The machine continues to work its magic, my breasts swelling to their fullest potential. I gasp, my body tensing up in anticipation of what’s to come. Xnx The milking machine became part of the routine. His control over me goes deeper than I ever imagined, and with this new realization, I feel both terrified and exhilarated. I try to move my bound wrists, testing the strength of the ropes that tie me to the metal pole. “Yes, please,” I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily against him. It was a particularly spicy scene and I was so totally engrossed in it I didn’t notice him come into the room. Yes. both the ones above and ones below… The Master observes with a satisfied smile, his eyes reflecting pride in my progress.




















