Master Roland's Milkmaid

The morning and early afternoon passed in a sub’s delight or orgasm and pain. The frame, with me in it, was moved about and repositioned so that I could be spanked, fucked, licked, suckled and fondled to numerous climaxes. On each occasion my dress was becoming a little more ripped and torn. All the other girls had their share of pleasuring too so no one felt left out. It was late afternoon, my dress in rags, when both Mrs B and I were given the injection that turned us into milkmaids. I was to be given my spurs, as it were, as well as a nose ring, after all.
“Urrrrrgh!” Jesus, he was going at me that night! I could feel myself spurt with that last suck on my teat. He really worked it so well! How was I going to tell him? The way he was working me was making it very hard to think straight. I suppose I could understand it, I had been keeping Andy on short rations for a month or so. Our debts would have been paid off months back but plonker had to ignore Master Roland’s advice and try a short cut. “Oh, oh ohhh!” It had all so clear in my mind how I would handle Andy when Master Roland filled my butt with the plug …