succumbed to horny switch thoughts

"I--I'm sorry," Loretta murmured, her eyes glassy and her brow furrowed in vacant confusion as she stood on the threshold with a hesitant expression on her face. "I think I might need, um… help again?" Her quizzical pause made it clear that she wasn't exactly sure what she needed help with, but the two dark stains on the front of her light gray dress made it immediately clear to Pauline. Even as she watched, the faintest trickle of milk began to saturate the fabric, gathering where Loretta's nipples rubbed up against the cloth before slowly dripping out onto the tiled floor of Pauline's foyer.

Pauline's face in turn took on a sympathetic expression, and she took Loretta by the elbow and quickly replied with a warm, cooing, "Of course, sweetie," before leading her inside and over to the couch. "Don't you worry about a thing, pretty girl, you've come to exactly the right place," Pauline reassured the dazed and befuddled brunette, guiding her down to her knees on the floor before bending her over so that her head rested on the cushions and her massive tits hung low and heavy with the weight of their accumulated milk. Within moments, Pauline had slipped a broad metal trough underneath them, and as soon as it was in place she gripped the stretchy collar of Loretta's dress and yanked it down to expose a vast expanse of pale, leaking titflesh.

"There we go, ohhh, you're such a good girl," Pauline purred, finding Loretta's long rubbery nipples with her fingers and beginning to tug on them in a practiced rhythm. "I know, those big heavy udders of yours just get so full that it's hard to think about anything else, isn't it? It's so hard to think. It's so hard to think. It's so hard to think." She repeated the words again and again until she heard Loretta muttering along with them under her breath, the gushing spurts of milk emptying out her mind and her tits at the same time until she didn't even have the wit to wonder why she kept coming back to Pauline every time she needed to pump, let alone the more complicated question of what made her lactate so heavily in the first place. She only knew it felt good to return, to crouch, and to submit, and that was about as much intelligence as Pauline needed out of her.

"That's my brainless little cow," Pauline murmured, crouching over Loretta and reaching around her to tug more and more milk out of the hypnotized woman's teats. She pressed her thigh up against Loretta's cunt, and was gratified to notice that it was only a matter of moments before the brunette began to mindlessly, helplessly grind against her in a gesture of pure animal lust. Loretta was always so horny after Pauline milked her; it was one of the reasons she kept doing this, although she'd be lying if she said she didn't get a charge out of the sheer, simple fact of her neighbor's dehumanization. It gave Pauline the most potent rush of power to look at her normally sharp, vivacious friend and see nothing more than a vacuous piece of livestock looking back at her, and Pauline had no intention of ever letting Loretta out of her control.

And thankfully, the regimen of regular milking meant she didn't have to. "Deeper and deeper, sweetie," Pauline husked out, and she was intensely gratified to hear a long, lowing moo escape her friend's lips in lieu of words.

"please, i need to cum so bad. please, please, please, please. i can cum more than once if you need me to."

"Someone's been listening to her files again," Kara chuckled, kicking off her shoes and setting down her purse as she looked at her girlfriend with a wry, seductive grin. It wasn't exactly difficult to tell what was on Liana's mind, not when she greeted Kara in the tiny foyer of their one-bedroom apartment wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a dopey, dizzy smile, and all the stresses of a long day at the office fell away when Kara looked at her blissfully obedient submissive and found herself settling almost effortlessly into the delicious headspace of topping her pretty pet. "Do I have a dumb little cow waiting for me?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

Liana let out a vacant giggle in response, lifting her shirt to reveal a shelf of pale titflesh capped by broad, puffy pink nipples that never failed to make Kara instantly wet. "Well say moo then, sweetie," Kara cooed, staring at her lover's breasts with a possessive gaze as she heard Liana let out a long, lowing sound around the fabric that now filled her mouth like an impromptu gag. Kara's submissive needed to hold the hem of her t-shirt between her lips while she showed off her chest; it was the only way she could keep both hands free to play with her big cow udders. And nothing pleased Kara more than watching her pretty girl bounce and jiggle her boobs for Kara's entertainment. "That's my good cow," she sighed, turning her sober and sensible business outfit into a heap of discarded clothing as she stripped down for sex.

Once she was naked, Kara reached in between Liana's broad, curvy thighs to play with her plump labia, gratified to notice that her obedient slut was already sopping wet in anticipation of her touch. Kara and Liana finished work at almost the same time every afternoon, but with Liana's job only a few blocks away from their suburban apartment and Kara's a full hour away by train, it usually left the dark-haired woman with plenty of time to listen to the special files Kara made for her by the time Kara got home. Combined with a regimen of diligent edging and plenty of positive reinforcement, and Kara had gotten accustomed to arriving back at her doorstep to find a slick, needy, utterly brainwashed fucktoy waiting for her. "That's my good cow," she purred, guiding Liana down onto her hands and knees with her udders dangling seductively beneath her.

She gave Liana a nice long milking, tugging rhythmically on the submissive's puffy pink nipples until Liana was mooing and moaning in rapt, shuddery bliss on the living room floor. It was probably a good thing Kara had taken the opportunity to more fully and firmly gag her with the shirt--they had understanding neighbors, yes, but they also had thin walls and self-control was low on the list of priorities for the hypnotized woman right now. She was far more interested in the pulses of lust pooling in her swollen clit and the visions of spraying milk that filled her empty, mesmerized mind. Liana wasn't actually lactating, but when Kara told her, "You can feel your tits leaking for me, can't you, pretty girl?" Liana's brainwashed brain easily bridged the gap between thought and reality.

They wound up locked in a tight sixty-nine, licking each other to a series of orgasms that washed away any tensions or frustrations from work and left them both blissfully sated. Then it was time to cuddle and do aftercare, a necessary break from their day before they started thinking about dinner… a process inevitably interrupted by another session of erotic hypnosis and wild, passionate sex.

You giggled to yourself, something not really given any thought as you feel heat pool to the pit of your stomach. You were overwhelmingly aroused, and the chase that your partner had put you through had definitely got your heart thumping.

You round the corner, following where the light trail ended and entering a bedroom to a house that wasn't yours. Your partner had suggested going to a party, having the two of you pop an edible before entering, and since then, the night had been an exhilarating blur.

Just imagining myself lounging around at home while my s/o is working tirelessly at their desk. They haven't taken a break as they know they have to get this work finished but they're nowhere near done.

So I decide to waltz myself over to their home office and take my usual spot under the desk, but I simply place my chin on the base of the chair between their legs, like a puppy craving attention from it's owner.

"I'm sorry baby but I'm so busy right now, you're gonna have to wait a bit okay?" they coo, cupping my cheek with their hand and showing a sincere smile before putting all their focus back onto the computer screen.

But I want to be the one that helps you out, helps you relieve some stress without having to move from the desk.

"Can we try something? I promise it won't be too distracting, trust me" I whisper faintly, perching up slightly on my knees and trailing my fingertips along their exposed thigh.

It's getting late so all they're wearing is an oversized shirt, luckily that makes it easier for me see what I want.

Before they can even get a word in I place my soft lips around the hood of their neglected clit, my tongue just resting peacefully against the bud of nerves. I won't make any sudden movements though, like I said, I won't be too distracting.

The sweet sound of their breathy gasp as they look back down at me, their thighs closing in on my head to prop it up.

Every now and then I feel them rock against my tongue, their wetness seeping into my mouth with each one whilst I stay put.

That's all I'm here for after all, to keep their clit warm in my mouth whilst they use my tongue whenever they need some added friction.

Also helps keep my oral fixation at bay😉