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Ella’s Initiation: 3
Read more: Ella’s Initiation: 3‘In the eyes of the club, our family relationship doesn’t make any difference,’ said my father. ‘You’ve got a sweet, fuckable body, and I’ve got a load of cum with your name on it.’ I flushed to hear such crudity from him. It felt so taboo for him to even be thinking about this, and…
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The Bimbo Wedding: 4
Read more: The Bimbo Wedding: 4I stopped breathing as Darren casually pulled the top of the dress down, exposing my breasts in the silly push-up bra. He started to squeeze and fondle my breasts, before pulling them right out of my bra. It felt so strange to be touched so intimately by a stranger who I didn’t even like, but…
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Molly’s Cage: 16
Read more: Molly’s Cage: 16‘Good girl,’ said my boss. He stroked my cheek while I fixed my gaze firmly downwards with embarrassment. Fuck, this was awful. I was a cow. I was his milking cow. ‘We’ll keep you in the breast pump for at least half an hour. To encourage milk production. I don’t expect much today though. But…
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The Lucky Girl: 2
Read more: The Lucky Girl: 2‘Any milk yet?’ my Master asked, squeezing my breast hard so that my eyes widened. ‘A little, Sir,’ I said, flushing with embarrassment, although I wasn’t sure if it was embarrassment at failing him or embarrassment at his planned future use of me as a milk cow. ‘We’ll double your dose,’ he said, sounding bored.…
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The Bimbo Wedding: 3
Read more: The Bimbo Wedding: 3‘We’re going to put all of you lovely bimbos to the test,’ Brad said. ‘The blokes helped me write the questions.’ He sniggered, then sat down laughing fully out loud, clearly unable to control himself. ‘You’re all going to show us what dumb, brainless cows you are.’
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Ella’s Initiation: 2
Read more: Ella’s Initiation: 2I turned helplessly to look at him. To look at my father. ‘But what am I supposed to do?’ I asked pettishly. ‘I gave them my real name. It’s not my fault they… It’s not my fault they matched me with you. What am I supposed to do?’ My father chuckled, an easy laugh that…
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Molly’s Cage: 15
Read more: Molly’s Cage: 15‘Ask me to milk you.’ My boss’ voice was implacable. ‘I can’t,’ I wailed. It was too embarrassing. I couldn’t understand why I was letting him do this to me. ‘Don’t be coy,’ Mr Hunter said flatly. ‘Say. ‘Please milk me, Mr Hunter’.’
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The Lucky Girl: 1
Read more: The Lucky Girl: 1Master chose me because of my breasts. Of course, he doesn’t call them ‘breasts’. He calls them my ‘udders’ and he expects me to do the same… Mary yearns to submit so she chooses to participate in an erotic enslavement reality show
