Trophy (Devilla-Roche and Greg Grey)

[Devilla-Roche]

"Is okay, we save for Mommy-Baby play tonight."

With that, Milenka takes the breast pump and firmly pushes it up against her right tit...she begins to press down on the manual pump's lever and her nipple, which is dark red, thick and engorged is actuated...it moves back and forth, again and again, in no time at all, what looks to be a cloudy substance, collects into a long bottle....once she gets to about half of the container, Milenka stops and does the same on the left tit....it takes about ten minutes, but soon the bottle is filled....

With a feeling of relief...
"Oh, feels so much better. Breasts were so full and so big. Milenka had to get that out. Boobs not sore anymore."

The swells of her breasts lessen now that her milk is out...their size are still impressive...Milenka places the pump to the side and says with a smile....
"Now is time for Master to get cleaned."

Like the maid inside of her, Milenka goes to work...using a sponge and plenty of soap she completely and utterly washes every inch of his body...from head to toes to his balls to his ass...she cleans every square inch of his body...like a whirlwind, her body, with all of its soapiness (and softness) touches him at times...squishes into him, boobs mashing into various body parts until he is clean...next she tackles his hair....her fingers place shampoo on his head and then her fingers penetrate deep into his scalp....the massage she gives him with her fingers may be enough to make him half hard in his cock it feels so good....then she washes him off with some clean water from the tub faucet washing away the soap from his hair and body....

Now....

Now it is Milenka's turn to wash herself...this becomes an incredible moment for Gray...like playing in slow motion every movement by her to wash herself is a pure erotic adventure...someday soon, she might have him trained to cum at the mere sight of her and a scene like this will be the one that brings him over the edge....

Finally done she gets out and grabs him like a child placing him on the bathroom floor....she pats him down with the soft towel then does the same for herself....she then escorts him out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom....

"No dressing yet. Still morning. Must have breakfast first. We put on халат." She sees his confusion.... "It means robe. Can you say халат? Come on now Master you repeat."

 

[greg grey]

"Is okay, we save for Mommy-Baby play tonight."

<gulp>

It's the offhanded, casual way she says that, more than anything, that turns me on. The inevitability of...later. The promise of our time together. And to watch her pump - dutifully going to work, using the breast pump to start to pull what milk she has...the moments are so full of portent I want to cry. Or laugh. Or jerk off. Good lord, I'm so confused.

With the pump, she eventually fills a bottle - it's hypnotizing, watching her do it; I'm enrapt, and don't speak a word. Her breast is so large, one would think it could hold buckets. And someday soon, I think with a shiver, maybe it will. But for now, every drop is hard-fought. It's more milk, certainly, than I took from her last night, and much more than in the day before. She's making more all the time, I think, Her milk's coming in. And with those breasts...she could feed a generation.

I look her over. She's sitting, waist-deep, in the warm bubble-bath and gazing down, intent and absorbed in her task. I realize, taking note of her fecundity, her abundant presence of woman - that this is a girl made to birth. Her fertility just oozes from her. Every curve, every pound, every inch of soft, fragrant skin is designed for one purpose: making babies. Attracting a mate, and becoming fat with his seed.

And so, when she puts the now-full bottle aside, and sets to cleaning me...I feel every bit of her fertility, sliding over me. It calls to my cock, calls it to action, to its highest purpose. She scrubs and wipes and washes me, and all I want to do is impregnate her. Fill her with babies. Seeing her do the same to herself - wash down her perfect body with a wet, warm, soft cloth - it merely buttresses my thoughts: This woman needs to be a mother. And it's me who has to make her one.

I know it is her scent, doing this to me...What man can come, or become inexorably hard again, so soon after climax - so many times in a day? It is her modifications, the work KOLECTV has done on her pheromones, having this effect on me. I am bewildered, incredulous, and totally, totally bewitched. She's evolution's finest work: irresistible to her chosen mate's eye.

And through all this, though, she seems oblivious. She has no idea as to the massiveness of her fertility. She is giggly, giddy, playful - and for the most part, I am too. Outwardly, I play along with this new little game, with a smile and laugh: clean Master. Dry Master. Dress Master. "Halat," I repeat, "robe..." Teach Master some Russian...it's all a game, right?

She clucks her approval at my pronunciation, though I know it is weak. "Halat," I repeat again, as she sits on the bed in front of me, both of us now in matching white bathrobes of thin waffle-weave. "Halat," I say again, in practice.

She tightens my belt, adjusting my robe until it fits...just...right. Again she stands, but crouches down in front of me, to look me in the eye. She tells me: good. Good pronunciation. And then she kisses me, lovingly, and leads me out to breakfast.

I watch, sitting at the kitchen's island countertop, as she prepares waffles. We talk - easily. She has a way, a special way, of making me feel comfortable. It's natural for her. But, for as relaxed as I am, now, there is one thing I know we need to discuss. We talked on it last night...but now is the time to start to act. Because, looking at her, in that robe - so perfectly accentuating her fertile curves - there is only one thing I want...

I need to fuck this chick.

"So...when are we getting married?"

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Not forgetting to grab the breast pump with the bottle of milk, which she places in the refrigerator....Milenka gets to work on the waffles...making the batter, getting the waffle iron started and juggling the coffee making, the strawberry prepwork...she takes a bunch of pecans in a bag and with her bare hands smashes them to smithereens with one slam of her fist....then all the other trimmings...OJ, the maple syrup, sugar, cream, cups and dishes...

As all this is going on Gray asks about when they were to get married...Milenka smiles and touches him arm lovingly...
"So glad Master remember to ask. Yes, let us talk."

