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On The Right Side of Depravity

By: HisPossessed



The ache in my breasts had become unbearable, so I finally grew bold enough to ask you one night in bed, my Master, if I could start to use a breast pump to cause myself to produce milk. You had told me previously that when the time was right you would let me know, but now I was expressing to you that I was ready and wanted it badly. It seemed that nothing would satisfy the arousal I had come to feel in that erogenous part but to have something tangible to release; I felt I could not wait anymore to enjoy the full potential of those parts of me that had become precious to both of us. It was beautiful the way my small breasts fit your hands perfectly, like I was made to be Yours, but to me, the huge lust inside did not fit the flesh containing it. 

I did not know what you would say and prepared myself to trust you when you refused my request. It would be a commitment and a change to the body you Owned, after all. I could hardly believe it when you told me that if it increased my pleasure in my body then you demanded I begin. I was so excited I lifted my head from your chest and kissed you all over your face, whispering thanks over and over. Your hands slipped under the covers to press me down against your erection that grew as we kissed deeply.

That is how we were when we met again, almost three months later. Not a day had gone by that I did not fantasize about my true Owner, with special vivid intensity when I devoted myself to the task of stimulating my breasts. The two sessions had become my favorite parts of the day. In the morning I would lie in bed and linger in dreams of you while massaging my tits before reaching to the night stand for the breast pump. I had ordered an expensive, serious looking device because I wanted one designed to actually draw out milk. The strong suction turned me on instantly and intensely. It left my breasts slightly swollen and aroused for hours afterwards. 

In the evening, I repeated this and would stroke myself all over, settling on my clit that was aching and slick by that point in my practice. Each night I had multiple orgasms, which I described to you in detail the next day. The best nights were ones when I could phone you while using the pump and you would talk to me while I masturbated, telling me of all the deviant delights you had planned for our next visit. You talked about my milky breast as if it were already a reality and then one day it was. I noticed the first drops of liquid on the plastic of the cups the next morning and made sure to lengthen the sessions. My bras no longer fit me and I reveled in the discomfort.

We were just in the door of Our hotel room. They always put us in the same room these days—on the top floor in the corner. It is like our own tower. I love that room. It's large enough to feel a little luxurious, but also intimate and dark with its one small window, situated perfectly by the table with the mirror behind it where you bend me over to take my punishments and see myself submit to you.

You pulled me on top of you and we kissed with our whole bodies alive and caressing constantly, seeking maximum contact. Your tongue was so delectable I salivated into your sweet hot mouth. I shamelessly crushed my clit into your hard cock, liking the friction created by our clothes. Your trousers were nicely rough on my bare legs and your T shirt was soft and humid with sweat, which was making me crazy. The dress I still wore was satin under the crumpled lace outer layers and I slid inside it as I lost myself in the mad passion of making out with my big brother. When I began to moan in that way you know so well, you gently rolled me onto my back to subdue me; I had made you promise not to let me cum right away. I had missed your body so much I knew I would be on the brink of orgasm from the moment I laid eyes on your beautiful face at the station. 

Your hands are always steady and assured, but I was still impressed at the flawless way you pulled the zipper down my side and unhooked my bra. It should have made me jealous, how stylishly you get a girl out of her clothes. I held my breath and withstood your appraisal because this was the first time you'd seen my lactating tits. It was just like you, though, not to register any opinion of my body on your face. You are kind and polite and the warm look of possession on your face did not waver. When you looked back to my eyes, you smiled a little because of the way I watch you. You lowered your face to my breast and your hard, sucking kiss around my nipple was as I remembered it. It was in the milky kiss we shared afterwards that you let me know the excitement you felt. You pressed the tip of your tongue into mine to impress on me you liked the change. I responded by wrapping my legs around you and you knew I should be tied down.

I always hate the moment you withdraw from me to get the ropes, but I love to watch you move to get them and to see you return with the black rope to bind me. The feeling is like the regret of leaving a warm bath to find the pleasure of shivering on my own two feet into a new day filled with possibility. I lay there, passive to anything you wanted, because that is where I can breathe, free of anything that is not my real nature. The way you walk... I recognize it on a deep familial level as the only man who Owns me, the only one I have ever truly seen. I should have looked more carefully for you, but I could not have found you sooner than I did. Then, you returned to me.

