Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Note from the author:

This is part 2 of a series. A young Victorian wife is sexually naive and is trained to become a hucow by her husband. She submits to his knowledge and assumes it is standard. Enjoy!

Elizabeth’s dairy: Part 2:

Much has transpired in the last few months since my wedding night. I have learned the way of my duties both as a wife and in my sexual submission to my husband, Master Benjamin.

I am now very comfortable with our breeding and milking routine… which pleases Master greatly. He now insists that I graze in the grass or in the farm naked for some time before he comes and finds me for breeding each day. He says it is good for a woman’s mind to have some time to crawl on all fours and connect with nature. I simply do as Master says and trust his impeccable guidance.

Today, our routine is no different. As always I am wearing my necklace with its clanging bell. Master has more rules for me in the barn. I am to be naked always. I am to be on all fours always. I am to be wearing my bell necklace. I am to graze and I am to hydrate. And of course.. as always… I must greet Master on all fours and pleasure his manhood.

As I crawl around the barn waiting for Master, I find the water in a bowl that he always leaves for me. I know he mixes it with some of the special substance his friend the physician makes to ensure I am always ready to take his seed and wanton for him. I don’t know how it works, I’ll admit, but I find within minutes my face is flushed and my nether regions start to tingle. I find myself in a daze as my delicate folds start to moisten with haste. I am driven to absolute distraction with need. At times… I’ve found myself pool with liquid between my legs and I am so needy for Master that I could cry. One day I did cry. Master seemed to think me adorable.

One of the rules that amplifies my need is that I am not allowed to touch myself at all. This is typical for a well bred lady and a Christian. I am to wait for Master’s touch. He tends to me so often that I am not sure why this rule in particular makes me feel quite irritable at times. Master has reinforced this rule with me, explicitly expressing his personal values on this rule, saying ‘women are the property of their husbands, and so their husbands must take care of them. You are not to pleasure yourself Elizabeth. I am to take care of your needs’. I can hear his words ringing in my ears.

There have been times when I have broken this rule and touched myself ever so slightly. Master was at work in another county. Though it pains me to recall going against his wishes, I was driven to distraction. I felt so lonely and given the consistency of our breeding and milking routine, it is very hard for me when he leaves. I had never gone several days without his touch. I tried for two days to keep myself busy… but before long I would think of him and his very solid, very large member. I lightly brushed my folds with my fingers… just enough to feel some relief. Though, afterwards I felt very guilty. I assumed Master would somehow know and take a hairbrush to my bottom when he returned. He seems to know everything. But to my surprise he never discovered this… and I did not tell him. It’s the only rule I’ve ever broken.. I love Master so dearly and would never want to displease him. And so I rarely disobey him.

Despite being a very obedient wife, sometimes my naughty thoughts wonder… especially after I have drank some of the special liquid Master leaves me in the barn. It’s very hard to endure all of my need. On this particular day, I was roaming around the barn on all fours after drinking my water when I came across a stall with an unusual contraption in it. I was perplexed. It seemed to have stirrups… like at the doctors surgery. But I believe instead of facing up like I’ve had to do at the doctor and had my feet strapped in… in this contraption it seemed that the person would face downward, with their arms locked into place in front of them.

My hips swayed as I continued to examine this new addition to the barn. My swollen belly was dragging below me.. making it harder to crawl, and my breasts were more than double their original size since Master started feeding on them. They leaked in anticipation of Master arriving. Sometimes, I found that just his voice seemed enough to activate them. They will start leaking when he is near. It seems I am always leaking from multiple places when Master is around. He often checks me for wetness in the mornings after feeding from my breasts. He will place his fingers on my mound and insert them, inspecting for wetness. He is monstrous. He starts a fervour in me.. then has me wait for hours until our breeding session!

I look around the room to see if Master is near. Still no luck. I am desperate for stimulation and I notice one of the foot holds has some nice padding that is of a very beneficial angle. I part my legs further and try to angle my folds over it so as to relieve some of the friction in my nether regions. It is hard with my round belly in the way, but I manage to rub my sensitive parts on a hard protruding leather part of the contraption.

I start moaning in delight. My eyes close and my hips gyrate as the pleasure I am seeking starts to build. Mmmmmm. My necklace clangs lightly as I move. My nipples stand even more erect as they leak just like they usually do when I am being used my Master. I am so in heaven that I barely notice a new figure standing in the doorway of the barn cubicle.

My eyes flutter open and I stop immediately in my tracks as I hear his deep voice rumble.

‘What do we have here?’

My eyes lock on his as I stop my gyrating mid heat. He seems amused… not at all angry. Phew! ‘Master! I’m sorry I.. I felt so full of need and uncomfortable.. my special parts were desperate for… for your touch’.

My wide eyes looked at him for his response.

