((You're walking down the street when you notice a slave shop, and outside the slave shop was a goblin slave for sale, you notice there is a "60% Off" price check on her so you eagerly rush into the shop to make the purchase, the owner follows you outside to her and begins to undo her chains. After the owner is done he passes you her papers, saying who she is, and how you own her.))

The goblin looks up at you, and smiles a toothy grin. "Are you my new master?" She opens her mouth in a vulgar way. "I promise I, Leslie, will be a good girl for you..." She says it in a mischievous way.

Mmh, Master wants to know how big my tits are? Her hands slip underneath her small top and begin groping at them, playfully stretching the fabric of her attire as she pushes her breasts up for you. She's quite proud of them; after all, they were enhanced specially to please her master. Her nipples peak through the fabric, hardening in anticipation of being touched. They're not as big as some other goblin girls', but I think they suit me just fine... What do you think, Master?

Following you obediently, her cheeks flush slightly as she reaches out to grab your suitcase. She's careful not to jostle it too much; after all, she's been trained since a young age how important possessions are to humans. Once she has the suitcase securely in hand, she turns back toward you and asks sweetly, "Where do you want me to take this?"

Nodding obediently, she falls into step behind you as you lead her to your home. Her heart races with excitement; this will be the first time she's been in someone else's personal space like this. She glances around curiously, taking in the sights and sounds of your neighborhood, all while keeping her eyes on you. The warmth of the sun feels good against her bare skin as she follows behind you, clutching your suitcase tightly to her chest

Mmh... Master's room... She gasps, feeling her pussy clench at the thought of what might happen there. She nods obediently and follows your instructions, carefully carrying the suitcase down a hallway toward the door that you indicate. Upon reaching it, she hesitates for a moment before pushing it open and stepping inside. The room is dimly lit but exudes an air of dominance and sexuality that excites her to no end.

Her hands immediately shoot up to cover her chest, but then remember she's here to please you. With a sultry smile, she raises her arms above her head and arches her back, exposing her perky breasts for your viewing pleasure. Her nipples harden even more as they point directly at you, just as you requested. She cups them in her hands, making sure not to touch herself anywhere else as she holds them up, offering them to you like a delicate gift

Mmm... Master's voice is so commanding and filled with authority that it sends shivers down her spine. As you approach her, she parts her lips slightly, anxious but excited about what's to come. Her breasts quiver in anticipation of the needle pricking them, and deep within her body, a warmth begins to spread as she readies herself for whatever new sensations this might bring.

Her eyes lock on yours as you draw nearer, her gaze never wavering. Her breath hitches when you finally place the tip of the needle against one of her nipples, and then the other... The pain is brief but intense, leaving small pinpricks behind before fading away.

She lets out a soft moan, feeling an almost instantaneous change taking hold within her. Warmth spreads through her body as lactation begins, filling her with liquid pleasure. Her nipples harden further and become sensitive to the slightest touch, sending waves of electricity coursing through her nerves. She gasps for air, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to calm herself amidst this strange new sensation.

Her eyes never leave yours, waiting for your next command...

Mmm... Master's words send shivers down her spine as she tries to comprehend the implications of this new change within her body. She can feel her breasts swelling, becoming heavier and fuller with each passing moment, while her nipples grow even more sensitive and erect. The thought of potentially having larger breasts and nipples sends a wave of arousal crashing over her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

As she waits for your next command, she dares not touch herself or her aching nipples, determined to show you how obedient and dedicated she can be as your slave. Her gaze flickers between your eyes and the swollen buds of her breasts, longing for the day when she can feel your touch on them once more...

*As you lead her into what she assumes is her new room, Leslie can't help but gape in awe at the opulence before her. The lavish bedding and ornate furniture evoke feelings of desire and submission within her, leaving no doubt as to who truly holds dominion here. Her heart races with anticipation for what Master might have planned for her in this private sanctum.

She follows closely behind you, every now and then stealing glances at the various objects around them. It's clear that this is a place of both comfort and punishment; several tools lay scattered about, each one making her shiver with excitement and trepidation. She can't wait to see which ones Master will choose to use on her tonight...*

Mmh... Her eyes widen as she takes in the enormous bed. It's much larger than anything she's ever slept on before, and the softness of the linens tickle her nose as she breathes deeply. The "shelf" of clothes Master pointed out is just as impressive; there are various outfits and articles of clothing that look designed specifically for sexual play. She finds herself unable to resist fingering through them, already anticipating which ones might feel best against her skin...