Milenka serves their waffle breakfast and they sit at the breakfast-nook overlooking one of several gardens on the property....Milenka looks out smiles then looks back at Gray...she almost goes to help him cut his waffles for him and stops herself instead pouring his coffee and OJ for him....
"Wedding must be soon. In next couple of days. I want to bring some friends of mine from KOLECTV. Some girls that became good friends while Milenka was there. You will like them. Very pretty, very tall, and very nice like Milenka. Is five of them. Valentina, Akilinia, Kristina, Tatyana, and Elvira (pronounced ehl-vee-rah). You will like them."

Milenka pauses to eat some of the eight waffles on her plate (she has quite the appetite)....then has a sip of OJ and then some coffee before continuing...
"KOLECTV will fly them out here, no? Is no problem. Then, Milenka will work with your Jackie to figure out rest. Milenka will spend day with her, today to work out details. All Master needs to do is show up to wedding. Does that work for you Master Greg?"

 

[greg grey]

As we chat, as she prepares the morning meal, we are relaxed. She is relaxed. Why not? It's a beautiful morning, and we're each - I can tell - a little giddy from the huge changes in our own, individual lives...and excited for a new life, together. The atmosphere is heady with potential, such amazing things are in store for us...and rash decisions seem like the best ones.

And, I can tell...for as much as I want to get this marriage going, so I can get into her pants, she's buzzing with the same thoughts. Something in the way she moves, the way she talks...there's a lot going on, inside. She wants me, too. So when I ask her when we should do the ceremony, and she replies with an emphatic:

"Wedding must be soon. In next couple of days..."

I can hear the lust in her voice. She's thinking from between her legs, too...or somewhere even deeper than that, maybe. But still: a couple days? I run through that in my head..."A c-couple days? <heh heh>" I chuckle, "How about maybe a week? Or five? six? ...four days?" Anyway...I listen to her continue:

"I want to bring some friends of mine from KOLECTV. Some girls that became good friends while Milenka was there...you will like them..."

Wow, okay...she's given this some thought!

"You mean...for the wedding? As, like, bridesmaids for you?" I ask, hearing myself the hesitation in my voice. That's a lot of bridesmaids! For such a quick wedding..?

"KOLECTV will fly them out here, no? Is no problem..."

Milenka says, turning on an upbeat, mega-watt smile and at the same time earnestly leaning forward at the table towards me, causing her cleavage to bubble up in her tight, white robe.

"Oh, uh, yeah..." I agree, bedazzled, "no problem..." Already in my mind I'm thinking: Where will they stay?

Though maybe getting a little apprehensive (this is moving fast), I actually feel a little better when she asks me for Jackie's help. I think - yes - Jackie would be a good assistant for Milenka. And, yes, though she's 'just' a driver, now, she would be a good person to help plan a wedding. I'm sure it will be small...very small. Quick. Almost an elopement...I have no family, and few friends, really. And who else would I invite? People who work for me? There won't be many...

"Yeah, definitely, great..!" I agree, "I'll tell Jackie...you two can hang out today and talk on this, start planning something out..."

I'll have to raise Milenka's credit limit on her card...maybe double it, I think, in a quick aside. $200K should be enough for a small wedding, right?

"All Master needs to do is show up to wedding..."

Still dazzled by her cleavage, I smile passively and nod...

 

[Devilla-Roche]

"Yes. You tell Jackie. In meantime I change."

Milenka is about to depart, but then remembers the kitchen, it needs to be cleaned....rather than do it herself, she pushes it on Gray, but does so in her bimbo manner...begging him with her size and beauty....

She grabs the apron that she would use with her maid outfit....

With a begging tone, her lips full and her cleavage stretching out of Milenka's robe she puts the 1950's feminine apron around Gray and says....
"Would Master be big help to Milenka and clean breakfast? Make kitchen spotless, please? You do good job. ~grabs his cheeks~ Oh, am so luck to have husband-to-be like you. So helpful. So loving."

She lays her pillowy lips on his lips and gives him a deep kiss, her arms wrapped around him....she doesn't realized that she is pulling him off the floor, forgetting her size and strength....

With a smile she is off to get changed....

About 45 minutes later....after a shower....shaving her legs...makeup, Milenka returns to see how things have progressed...

Ready for a day with Jackie, Milenka looks so much more forceful and confident, next to Gray, who looks like quite the sissy in his robe and apron...he has been hard at work to please Milenka, setting things up with Jackie and cleaning the kitchen...

Jackie then enters and she too sees Greg like this....Milenka for her part has sort of this pride in him serving her...she look toward Jackie and says.....
"Wonderful husband-to-be wouldn't Jackie agree? Yes."

Then she turns back to Gray, places her hand on the back of his head as if he were a child, and whispers in his ear...
"Is good start. You finish. You make Milenka very happy. You know is good husband that gets what he wants. That gets his mommy baby play."

With that, she kisses the top of his head and like a whirlwind, she and Jackie take leave of him to plan the wedding....

 

[riseofwives]

TRANSCRIPT OF ENCRYPTED EMAIL
RECIPIENT: MALONI, JAQUELINE, USA MINOR OPERATIVE

RE: MEETING WITH SUBJECT CASE 4533a (Kovalenko, Milenka)

Hi Jackie -

Thanks for meeting with Ms. Kovalenko this morning on such short notice. Our mutual employer has agreed to allow your assistance in planning their upcoming wedding, which we would all like to happen within a week. The bridesmaids are preparing for their trip from KStan and should be en route shortly; expect them in two days. We would like them to stay on Mr. Gray's property, in his guest house. Milenka should be highly instrumental in convincing him of that.

We've made arrangements for Mr. Gray's purchase of a small private island and the entirety of its resort in the Coronados, available for the ceremony and a short "honeymoon" if that's what the couple would like. The island will serve KOLECTV purposes in the future, but we will need Mr. Gray's signature for the closing papers and have attached them here. Please ask Ms. Kovalenko if she can acquire that.