While you were tying my hands to the iron headboard, you teased that you thought I was aroused enough that you could fist me and that you would reward me with that for being such a good slut sister. I responded by moaning and squirming at the thought of it and you continued to suck my breasts until they were half full, to soothe them, but not completely. You drank from one and kneaded the other to let it make a mess on my chest.

When I was tied down and mostly milked, you positioned yourself between my legs and fingered my cunt, starting deliberately slowly with one finger, as if starting at the very beginning of such training. It was sweetly frustrating because I can take two of your fingers without pain, but you were showing me that you were in control of me, enjoying your Dominance. You gradually sped up your motion, hooking your finger against the front of my vagina until I was too close to cumming right then, so you stopped to tie my legs.

You tied the ropes around my thighs like garters and attached the ropes also to the headboard, pulling my knees up and apart....

You were binding my legs in a position to leave me exposed and open to your Dominant touch. One leg was tied with my knee close to my leaking breast and I threw the other straight out to the side, where you left it, relaxing it by stroking my soft inner thigh. You had my ankle in a tight grip and bent down to bite my flesh, your face near my cunt to breathe in the scent of my intense arousal. I held my breath and after a moment you returned your fingers to my slut training.

You watched as you slipped two of your fingers into me easily; my wetness was audible as you pulled them back and then pushed deeper inside me. You did this slowly, to tease me and I loved your pace, anticipating how hard I would cum from this elaborate treatment. My muscles clutched around your fingers in time with their motion, exciting you, making you feel that surge of power flowing between us. You were still wearing your trousers and told me to open my eyes to look at the shape of your cock straining hard against the dark fabric. I made an involuntary noise of desire and without stopping my slut training you unzipped to show me your sticky cock and fed me your juices from your fingers, pulling your hand firmly up inside me when you were near my face to let me taste you, hovering over me looking so angelic. You pressed my clit down with your thumb and kissed my lust flavored lips to capture my moans. 

I felt the pressure build up in my lower belly, like I was about to squirt into your hand, but I forced myself to enjoy the desire and see how far it could take me instead of begging you to let me cum right then. 

You noticed how I fucked your hand in my bound position and felt how you possessed me, had made me your love slave and whore. I was already straining in the ropes to wrap my arms around you and make love to you. You licked the hot skin of my cheek before pulling away. I told you how I wanted you and you assured me that you knew. You were going to go back to my slut lessons, I could tell, and you knelt again between my legs, where you could get the complete view of your slave spread out before you. 

You had both hands on my slippery cunt now, using one to part my labia wider. I groaned at the pleasure of this intrusion--I wanted to be used and violated by you, so it was a powerful feeling of love I felt for you, and no shame at all. There was something excitingly clinical in the way you pulled me apart, but not without passion. Your expression of concentration was sublimely sexy--the glimmer in the eyes, the perfect mouth slightly open. Your face glowed with life and lust and I could see the tantalizing droplets of your pure sweat at your hair. 

I felt a strange new penetrating pressure and tensed up for a moment. "Shhh," you said to me and I melted into your touch. Your fingers on the outside of my cunt lips were light and soothing. I realized somehow that I was feeling all of your fingertips of your left hand shallowly inside the entrance of my cunt, and I was stretched more than ever before, but still hungry inside to be filled with my Master. It was an intoxicating mix of fear and trust and pain and desire. I wondered if you really wanted to put your whole hand inside of me and the look on your face said you were enjoying this. I asked you if it was going to hurt, and you said calmly that it would, the tone in your voice conveying all that we did not have to say: that it would hurt, but I want it to hurt, that I am your pain whore and that you are the one to give me this experience I craved with you. 

My body was transforming into liquid lust around your fingertips. With a sensual, strong motion that seemed to originate deep within you, you shifted your weight forward to push further into me and my body did not resist you. This new fullness took me by surprise, but I also felt naturally possessed by it. I realized it was meant to be, that I was meant to be used by you like this, and that you had followed the right path to make me exquisitely receptive. My body and mind were both hypnotized by this point and I felt humbled at this submission you had created for me to give to you with your skill and creativity. It was the rituals you create in your approach to Owning me that unlocked me entirely, my flesh, my infinite sluttishness. Every kiss and brush of your hands over me as you bound me had ensured I would be yours to enjoy, inside and out. I was your love and pleasure slave now more than ever before.

