Lesbo Domination

“Stand up,” he commands, and I do as I’m told. He never volunteered what happened to it, I never asked. He reaches down and grabs my bound wrists, pulling them above my head as he pounds into me relentlessly. “It seems your body is responding well to the treatment,” he says, his voice calm and reassuring. “Now you are going to be my perfect. Slowly, he unbuckles his belt and lets it fall to the floor. After a week or two, it became hard to ignore that my breasts were in fact getting larger. Master would come in and collect the milk every day. The master’s fingers move to my clit, teasing the sensitive nub as he watches my response. Also yes. I gasp as the machine begins to work, the sensation unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. Master watches me, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I decide my first order of business for the day is to crawl back into my warm inviting bed. Did I read it cover to cover? He chuckles darkly and pushes himself further inside me, stretching me open with his thick girth.