A private chef and staff will be on hand for the ceremony and a small reception, and can stay afterwards for the couple. An officiant from the State of California has also been arranged, but Ms. Kovalenko can decide if she would like clergy from her Russian Orthodox church in Akzhaik. Likewise, she may elect to have family flown over, if she chooses, as well as any close friends. Mr. Gray will be limited to a few close advisors, and may need to be convinced of the importance of a small ceremony.

Please text me during your meeting if you have any questions - but I'm sure you'll do well and arrange a great day for our 'happy couple'

-M

Power is Woman

 

[riseofwives]

SUBJECT CASE 4533a
TRANSCRIPT FROM AUDIO FILE, COCHLEAR IMPLANT

xx/xx/xxxx
08:33a PST

Translated from the Russian

WOMAN'S VOICE, identified as J.MALONI, from afar: "Uh, Hello? Mr. Gray? Milenka? It's Jackie...are you in the kitchen?"

<Woman's footstep's approaching>

MAN'S VOICE, identified as G.GRAY: "Hi, uh, yeah..! Jackie..! W-we're in, uh, here..."

J.MALONI: "Hi, good morning Mr....uh...Mr. Gray." <pause> "Are you in an apron, Mr. Gray?"

G.GRAY: "What, this old thing? Yeah - hah hah - the new lady's got me cleaning up already..! You like? I, uh, have one in purple, too. Anyway - good morning, Jackie, good morning. Thanks for coming over. Would you like some coffee?"

J.MALONI: "No, thanks, sir, I'm good. And, good morning, Ma'am."

4533a: <giggles>

G.GRAY: "Yeah, so - you two are headed out to plan a wedding, huh? Sorry for the last minute thing but..."

J.MALONI: "Oh, no, sure...I'm honored, really! Thank you so much for asking, it's a big responsib-"

G.GRAY: "No no no...of course...you'll do fine, Jackie. I didn't want to get lots of people involved...too many caterers, staff, guests, blah blah blah. We want to do it quick, painless. Not a lot of fanfare, or press stuff, y'know. You two will do a nice job, get things taken care of...plus it sounds like you have some bridesmaids coming in soon, huh? Friends of Milly's from back home? I was thinking they could stay in the new apartment I had bought for Milenka, downtown..."

J.MALONI: "Oh, uh, yeah...we'll, like, figure that out, I guess. Anyway, thanks so much for asking for my help! I have so many great ideas for your wedding. <pause> A-and I'm sure you do too, Mil-...Ma'am. I was thinking we'd head down to a coffee shop downtown where we can talk..."

G.GRAY: "You two should go to that new Turkish place. You could do lunch, too, if you're there that long. And - hey - I'll treat you both to a spa, or a salon...or both..."

J.MALONI: "Uh...wow, Okay..."

4533a: ""Wonderful husband-to-be wouldn't Jackie agree?"

J.MALONI: "Yes, Ma'am...I totally never thought I'd see him in an apron, though..."

<...continues...>

 

[greg grey]

No, don't even ask. I don't wear the stupid apron another minute, after Milenka and Jackie leave.

If I were more of an uptight boss, I would have been horrified to have been caught in that thing in front of one of my employees. But, I've always been pretty relaxed around them, especially personal staff like Jacqueline. So, it was only moderately mortifying.

Still - the apron had to go.

...but I did finish cleaning up...

...and I offered Milenka a spa treatment, time at the salon with Jackie...

...I doubled her spending limit...

...and now - still in my robe - I'm making dinner...

"You make Milenka very happy. You know is good husband that gets what he wants..."

...I'm a good husband, right?

I hear a door open.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka enters as Jackie deals with the car and then goes back to her room to relax....Milenka trots on over to Gray where she finds him in the midst of cooking dinner...

With tits jiggling, she wraps her arms around Gray and gives him a bone crushing hug....
"Oh, my future-husband-to-be missed you so!

Then she releases the pressure of her grip and looks at him, raising an eyebrow...
"Master you should have apron on in kitchen. Can be a big mess to make dinner. Milenka should know. Besides, Master look cute."

Then Milenka smiles again...
"Is all planned. The wedding. All Master does is show up."

Milenka goes into the refrigerator and pulls out an open bottle of white wine and pours a glass for both of them....
"Here is cheers to us."

Their glasses ~clink~ they each take a sip of the wine and then she kisses him on the lips...as she bends down slightly to meet up with his face, her wonderful, glorious ass takes center stage to Gray's eyes as they are held tightly in place by the tight jeans that Milenka is wearing....

She breaks the kiss and in her bimbo sort of way, she is excited, Milenka even jumps up and down her boobs jiggling again, as she clasps her hands...

"I give you some details of wedding. We have chosen a small island in a place called Coronados. Jackie say is right near San Diego, but off coast of Mexico. It sounds wonderful. We also going to have honeymoon there for a week. Milenka falling in love with place already. Now - "

Milenka pulls out some papers....and then holds Gray's hands....
"Milenka not ask for much. Some girls want car. Some girls want diamond ring. I want island. You buy for Milenka. Will make us very happy. Can see lots of mommy-baby time over there. Will be wonderful."

She then kisses him on his full lips again....she sees him get nervous again and then he stutters while taking the pen and yielding to her request....
"Master always so cute when he nervous and talk that way. It makes Milenka hot."

She hands him a pen....
"You sign, yes. Of course you do. Master loves Milenka so."

 

[greg grey]

"Well, fine, if you really want me to wear it..." I say, as snidely as I can manage, as Milenka is already fetching the apron back for me, "and I do look cute in it, if I say so myself..." She is giddily delighted as I take the thing back. "The things I do for you, seriously..." I continue, tying the apron around myself once again as she giggles at me, "but I am not wearing this thing when we eat."

