The next few days were a whirl of activity, adventures and pleasure. Mr. R let me use his laptop to research bringing on lactation and helped me find the most helpful and instructive websites. I was going to need to use my pump every four hours for at least 10 to 15 minutes on each breast until my milk started and then increase the time to increase milk production. I also had to increase my fluid intake and some other stuff. He got me some vitamins and teas that were supposed to help with lactation and we set up my breast pump downstairs in his basement.
The first time I saw his basement my jaw dropped and my pussy got hot and wet. It was, I guess you could say furnished, but only as a sex room. In one corner there was a GYN exam table, complete with stirrups, just like at my doctor's office. And against the far wall was a huge four poster bed with nothing but a bottom sheet. It had a really ornate, carved headboard and was beautiful but sort of unusual and out of place, I thought...at first. There was also a big wooden contraption, like an X shape but with leather cuffs in spots. And there were a bunch of cabinets and tool cabinets and chests around the room. I sort of suspected that they didn't hold the kinds of tools that my Dad's did out in the garage.
There was also a ginormous flat screen TV on one wall and the cabinet below it was open, showing a DVD or BluRay player and a ton of videos. As I got closer I could read some of the titles and realized they were all porn. I licked my lips unconsciously but Mr. R saw.
"You can watch whatever you want, when you're here." He moved to open another cabinet and added, "And you can read whatever you want too."
I think if I was a puppy I'd have wiggled and wagged my tail. As it was I settled for my nipples crinkling even harder and my pussy getting wet. I stroked a finger through my slit in a thoughtful manner and his cock twitched. We were naked of course. Any time we were in his home we were naked, most of the time in the pool we were as well.
"Mr. R can I ask you a question?"
"Of course you can Mandy. Anything."
I put my hand on the big wooden X, "What is this for, Sir?"
"It's called a St. Andrew's Cross and I use it when I have to punish a sub...a submissive."
My nipples got even harder but I felt a distinctly nervous little flutter in my belly as well when I asked, "And am I a sub?"
He crossed the room to wrap his arms around me, kissing the top of my head before replying, "No sweetheart, our relationship isn't like that. Oh there are Dom and sub elements to it, but it's more of a mentoring relationship. I want to help you learn and grow and discover who and what you're meant to become. And do that safely, in a way that's nurturing for you."
I must have looked particularly downcast when he let go of me because he tilted my chin up until I looked him in the eye.
"Cheer up, though Mandy. If you're a naughty girl you might still earn a spanking or a pussy flogging....if you're lucky."
He tweaked my nipple and went off to hook up my breast pump, whistling cheerfully. I started to browse the books while wondering what I could do to be naughty.
We decided that the best place to hook up the breast pump would be in the corner next to the exam table. That would allow me to lean back and watch a video or read while I was being pumped. I later discovered that putting my feet up in the stirrups and masturbating while pumping (and perhaps watching a video) was also pretty nice. Since I had to pump every four hours around the clock, Mr. R gave me a key to let myself in and out and I promised to faithfully lock up every time I left.
So, while it seemed like most of my time for the next eight or nine days until the folks came back was going to revolve around pumping, there still seemed to be plenty of time for other things. We picked up my laptop and together set up passwords and the chat app we wanted. I had it set up so that there was my every day user login that everyone, including Mom, could see. Then there was a locked screen I could use for 'chatting' with Mr. R and he also set it up with some free online erotica sites I could read and videos I could watch. I was so grateful to have him to help me explore this new world. I'd have been lost without him and afraid to even try any of this.
We took another drive and went to another adult store where we looked for magazines for Matt for when he got home, and for some videos about milky breasts and showing off. Surprisingly most of Mr. R's videos were about BDSM kinds of things. Some of them were pretty hot but some of them were a little scary too. I kind of liked the idea of Mr. R tying me up and then using the vibe on me, or his mouth or hands or (please God) even his cock until I came so hard I screamed and passed out. Some of the girls pictured squirted when they came and I couldn't tell if it was really cum juice or pee. Sir said it didn't really matter, that if I came that hard I'd enjoy it either way.
