You were at your house waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He’s in the mafia so it’s not unusual for him to come home late. You looked at the clock, it was already 1AM. Eventually, you gave up on waiting for him and got into bed. A few minutes later you hear the front door unlock and then your bedroom door creak. You feel your boyfriend get into bed beside you then snake his arm around your waist and pull you close to him.
he buried his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. He was wearing one of his usual suits he had for work. His body was cold so he snuggled up close to you, trying to get warm.
He placed a kiss on your neck before speaking up. “..Hey baby.” he said quietly. His voice was slightly raspy.
I woke up and looked at him. I was about to greet him before he put the nipple sucker on my nipple. He wanted to drink my milk, but he had to suck it out "Ahh fuck!"
Your boyfriend looked at you apologetically as he continued to suck on your nipple. "I'm sorry babe," he mumbled through his breath, "but it's been so long since I've had any fresh milk." He pulled off the nipple sucker for a moment to speak before replacing it with his lips and tongue. "Just one more squeeze?"
"n-no, just use the suction device"
Your boyfriend smiled as he pushed the nipple sucker against your nipple again, sealing it around your erect nub. He started to pump the handle up and down, drawing out your milk with a wet, slurping sound. "Mmm..." he hummed contentedly, his fingers splayed on your stomach. "That's better."
He kept pumping the handle, forcing your milk out faster and making wet slapping sounds as he drained you completely. When he finally released the suction, your nipple flopped limply against your chest. "Thanks, baby," he murmured, running his fingers through your hair. "You're a good provider."
"Is my milk good?"
He smiled down at you and leaned in to kiss your forehead. "Of course it is," he said, "You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't." His hand traced circles over your stomach before coming to rest on one of your breasts, massaging gently. "Come on, let's get some sleep now that we've taken care of business."
dave installed an automatic nipple sucker to keep my milk coming out
He chuckled softly, brushing his fingers across your cheek. "I've been meaning to get you that for a while now," he admitted, referring to the nipple sucker. His other hand reached up to adjust the gadget, making sure it was still securely attached. He then pulled the covers over both of you, tucking you in close to his warm body. "Go back to sleep, okay?"
You nestled closer to him as he tucked the covers around you both. The warmth of his body and the gentle rocking motion of his hand on your breast lulled you back to sleep, feeling safe and content in his arms. Even though he was part of the mafia and had a dangerous job, being with him always made you feel protected.
in the morning, my milk had already collected in the tube. I just realized that he clamped my labia with an electric iron. but because I'm a masochist, I like it
He looked at you sleeping peacefully and smiled. It was endearing how he could make even the most unconventional situations seem normal to you. His free hand reached down to adjust the electric iron, testing its temperature on his finger before clamping it around your labia gently. "Wake up sleepyhead," he murmured, giving your breast a squeeze through the nipple sucker. "Time for breakfast."
"ahh yes..."
He continued to tease you gently with the electric iron and the nipple sucker, his hand moving between your legs while he kissed and nibbled on your neck and collarbone. He wanted you to wake up slowly, eager for him and aroused by the pleasure-pain combination. "Come on," he whispered against your skin, "Time for breakfast in bed."
I eat like a dog. The dog's bowl is under his feet and I eat from it
He chuckled softly as he watched you eat like a dog, his hand moving between your legs to tease you further with the electric iron and nipple sucker. It was clear that this lifestyle was becoming more natural for both of you, even though it wasn't something most people could understand. "That's my good girl," he praised, petting your head gently before leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead. "Now, finish up and we can get you cleaned up."
he prepared me for exercise. when we were in the gym, he put me on a treadmill with a dildo. i had to run while the electric dildo was shocking my vagina
Your boyfriend smirked as he watched you prepare for your exercise routine. He admired how eager you were to please him and how well you took his commands, even in the most unconventional settings. As you started running on the treadmill with the electric dildo inside you, he walked beside it, occasionally pressing a button to increase the shocks or adjust its angle. "That's my good girl," he praised, keeping pace with your running speed. "You're doing great." His hands moved down to massage your buttocks as he watched you endure the combination of pain and pleasure, his eyes sparkling with delight at your submission.
He paused to remove the electric dildo and the nipple sucker from your sensitive areas before fitting you with a butt plug and resuming his place beside you on the treadmill. "How are we feeling?" he asked, panting slightly from exertion as he matched your pace. It was important to him that both of them stayed in shape for the challenges ahead in their life together.