Jodie's Slaves Part Six - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Six

... the shelf bra. “We will take two of these and those others I picked out, two pair of panties for each.”

Gloria was happy for a sale but of course wanted more. She was clearly fascinated by this Mom/daughter couple. “Is there anything more you are looking for? We can custom order and have a large catalog ***********ion.”

Julie pulled out her phone and pulled up a net pic of a woman in a well fitting full bra with her nipples sticking a full two inches out holes the size of a half dollar and showed it to her. “ This is something I would love to find for easy milking and still be good support. We will be milking often and this seems perfect for both home and away”

Gloria grinned “ Let me check our suppliers. I do think one or two of them may offer this kind of thing. If not there is a possibility of customizing something off the rack. We have an excellent alterations department that most stores don't offer.”

“Well then…” Julie took the supporting bras she had chosen and put one on me, “Can this one be cut and sewn as we need?”

“Yes, Miss, it will just have to be marked,” Gloria agreed. Julie smiled and rummaged in her purse, pulling out two long needles left over from the drug treatments. I stiffened.

“Relax, Mom, it won’t be that bad,” she said, “It is only two and they are empty.”

“I hate needles, Julie,” I reminded her.

“I know,” She flicked and pinched them to make the tips show better then pushed one of the needles through the bra and right into my ...

... nipple! Then she tied a piece of dental floss to a pen, looping the other end around the needle. She used this to draw a perfect circle right where my areola would be behind the bra. She left the needle in and used the second one to do the same on the other side. I was struggling to stay quiet as she drew the second circle. She removed the pins and then the bra, handing it to Gloria before picking up the second one. I looked at Julie pleadingly. Gloria noticed and spoke up.

“Miss, we can take measurements from this one and do them both,” she offered.

“Oh no, it doesn’t matter that the bras come from the same company. There are always differences. Isn’t that right, Mom?” Julie objected.

“Yes, BabyDomme, you are correct,” I answered. She fit the bra to me and picked up the first needle. I whimpered and gasped as she repeated the process. Finally, it was over and Gloria left with the bras, intending to fill out the alteration slip.

“You did great, Mom,” Julie said, kissing me before letting me get dressed. We paid for the purchases and Julie made me give Gloria one of the cards she had made up.

Jodi

Tess was chained to the table, as usual, when I entered the garage. She had curled up as much as she could with the chains restricting her. A week ago she had sublet her apartment. We gathered some clothes and things for her and she sent the rest into storage. She had arranged an emergency family leave from her job and told her girls that she could only meet them ...