightly as he leaned towards me. ‘These Gents are going to help me with your development. He is a Doctor, and he is going to help you produce milk for me to drink from you.' ‘Mmmmilk…. But..' ‘Shhhh Jenny. This is my wish and you will obey me.' I nodded slowly as he reached down and lifted my top up over my head, removing it and leaving me sitting there in my small bra. ‘Present your nipples.' I closed my eyes and pulled the bra downwards, allowing my banded nipples to pop free. Both men leaned forward, looking at my nipples as if they were a piece of machinery. The smaller man pinched each of them hard, pulling them outwards as he did so and letting them snap back into place. ‘Mmm, not bad.. not bad at all.' He reached into a bag that he was carrying and produced a jar of pills. She is to take one of these twice a day, morning and night. She is to have plenty of water to drink throughout the day too. The nipples are to be stretched and kneaded three times a day, it might pay to get a machine for it as it can be tiring on the hands. ‘I might suggest that you get some nipple shields, they fit over the nipple and assist to push it outwards, although the bands are doing an excellent job, you can probably combine both techniques.' Again he rummaged in his bag. My mind was racing at a hundred thoughts a second. Machine.. milking… pills… Oh my God..!!!! ‘You will also need a pump like this one.' He produced a contraption that was long glass tubes fluted out at one end with a bulb half way down. Each open end had a hose and a hand pump attached to it with a valve between the tubes and the pump . Leaning forward he grabbed my nipple and pulled it hard. He then pulled the bands off, causing me to squeal and jump. Master frowned at me. He placed the glass tube over my nipple and pumped the pump a few times. Then he shut the valve off, gently releasing his grip. My nipple was sucked outwards quickly, trying to make its way down the tubing. The pressure was intense as he let it go, hanging from my breast, pulling and squeezing my nipple He repeated this with the other nipple, showing Master the technique and what to look for as my nipples felt like they were going to be pulled from my body. He explained that heating the tubes would make the suction and pressure even better, and with the strong hormone tablets working I should be producing milk within a week or so. He grinned at Master and told him to read the paperwork inside the bottle, as these pills had some side effects that he should know about. I was still stunned.. milk in a week… side effects… oh no.. What is happening? The car began to slow and the Doctor quickly removed the tubes. Master stuffed my nipples back into my bra and handed me my tank top to replace. We alighted from the limo as is nothing had happened. My nipples were like large bumps under my bra and protruding well out under my top. There were gasps as we passed other travelers and sat in the waiting area. My pussy was wet from all the nipple attention in the limo, but I remained sitting still and just grinned a little when I saw the wet patch on the airport seat as we stood to board the plane. Master had taken all three seats in our aisle as usual. I was to sit near the window, he would occupy the other seats, depending on what he was doing with me at the time. We settled into place, Masters bag sitting on the floor under his feet as the plane took off and we began our journey home. We were barely off the ground when he produced the gag for me. I stuffed it into my mouth as before. No one would even know it was there, that my mouth was full of sound muffling material. He leaned over to me, pulling my shoulder close so he could whisper in my ear. He placed his light jacket over my shoulders, the opening to my back so my chest area was covered. ‘Present nipples and pussy to me, do not remove any clothing, just move it so that I have access.' I reached under and slid my top up towards my shoulders, pulling the bra downwards again so that my nipples protruded. I then reached between my legs, pulling the center piece of my thong forwards and over to the right, so Master could reach from my left. Master pulled my head towards him again, leaning it on his shoulder as he reached under and twisted both nipples hard. He had the bag on his lap, removing the clamps he placed them on each nipple as I bit hard onto the material in my mouth. Tightening them hard, he then gave a tug on them, when I jumped he was happy that they were in place. Nest he removed the huge black dildo, and handed to me. ‘Insert it.' I parted my legs, lifting my hips slightly upwards against the seat belt and pushed it inside. It slid in easily, my pussy was soaking wet and eager to receive. He then produced the inflatable dildo and reached down to my arse. I unclipped my belt, raising my hips again and parting my legs wide as he pushed it inside my arse, again I bit onto the gag as the pressure from both insertions caused sensations to rise within me. My breathing was quickening, the sensations of my arse now being inflated with the air of the dildo, pressing against the huge presence inside my pussy was sending my body wild. Master leaned me back, the seat was slightly reclined and I squirmed into a comfortable position and sighed. Master suddenly pulled on the nipple chains. I jumped and squealed out with the pain, only to be held firmly in place by his hand on my crotch. ‘Stay awake Sub. You are not to doze off.' ‘Yes Master.' I panted. Holding a firm tension on the chains, he moved his free hand between my legs, pressing the dildo hard inside me, causing my back to arch as it pressed high into my body. He began to move it slowly in and out, firmly pulling on the chains at the same time. I closed my eyes and concentrated hard, knowing that he would not allow me to orgasm and that he was going to test me again on the plane. He continued to stimulate me with the dildo, sometimes gently, other times firm and quickly as I neared the edge of orgasm. My seat was wet with juices and I was barely able to sit still. He also pressed the inflated dildo into my arse, letting air out of it, fucking my arse with it and pumping it up tight again. My knees were bent up slightly as he continued to tease me, finally rubbing my clit hard as I strained not to cum. I grabbed his arm as the waves almost got through my defenses.