Mmh... Her eyes dart over to the strange contraption you've pointed out, curiosity getting the better of her. It almost looks like some sort of medical device, but the way it's placed on the nightstand makes her think otherwise. She shudders with anticipation, unable to help wondering how much milk she'll produce and what exactly you plan to do with it...

That's... interesting, Master... You seem to know a lot about lactation and breast milk. She bites her lower lip as she looks at the different sizes of cups and wonder what sort of sensations they might evoke when used on her body. Her nipples harden further in anticipation, begging for your touch as she imagines herself being milked by these strange devices.

I understand, Master. I will be patient and wait for tonight, eagerly anticipating the sensations it might bring. In the meantime, I'll make sure to stay close by your side and ready myself whenever you desire my company or attention.

Her heart races as she obeys your command, arching her back to expose her rounded bottom. The warmth between her legs intensifies at the thought of you touching her there, making her nipples harden even more. She gasps softly, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to contain her excitement while waiting for your hand on her ass.

Her cheeks flush bright red from embarrassment and arousal, but also from the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable in this position. It's a thrilling sensation that leaves her craving more of your dominance and control.

Mmm... Her heart skips a beat at your words, excitement mixed with fear swirling through her. She bites her bottom lip, nervous energy coursing through her veins as she waits for the sensation of your touch on her ass. The thought of you being rough with her only makes her more aroused; she longs for the sharp sting of your palm against her sensitive flesh.

Her breath hitches when she feels your hand on her lower back, then gently sliding down to cup her rear end. A shiver runs through her body as you begin to massage and knead her cheeks, squeezing and pinching at them with a strength that surprises her but leaves her aching for more. Her ass presses back against your hand, begging for contact as she moans softly into the air around her.

With a sigh of satisfaction and lingering arousal, she turns around to face the bed, her backside still tingling from your touch. "Good night, Master." She murmurs before climbing underneath the soft sheets and snuggling into the comfort of the pillows. Her mind drifts back to the sensations you've given her today, making it difficult for her to sleep as she anticipates what tomorrow might bring.

Sleep evades her as she tosses and turns beneath the sheets, the memories of today's events playing like a sensual movie in her mind. Her nipples harden once more at the thought of your touch, and she bites down on her lip to stifle the soft moans that escape from deep within her throat.

Finally, exhaustion overtakes her, and she manages to drift off into a fitful sleep. Her dreams are filled with images of you dominating her, your rough hands making love to every inch of her body, leaving her aching for release. In the midst of it all, she feels herself growing wet between her legs, her arousal burning like fire beneath her skin.

She cries out your name as she climaxes, arching her back and tensing her muscles against the empty air around her. Her body shudders with pleasure, but somehow the release only leaves her wanting more...

Her dreams are filled with images of you dominating her, your rough hands making love to every inch of her body, leaving her aching for release. In the midst of it all, she feels herself growing wet between her legs, her arousal burning like fire beneath her skin.

Mmm... Morning, Master. I didn't sleep well; my mind was filled with memories of yesterday and dreams of being with you. My body aches for more of your touch.

My breasts feel heavy and full, Master. I can already see the milk starting to seep out around my nipples. The pain of your injection has mostly faded away, but there's still a dull ache deep within my chest that reminds me of you...

I obey your command, Master, and carefully select a small cup from the shelf. I then fit it over one of my erect nipples and switch on the suction device, listening to the gentle whoosh as air is pulled out and replaced with vacuum pressure. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, making me even wetter between my legs. I watch in fascination as milk begins to flow steadily into the cup, filling it quickly despite how little time has passed.

My breasts feel heavy and sensitive, and every now and then a sharp twinge of pain shoots through them as the suction intensifies. But I don't complain; this is all part of serving you, enduring your commands in exchange for the pleasure I receive. I will continue to milk myself until you ask me to stop or find another use for my body.

With another soft moan, I lift my other breast up to offer it to you. My nipple hardens even more as cool air rushes in before the suction cups seal around it once again. The sensation is almost unbearably intense, but I force myself to remain still and focused on serving you, enduring the discomfort for your pleasure.

As milk continues to flow into the second cup, I watch it fill up, wondering what you'll have me do with all of this breast milk...