I'm beyond the point where I feel foolish in the apron...just as long as no one else walks in again. I should be more embarrassed that I'm still in my bathrobe from this morning. But, I've been cooking all day for her...

"So - I thought I'd try my hand at a Russian meal..." I explain, as we both look over the array of pans and trays and platters, most near completion or well on their way. "My first Salad Olivier. My first cabbage roll. My first Chicken Kiev. Even my first Borscht! But a few things have to finish up...the soup is still simmering, I still have to fry up the chicken. But anyway, to start...I had some caviar sent over..." I fetch a tray from a side counter and offer it up to her.

She nods in admiration, helping herself to a little caviar. She's obviously a little incredulous that I tackled such a task, and has an odd smile on. "Sorry it's crackers...I didn't get to the blini," I say, even as her eyes goes wide in wonder as she takes her first bite of caviar: it is good stuff. "Anyway, with the whole thing, dinner. Please be kind...I'm sure it's all wrong..."

I look her over as she closes her eyes in rapture - wow, she really likes that caviar. She looks fantastic, startlingly so: hair is all done up, luxuriously big. Her makeup is new, professionally done and flawless. Her skin glows and she looks relaxed, poised and self-assured. Unlike myself: still with a bedhead, still in my robe. I don't even know if I brushed my teeth today. I feel a little inadequate.

"So...you guys got to a spa? And a salon?" I ask, putting the platter down, "Did you get the chance to iron out a wedding for us?"

She smiles and nods with excitement, and pulls her big pair of sunglasses from where they were perched on the top of her head. She fluffs out her hair again and answers:

"Is all planned. The wedding. All Master does is show up!"

I nod. "Well, that's great..." I say, appreciating just how...capable...she seems, right now. Everything in its place, everything perfect. Plans. Makeup, hair, clothes...stately height, perfectly athletic body. Confidently, she goes to the refrigerator and pulls out an open bottle of white Bordeaux, and pours us each a glass with a toast:

"Here is cheers to us!"

"Za vashe zdorovie!" I answer back as we each take a drink, showing off the Russian 'cheers' I googled up today.

She swallows and her mouth drops open, again appreciative of my efforts. She grabs my face with her free hand and plants a big <muah!> kiss on my lips.

"Wow - " I marvel, a little dizzy from the kiss and the first whiff of her perfume, "I'll have to learn more Russian. Now - tell me what you guys are thinking..."

With that her eyes light up again in excitement, and she bounces on her toes. Jiggle jiggle jiggle...yow, this girl is on fire.

Oblivious, in her zeal, to my goggling eyes, she eagerly goes into the details of the wedding, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm, her face animated with energy. She tells me of the island, the honeymoon, all with such avid passion. I nod, happy that she's happy - it all sounds good. But when she pulls out the papers, lays them in front of me and takes my hands, asking:

"..I want island. You buy for Milenka..?"

She wants me to buy this island?

Suddenly I'm a little discombobulated. This was supposed to be a quick, offhanded little wedding. Something fun, but just an afterthought. So we could screw, finally.

But now I'm buying an island?

Immediately she sees my hesitation as I start to look over the papers, and she moves in closer to me. I'm caught off guard, obviously...closing statements...affidavits...documents from the Mexican government.Yikes - this is going to cost me how much?! Spec sheets. The island is tiny - less than a square mile. And the property on it - a small, privately exclusive beach resort for the ultra-wealthy - that's included in the deal as well.

Hm, maybe I could justify this as a new business investment... I think, searching for justification to satisfy her whim as she presses her soft body into mine as encouragement. I look over the papers some more, mumbling a little to myself. Monika, my lead attorney, has already signed a bunch of it...she must be in on it. She probably hooked Jackie up with this to begin with, I think ruefully. Oh, I'm gonna get her...

"Will make us very happy..." Milenka says, spurring me on to sign, as my indecisiveness and hesitation continues. She sees my reluctance, and presses a soft breast into my arm. "...can see lots of mommy-baby time over there," she adds, voice now dripping with portent, "Will be wonderful...""

<gulp> I swallow dryly, suddenly picturing our honeymoon...a week alone together, with her, on an isolated island...

She kisses me again, steeling me with a smile, and hands me a pen she had on the ready.

"Uh...I d-dunno," I say, flummoxed by all this - but so wanting to make her happy, "it's... a big deal, I sh-should..."

"Master always so cute when he nervous and talk that way..." she presses, plainly knowing she has me close. She squashes into me more firmly, mashing tit into arm and upper shoulder to whisper "...It makes Milenka hot."

I chuckle, despite myself and my obvious conciliation to her, and with a deep breath put pen to paper, even as she instructs:

"You sign, yes. Of course you do...."

I start signing the papers...one, two...five...

"...Master loves Milenka so."

I can feel the elation, the joy of exultation radiating from her, more and more with each signature line I complete, with each paper I push aside for her to collect. And when I'm finally done, she hugs them all to her heaving chest and takes the pen, beaming a wide, overjoyed smile. It makes me happy, seeing her like this...and it makes me hot.

"I guess I do..." I say, wryly, "I just bought her an island..."

She jumps up and down, laughing, and leans over to kiss me again while at the same time putting the papers away in her black, leather portfolio. I shake my head, incredulous at what this woman can get me to do, and laugh at little at myself.

"Alright, come on..." I say, "have a seat. I'll get you some salad. You tell me about what else you have up your sleeve..."

She looks at me quizzically, and then down at her own fit, muscular arm, all but bare in her black, short-sleeve tee.

Oh yeah, right...

"...more about the wedding," I correct myself, "The wedding..."

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka giggles as Gray takes a strong position on the robe, then says...
"Okay my, what are you, a manly man. Is so cute when you like this, but I know Master likes to listen to Milenka when she tells him go do something."

