Josh and Mike were two friends who were entrepreneurs. But their business was conceived on the underworld of the BDSM culture. They knew in the big city they lived the offer they had in their head could flourish because they had made market research prior to their launching.
The idea was to have a big room where female slaves could be brought either to punishment or to become hucows. The BDSM scene was lacking such a place. So they rented a house near the city's suburbs where their clients could not be bothered. They spread the word among their peers. The idea wasn't to launch with a big party, but to make money, little by little, and spread the word to people who were not themselves still into BDSM, but were kinky enough to give their place a go. It had rules, though. They would accept female slaves brought by their masters, everyone would have to sign an agreement, punishment would be held with a proper safe word, men, in general, would be accepted, unless they had prior bad behavior in the BDSM circle.
Hucows would be taken to a room where any man could suck on their breasts, as long as they wanted. They would endure it for 4 hours maximum, but the pack would depend on the master's will. If he wanted to leave the slave there for a week or for a whole transformation, that'd be his choice.
Some men - they would be called the breeders - would also have access to the slave's pussies, if the master allowed. Cum being pumped on their cunts wouldn't hurt lactation, they guessed.
The other room would be for punishment. They had all sorts of requests from masters and cuckholds that liked to watch their women being split open by some hard, thick, and long cocks. The punishment sessions would be held in public, so the other slaves could see what happened if they misbehaved.
On their first day, two masters showed up with their slaves. One of them, Clint, was wondering if the transformation on a hucow could be made by their company. Mike was a doctor, and he transformed the meeting room into a little examination room with a gynecologist bed and some books that he found about gynecology and lactation. He told Clint
"look, it's a long process if the woman isn't pregnant yet. it may take some months for her to be lactating, and it requires a lot of stimulation".
Clint's cock started to get stiff, and he asked if they could do an agreement :
look, could I leave my slave here with you for the day and pick her up at night? That way she could be your business starter - I am pretty sure that anyone would love to suck these tits and see the transformation. And you can give her to me at night, I will continue on sucking her to speed up the process".
Clint's slave started to get wet. She was almost on her period, so her nipples were sensitive. Mike looked at her and asked her to lay on his doctor's bed.
Clint, can I examine your slave?
You can, sure. What will you be examining?, he asked, slightly rubbing his cock.
I will measure her breasts, do a blood test to check on her prolactin, and also if you let me measure the depth and width of her cunt. This is important because if one day she misbehaves and you need to punish her, we got to know how much she can take.
