Catherine

She told him that she had to go back home. Back in her room, she put a hand to her stomach and thought about her child: what sex would it be? Who would it mostly look like? What would she name it?

Then her parents came home, and they ate dinner, talking about their days. She lied, of course. After dinner, she was in her room again, watching television. That night, she slept with her hand on her stomach.

In February, she started milking.

She found out herself during a masturbation session. She squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple, and saw it leaking out, almost spurting. She had to stop masturbating as she thought, Shit! I didn’t think it would be this early. How am I going to explain this to him? She decided to prevent him from sucking her breasts whenever she could. It’ll be a challenge, though. He loves them.

She took one of them and suckled at it, both to taste and to drain for a while. When that one seemed empty, she switched, finding that she liked the taste. She was soon masturbating again, cumming quickly.

A few days later, her boyfriend/Master told her what she could do. “You remember when we were with Jason, and you said you’d reciprocate?” She nodded. “I think it’s time for it. And you also said that you’d do anything for me to forgive you.”

She bit her lip. “I don’t know, Master…”

“I was uncomfortable with Jason. I know how you’re feeling. But you said it. And you chose Jason, so I think it’s fair I choose the girl.”

She thought about her breasts milking and her stomach. “Can I keep my top on?”

“You’ll have to take out your breasts sometime during it. But I don’t see why you still don’t want to be completely naked. I love your body.”

“I know, Master, but… I’d look at her and feel unattractive.”

“That’s how I felt with Jason. But know that, to me, you’re gorgeous. I love you, Catherine.”

“I love you too, ------. I know what you think of me. But… I don’t think it’s a good idea right now. I’m sorry, but I… Can we not talk about this?” She kissed his jaw. “I want you to show me how much you love me.” Then she kissed his lips.

When their mouths parted, he said, “We’re not done with this. The conversation is on hold, all right? It’s on pause.”

“Okay, Master. Whatever you say, it shall be.” Then she slipped a hand under his shirt.