For the next week, I had my breasts milked every two hours. I was feeling sort of robotic. The feeling came, I pumped it out. I was told to do this or that, I did this or that.
The following Friday night, however, things changed quite a bit. Charlene announced that I would be going out the following night.
"I can't go out, m'lady! Someone might recognize me!"
"Do you really think that anyone would recognize you, with those tits, that ass, the clothes you'll be wearing?"
"It doesn't matter! I'm so tall. I'll never fool anyone into thinking I'm a real girl!"
"That's probably right, Sweetie, but it makes no difference. We'll be going out, & that's that!"
So I moped & fumed & panicked all night. Charlene had me sleep with her again that night, though I hardly got any sleep, between the feedings & her groping my tits.
I arose before Charlene, & made a light breakfast for us both. Just as we finished eating, Mel & Rachael arrived, with some clothes for me. There were blouses that had no top buttons, so my cleavage would always be exposed to view. There were very short skirts that would show off my garter straps & stocking tops. There was one dress. It was an evening gown that I would never be able to wear with my corset, as it had an open back, & was also open to below my navel. There was a slit all the way up to my waist, on the left side. Otherwise, it was a beautiful dress, but I'd never want to wear it anywhere. I'd feel too exposed. There were also 4 more pairs of shoes, all with a very high heel, but none of them, thankfully, would lock onto my feet.
I had to model the clothes all morning, between 'feedings.'
By late afternoon, I was beginning to shake as I thought of taking this body out in public.
Mel & Rachael left around 4, & Charlene & I had a nice little light dinner. Then she decided to pick out my clothes for the evening. She chose a very short black leather skirt, & a very tight white blouse that really emphasized my huge tits. I wouldn't be wearing a bra, she said, or my corset, so I'd have to wear stay-ups. Then she presented me with a simple pouch on a circular strap. My cock & balls would go in the pouch & be held up in front by the strap around my waist! Everyone would be able to see that I had a cock, under my skirt!
"M'lady! Please," I cried. "If anyone sees me in this, I'll get my ass killed!"
"Nonsense," Charlene tut-tutted. "You have no idea where we're going tonight. Trust me that there's no need to panic."
She unlocked my heels, & I got dressed in the ridiculously provocative clothes.
'I'll either get raped, or killed, or both, tonight,' I thought to myself as I looked at the slut in the mirror.
I milked my tits just before we left, at 10:30. I took the breast pumps in my rather large black leather purse, which Charlene had provided. She also dumped in some lube, & two big dildos. I had no ID in there, just make up & sex toys. Then Charlene popped a big red butt plug in my ass, & declared that we were ready for a night out on the town.
I walked on shaking legs to her car, a rather big SUV, & got in on the passenger side.
She drove for a long time, taking me across the state line into Delaware. We drove even further until she pulled next to a rather nondescript little building. There was a simple neon "OPEN" sign in the window.
As we sat there in the parking lot, Charlene pulled a little remote out of her purse, & hit a button, which made the plug in my ass come alive with vibrations. She giggled at my gasp of surprise, & told me to be ready for anything. The dildo stopped in my ass, & she got out of the car. I slowly opened my door, & swung my legs out to stand on a gravel drive in my new 5 inch heels, It was tough to make it to the door without falling off my precarious perches, but I managed. She ushered me into a very dark room, & as my eyes adjusted to the low light, we wended our way to a bar running along the left side of the room.
We sat at tall bar stools, & a bare chested man came & took our drink orders. She ordered a white house wine, but I needed a Long Island Iced Tea, if I was going to stay in this gay bar.
"Careful, Sweetie," she laughed. "You wouldn't want to fall off your heels!"
There were several others in this section of the bar, mostly older men, who brushed up against me as they walked by. We drank our drinks, & then she wanted to go to the other room.
I followed her into a huge space, strangely lighted, with music booming from loud speakers. The music was thumping out a fucking beat, & the bass reached into my tits, it seemed. I looked into a mirrored wall to see my nipples sticking straight out like an invitation. The black lights made my torso glow. My tits looked like light bulbs to me. I wanted to run as far as I could, but sat down & let the drink settle my nerves.
I had no support under my breasts, & it felt very strange to me to feel them wobble so freely with every move I made. Of course, this made my nipples stand out hard as ever, & I was embarrassed about it.
"Look at your tits, Sweetie! They're glowing!"
"Thanks for reminding me," I said turning to see Rachael, to my surprise.
"You wanna dance?" Rachael asked me.
"I don't think I can dance in these heels, especially since I could never dance before all of this, anyway," I laughed.
She was having one of that, though. She took my hand, & pulled me up & out to the dance floor. I tried to find ways to move that didn't jiggle my tits too much, but it was impossible. The drink was setting in at this point, though, & I swayed to the music with her. Then, to my surprise, she leaned in & started rubbing our breasts together. her hands went to my ass, pulling up my skirt, showing off my butt to one & all. I had seen lesbians dance before, so I stuck my leg between hers, & started humping her as I ran my hands over her ass. She was wearing tight pants, though, so I couldn't expose her like she was doing to me. I leaned in & told her that this wasn't fair at all, as I uinzipped her fly.
No sooner than I had done that, though, she spun me on my toes. She lifted my skirt from behind, & pulled out my butt plug.
I gasped, & tried to move away from her, but Rachael was grinding her crotch into my ass, & I found it difficult just to stay on my feet. I was beginning to panic as she fished into her fly for her cock, & slipped it up to my asshole.
"What are you doing," I cried out. "Not here, for Christ's sake!"
Her cock popped past my sphincter, & I stood there helplessly as Rachael fucked me on the dance floor in front of a bunch of gay strangers. Her hands locked onto my breasts, & I wondered where she'd put the butt plug as she fucked me in the flashing lights.
Other people came to dance close around us. I felt many hands on my skin, on my clothes, but it was all so disorienting that I couldn't fight it, couldn't determine who was doing what to me. Rachael squeezed my tits hard as she came, flooding my ass with a huge load that felt so good, or would have, in other circumstances. As it was, I was panicked as I felt strange hands groping up under my skirt to feel my pouched cock & balls. someone freed them, & I felt my member swinging freely under my micro skirt, as Rachael's cock slipped out of my ass. To my horror, I felt her cum dripping down my leg.
"Look," someone shouted. "The cum glows in the black light!"
I looked down & saw a long glowing stream of Rachael's cum running down my black stocking. I was shocked & embarrassed, & nearly ran back to the table where Charlene & Mel sat, laughing at my situation.
Before I could sit down, however, Rachael joined us, & pulled my butt plug from her front pocket of her pants.
"Here, Sweetie. You'll want to put this back in before you sit down."
I looked helplessly at Charlene, who only nodded her head. I reached back & popped it into place right there, & then sat down. I tucked my parts back into the pouch, & I grabbed my drink & took a long draw. As I sat the drink back on the table, hands snaked around my torso to grip my breasts firmly, & a harsh voice whispered into my ear.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen in this bar! Come dance with me!"
I looked back to see a beautiful, tall, thin woman, with long dark hair. As I gaped at her, I discovered that she wasn't as tall as I'd thought, because she was wearing platform shoes. I looked to Charlene, who nodded her head at me.
I stood, slowly, & the woman took my hand, & escorted me onto the floor.
"Does she own you, little one?" she asked me, as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Only for the next 6 months," I growled.
"Ah, a trial period, then?"
"No," I answered. "Just punishment."
She laughed musically before responding.
