As the days pass, I notice more changes in my body. “But I suppose maybe it was stress.” His fingers brush against my nipple, sending a shiver down my spine. He gestures to a strange device in the center, its metal gleaming under the dim lights. He removes the machine from my breasts. As he watches my response, the master pulls out his phone and within seconds, the vibrations of the chastity belt start. He said it helps with the production. The milk is a sign of your progress, a testament to how well you’re embracing your new existence.” His fingers trace the curve of my breast, and I can feel the weight of his gaze, heavy with satisfaction. toy. My nipples are hardened peaks, aching for his touch. They’re tight, but not unbearable. I think about the way he touched me, the way he explained it all so casually, and a shiver runs down my spine.