Master laughed a little with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Yes my dear little Bessie. I increased the special substance in the water today, so I am not angry at you for your actions. You’re very very good to tolerate all that need and you never complain. Though I must say, I didn’t expect to see such a sight on my arrival at the barn today. I’m not sure whether to punish you or to take you right here and now’.

I swallowed hard and he winked… easing my concerns and melting me in an instant.

His member was protruding from his trousers already. A clear outline visible.

I waddled over to him and waited on all fours. ‘Master… you look as though you need tending to’. He laughed again.

‘You’re leaking from nearly all your holes and you’re thinking about my needs being tended to. You’re such a gorgeous, obedient little cow.. how did I get so fortunate!’

I glowed at his praise and rubbed my head against his leg in appreciation.

Master calls me his little cow sometimes. I think it a compliment as the cow’s have always been his favourite animal ever since he was a boy.

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, as Master has taught me to do, while he releases his member. I get closer and begin my work on Master’s shaft. My hands go behind my back and my belly and breasts jut out even further in front of me. I make sure to suck and lick with plenty of saliva, as my eyes meet Master’s. He looks at me with an intensity that burns through me. His love and passion evident. I make sure to attend to behind his shaft where I have learned his special seed is kept in sacks. I lick those too. He groans in satisfaction.

I can see it is hard for him to speak, but he does. ‘That’s quite enough my little Bessie… I’ll have have you taken care of now. It must be very uncomfortable’. I nod and look up at him with big eyes. He smiles a knowing smile and leans down to kiss me. As I am enveloped in his kiss. My naughty folds leak what feels like a small puddle beneath me. As Master leads me towards the middle of the stall, he notices my puddle. I hear him laugh.

‘Bessie you naughty little cow. You’re leaking as you walk. Someone must be very very needy and desperate today’.

I nod and nearly cry. He notices. ‘I’m going to take care of you right now. I can see you’ve already acquainted yourself with my new toy. This contraption is for you when we breed from now on. I want you to put your feet and hands into the designated spots’.

Master went to work tenderly placing the holds on my arms and legs, holding me in place with a wide stance. He placed some pillows under my belly to release the pressure of holding up so much weight. I smiled at him. He took such good care of me. Master placed two bowls under my breasts as always and started there. He tenderly pulled at them with his fingers. My breasts were so accustomed to his touch that sometimes he could milk me without sucking. He pulled gently either side in a rhythm that made me relax and feel safe. I closed my eyes at the relief and before long there were spurts of fresh milk in the bowls.

‘Ah, such gorgeous teats. Always giving to me’. Master claimed proudly. I nearly collapsed as the relief flooded over me. I’d received just enough relief for my breasts for them to no longer be the main thing that was creating the most discomfort. My eyes went to Master’s as I pleaded with him.

His mouth curved as he cocked his head to look at me. ‘Someone is very impatient today’, he lightly scolded.

I shifted as much as I could in the contraption and made a desperate sound. His smile curved into a devilish grin.

‘Ok my obedient little cow. Don’t worry, what you seek is coming. But remember, I decide when you will take me, not you’.

Master continued milking me at his leisure before he made his way behind me and started placing his hands on my buttocks. He loved to pull them apart and squeeze them from behind. I could feel my special parts open even further to him… my fleshy pink holes gaping. He groaned and stroked his member.

His free hand found its way to my sensitive spots and he fondled me. I let out a loud moan in appreciation. I could hear my own pitiful desperation as I pushed my fleshy bottom upwards. Master placed his member against my folds as they enveloped him greedily. He let out a groan and pushed deeper. ‘Ughnnnnn’ I cried. I could barely move in the contraption.. I had to wait for Master to plough me, with no way to push back on him.

Master had soon pushed himself all the way in and started touching the furthest regions of my innermost self with his bulbous head. He was panting and absolutely urgent today with his thrusts. My mind went to jelly as I moaned for him. My ‘teats’ as he called them were leaking to abandon now.. spraying the bowls as they shook and rattled against masters ministrations.

I felt so overcome. Master pounded into me for what felt like forever. I could feel myself slip into that special place where I can barely hear or see anything. Just Master’s voice and my own pleasure. He knows I am particularly suggestive when I am in this space.

As I slipped into a deep pleasurable state… I felt something new. Master had removed his member from me and instead placed a foreign object inside me. It felt long and cool… hard. I thought it must have been some sort of metal.

Master seemed to have replaced his rhythmic thrusts from his member with this new object. As I adjusted to it I felt my body’s pleasure continue… as it felt similar to Master’s lovely shaft… just slightly less thick and perhaps… longer? He was pushing against the very back of my internal cavity and I felt my body respond instantly.

