Mind Controlled And Milked

Amy is looking for a new job when she answers an ad for a position at the White Lotus Foundation, a company that specializes in custom dairy products. During the interview she is brainwashed and put to work in the warehouse as a custom toy for clients and human cow for the company. Contains Mind Control, Menage, BDSM, Milking, Erotic Lactation, Lesbian sex, Forced Lactation and Orgasmic whipping.

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She squinted to see who was there, but could only make out the vaguest impression of bare legs in the shadow. She stepped out of her heels and the carpet felt like silk between her toes. She saw the shadowy legs walk along the wall behind the vault like bench. Amy still could not make out any features above the waist of the woman, but it was clear her legs were bare as she stopped behind the vault still shrouded in shadow.

"What do they call you?" The voice inquired. She sounded very relaxed and the way she articulated her vowels made Amy think she might be British.

"My name is Amy." She said with a perky tone and gorgeous smile.

"Amy." The woman's voice sounded pleased. "Take off your dress."

Amy didn't pause,she reached back and unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. She then looked at the shadows for the woman and noticed she had walked further along the wall and stood behind the Y shaped leather table now. She could make out more of her shape. She was thin, well endowed in her breasts and naked. Amy liked that. It gave her comfort. She could barely see the woman moving in the dark shadows, it looked as if she was stroking the Y shaped table. caressing it like a pet.

"Now your bra." The voice suggested in a soft whisper.

Amy unclasped her bra and let it join her dress on the carpet. Her breasts were defying gravity. The benefit of being eighteen and in shape. She was happy, but now a new emotion was creeping up her spine and swimming in her brain. She was aroused. She stood there taking slow deep breaths, the light from the candle flickering softly making the shadows at the mystery woman's waist dance around teasing Amy with hints of her navel and brief glimpses of where her legs met her body.

"And now the panties." The whispering voice commanded.

Amy slowly and seductively slid the panties down until they fell to her knees. She then gently marched in place to let them crawl their way down her calves and settle around her ankles. She stood there completely nude bathed in warm candle light, her lips parted just slightly, her breathing making her breasts mildly rise and fall.

"Turn around slowly." The shadowy woman breathed to her.

Amy slowly turned with her hands by her side stepping out of her panties as she did. Several long moments later, she was facing the Y shaped table again, but the woman's shadow was not there. Amy scanned the room and saw the faint outline of the woman's feet against the wall behind the bench seat with the hump in the middle.

"Crawl over here on your hands and knees." The quiet voice uttered in the shadows.

Amy sank to the ground. Her long bright red mane brushed the soft spongy carpet that now felt better than silk between her fingers and toes. It felt almost like fur as she slowly crept her way toward the woman. As she neared the bench, she could make out some of the woman's upper body. Her hair was just above the shoulders, her hands were at her sides pressed back against the wall. She stood on the balls of her feet and Amy could see the woman curling her toes into the plush floor nervously.

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