Before you could even consider trying to find a way to escape your glass prison, you heard the distinct click of the front door unlocking. You stood up groggily and pressed your face to the side of the glass to get a better view of the entrance, as the cabinet you were stored in was set up in the living room.
Stepping through the front door carrying her son in tow is Lindsay. You see she’s now dressed in a white and yellow sundress, signaling to you that you must have slept through the night in your sickly milk coma.
Lindsay pulls off her sunglasses and her gaze turns and settles on you. A wicked smile forms on her face as she walks over, starting at you through the glass.
“Oh goodie!” She says cheerfully, “looks like my breast pump is still working after all!”
You gulp in fear up at her as she continues this charade of not knowing who you are really. As she bends down to get a better look at you her milk filled breasts jiggle and shake within her top, the memory of being forced to drink from her breasts sends a shiver down your spine.
“Please Lindsay,” you plead through the glass, your voice echoing back at you a bit in the cabinet, “please just let me go!”
Lindsay’s smile only widened at your plea, enjoying how helpless you were.
Without even addressing you she stands back up and walks off through the house with her son in her arms. After a few moments she returns with empty arms but a small key in her right hand.
“Time for a little relief,” she says biting her lip as she unlocks the cabinet.
You try to inch away but it’s no use as with one hand Lindsay easily snatched you from the shelf around your waist and carries you to the couch.
You squirm as much as you can but she easily lays you in her lap, adjusting you to lay in her arms like a baby would. Using her free hand she pulls the left strap of her dress down her arms allowing her left breast to fall free.
“Come to Mama,” she says playfully as she begins to gently pull you to her chest.
You try to push her breasts away and keep your mouth shut but Lindsay expects this and simply puts the back of your head in the palm of her hand, gently but firmly gripping your head. She easily guides your mouth to her chest and the moment her milk dripping nipple touches your lips, your doll like instincts kick in, latching on as you begin suckling involuntarily on her breast.
“God that’s good!” Lindsay moans, her hand continuing to hold your head to her chest as waves of pleasure and relief pulse through her body with each suck of your mouth.
The one bright side was that Lindsay’s breasts had been drained the day before by yours truly so they wasn’t nearly as full as before thankfully. But the milk was still quite a lot as it poured down your mouth.
Above you Lindsay was moaning and biting her lip as was soaking wet from your feeding.
Suddenly, Lindsay’s moans were interrupted as the doorbell rang.
“Who could that be?” she asks.
You expect her to pull you away but instead she simply stands up, still forcing you to drink as she answers the door!