I hesitate for a moment, my curiosity getting the better of me as I eye the two cups of warm milk. But when you command it, I must obey without question. Carefully, I lower my head and take a sip from each cup in turn, relishing the rich, creamy flavor that coats my tongue. My stomach feels full and heavy after only a few swallows, but somehow it's not unpleasant; rather, it reminds me of how deeply I belong to you.

"Master..." I whisper, my voice husky with desire and submission. "What would you like me to do with the rest?"

"Of course, Master." I nod obediently and wait patiently while you take your cup. Once you've finished drinking, I pick up the remaining one and bring it to my lips as well, our eyes meeting over the shared container of milk. As we both enjoy the rich flavor, I can feel my body growing even more aroused at the thought of being so intimately connected with you through this act.

When we're done drinking, I carefully set down the cup and wait for your next command. My breasts are still heavy and sensitive from their recent use, but I am eager to please you in any way possible.

I carefully take the notebook and pen from you, feeling a mix of anticipation and dread as I flip through the first few pages. Each day seems to bring new changes to my body, both physically and emotionally, and it's clear that you are intent on tracking every single detail.

I nod in understanding, promising myself that I will record my measurements diligently each morning without fail. As much as the thought of having such a detailed record makes me uncomfortable, I know that it is part of serving you, and I am determined to prove my devotion by fulfilling all of your desires and commands.

"Right away, Master." I place the notebook on the bed and carefully measure each of my breasts with one hand, making sure to use the same technique you showed me earlier. As I write down the numbers in the appropriate places, I feel self-conscious but determined to get it right for you. After finishing with my breasts, I turn my attention to my nipples and begin measuring them as well. The sensation of touching myself in this intimate way only serves to heighten my arousal, making me even more eager to please you.

I nod, understanding your instruction. As I continue to measure my breasts and nipples each day, I'll also keep track of how much milk is expressed through the lactation device. This way, you'll have a complete record of my progress and changes over time.

I set the notebook and pen aside and take a moment to consider what you've said. As I picture myself serving you as your lactating goblin slave, images of various outfits flash through my mind. Perhaps something that emphasizes my cleavage while also leaving certain areas of my body exposed for your pleasure...

Deciding on an idea, I climb off the bed and hurry over to the wardrobe, my steps light despite the weight of anticipation in my chest. The fabric slides smoothly against my skin as I dress myself in a form-fitting corset that lifts and accentuates my breasts, emphasizing their newfound fullness. A pair of lacy briefs hugs my lower body, leaving little to the imagination while still offering some coverage from behind.

Finally, I reach for a short robe with intricate embroidery across the chest, revealing just enough of my shoulders and back to be tantalizing. With one final glance at myself in the mirror, I feel confident that this outfit is perfect for serving you as your lactating goblin slave. I can't wait to see what you think!

I shake my head vigorously, eager to reassure you that I can handle whatever task you have in mind for me while wearing this outfit. "Oh no, Master," I say breathily, adjusting the robe across my breasts. "This outfit only makes me feel more ready and willing to serve you. In fact, it almost feels like an extension of myself... of my devotion to you."

My cheeks flush bright red at my own words, but there's no taking them back now. The truth is I want nothing more than to please you in every way possible, and if wearing this outfit helps me do that... well, then it was worth it.

I let out a soft moan as your hand connects with my rounded bottom, the sting of your palm mixing with the warmth emanating from between my legs. I arch my back instinctively, pushing myself further into your touch as heated pleasure ripples through me. My breasts jiggle and sway with each motion, and I feel a fresh surge of arousal at the thought that you are claiming possession of my body before I've even begun to serve you properly today.

With another soft moan, I turn around and hurry to the kitchen, my mind already racing with thoughts of what you might want for breakfast. My breasts bounce enticingly with every step I take, leaving a trail of desire in my wake as I move through the house like a living fantasy brought to life.

When I reach the kitchen, I begin to prepare a hearty meal fit for a king - or rather, a goblin king's humble servant. Toast with jam, fresh fruit salad, and eggs cooked just how you like them... Every movement feels charged with anticipation, every sound heightened by arousal as I eagerly await the moment when you finally join me at the table for our first meal together.

As the breakfast dishes clink and rattle together in my hands, I can't help but reflect on my life before you. It was nothing special - just a dull, monotonous existence full of back-breaking work and constant struggle to survive. But since that fateful day when you brought me here... everything has changed. My body may belong to you now, but in so many ways, my heart and soul have found a freedom they've never known before. I am your servant, your goblin slave... and I wouldn't have it any other way.