‘Mmmaster…' I mumbled through the cloth gag. He stopped and sat up, leaning close to my ear again. ‘Go to the toilet Sub and I will meet you there. He tucked my nipples, clamps attached inside my bra, and reached down to replace my thong between my legs. The tube and pump for the dildo he tucked tightly into the front of my thong before pulling me to my feet and letting me past him. Walking to that toilet was the longest walk of my life. The dildos banged against each other, pressing on my clit as well as I gingerly walked along. I entered the toilet and waited, after about 30 seconds there was a knock at the door. ‘Jenny, Darling are you all right.' I opened the door and Master squeezed in beside me. He sat on the toilet seat, unzipping his pants and turning me so that I was looking away from him. ‘Release your nipples.' I pulled my top up and bra down, allowing the chains to dangle freely. Master reached between my legs, pressing each of the dildos hard inside me as I groaned loudly and placed my hand over my mouth. He released the air and removed the dildo from my arse, fucking my pussy with the huge one as I balanced, bent over with my arse at his face level. He released his cock, it was hard and ready, as he guided my arse over it, pushing inside me as my head fell backwards and his hand reached for the nipple chains. He fucked me hard. First my arse then he washed and fucked my pussy as the plane took us homewards. Using the huge dildo he also plunged inside my holes, again and again bringing me to the brink of orgasm, each time pulling on the nipple chains hard, bringing my senses crashing back to earth. Finally, he again used my arse, reaching around he also fingered my clit hard, rubbing and rubbing faster and faster until I was out of control. My hand firmly over my mouth barely muffled my screams and groans. The orgasm hit me with such fury that I did not even feel the chains pulling my tortured nipples. My legs were cramped and Master filled my arse with his juices as we joined the ‘Mile High Club' with gusto. Master plugged me again. I returned to my seat quietly as Master cleaned himself and waited for a couple of minutes before returning beside me. The next hour passed in bliss as I rested and Master dozed before landing and greeting the cold, damp weather that we had escaped for just a few short days. I rode home plugged and chained. Occasionally Master would tug the chains or drive through the rough edges on the road until we crunched the tires along our driveway. He kept my full attention for the entire trip. Home at last… I was pleased to be home again. We unpacked and settled for the evening. I was naked as usual, still plugged and clamped from the flight home. Master was in his office, checking the phone messages and emails as I prepared our meal for the evening.

The house was warm, Master had the log fire burning in the main area of the house, sending the pleasant warmth throughout.

I didn't hear him behind me.

'Kneel' He shouted .

I dropped the food I was preparing with fright, falling to my knees immediately.

Master walked in front of me, presenting me one of the pills, a small glass of water and a cloth to again gag my mouth. I took the pill with the water and stuffed the gag in, still shaking from the fright of his command.

He roughly removed the clamps from my nipples, I winced with the pain, sucking air inwards as he twisted and pinched life back into them.

'Present your arse.'

I placed my head down, bringing my arse up high as he released the air from the inflatable dildo in my arse and removed the huge intrusion from my pussy.

'Stand and meet me in the dungeon.'

I stood and walked quickly to the dungeon room. Waiting on the carpet in the center of the room as always, I looked around, reminding myself of the times that I had spent in here before our holiday.

Master entered behind me.

'Over to the chair and sit.'

Gingerly I walked to the chair, the huge dildo permanently fixed in the center of it was an awesome sight. I turned and gently sat down, impaling the dildo into my arse. I was already stretched from the earlier dildo, but this stretched me even more.

I placed my arms on the arm of the chair, legs up into the frames; knees bent and rested my head back.

Master strapped my arms and legs tightly. He spread my legs open wide with the frame adjustments, locking them into place.

Taking my right breast in his hand he began to knead it. Pulling hard from the base to the nipple he pressed, squeezed and pulled my breasts until they were bright red and swollen. He banded my nipples tightly, finally applying the breast harness tighter than ever before around each breast and over my head, so that my breasts were bound tightly at the base and squashed together, held high up by the harness around my neck.

The dildo was firm and hard. Every movement sent sensations through my body as Master moved and pushed my body around, causing me to pivot on my intruder.

My pussy was wet and excited.

He left the room but returned after only a moment. Master produced a large block of ice and sat it directly under my pussy opening. I immediately raised my body upwards, straining against the arm and leg restraints, moving on the dildo inside my arse, before having to lower onto the ice.

He left the room again without a word.

