I am going to hide this post on a Sunday am… I am worried it will get me flamed…
A few years ago, I was talking to a dominant sort of guy, and he said… if you were mine, I would force your body into lactation… just for me, just for my pleasure.
I was pretty horrified. Women breastfeeding has always made me feel squidgy. I am more than happy for women to breastfeed, but I think they should cover up with a receiving blanket or something of the sort. It actually made me queasy to watch a woman nursing, and I almost passed out when I saw a woman nurse her three year old son in a place I was working. The infamous Time magazine cover? Turned me chartreuse.
I told him that the thought was revolting to me… and why did he want it. His answer? All of you would be mine, and I think that is the most erotic and perverted body modification. To take something beautiful and natural and make it entirely about sex. You don’t have to be pregnant… I will work you and pump you, even if I have to tie you down, and I will make it happen. You will produce for me.
The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on… a few nights later, after having done some internet research into the hows and whys, I masturbated to one of the better orgasms I have ever had alone. It was like something in me clicked… that for me, maybe it had always made me uncomfortable because I was wired backwards for this… for me, it WAS about sex.. and not about nurturing.
Ok. I am a pervert. I get it.
He and I never hooked up (one of these ‘Doms’ who is all talk, but when confronted with the living, breathing reality of what they want, runs screaming…) but it became sort of a… obsession not the right word… its a something though. A dream, perhaps?
In the erotic lactation community, there are three different sorts. One are the people who want an ANR or an Adult Nursing Relationship. They want the experience of nursing on Mommy again. NO NO NO! This isn’t what interests me. I don’t want to be any man’s mom. The others are the ones who want to use a woman in all the ways she can be used. That would be where I fit in. There are also hucows who want to be treated like a barn animal and dehumanized. That wouldn’t be me. I still want to be a woman. Like a milkmaid. Perhaps the odd moment with a goat milker, but I would feel damn silly mooing.
It is the entire package… apparently it hurts to induce. One must be sucked, manipulated or pumped for at least two hours a day. (hour in the morning, hour in the evening) but more is better. Manual stimulation is better, but pumping with a mechanical pump can work as well. There are many good websites on this. I wont get into it here.
Some of the stories and porn of this are fascinating. Sadly, a great deal of the porn is Asian and the women squeak like frogs in a blender. The rare occasions of non Asian porn, and the women are really skanky looking. Sadly, a great deal of the non skanky porn are recently gravid women who spray their bounty onto mirrors or windows for the camera. Then there is the Hucow porn, which is wonderful and horrid… (google petra the Hucow if you want a real *blink* moment) I find it fascinating, but I know I truly wouldn’t want to be dehumanized like that. Maybe later today I will post something I wrote for another potential Daddy… who, again… turned out to be a fake… (the continued story of my life…)
It makes a girl incredibly dependent on her Daddy or master… breasts that aren’t tended to regularly can become incredibly full and painful. He can instruct her on what to eat to change the flavour of what is his. He can have her ride him so that as she rides, the milk streams from her and onto him… or he can suckle as she bucks and writhes on his penis. He can use the milk to lubricate her breasts as he wraps them around his penis and fucks them.
A million household uses. Apparently, he can even second hand drink from her… If she is drunk, her milk can be somewhat alcoholic.
No… I don’t see myself as a cow… I hate the expressions from the scene -udders or milkers. I prefer milkmaid. It conjures up the image of 17th century pastoral images of shepherdesses and the Hameau de la Reine of Marie Antoinette. I am more of a doll… dressed up, corseted, with just more than the usual excitements available.
Have I done it yet? No. To do it alone loses most attraction. It is the journey that is as erotic as the destination… but I can dream.