I obeyed, standing and bending over so my breasts hung freely in front of him.

He banded each nipple tightly, twisting and pulling them to gain maximum length. He then placed the breast harness on. He pulled it tight around the breasts then behind my head, raising my breasts high upwards and crushing them together.

‘Present your clit.'

I spread my legs wide, parting my pussy lips and rubbing my clit to arouse it.

He reached between my legs and placed the clamp tightly on my clit, leaving the chain to dangle between my legs.

The sensation makes me dance on the spot unconsciously.

‘Still'

I try to stand still, but my clit is swelling and throbbing against the clamp and I have to move.

‘On the floor, on your face, arms and legs behind you.'

I obey, laying on the floor, on my already crushed breasts, bending my knees and bringing my arms behind me.

Master quickly hogties me into position, reaching under and pulling my breasts out from under my body as I lie grunting at his feet. He stuffs a cloth into my mouth.

He spins my body around on the floor resting his toes between my legs. His toes begin to explore me, pressing in and out of my pussy lightly while he continues to read. He changes position, swapping from one leg to the other, using different toes to explore the outer regions of my pussy and arse.

I lay at his feet for many minutes, possibly an hour or more. He stands and steps over me, I have no idea where he is going, but the smell of fresh soup and warm bread soon fills the air. Master returns, he removes the gag and spoons a small amount of liquid into my mouth.

The soup is fresh from town this morning and he continues to feed me minute amounts while he eats himself. I am appreciative of the food that he gives me.

‘This is delicious Master.' I grunt between spoons.

‘I am glad you like it Sub.'

He smiles at me.

‘It is a small reward for you.'

‘For me. Thank You Master.'

‘You can thank me shortly Sub.'

I am confused but answer him.' Yes Master.'

He finished his bowl of soup and finishes feeding me.

Spinning me around again he sits on his chair.

‘I have a task for you. I want you to clinch your pussy muscles.'

‘Yes Master.'

I tighten the muscles as hard as I can, rocking on my stomach as my feet and arms strain in their binds.

‘Loosen them and tighten them harder.'

I am grunting as I loosen and tighten.

‘Harder.'

I grunt again as I feel something against my pussy. It is thin and hard and I try to grip it.

‘Grip the spoon and fuck it.'

I tighten and loosen as hard as I can, I can feel the spoon head inside me. I try hard to grip onto the handle as Master coaches me.

‘Harder,.. that's it. Harder.'

He begins to move the spoon, pressing it down in the vicinity of my G Spot as I tighten and loosen hard and fast. The sensation is building.

‘Come on, fuck it hard Sub.'

‘Ohhhhh…' I moan softly.

I close my mouth hard and tighten once more as hard as I can. The orgasm hits and I rock on the floor, arching my back and throwing my head upwards as he pressed the spoon down hard.

‘Open.'

I open my mouth, panting for breath, only to be presented with the spoon to lick.

I lick my juices from it happily as Master smiled and patted my head.

He untied me and we retired to bed. Again I was restrained by arms and legs, the harness and bands stayed on, I was gagged and blindfolded for the night.

I slept well. Tomorrow is another training day.

Day after day I am fed, used and milked.

My breasts now permanently large, bra size has increased two fold. My nipples are rock hard and protruding under the tight bands.

I produce enough milk for the household; Master uses it to drink, cook and feeds it to me in my food also.

Master is also training me to orgasm on command. Some days this happens ten or twelve times, other days only once or twice. He often sets the clocks in the house and I am to orgasm within 30 seconds of the alarm sounding. He orders me to finger myself during meals, in the garden, or anytime during the day when he is at home.

Usually I have had orgasms three or four times just before milking and the urge builds up quickly again.

I am not however permitted to orgasm without his instruction or permission.

My usual daily routine has remained unchanged now for many months. I wake, oblige Master with my body should he need it, shower and suck Master once he has released me from my night binds.

Today is no different. Master stirs, I am already awake and waiting for him. My breasts are hard and

tight, bound in the harness so that they are pressed up high and tightly together in front of me. Master fondles them, pulling and twisting my nipples hard under the tight rubber bands that constrict them at the base. He presses his body close; I can feel his hardness against my back, his breath on my neck as he continues to fondle me.

His hand moves down my body, over my stomach to my pussy he caresses my skin, pressing against my lower back with his cock. He parts my pussy lips and forces his hand between my legs. I can't open them very wide as they are tightly bound together, but he finds my clit and begins to press on it. I moan into my gag, remaining still for him to explore.