My pussy was on fire, the ice pressing directly onto my clit as I raised and lowered myself time and time again. Moaning

and groaning loudly I continued to bounce, effectively fucking my arse with the dildo whilst teasing my clit with the ice block.

The orgasm was building fast. I tried to concentrate but it was hopeless. My pussy juices were running out of me, my arse was stimulated and my breasts were large and engorged.

Slowly the waves hit me, building with pressure as the ice pressed harder against my clit, releasing as I raised my hips and turned the focus to my arse. It seemed to take forever for the orgasm to finish. No sooner had I released one, but the ice sent me plunging into another and another, exhausting me and blurring my mind as sensations of pain, pleasure and discomfort crashed together.

Eventually the ice began to melt, the cold water from it trickling down my arse cheeks and onto the floor below the chair.

I was numb, still stimulated by the ever-present ice and dildo, I began to feel the intense pressure of my breasts as they darkened in color and swelled before my eyes.

I have no idea how long he was gone. He returned when the ice was nothing more than a dampened patch on the chair. My head slumped back onto the chair, arms and legs limp, breasts almost purple in color. He began to knead my breasts again, pulling my head and body slightly forward as he roughly squeezed them from base to the nipple.

He seemed to concentrate on the nipples for a long time, pulling and pressing them in a milking motion. Again I writhed on the seat, pussy awake again and dildo rigid inside me.

He knelt before me, taking each nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on it, biting and nibbling on the tip of the nipple as he stimulated my pussy with his fingers. He drove three fingers deep inside me, again causing my impaled arse to rise and fall with his thrusts.

He sucked each nipple hard, fucking my pussy with his fingers, grunting with each thrust, piston like movements of my body up and down on the chair. I could only pant hard, grunting and moaning loudly into the gag, concentrating my mind on my body and the sensations cursing through me.

Finally he stopped and stood.

He reached for my chin, removed the gag and presented his cock to me. I leaned my head back against the chair as he fucked my mouth. Totally restrained and unable to move, I could do no more than open my mouth and throat and let him have his way with it.

He leant into me, his knees pressed hard between my legs, against my frozen pussy, arms holding onto the top of the chair above my head as he pumped my face hard and fast, finally exploding inside me with a massive shudder.

Master released me slowly from the chair. He helped me stand, the breast harness tight around my neck still as he assisted me from the room and up stairs to the bedroom.

He laid me on the bed in my usual position. On my left side, facing away from him, he fastened my cuffs and secured my arms and legs to the posts of the bed. He gagged me and placed the sleep mask over my eyes.

My breasts remained tightly tied in the harness. Master showered before joining me on the bed. Lying on his side, propped by his elbow he stroked my body from shoulder to hip.

'I have commenced your hormone treatment Sub.'

I nod.

'There are side effects that you should be aware of even though you have no choice in the matter.'

I nod again.

'You may gain some weight. I will monitor this carefully and adjust your diet accordingly.'

'Mmm. I mumbled'

'Your breasts will increase in size. This pleases me, even though they are a good size at the moment, a little larger will not be a problem.'

I nod.

'There is increased risk of pregnancy. Therefore I will no longer cum in your pussy, I will use your arse and mouth for this purpose. I do not wish to have children Sub, and you will not bear any.

I mumble into the gag again.

'Once you are producing milk, I will use it solely for the purpose of our cooking and drinking. I will maintain the volume that you produce by medication and regular visits to our doctor friend who happens to live in the city.'

Again I nod my head. I have little say in the matter, but am pleased that he is sharing this information with me.

'Your menstrual cycle will be closely monitored also, if you become too heavy during that time, the medication may be changed.'

I sigh into the gag. The realization that I am purely an object for the pleasure of my Master is clearer every day that I am here.

I will never leave, this is my life, and my duty and I will serve him forever.

We sleep soundly. I wake when he stirs. The realization that my breasts are swollen and hard frightens me, but pleases Master. He pulls me back towards him in the bed and rubs each breast roughly.

'Good. Progressing nicely.'

He sucks the nipples again hard. They grow under the pressure of his sucking, I can feel the intense pulling on them from deep inside the breast. We rise from the bed, Master removing my restraints and the breast harness allowing them to hang freely while we shower. As is the normal process of our day, I suck him, emptying his pleasure into my mouth and wash his body. He pays special attention to my breasts, massaging them under the warm water. We dress and make our way downstairs. He allows me some breakfast, before I take my pill and serve him his meal. He then bands my nipples and orders me to kneel beside him.

'I am going into town today, you will remain here.'

'Yes Master.'

'Sub, I wish for you to be in the dungeon, on the chair when I return. You are to be gagged, your legs strapped in and arms cuffed together behind your neck. The easiest pair of handcuffs that I have is hanging on the top of the chair; you can lock each wrist to them when you are in place. There is a timer attached to them, this will tell me exactly to the second how long your wrists have been cuffed, so you would be well advised to cuff them once you have completed all my other instructions.'

'Yes Master.'