Jodie's Slaves Part Five - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Five

... get...and keep...Tess under my thumb. There was only one thing she cared about, really. Money. And with Barb producing twice the volume of anyone else already, an offer to continue milk payments...reduced milk payments...would do the trick nicely. Or better yet...

And, let’s face it, if anyone needed a strong dominant it was that bitch! She was a train wreck waiting to happen.

“We are going to do the noon treatment in my room today,” I told Barb, “I thought it would be nice in that big, comfy bed.”

“That does sound lovely,” she agreed. I backed her up to the wall and kissed her, rubbing her enlarged breasts through her blouse. She was leaking a little bit, not enough to warrant the pump, but she was going to need a change of clothes.

“Coming along nicely, Toy,” I approved, showing her my wet palm. She blushed and hung her head. “Hey! It is so beautiful!” I said, tilting her head up to meet my eyes. “We will get you some super absorbent maternity bras and it will all be fine.”

“Do you want to…?” she indicated her breasts.

“No, it’s okay,” I said, “Go and get changed and I will meet you in the house in a little bit. She turned to go and I brought my palm up to my mouth, licking at the residue there. God! That taste! It was pure Barb...pure Mom! But a taste was all I was entitled to…

Barb

I turned around at the door to the barn. Jodi was licking her palm with such a look of pleasure and longing on her face! What was going on? If she liked it that much, ...

... why had she sent me away? She was tasting my milk three times a day now. Why did she look like a child indulging in a forbidden treat?

She made me so sad sometimes. I couldn’t help but picture her as a small child, neglected and abused in that dump of an apartment. That she had turned into such a strong and confident woman was testament to her inner strength, but sometimes, like now, I couldn’t help but mourn the child who just needed a Mother…

It had to be the hormone injections and the lactation, coupled with Julie’s dismissal of a family party that was making me so very emotional today. Jodi had become my balm against the torments of everyday life and seeing her so sad had upset the balance I was trying to maintain.

Nothing was said about it when Jodi returned to the house. She went about her chores just as happily as ever. I could almost believe I imagined that look...but I knew I hadn’t. How could I bring it up? It made no sense.

I would just wait. Maybe the way would present itself during the lunchtime milking…

Julie

I opened the door to Jodi’s room cautiously. She had texted me to come in, but I just wanted to be sure. She had already prepped Mom. It was the tamest tie I had ever seen her use. Mom wore a rope harness, of course, and a crotch rope that had been wrapped to hold a dildo...not one of the big ones though. She was sitting at the head of the bed with her hands tied outstretched to the posts. Her legs were fastened by long ropes to the bottom ...