I was moaning loudly. As I tried to push back on Master’s foreign object… I felt him reach under and use his other hand to rub my most sensitive spot above my folds. Oh. My. God. It was too much. I started frantically ‘moo’ing’ to communicate my need. Master moaned in delight as he always does hearing my desperate pleas and Moo sounds. But he did not give me permission to release… nor did he stop his wonderful new ministrations.

I was truly succumbing to his touch more completely than ever when Master did the unthinkable. He removed the new object from my hole. He continued to pleasure my sensitive spot… but what he did next I could not have imagined in my wildest dreams. He couldn’t possibly…. I thought. I felt my body spasm at the attention of his hand. All the while, I felt pressure on my other most private part. My little rosebud. Master seemed to think he could fit the object in THERE. I was so lost in my pleasure that my panic rose a little too late.

I felt I’d lost all control and could barely speak! Master began pushing and to my absolute shock and horror… my little bud separated for the first time to welcome a new sensation. I could feel pain from it stretching to accommodate… and my groans became little cries as Master wilfully continued his assault of my anus. But before long… he pushed it in only to pull it out and in, again and again. I found that each time he pulled it back I felt complete relief and…. pleasure? With as much thought as I could muster I considered my position momentarily. I knew sodomy between a man and a man was strictly forbidden biblically… but was it between man and woman? I couldn’t remember… my thoughts were too distracted by my pain and pleasure. I thought about all my pious friends at church and their husbands stretching their anus’. It gave me great pleasure to think about this.

My thoughts then wandered to how much of a naughty harlot I must be to enjoy this kind of handiwork. But Master had always guided me and showed me the way without fail. I chose to trust him now yet again. I really didn’t know any different and I reminded myself that this is likely just another regular aspect of love making that I had been sheltered from. Master continued to push in and out, slowly at first, making sure to be tender.. before increasing his pace. As I relaxed and began to embrace the fullness… I felt Master push the foreign object inside me and leave it. He then placed his shaft at my opening and slowly entered me again. I let out the loudest, low sounding groan. Master seemed completely intent on resuming his pounding and breeding of me… only this time with my most private hole full as well.

He had successfully entered me again and was maintaining his special rhythm that always made me enter a hypnotic state of passion and pleasure. Once again, he placed light pressure on the object and moved it in and out slightly while he kept up his usual pace. I nearly lost myself. My lips formed an ‘O’ in shock as I felt in ways I had never before. I couldn’t take it anymore. The aching of my full breasts, mixed with the complete and utter fullness of both my exposed holes being used from behind while Master watched in fascination was too much. I could barely see or feel with all the sensation. My body gushed fluids from my nether regions and I felt my insides spasm intensely as I nearly collapsed in wave after wave of pleasure. ‘MOO MOO MOOOOOOOOOO’.

I cannot be sure… but Master seemed to be able to feel my insides clenching him and he let out the deepest of grunts in pleasure. He petted me and grunted ‘Good Girl. Good. Little. Cow’ in between each thrust. I could barely hear him but I could feel his urgency was building. Finally he bellowed with authority in a low rumble; ‘Get ready for my seed’. I was beyond the earthy realm. My breasts were spilling so much milk in a wild frenzy as they flung high into the air and slapped down with every forceful thrust. My necklace made loud clanging noises as the bell Master gave me was rattling to abandon.

Master gave his final thrusts and i began to regain consciousness as I felt his hot seed enter the very furthest parts of my insides. He made sure to empty himself completely as my body ached from all the sensation. I could feel him tensing and draining his seed deep inside me, slapping my derrière as he went. When he eventually regained some strength, he whispered in a deep voice to me. ‘You are mine Bessie. My seed inside you is a reminder that you are mine to breed and protect’. I let out a little meek mewling sound. It was all I could muster. He slowly pulled out and petted my buttocks with light pats. He then returned to my breasts and made sure to milk and suck whatever was left. I felt utterly drained from all caveats. Master had made sure of it. He petted my head afterwards and kissed me.

When he was done… he released me from the contraption that held me and removed the new foreign object from my private hole. He lay me on my back, stroked my hair and told me I was the most beautiful little cow he had ever seen. He told me he had never known pleasure like this before as he rubbed my swollen belly. He explained that he would be using his new tool on my private hole very often now, and that he was so pleased that I appeared to respond very well to it. He expressed that he would like to use it to help me to eventually stretch and accommodate his manhood in my anus, in addition to my usual breeding.

My eyes widened at this. He assured me it was not something to worry about and that I would slowly adjust to him. He explained it was his intention to ensure I was receiving him in all my holes, as this was the apparent natural order for man and woman. I closed my eyes contentedly. Master appeared to be musing and explaining his plan without need for my input. It was simply another part of the process of my becoming a woman and his wife. I felt him stroke me with deep tenderness as he cradled me in his arms, holding my weight and keeping me close in his hold. ‘Good girl Bessie. You have pleased me greatly, as always’.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32