From the time we first met, you’ve had me on a masturbation schedule. Standard non-denial periods require me to cum twice a day - once in the morning and once at night. Edging is always required before urination - no exceptions. You message me random panty checks throughout the day.

I am now heavily pregnant but already lactating. You have me on a milking routine. You ring a bell every time you turn on the pumps to condition my let-down response. In the past few days you have increased my milkings and orgasms. I know you have something planned. One day the orgasms stop and I’m only allowed to edge. You allow me to change my panties after sending you a photo. My nipples are sore from the extra milkings but you rub lotion into them every chance you get. My milk supply is at an all time high.

The following afternoon you come home from work. You milk me and edge me. Pick out a low-cut summer-dress for me to wear - no bra or panties. My sensitive nipples protrude obscenely through the thin fabric along with my baby bump. Before we leave, you insert kegel balls that gently tap each other in my pussy upon any movement. I go to pack up my portable breast pump but you stop me. You say we won’t need it.

We arrive at a house with several cars in the driveway. We park on the street with a few more cars. Walking to the door I feel the tapping of the kegel balls and the dampness smearing my thighs. I haven’t cum in more than a day and my excitement is becoming animalistic. You knock on the door, I’m standing sheepishly behind you already ashamed of my appearance and arousal level. You hold my hand and squeeze, reassuringly.

A man opens the door and greets us warmly. I vaguely recognize him but I’m not sure from where. We walk inside - where the temperature is considerably colder. My nipples stiffen harder than before. As we pass through the house, guests are chatting casually; sitting around a table, gathered in the kitchen. We reach the living room where soft grunts can be heard from. A few men are sitting on a couch. In front of them is a restrained woman wearing a ball gag, nipple clamps, and nothing else. Her hands bound above her to a platform clearly designed for the occasion. I relax with relief that I’m not the center of anyone’s attention for now. You sit, pull me into your lap, and stroke my belly. I feel my breasts hardening, knowing I’ll need to be milked soon. I wonder what your plan is but I trust you. I whisper to you that I need to pee. You reach up my dress and instruct me to push out the kegel balls into your hand. I notice the man next to us watching but I comply. You rub the warm, smooth balls across my clit until I’m panting and intense. You stop and direct me to the bathroom. While alone I want to express some milk from my bursting udders but I know you wouldn’t want me to so I refrain.

As I rejoin you in the living room, the submissive on display shudders and cries out in a forced orgasm. Two men watching now have their cocks out, stroking casually. The sub goes limp and her Dom releases her from the platform - holding her close and ushers her to a bedroom.

A bell rings and milk gushes out of my breasts, soaked circles form on the front of my dress . I look at you and you smile back at me.

What happens next? What will you do to me in front of all these people?

Kinks: Orgasm control, pregnancy, lactation, nipple torment, gentle Dom.

Limits: pics/videos, beast, scat, name calling.