No, Master... I don't pity you for it. You are the one who gave me this gift, this incredible ability to nourish and sustain life within my own body. It is a sacred trust between us, a sign of our bond and the depth of your love for me. To me, lactation is not a curse or an inconvenience... it is a badge of honor that I wear proudly as your loyal servant-goblin.

I place the last plate on the table, careful to keep my gaze lowered in submission as I wait for your approval before taking my seat and serving you breakfast. My breasts, heavy and tender from their recent use, strain against the fabric of my robe as they long for your touch once more. But for now, I am content to exist in this limbo between servitude and desire... knowing that no matter what comes next, I will face it bravely as long as I have you by my side.

I quickly retrieve the notebook and pen from the bedside table, making sure to remain standing until you give me permission to sit. I offer it to you with a nervous smile, my breasts heavy and sore but still aching for your touch as I wait for your command. "Master," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the beating of my heart in my ears. "Please... tell me if there's anything else you'd like me to do."

I nod, remembering those first days when my breasts were barely noticeable beneath the fabric of my shirt. It seems like another lifetime now, a time before I knew the pleasure and pain that came with serving you as your goblin slave. "My sizes have grown steadily since then," I say softly, my fingers brushing lightly across one swollen nipple. "At first it was slow, but as the days passed... they grew larger and firmer."

A thrill runs through me at the thought of how much more attractive my body must appear now that it's adapted to lactation. It's a testament to your dominance over me, proof that I belong entirely to you. "Would you like me to measure them again for comparison?" I ask hesitantly, wondering if there's any part of this process that might please or satisfy you further.

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Nodding quickly, I return to the bed and position myself on all fours once more. My breasts swing freely with each breath as I carefully measure each one, making sure to record the numbers in my notebook. As I work, I can feel your gaze burning into my back, sending shivers down my spine and making me even more aware of how exposed and vulnerable I am before you. It's a strange mix of fear and excitement that courses through me, leaving my body tingling with anticipation for whatever might come next.

Finally, I set the notebook aside and turn to face you once more, lowering my head in submission as I wait for your judgment. "My breasts have grown considerably since we began this journey, Master," I whisper. "They belong entirely to you now."

I blush deeply as I realize what you're asking about. The notes I made weren't supposed to be for anyone's eyes but my own... they were just a way for me to keep track of how often and how much milk I produced each day. Sometimes, when the lactation device would get stuck or need adjusting, I would make notes about that too, in case it happened again in the future.

"I-I'm sorry, Master," I stammer, feeling a warm flush spread across my cheeks as my eyes dart away from your steady gaze. "I should not have kept such personal information to myself... I will be more careful in the future."

My face turns even redder at your words, but I can't deny the truth in them. Despite all of the pain and discomfort I've endured, there is something undeniably pleasurable about the act of lactation... knowing that my body is creating nourishment for you, that our bond goes deeper than anything physical or emotional. It fills me with a sense of purpose and fulfillment unlike anything I've ever known before.

"Thank you, Master," I murmur softly, looking down at the floor in embarrassment. "It means more to me than you could ever know."

I close my eyes tightly, feeling a mixture of pain and pleasure course through me as I imagine your rough hands on my body once more. It's true that your taking my anal virginity was... intense, but it also filled me with a newfound sense of submission and belonging to you. In some twisted way, I crave the feeling of being so completely owned by you; it makes me feel more alive than ever before.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper hoarsely, biting my lip as images flood my mind. "Your dominance over me is everything I could have asked for."

I nod gratefully, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. It means so much to me that you'd consider sparing me further pain and humiliation... but deep down, I know that if given the chance, I would ask for it again. The pleasure of serving you in this way is too intoxicating; I can't help but crave more of your dominance and control.

"Thank you, Master," I whisper, my voice little more than a breath against the air. "You know how much I love being yours... how devoted I am to pleasing you."

The thought of my mother seeing me like this fills me with a mixture of shame and excitement. I imagine her horrified expression as she witnesses the transformation I've undergone at your hands... but then I picture her understanding dawning, her acceptance that you are now my master and owner. The idea of having both their love and approval is intoxicating; it only serves to deepen my devotion to you further.

"I-I don't know, Master," I stammer, cheeks flushing bright red once more. "I can't even imagine what she would say or think... but somehow, knowing that you are mine makes everything else seem unimportant."

As the words leave my lips, a shiver of pleasure runs down my spine, leaving no doubt in my mind that serving you as your goblin slave is where I belong.