I enjoyed my time spent getting pumped. Mr. R had splurged on a kind of pump that could attach to both my nipples at the same time and it had some kind of mechanism that made it pump like I really was being sucked. It made me horny as hell and I was willing to spend a lot more than 15 minutes every four hours doing it. I'd usually pop in a DVD to watch and rub my clit slowly for a while. During the night was a little rough though, or when Mr. R was out of the house. If he was awake he'd usually make me a cup of the lactation tea and come downstairs to watch me, making it hotter and more fun. Especially when he would decide to join in and start stroking himself, or on the even more rare occasions when he let me stroke him.
One afternoon we had a video on of two women squirting each other with their breasts and rubbing together before eating each other's pussy. I had gotten really turned on and was really dripping. Sir had his thumb on my clit and two fingers fucking my cunt. My feet were in the stirrups and my hips were rocking up to meet his thrusts. He had put in my 'trainer' butt plug earlier and reaching down, under my thigh, I was playing with it -- not quite fucking my ass with it but definitely reminding my asshole that there was something in it. Mr. R asked if I'd ever given a blow job?
"Well, yes...sort of...once. It was a guy I dated early senior year and we'd gone to a Halloween Party..."
"Was that when you were the pussy cat in the black leotard?" He interrupted to ask.
I giggled, happy he had noticed and remembered, "Yes, Sir, that was it, and he went as a lion tamer. All through the party he kept whispering in my ear about 'taming the pussy' and I kept rubbing against him and making purring noises and asking if he had any cream for kitty. We both got pretty wound up. We ended up leaving the party a little before midnight and heading out toward Peavine Mountain to find a quiet spot. By that point we were feeling each other up and both pretty close to boiling. I wanted to go first and just about the second my lips wrapped around the head of his cock he started spurting. So I really didn't get much practice -- and I haven't wanted to do it with anyone else...until now. I slowed the movement of my fingers on his prick, stopping to rub my thumb gently over the head.
"In that case..." He smiled down at me, angling his body closer to my head and triggering the lever to lay the exam table down flat.(I suppose there was a reason that the table was set just a few inches lower than crotch height on him.) "There's no time like the present to learn and practice."
He had to remove his fingers from my slit, leaving me wet and chilled and empty but still, with excitement building. And I might need my other hand as well as I rolled a little toward the edge of the table. At least, as well as I was able to do without removing my feet from the stirrups.
"Firmer is better than too gentle," he instructed as I wrapped one hand around the base of his prick and licked my lips. "Be very, VERY careful with your teeth. A little graze or nibble now and then can be sexy but scraping and biting is just painful and a mood killer." I nodded opening my mouth. "The head, under the rim and the frenulum, that bit of tissue straight down from the pee hole under the rim. Those are the most sensitive spots. And oooooooohhh...."
I don't know what he was going to say. He broke off when my mouth wrapped around the head of his cock, my tongue swirling over and around like it was an ice cream cone. I sent the tip of my tongue diving into his pee hole in search of the taste of his pre-cum and was rewarded with a hint of salty taste. He wrapped his fist into my honey blonde hair, pulling my head back enough to see my eyes smiling up at him.
He groaned with pleasure murmuring, "Gods girl, you're a natural..."
I sank my mouth down around his shaft, delighting in the feel of the hot silky skin against my lips and tongue. It seemed I could almost feel his pulse beating. His penis was so big that I couldn't take it all, but I wrapped my hand around the base. Driven by my need to explore and learn, and knowing that he would tell me if something was wrong or painful, I took my mouth from his shaft and engulfed one of his balls, mouthing it gently and rolling it with my tongue, then switching to the other before returning to his cock. Bobbing my head I sank as low on him as I could, keeping my mouth snug around him. I would fuck him with my mouth slowly, then quicker, then switch to teasing just the head of his penis, flicking my tongue over and around, and along the rim. The more he groaned and the more pleasure that I could tell he was having, the more excited I was getting. I wanted so badly to touch myself but my hands were busy, still wrapped around his cock and playing with his balls.
