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and the constant stimulation, was too much to bear. I was going to come in record time.
    I hoped I would release more milk. It stopped flowing for a moment while I switched over to my clit. Swaying back and forth, my eyes rolled back with my hair. The stool rocked, but stayed standing. I screamed, my voice echoing through the bleachers.
    The orgasm struck, and I flopped around on the stool, needing to curl up on it and rest my legs against the ground to stay put. I trembled, minor tremors going through me when I put my fingers back on my clit. The high washed over me, and briefly, in between the all encompassing bliss, I thought about what I had done. And it turned me on even more, making my fingers slip and my legs kick.
    Another spurt of milk flowed after my orgasm. The crowd cheered. Out of breath after exhausting myself, I managed to sit back onto the stool. The machine kept pumping, but slowed. I couldn’t manage to look at the container, but I heard someone yell, “it’s overflowing,” although I wasn’t positive because my ears rang from coming.
    I closed my eyes and let myself relax.
    If that wasn’t good enough, that was too bad. I gave it my all. I opened myself far more than I thought I would. After coming, a brief twinge of regret hit me, but I managed to shake it off. This was the most exciting and hot thing I’d done in my life. I wasn’t going to let some prudishness interrupt my moment of glory.
    When I opened my eyes, I saw the crowd dispersing, all except for one person, Master Riggs, walking down the steps towards me. I looked at him confused. I managed to slip the leather strap back in place, not wanting to be embarrassed once he got up close. Being in the crowd, it seemed less personal, but having him coming towards me, I got self conscious.
    What did I do wrong?
    Not one of the bidders headed my way to claim me. I wouldn’t do it twice.
    “What did I do wrong?” I asked him.
    He looked as confused as me. But then I really understood his look. It was awe. Over what? Over me?
    “Nothing, what do you mean? You did everything right.”
    “Why are you here?”
    He held his hand out and helped me off the stool.
    “Because you’re mine. I won the bid.”
    His other hand grabbed the end of my leash. Even more confused, I followed.
     
     
    “Enjoying it?” My new Master asked.
    “Oh, yes, geez, sorry. I was enjoying it too much to say anything.”
    He nodded. “That’s good.”
    I devoured the rest of the salmon. It was plated like a work of art with its sauces and some greens underneath. I went onto the greens next. After that long day, I was starving.
    He pulled a little at my leash, bringing me closer. I liked it for some reason. It was like he wouldn’t let go of holding my hand, except, of course, in the bondage sense, with a collar and leash.
    “You know, you can swear. I don’t mind if you swear.”
    “Yeah, I know. You’ll hear me swear. I say geez and gosh still.”
    “You don’t have to.”
    “I like gosh.” I bobbed happily as I ate. We were at a long marble table with a giant chandelier over it. I thought once I sat down that the other girls and their new Masters would arrive, but it was a private meal. My Master even made it himself.
    “I don’t see how you had time to make this.”
    “I make time. Cooking is important to me. It actually relieves some of the stress. It’s time to get away, and then if I can give it to someone else, and see them enjoying it, even better.”
    “That’s nice of you. I’m enjoying it a lot.”
    Once I finished, I realized I was still hooked into my straps. I hoped they wouldn’t start to chafe, but so far, they were smooth and cool against my skin. It still felt strange to be dressed in front of Master Riggs like that, but I would probably get used to it.
    I also realized that I didn’t know what to expect next.
    I could feel some tiredness coming on from the meal, but most of it was protein, and I was still wired from my