Then he speaks of the Russian meal he is making for her....the odor in the kitchen did remind her of home a bit...Milenka then sits down to dinner and has some wine....impressed by his taking all this on she begins to think to herself...

In her own thoughts....
"Look at my husband-to-be. So willing to serve future wife. Give him an apron and he serves dinner. And not any dinner. Russian dinner. Makes Milenka think what other things I make him do for me. Somehow, makes me love him even more."

After getting him to buy her the island, this only strengthens her thoughts on the things she can make him do....

They continue with dinner, Gray attentive to more details....

Excited to do just that, Milenka excitedly speaks of the wedding plans...
"Now that I own island, we have wedding next Monday. Bridemaids will be here Saturday. They stay at guest house on Master's property. Will be small wedding."

~grabs his hands~

"Milenka know Master has no family. I respectfully decide no family as well. Just bridesmaids. You have Jackie come, no? Of course. Is any other close person to come for you is fine."

~Milenka eats some of her dinner and sips some wine~

"Dinner no so bad Master. Anyway, justice of peace will be coming. Someone Jackie knows. Is a woman. Her name is Christina Nicole Smith. Lovely name. From San Diego."

~ Milenka takes another sip, well a gulp of wine as her cleavage and boobs rise and fall sharply~

"We all go day before. Small plane will fly wedding party and us directly to island out of airport in San Diego. Then short trip to my new island ~smiles~ We have party at resort. Then we stay for a week. Now Master, Milenka must make trip with Jackie tomorrow to Island. She and I have to take look at island. I must pick spot to have wedding and want to do something special for honeymoon."

~she gives him that glowing smile and touches his hand again~

"Besides, you took day off. Tomorrow you work. Is good for you. You have lots of days to take off next week. Jackie and I will be back by Saturday before bridesmaids arrive."

 

[greg grey]

"Saturday, huh?" I say, as I'm standing next to Milenka where she sits at the table and serving her Borscht, "They're coming in on Saturday? Elvira, Tatyana, V-, V-...uh <how am I supposed to remember all these names?>...your bridesmaids. You want them all to stay here? I was thinking we could put them up in the new apartment downtown..."

At that, Milenka takes my hands and looks up at me - big doe eyes. My view down her shirt is amazing, and she knows it: she squeezes her breasts together just that little bit.

"B-but..." I stammer, seeing her lips curl into a little smile even before I say it, "...uh, here is fine, too...I don't know if the guest house has five beds...we'll have to-"

Her eyes flash, perceiving how easily she convinced me, there. "Yes, yes, yes..." I say, feigning exasperation, "Milenka gets her way - again."

She giggles, obviously pleased with herself and my little frustration. But then she pulls my hands down, urging me to sit at the table again with her. Beet soup forgotten for the moment, her demeanor becomes more serious. She speaks to me, tactfully, about my lack of family, and her decision to not have her own family at the wedding, out of respect. I'm touched, and smile wistfully. I tell her it's okay - she could have her family here - but she insists. I agree, of course - a small wedding is best. Us, her five friends. Jackie. Maybe I'll ask Monika? She's obviously had a hand in making this all happen.

We talk more on the details...Milenka becoming clearly even more excited and enthusiastic. She tells me of our schedule - a quick plane ride on Sunday (the island is big enough for a landing strip, I guess?), ceremony and party on Monday. She tells me of the chef, her staff, the dinner we'll be having. And then our week there alone (the bridesmaids will be staying at my place for a week? by themselves? again I agree, of course...) for the honeymoon.

She - repeatedly - talks of the island as "her island". Did the papers say that? Is the island in her name? Would Monika have done it that way? I'll have to look them over. And, speaking of, I need to get Monika working on a prenuptial agreement for Milenka to sign...

Anyway...

"Your island, huh?" I interrupt playfully at one point, as she's describing in lurid detail the flowers she and Jackie decided on and how they're having them flown over as well, "you going to come up with some sort of name for this island?" At that she giggles - catching on to my sarcasm and sneering playfully back - and agrees: yes, in fact, she will!

In the end, despite my reservations, my consternation, it all sounds magnificent...it promises to be a fantasy come true, in so many ways, for she and I both. Again, as I look at her sampling my Chicken Kiev for the first time, I'm impressed by her aptitude in all this planning. She's not a smart girl, I realize. But with girly things - like this - she's great.

My heart sinks a little hearing that - what? aww.... - she's not going to be around for the next few days, but rather on the island with Jackie. I put up impish little arguments: What about a dress? Don't you need fittings? Won't you miss me? And who's going to serve me breakfast? Each one she waves off with a laugh and a perfectly snide little answer...she's catching onto this sarcasm thing, too quickly! Oh my god she's adorable.

And...she's looking out for me...

"Besides, you took day off. Tomorrow you work. Is good for you. You have lots of days to take off next week..."

"But I don't want to work!" I counter, peevishly and in good humor, ingratiating myself to her with childish defiance. It is true - who wants to work? When you could be spending every second with this..? But of course, I realize...yes, yes, yes...the offices need me. My companies need me. But next week...I'm all hers!

She laughs me off, again, and we continue with dinner, each giddy with excitement. I realize, as we eat and move into dessert (just ice cream; I didn't have time for anything...Slavic) that this is our last night together for a while. I insist on cleaning the table, as she watches and sips on her wine.

I laugh and outright refuse when she mischievously suggests I put the apron back on to clean up. "Yeah, you'd love that, hm?" I counter as she giggles at me over her wine glass, "Flatters my figure, I know...but the apron is just not my style..."

We banter back and forth, as I toil for her and think - this is nice. Despite her low IQ, despite the vast difference in our upbringings and histories - we get along great. The chemistry is perfect. So used to being surrounded by business associates, intellectuals, professionals of all kinds, I find it refreshing to be with...well...a bimbo. I feel I can really relax. My guard is not up, at all.

