I cry out in pleasure as he fills me completely, my body adapting to his size. As the machine continues to pump, I feel myself growing increasingly aroused. His control over me goes deeper than I ever imagined, and with this new realization, I feel both terrified and exhilarated. “You’re doing so well,” he whispers, his voice low and seductive. I don’t know if he is right about that are not, but I don’t argue. We didn’t do it every day anymore. An individual is standing in front of me. I look on with wide-eyed surprise as the milky liquid drips from my nipple, the sight both shocking and intriguing. I think about the way he touched me, the way he explained it all so casually, and a shiver runs down my spine. The vibrations intensify, traveling through my body and straight to my core. Suddenly, he reaches out and turns a dial on the machine, increasing the intensity of the suction.
