Jodie's Slaves Part Five - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Five

... Barb knew all now. What fun! I loved not having to hide anymore! I mean, we still had to hide from Bill for a day or two...but he didn’t count...not really, because he was not part of this.

“Julie!” I ran over to her, “I found something for you when I was out today!” I handed her the bag...wishing I had thought to get some nice wrapping paper or something, but I had not been brought up that way...hell! I never got a birthday gift in my whole life!

Julie peeked into the bag and gasped, reaching in to draw it out. Barb came over and looked over her shoulder.

“That’s lovely!” she remarked, but remained a little confused. Julie was not.

“It’s perfect! I know just what to do with this! Thank you so much, Jodi!” she gushed, hugging me.

“As soon as I saw it I knew it was yours. It would have been a shame to leave it in the shop window,” I told her. Julie ran off to put the mask in the basement, next to her paints, ready for whatever modifications she had no doubt already thought of.

“That was very sweet of you, mistress,” Barb smiled. I shrugged.

“I got you a present too, Toy,” I said, handing her the last bag. She opened it and went a little pale.

“Th...that’s a lot of...needles, Mistress Jodi,” she gasped. I stepped up behind her, reaching around and cupping her breasts firmly, squeezing until she began leaking a little. It was too close to milking time for anything else.

“All for you, my sweet slut! I know they scare you, but don’t worry. I am going to ...

... enjoy them to the fullest!” I left her, pale and shaking in the kitchen and went out to prepare the barn.

Barb

Not being a true masochist it’s really hard to prepare mentally for what I know is going to hurt so much I will soon be screaming in agony again as hot syringes of that burning liquid will be injected into my tits again. Part of me wants to run and hide. Part of me wants to please Mistress Jodi and Julie by taking it like a good slave. I’m a ball of emotion waiting for the text telling me to come out or they will be coming in to get me. Pacing in the kitchen floor just waiting and waiting. The fear building in my gut.

I knew they had been preparing some kind of set up they were calling a milking station in the barn. Some way to hold me still for the agony that would come with this injection treatment and the milking I was sure. I heard Julie go upstairs to her room. I finally got a text telling me to be standing at the sink still in my sleepwear and summer housecoat. A moment later I hear Julie coming down.

Breathing rapidly already, my heart pounds more when I see her stop in the doorway dressed in her “Hello Kitty” PJ’s I had not seen her wear in years. Her hair up in high pigtails she had used the curler on to create bouncy ringlets that were tied with baby blue ribbons that matched her baby blue panties and knee socks. It was the beautiful porcelain mask that gave me such a jolt. Half still looking much like an asian doll and the other have given an ...