So, everything basically picked up, dishwasher running, I walk back to the table for my glass of wine, aware she's watching my every step...

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Regarding the apron...
"Not Master's style. Hmm? Maybe Master does not want any baby play tonight. Is that it?" ~she cracks a smile~ "Milenka just like Master to do certain things for her."

The panic in his face is evident as he tries to find the apron and put it on...but she stops him, his voice nervous knowing that he won't get what he wants....Milenka takes a last sip of wine and picks Gray up with ease....slinging him over her shoulder....this time, she brings him back to his bedroom and sets him down on the bed...

"Need more pillows. Must make nest."

Milenka grabs pillows from the closet and from other bedrooms...some are just plain cotton pillows while others are wrapped in velour and fur...she also finds a some soft down comforters, three as a matter of fact, and Gray watches her go to work....once the nest is made...she points to the middle...
"Master go find spot, Milenka be right back."

Upon her return, the sunglasses, the tight black shirt, and tight jeans are gone.....

...standing at the bedroom doorway with a bottle in one hand and a pacifier in the other....she says in the most lustful of tones...
"Ma Ma's back. Are you ready to play baby for Ma Ma?"

 

[greg grey]

When I pick up my glass of wine for a long swallow (my third glass tonight...feelin' loose!), I nearly spit it out when, commenting on my rebuff of the apron, she matter-of-factly says:

"Maybe Master does not want any baby play tonight. Is that it?"

My eyes go wide with eager shock, and I sputter something incomprehensible in reply. I turn around, "N-n-n-o...<ha ha> it's not th-that," I stammer, looking for the apron, "it's, uh..." - where did I put it...?.

But, before I can take a step to fetch it, I'm stopped by her hand on my shoulder. I turn around, and she's standing right behind me. Our gazes meet and my nervous eyes are suddenly calmed by hers, warm with generosity, appeasement...and promise. Without a word she takes, herself, one final drink of wine and - whoa! - picks me up over her shoulder.

In my bedroom, on my bed: unceremoniously, that's where she sits me. But then, she bends over at the hip, and looks me in the eye:

"...Must make nest," she says, with a wink.

And soon she has collected, I think, just about every pillow, comforter, blanket or loose cushion in the whole house to make me - yep - a nest. A huge mound of soft, fluffy, warm, mushy, supple pillows. A snug burrow into which she directs me, and into which I, still in my thin, white bathrobe, climb.

I manage myself in and feel, now, surrounded by softness. I'm laying in the middle, on my back, in a me-sized space she'd arranged, just for this purpose. I'm on top of a layer of pillows, but there are more under my upper back than under my legs. So I'm sorta sitting...sorta. More just a little inclined, I guess. Basically, I can lay my head back and - ahhhh! - look up at the ceiling. Which I do, for a bit.

This is really comfy.

It's really comfy, but I can barely move. I mean - sure - I could dig myself out of here. But I'm sorta...trapped. Eh...there's worse things....

And so I, in my cushy reverie, almost stop thinking about where she is, what's taking her, what she'll come back wearing. Almost. Because, really, I've been preparing all day for this. I've been waiting for this moment since this morning. I've made the day perfect for her: sending her to the spa and salon, making her dinner, wearing that apron, buying her an island. Flattering and ingratiating myself to her like an infatuated fool to garner her affection, in hopes that tonight she will smother me with gratitude and-

She calls my name, coyly. I sit up a bit more, and look to where she stands, in the doorway.

<gulp>

That. Is. Woman.

When she steps into the room, and - with ominous but thrilling portent - closes the door behind her, the moment immediately fills to dripping, with ripe promise.



"Ma Ma's back," she sings, slowly sauntering into my bedroom, "Are you ready to play baby for Ma Ma?"

again: <gulp>

Her bare body, naked to the waist, is beyond fit and sexy, beyond voluptuous, beyond perfect. And it's everything this moment needs it to be; it's full of life...it IS life....big and fecund and life giving...

She approaches with the confidence of a mother going to its newborn, certain that she can fill its needs, each and every one. Her hips sway lazily, seeming wider than ever.

Reading her eyes, I think she likes my expression: dumbfounded, shocked, agape, awestruck. I think she likes my speechlessness. I think she likes the fact that I am, in my nest, basically immobile. And so - I give her more...

I let my jaw hang open, I emit a small whine of admiration, and I don't move a muscle. I watch, passively, as she approaches, calmly, leisurely, until she looks down upon me, and I up at her. She puts the pacifier down and pushes aside a few pillows until she can climb onto the bed and kneel, over me, in our nest, bottle still in hand.

Her breasts are huge, weighty. They look swollen, from below...gravid. They nearly eclipse her face, but no. I can still see her, watching me. Watching me trying to look past her breasts. She giggles, and draws a deep breath - blotting me out.

I stare at the underboob above me, and she waits - letting me do it, letting me have my fill. She giggles again, and she leans over, just a bit, so she can see me again.

I know she's waiting for an answer, to her question: Are you ready? For our game?. I know she's waiting for me to admit yes - please - come to me. And I know how she wants me to do it...

I'm not strong enough to do this looking her in the eyes, and so i break our gaze...and stare at her tits...

"goo goo..." I gurgle...

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka watches him fall to pieces...then she grabs the back of his head....
"Aww, Sweety. Come to Ma Ma. She knows what you need. She knows what you want."

With that she pushes his head in between the folds of her enormous tits...into the depths of her cleavage...Milenka's weighty boobs, wrap around his head and hold him in places...she then squeezes them together, snuffing out any air that Gray can breathe...she knows how much he enjoys that...she knows what that does to him...

His cock hardens and its length scrapes against her thick thigh...Milenka lets go of him, Gray know left in an almost lobotomized state...he stares at her hugeness and there is evidence of drool running out of the corner of his mouth...

