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The Milk Man - dentist with a taste for breast mil
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The Milk Man
By: Lauren
Lisa was the type of person who hated to be late. As she looked at her
watch it told her it was five past six...and she had a 5:30 appointment
with her new dentist,. Doctor Stone's office was far on the other side
of town from Lisa's office and traffic had been heavy this afternoon..
After parking her black BMW in the empty parking lot, Lisa rushed into
the dimly lit office. Lisa was a successful real estate broker in her
late twenties with long blonde hair and dark brown eyes that made her
stand out in any crowd. With her tiny waist and full chest, she drew
stares from every man who saw her--and she knew it. Lisa thought of it
as her "professional edge."
"Hello," she called from the dark and empty waiting room to the light
straming from the back. The office seemed strange in the evening's
light. The waiting room and the receptionist's area were both empty and
dimly lit.
"Come in," came a voice from the back.
Lisa's high heals clicked on the hard floor as she wandered back into
the exam room. As she entered the room, she noticed the usual
characteristics of a dentists office: the over use of air
conditioning which made her feel chilled, and the strange smell of
medical chemicals. She also noticed something different...her new
dentist was very attractive. He was seated beside the exam chair: an
array of complex tubes, hoses, tools and knobs attached to what could
easilly be a chair in the first class section of any airline. Lisa
couldn't remember any dentists chair looking so complicated, but then
decided that she must have just not noticed.
"Hi," said the man in the white coat, "I'm Dr. Stone. You must be Lisa
Foster?"
"Uh, yes...I'm sorry I'm so late. You must be closed already." Lisa
said with a smile.
"Oh, don't worry...please, have a seat. I was just cleaning up a bit
in case you were running a bit late."
Lisa carefully slid up into the comfortable exam chair trying to look
as professional as possible. The contours of the chair wraped arround
her body as she sank into it. Through her thin silk blouse, Lisa could
feel the cool surface of the chair on her back.
"Well, let's start with a few x-rays, alright?"
Lisa smiled and nodded slightly and watched as Dr. Stone carefully
lifted an enormous, heavy lead apron which he lowered over her body.
It's weight seemed to be much more than she remembered as she felt the
gentle haviness sink down over her entire body.
"Oh, this feels so heavy! I can barely move."
"Well, it's for your protection, Lisa...besides, it's best that you lie
very still while we're doing your x-rays anyway."
For a moment, Lisa felt a strange uneasiness that she could not explain
to herself. She felt herself sweatting under the heavy lead apron in
spite of the chilling cold of the room. Through the corner of her eye,
she could see Dr. Stone doing something behind her. She assumed he was
preparing the x-rays untill she heard a soft hissing noise as he
slipped a gas mask firmly over her nose.
"Here, Lisa...this will help you to relax," he smiled as she felt the
nose piece cup seal completely arround her nose.
"Doctor...I...I don't..." she tried to protest. For a moment, Lisa
felt a wave of panic come over her as her eyes opened wide...but only
for a moment.
The sweet smelling gas swirled past Lisa's nose and into her lungs.
Slowly the startled look on her face changed. Her eyes were open three
quarters and her face looke blank and relaxed. Her tough professional
edge slowly melted. It was replaced by a face whicg was soft, drowsey
and demure.
"That's right, Lisa....breathe deeply," he commanded.
"Yes, doctor...deeply..." she replied and obediently took a deep
breath.
"Yes, Lisa...that's very good. Breathe deeply and tell me how you
feel."
"I feel funny...and sleepy." she dreamilly answered.
Looking into her glassey eyes, he slowly lifted the lead apron off of
her chest. Lisa breathed in deeply, shighing and wiggling in approval.
Dr. Stone looked closely as her D cup breasts rose and fell to the
rythm of her breathing.
"Lisa...do you know why you're here?" he asked her with a smile.
"Yes..." she replied under her breath. "I'm here for my check up."
"That's right Lisa. But you're also here for a very special reason.
You are going to be my "milk maid".
"Yes, doctor...I am your milk maid" Lisa mumbled in obedient
drowsiness.
