Chloe sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, she wasn't discontent with her looks, far from it. She was, however, unhappy in her life. Alone and depressed. She grew up in various foster homes until she aged out of the care system. She fared a lot better than her counterparts, she found a decent but small flat to rent and had a steady, yet boring job at a bookstore. She should be happy with her no drama, humdrum life. Chloe couldn't, Chloe was made for a more subservient lifestyle.
She desired to be claimed, owned and used by someone, anyone, whether they be a Master or Mistress. She needed order and a regime. When not at work she would often find herself wasting the day reading smutty books or watching porn. Mindless and uncaring of her environment. The only activity she planned out was her milking.
Poor, unfortunate Chloe developed early and massively. When she reached 16, her breasts were already bulging out of her G cup bras and by 18, she began to lactate. To her horror, the doctor's were baffled, she was not pregnant nor were there any other reasons why her hormones were high but they were. The only treatment that helped the swelling and pain was to regularly milk herself. First thing in morning, once she returned from work in the afternoon and again before bed.
A silver lining in all this, was that she gained an extra source of income. She sold her milk online. Some went to mothers who could not produce any of their own and some went to other people who just preferred the taste to cow milk. She didn't judge, the extra cash paid for her membership to a BDSM club where she hoped to find the perfect Master or Mistress.
Shaking off her melancholy, Chloe picked up her coat and went out the door.