The swollen head of my clit is reacting to his touch and the rhythm of his strokes is arousing me. His cock is like a rod against my spine, pushing me over onto my breasts as he presses against me. His hand moves away, now parting my arse cheeks and probing inside me. The motion of his cock is swift; he enters me with a thrust, grabbing my breast with his hand to pull me onto him. He thrusts into me lying on his side, using my breast as a handle, squeezing it hard as he grunted inside my bowels.

He comes quickly, pushing deep inside me, squeezing my breast hard until the last of him is released.

Panting he lays on the bed beside me, stroking my back as I remain on my side, bound by arms and legs to the bed. I want to orgasm but he does not order me, so I have to think of other things to take my mind off the sensations.

He rises and releases me without speaking. We shower and I suck him to hardness again, allowing him to fuck my mouth at his pleasure, swallowing his seed when he released it to me.

He removes the bands on my nipples, roughly fondling them under the warm water to encourage blood flow. Again I am aroused and clam myself, assuming that he will order me to orgasm soon enough.

I remained naked, Master dressed and we descended downstairs.

I present into the dungeon, prepare the milking machine and kneel on the mat in the center of the room and wait for him.

He begins to prepare his breakfast, joining me in a flurry as his food cooks.

‘Quickly on the dildo chair.'

‘Yes Master.'

I move quickly to the chair, lowering my body carefully onto the dildo, gasping as it forces its way inside me. Even with the fucking this morning, the dildo still stretches me and reaches further inside me than Master does.

He restrains my legs out wide, pushing them far apart and securing the legs of the chair so that I am unable to move them. This causes me to sit upright on the dildo as my arms are pulled around the back of the chair and cuffed tight. My torso is effectively rigid, unable to move legs or arms and my arse impaled meant that I could barely move.

He hooked up the milking machine, my breasts jutting out from my chest, looking enormous as he pulled them into position.

The sensation of the machine always stimulated me. My clit would throb with the sucking sensations on my nipples, and this time was no exception. I tried to relieve myself by moving on the chair, but it was no use, I could only move millimeters and could apply no pressure on my clit at all.

Concentrating during these times was hard for me, I was not gagged, so any noises would be clearly heard by Master, and this would not please him.

After about 30 minutes, master returned to the room and checked the machine.

‘Good. Milking is over.'

‘Yes Master.' I answered him with a smile.

‘I am going to work for a few hours, you will remain on the chair.'

He left the room and returned with a glass of my milk in one hand and the inflatable dildo in the other.

‘Drink.'

I sipped from the glass as he tipped it to my mouth, staring at him in amazement; he had not punished me this way for many weeks and I thought I would be released.

‘Do I need to gag you?'

‘N..no Ma..aster.' I answered slowly, head downcast.

‘Good, we are entertaining this evening and I want you ready. Do not cum for the rest of the day Sub, you are to be horny for me tonight.'

‘Yes Master.'

He lifted my body slightly up on the chair and slid the dildo inside my pussy. It was well lubricated and after two pumps it was filled completely. He pressed my shoulders down hard, forcing both dildos deep inside me and me to gasp quietly.

He left the room, leaving me plugged and impaled on the chair; legs stretched wide, clit swollen and tense and breasts tingling still from the milking.

I tried to move, lifting my arse slightly only succeeded in shifting the dildos and increasing tension on my body. I tried to clench my vaginal muscles, but with my pussy full and legs stretched wide apart it was impossible to make any impact.

I must have dozed in the chair, waking with a start when the door banged shut. Master was home.

He came straight to the dungeon, finding me exactly as he left me, tired and cramped.

‘Good Sub.' He slid his fingers under my pussy.

‘No moisture at all, well done.'

‘Thank You Mas..Aghhhhh.'

He deflated and pulled the dildo out and pushed his fingers inside me hard and fast. Pumping them in and out of me, bumping me up and down on the remaining dildo as my juices flowed fast.

His fingers sloshed in and out of me. I bit my lip hard, controlling the overwhelming urge that was building inside me.

He withdrew his fingers and stepped back as I sat there, shuddering and panting, still jerking slightly on the chair.

He undid my restraints and helped me off the chair.

‘Sit on the bed its time to milk again.'

I obeyed him, moving gingerly to the massage bed as he attached the milking machine.

My clit was on fire, pussy juices leaking from me as the suction motion continued to drive my mind wild.

Once milking was finished Master sent me upstairs to shower, prepare my body and rest for our guests.