"Very good, Lisa. Now, I am going to remove your blouse and your bra
for you. After your breasts have been treated, I will give you a
special bra. It will feel very good on you and you will like the way it
feels. I will use this bra to milk you...you must obey...do you
understand?"
"Yes..." Lisa replied. "I will be milked...I must obey"
The doctor smiled in approval of her sleepy obedience as he unbuttoned
her blouse and unhooked her bra gently. Pausing only for a moment, he
admired the form and shape of her boobs. They were full and round with
dark nipples in the form of plump domes crowning each boob. He rubbed
the balm on his hands and then carefully took each boob in his hands,
massaging the thick cream deeply into the soft flesh of her boobs.
"mmmphh..." Lisa mumbled softly.
"This cream will help make your breasts start making milk, Lisa... it
will also help make sure that you specail bra fits properly."
By now, Lisa's boobs were covered in a waxy shine from the thick
lubrication. Carefully, the doctor prepared a syrenge filled with
powerful hormones. Reaching to her right breast he carefully squeezed
the plump dome arrond her nipple and slipped the needle into her. Lisa
suddenly felt the cool fluid enter her body and flow inside her boosom.
Through her drowsiness from the gas she could barely feel a hot
tingling in each boob as milk began bubbling deep inside each breast.
Reaching from under the arm and leg rests of the chair, the doctor
found soft leather straps which he fited arround Lisa's waist, arms and
legs, binding her completely. Carefully, he selected a pair of thin
and flexible clear plastic cups from a cabinet full of similar cups in
all sizes. Then, with equal care, he selected what looked like two
large suction cups from and even larger collection.
"Now, my milk maid...let me help you with your new bra."
"Yes, doctor," Lisa said and obediently lifted her shoulders,
thrusting her chest upward..
Lifting his mezmerized patient, he strapped the cups on Lisa's body
just as if it were a normal bra. The soft straps wraped arround her
completely. With gentle firmness, the dentist slid each of the two
breast cups over Lisa's full and heavy boobs until each nipple was
firmly cradled in the suction cups he had selected for them. The
custom fit cup formed a perfect air tight seal around her full boosom.
After carfully checking each one, the doctor attached a tube at the tip
of each nipple and started the pump attached to them. A tiny set of
soft, hair thin brushes inside the nipple cups started to spin as the
suction started.
"mmmmm...." the sleepy milk maid cooed. "my milk...I can feel it..."
"Yes, Lisa...and soon it will flow."
In a moment, his prediction was confirmed as thick white cream began to
squirt in time with the pumps unstopping rythm. Lisa felt the tips of
her nipples being suckled by the soft cups covering them as each
pulsing squirt tickled her boobs from deep inside to the tips of her
nipples. The soft, hypnotic hum of the pump made Lisa relax even more
deeply. A warm, rythmic throbbing passed from the cups as they gently
suckled and kneeded Lisa's boobs. She wiggled in the chair pulling
against the straps that held her there as the cups hummed steadilly
over her chest.
"Very good, Lisa. You're doing very well. Now, I will leave the pump
on for half an our this evening. After we're finished milking you,
I'll help you get ready to leave."
"Yes, doctor," Lisa dreamlly replied.
The pump continued it's work without slowing down for 30 minutes. Each
nipple was firmly gripped by a complex device the doctor had made.
Each of these nipple cups closed and opened gently, like a pair of tiny
lips suckeling her and emptying her milk into the tubes attached at the
end of each one. Finally, they were turned off. Lisa felt a strange
numbing tingle when the now familiar sensations stopped and the tubes
were removed.
The doctor removed the outer cups from each breast leaving the nipple
cups behind.
"Lisa, these devices attached to your nipples can not be
removed....they will always be with you, but you will not even notice
them from now on. Also, after you get dressed you will not remember
any of this. You will come in every week from now on to be milked, but
you will think that this is for a routine cleaning, alright?"
"Yes, I must come back every week."
"Also, Lisa...you will suggest to all of your friends that they come in
as well."
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