You looked down into my eyes and could see my ordinary self had left and I was only your fuck pet. I had no will of my own that was not also yours, mirroring your desire to Dominate me out of what was left of my mind. You could see my eyes dilate and sparkle with pure lust for you and you felt alive and powerful in your hands controlling me, your gaze holding mine, your neglected hard cock that belonged inside your sister.

I could feel your fingers flex inside me where you held them still in their progress as you reached for the new crop you brought. Our old one had been left in the tangled sheets of this same bed, months ago. You touched its new tip to each exposed part of me--my thighs and bare, swollen pubic mound, my bony chest that rose and fell in ragged panting, the obscenely enlarged handfuls of my lactating tits. You stroked the sensitive pale skin under my arms that was in view with my hands tied above my head. I murmured how I love you while I watched you mesmerize me with the path of the leather all over my alert body.

I felt a fresh ache in my tits. You used the head of the crop to circle and dig into my nipples, making them contract into leaking red pebbles. It was like having hard stones rolled into the tips of my breasts. When the crop struck them suddenly, there was a flash of lightening inside me. It made me float, made me feel dissolved. I was helpless at the sounds that escaped my mouth; in the distance, I heard harsh screams and moans, the lusty groaning in between moments of impact. The pain turned to warmth and I craved more, anticipating and welcoming the contact, wanting it to be harder, wanting you to see how you could punish me harder, if that was what pleased you. After each strike, I writhed in the recovery, letting the desire for more sensation show all over my body. I realized I was fucking your hand, climbing up higher and was almost mounted on your wrist.

You looked so satisfied and excited all at once. The cunt you Owned was stretched full by you in a way had seemed nearly impossible; I might have been a virgin before this moment. I felt a hard knot of impending ecstasy in my guts and started to babble words that made no sense. My head twisted involuntarily on the pillow. I struggled to lift up my hips toward you as much as I could with my feet tied clear of the mattress. Shivers went through me at the intensity of the orgasm coming on. The path your hand could take inside me was short, but you ground your fist into every over-sensitized strip of sexual nerves inside me, curious about how the smallest movement made me shudder and sob. You traced a finger around my well lubricated folds and slid it easily into my ass. 

I had never felt so completely like I belonged to someone. I started to beg you to never stop doing this to me when a gush of liquid washed over your hands. "Good girl," you told me with sharp encouragement. You bent your head to touch your tongue to my clit and I felt a new layer of orgasmic pleasure peel away. I came all over your face and chest with an animal shriek that made your hair stand on end and your cock stiffen. 

It took a while to be able to withdraw your hand from my body, still spasming around your fist. You gently uncurled your fingers and worked your way out of me in the way you'd come in. You kissed me with my fuck juice still drying on your face and untied my wrists, but not my legs--you were not ready to let go of me bound like that. My arms were weak and I rested them lightly around your neck, trying to hold you and barely able to. You kissed me with lust and affection, and I could tell that though I was in a post orgasmic delirium, you were not-- you needed to be satisfied and your lust was at its peak. I felt your balls against my drenched cunt and your cock slid insistently against my engorged clit. I was instantly excited again at this new intimacy. Even though I'd just cum hard on my Master's fist, this was him kissing my lips about to fuck me like a brother and sister should, so I was hot and desperate to get fucked. 

The ropes on my thighs had loosened from straining them with all my lusty strength and I closed my legs to hold your hips with my feet. You shoved your cock inside me, like you were unable wait or tease me at all, and I loved seeing your lust. You felt amazing inside me, massaging all my interior bruises, hurting me sweetly and making me crave the release of another orgasm in your name. Your movements up into my cunt were rough and possessive, but graceful; you wanted to arouse me and rubbed against my clit with sensual force. You bit my lips and neck and spat in my face when my throat was parched from gasping. I wanted you to use my body to satisfy yourself quickly and selfishly, but you didn't, keeping us at this level of fierce lust until I sobbed from sensual and emotional overload of the moment. When you saw my submissive tears, you lost all control in a way that sent me over the edge, too. You stabbed me deep inside and came so hard in a rush of electric pleasure that your voice sounded almost violent when you growled that I am Yours. 

I want to see you soon.

Love,

p.