It was the most shameful thing he had done to her. Persistent playing with her nipples and the use of a milk pump had tricked her body into thinking it was required to nurse.
On the weekends he would tie her up, take a long time to caress her breasts and tie them off with rubber bands until they were purple and swollen and in pain, full of milk. He’d then proceed to masturbate or fuck her and only allow her relief if she insistently begged for it.
To her horror she heard herself utter things like “Please milk Bessie’s udders, Sir?” as orgasm and the trickle of her warm milk flowing from her tits fused together in her brain into one inextricable and inseparable pleasure. Her real name was Jessica, her mind screamed inwards as her mouth screamed outwards in pleasure at the humiliating relief she received.
It was difficult to hide her condition at work and as her breasts grew hard and uncomfortable in the morning and afternoon she had to call him twice a day to ask permission to get rid of her milk in the bathroom sink, praying no co-worker would walk in on her.