They would be here at 8 sharp for dinner. Just in time for my night milking.

Time passed quickly.

Master returned to the bedroom and woke me.

“Sub, Time to wake up and prepare yourself.'

Our Guests are arriving.

Continued.

Master has woken me from my rest.

We are preparing for guests. Six of his Friends are joining us for Dinner tonight.

Sub.. Go to the Bathroom, relieve yourself and return to me.'

‘Yes Master'

I scurried to the bathroom and relieved myself as instructed. I returned and stood in silence while he gave me instructions.

‘I want you in your shelf bra and matching thong. I want you in high boots, hair up.'

‘Yes Master.'

‘Present for collaring.'

I stood still as Master attached the wide leather collar. This one had many rings attached to it and prevented me from moving my head up and down.

‘Present Nipples.'

I bent over so that my breasts hang free from my chest. He placed two tight bands on each nipple, pulling and pinching them into an erect state.

‘Present Clit.'

I bent over placing my hands on the bed. Master leant down and attached the clamp on my clitoris. He tightened it as I sucked in a breath and tugged lightly on the chain to ensure it was secure.

My clit twinged under the clamp, I have not cum all day and as I am usually commanded to orgasm many times, this is frustrating me.

He pulled the chain upwards and attached it to my collar at the front.

‘Present wrists.'

I held both wrists up for him to attach the leather cuffs.

‘I want you to wear your new coat downstairs and disrobe when I instruct you.'

‘Yes Master,'

‘You are not to converse with the guests tonight, you are merely to serve them and be used.'

‘Yes Master.'

I dress as instructed, the shelf bra squeezing my breasts tightly together, pressuring the bands and my swollen nipples. Master does it up tightly, and then I slip into the beautiful lace thong, guiding it around the clit chain, the satin material resting against my clit gently.

The black heels force hips forward, tighten arse cheeks and arch back, accentuate breasts and holds head high with an air of sexiness.

Master is with guests. They smile and gesture with approval as I enter the room.

I stand beside Master, smiles at me and continue to chat with the Men.

‘Lets move to the dining room shall we?' Master announced to the guests.

‘Sub, disrobe and serve drinks please.'

‘Yes Master.'

I removed the coat and hung it on the coat rack. Some of the women murmured as they took in my outfit. The men were all smiling.

I took a tray and offer drinks to the guests. Men and Women of similar age and similar interests gathered for an evening's entertainment.

As I move from guest to guest, they are free to touch me, but not converse with me. The men touch my breasts, mostly touching my engorged nipples, giving them a tweak or a pinch. The women touch my clothing mostly, the soft sexy material and the deep plum color contrasting with the shiny black boots, reaching to my thighs. They pull at the thong back, pressing it against the clit clamp as I bend over to serve them.

One man ran his hand between my legs, pressing his thumb hard against the material of my thong as I stood beside him, serving his wife.

Master and his guests ate and drank while I served them for the meal. Hours of groping and touching were sending me into a frenzy and I was hurrying too and fro to ease the pressure.

Master signaled to me to stand beside him.

‘I see that you all have noticed my sub's breasts. I have been training her to produce milk and am proud to say that we have succeeded.'

The guests clapped and laughed.

‘I would like you all to taste her milk, she will move from chair to chair, feel free to suckle on her but don't be too greedy, I have to milk her later for you and that will be a real treat.'

He reached up and pulled my nipples out of the top of the flimsy bra. He pulled each nipple out tight and slipped the band off, rolling it in his fingers to stimulate it.

‘The chain is attached to her clit clamp, feel free to pull it if the flow is slowing, Sub will not cum without permission so she will produce plenty.'

He stood and clipped my wrists to the collar at the back of my neck. This pushed my breasts out for easier access.

I turned to the first Man, aged about fifty he opened his mouth wide and took my nipple inside. He sucked hard and I felt the milk squirt into his mouth. He recoiled with shock at the taste.

‘Mmm its not too bad..'

I then moved to his wife. She rolled the nipple and sucked it, licking at it with her tongue at the same time. This sensation went straight to my clit and I had to clench my teeth hard.

The next man pulled on the chain as he sucked hard. My clit was swollen and hard and as he tugged on it I raised up onto my toes, he sucked my nipple like a lollipop, slurping and making disgusting noises as I stood gasping from the pain and the urge to cum.

His wife was also brutal. She took my nipple, bit on it with her teeth and then sucked hard. The pain again referred to my clit, which was beginning to pulsate hard.