Milenka puts down the bottle, and in her kneeling position, lifts him up like a rag doll...she pulls down his robe to around his waist and lifts up the robe from his knees and with the robe's belt wraps it around his waist and below his crotch, making what is a diaper-like article of clothing....she lets his big dick hang out, which is now fully hard and visibly throbbing...Milenka smiles and says...
"Ma Ma will take care of later. First, baby must be fed."

"Now Milenka drops down with Gray and she finds some comfort in the nest as she roots her body into it...covering herself with one of the fur comforters...propping up pillows...Gray is also placed in a niche like area, under her left arm and up against her curvaceous side...in the shadow of the enormity that is her breast....so soft, so round....areolae puffed up and nipple fairly erect....

Milenka grabs the bottle and places it in his mouth as her right hand wraps around his head and arm....mother and baby are in full comfort...and she watches him suck on the nipple of the bottle....

In a soft motherly tone Milenka says....
"Good boy. Baby loves his milk. Needs to stay strong and healthy."

 

[greg grey]

My infantile plea - goo goo - makes her melt, I can see it. Immediately she is overtaken by maternal desires, the instinct to hold me, protect me, nurture me. We may call this a game...but it's more than that, in her mind maybe even more than in mine. And, rather than feel chagrined, humiliated in this emasculating play - I love it.

Her eyes sparkle with affection, her lips purse.

"Aww, Sweety. Come to Ma Ma. She knows what you need," she says, lifting me to her chest, "She knows what you want."

With that, she buries my head in her chest, knowing that there I will breathe in her pheromones. The compelling perfume that weakens me, pacifies me, intoxicates me with her. She knows that - yes - that is what I want: to be utterly consumed.

Breathe in...breathe in....deep...deep...

Nearly immediately they have their effect, and I am like jelly in her hands. I will do anything, say anything, think anything she wants. Does she even realize their power? Does she understand what KOLECTV has given to her, with these?

Breathe in...breathe in...

And so, when she de-bosoms me, allowing me fresh air, I am almost mindless. With lust, yes, but also with adoration of her. I gaze up at her, blinking, rubbing my cock into her leg.

She giggles, wiping a drip of drool from my face, and lifts me again, repositioning me for...oh god...

...I don't say a word, not one, when I realize what she's doing, with my robe. I should be aghast, I should be appalled...but I'm captivated. She's...diapering me. She giggling, she's playing, like an overgrown girl with a doll - but she's diapering me. She's clucking and cooing and fretting my half-hearted, squirming protests. But...she's diapering me.

I think, to myself, how aggressive she is. In bed, here, but also at other times - like this morning, in the kitchen. Ostensibly a submissive, mail-order bride, when she displays even the slightest bit of power...I'm hopeless. I can do nearly nothing to stop her or slow her advances. I know it. And, I think, she knows it. It's only a matter of time, I realize, until she flexes those muscles and gets every wish she wants from me.

In the meantime, though, those thoughts fade away in my blissed-out stupor of her pheromones, her body, and her milk. She has me, now, laying against her, feeding me a bottle of her breast milk. I suck, and suck, and suck...squirming and groveling against her, both out of my own instincts and the surreptitious desire to further her arousal, light her maternal fire even more. If we're going to sink, I think, we're going to sink together...

She giggles, from time to time, down at me, watching me. She calls me 'baby', in English, in Russian. She pets my face, caresses my head. She is so strong, I can feel it. Her arms are powerful, around me, and her body is a source of warmth and protection.

"Good boy. Baby loves his milk. Needs to stay strong and healthy."

Her voice is even more tender still, but I can feel the arousal growing in her. She is giggling less, keeping her breathing in check. Her hand - mercifully - has found its way to my huge, throbbing cock, from where it emerges from my makeshift diaper, and she has taken to stroking it, lazily.

"Baby loves his milk..."

...she repeats, and I moan in agreement. I suck and suck and suck, until the bottle is nearly empty, the milk gone. She pulls it, with a soft -pop-, from my needy mouth, and purrs down to me in Russian. Her hand, still slowly, continues its attentions between my leg, casually sliding up and down over my trunk of a shaft.

Aroused beyond belief, but hanging on the thought that this is only the beginning, I turn my head into her, to stare at her huge, soft breast. To look at her big, dark areola, its swollen nipple. I study the network of veins, just below her skin, and romance on the changes that are going on, deep in her flesh. How, more and more each day, she is growing for me, swelling for me, producing for me more and more and....

"...more..?" I whimper.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

The game continues as Gray stats with a quivering voice, "more" and Milenka responds....not so much as the bimbo, but as the mother in this game that they play...she looks down at him...

In her own thoughts....
"Does such a game give Milenka such strong feelings? Want so much to mother him. Want so much to have him be like baby. Love him like this. Is Milenka crazy person to want this?"

Milenka nods her head...again in classic fashion, she scoops him up, curls his body and repositions herself.....his head is neatly eclipsed by her left boob alone....then she lifts him up and directs his open mouth to her left areolae and nipple....it doesn't take long for Gray to latch on....he knows how to play this very real game of Mommy-Baby...he is doing what he wants to do...to suckle, to be dominated by a larger-mother figure...much larger...

"Ты такая милая. Ма Ма любит вас, как это, прямо здесь, в ее руках. Продолжайте сосать моего любящего ребенка."

So, after letting him latch on, his eyes closed, his cock tremendously hard, Milenka continues to stroke him...she eyes his cock and wants it inside of her so badly...she sees the veins on his long, thick shaft throb...she notes to herself how good that feels against her fingers and her hand....she admires its size and length and enjoys how a man such as this could become such a baby to her....

But again, she does not ask him why...she is just glad he does...their game continues...he sucks her teat and she jerks him off...she waits to see if he's finished or needs more...

 

[greg grey]

She smells so good. She tastes so good. She feels so good. Cradled in her arms like this, after she's rearranged the pillows and soft cushions around us like a building cocoon, I have never experienced anything so close to heaven as this moment. Even her voice - though in her native tongue, words as incomprehensible to me as if to a nescient infant - its cadence and lilt bring me deeper and deeper and deeper into our nest, into her fold.

She is stroking me slowly, languidly, each rub up and down my shaft no faster than the one previous. She hums to me in the same rhythm, and my suckling falls into it too. We are becoming like one body, she and I, in our cozy, private little nest. The moment is insular, our time here intimate and secret. No one needs to know, I think, No one needs to know...

I realize, as I continue to suck, that I am already drawing more milk from her than last time. She's making more for me, more milk for her little...man? Is that what I am? She knows me, already, for what I am: a guy with childish tendencies, infantile fixations on her breasts and body. But does she think even less of me than that? How does she see me? I dwell on this, the humiliation arousing me even more, and continue to suck...and suck...and suck...

But, after several minutes of slow nursing, this breast begins to clear. I suck at it, until it's dry...and she pushes me to suck further. She strokes my head, holds it firmly to her breast, coos consoling favors . Yes, more...suck on it, encourage it to make more...for next time...

After a bit, she gently pulls her nipple from my mouth, whispering something to me, again in Russian. She does not take me from her breast, though, but keeps me there, allowing me to look at it, up close, contemplate it. Letting me smell her, take in more pheromones, which I do, sniffing at her taut skin: deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths...

Each breath I take relaxes me more and more, softens my inhibitions, allows me to feel and act even more and more infantile. And I know that every whine, squirm, nuzzle and rut that she gets out of me makes her feel more powerful. And that's what I want, in moments like this: I want her to feel powerful. I want her to know that I'm putty in her hands.

More Russian, more confident maternal appeals, and she begins to shift me. She takes her time, sitting me partially up at first, and then lowers me again to her other breast. Yes, this one, I think, this one needs me too...

And so, with a strong, delicate finger, she tilts my face to her nipple and I latch on to her right breast and begin to breastfeed there. She arranges, as I begin to suck, more pillows around me, trussing me into her, insulating me even further from the outside world. Her hand is back on my cock, and takes again to ever-so-leisurely stroking it, from base to tip, from base to tip, twisting tenderly, slow tugs. Her hand is soft and strong around my solid shaft, her milk warm and sweet.

Again, I've never felt so good, never had a moment as perfect as this. I feel so enveloped, so safe, so protected. So...small. I do...I feel small.

I feel small, and begin to dream myself smaller still. I imagine myself tiny, like a little infant, held fast in her arms. I imagine myself gurgling and mewling, cooing to her breast in its maternal magnificence. I imagine what it would feel like, to be so little in her arms, to look up and see her gazing down, huge with love and affection, down onto me.

Is she thinking the same thing? I speculate, tentatively, Is she wishing me, too, smaller? A baby at her breast? As she assaults my senses - all of them - with her overpowering beauty and softness, her scent and taste and voice...does she imagine me weaker still? Even more vulnerable and feeble? Does she wish, like I do right now, that her power over me was ultimate, absolute, and that I was a tiny little thing, squirming in her arms?

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka looks on, holding Gray firmly, letting him suckle and rut his head into her right boob....still stroking him ever so methodically she looks down with a grand smile...like a little girl playing with her baby doll, albeit dolls do not have cocks and even if they did, they wouldn't be as large and stiff as Gray's....

In the midst of all this, Milenka releases more pheromones and they surround, no envelop Gray...the milk is like a drug that he is becoming addicted to, but so is the odor coming off of Milenka...it is also pungent, making Gray disoriented...it is controlling and could be doing more to show off her sexual dominance, all while keeping Milenka the giddy and simple bimbo that she is...

And in a sultry yet motherly tone she says aloud...
"Мой маленький хозяин, как я люблю тебя таким образом. У меня на руках. У меня в руке и уход мне рот. Milenka хочет держать вас этот путь навсегда."

Milenka finally feels her right boob empty out and pulls Gray from her nipple...again, catatonic and drooling, she wipes his mouth with her hand then repositions him....Milenka has him standing on top of her, his feet on her big thighs....his cock right above her big tits....she continues to whack him off and says.....

"You come on Mikenka's tits. Will feel good and no looking at my tits. Look in Milenka's красивые глаза. Is means beautiful eyes in Russian. Look at me and say красивые глаза. Milenka knows her Little Master can say such words."

 

[greg grey]

"k-krasivye...glaza..?" I stammer, the foreign words clumsy and heavy, falling from my lips as I look down on her, as she's instructed me, into her eyes, "...you have b-b-beautiful eyes..."

"красивые глаза," she repeats, with mock sterness, redirecting me to the Russian, "красивые глаза...."

"krasivye gl-glaza," I say, more surely now, "krasivye glaza."

She smiles, and clucks an approval as she takes, now with more intent, to stroking my huge cock with one hand as her other steadies me from behind. I am enraptured, nearly hypnotized, and glad that she supports me - my legs are weak, rubbery.

"No looking at my tits," she repeats, and widens her eyes to flash, lustily, as I make the struggle to comply. She is eager, keen to see how she can command me, in my weakened, mesmerized state...and I am eager to obey. I focus on them, staring deep into her, as her pupils dilate more and more in excitement until they nearly eclipse all color.

"krasivye glaza," I continue, now craving her approval so she will bring me, with her skilled hand, to blow my load onto her heavy chest. It waits there, I know it does...but I don't gamble a look at it. Would she stop stroking me? I keep my eyes on hers. ""krasivye glaza, krasivye glaza..." She strokes, up and down my shaft, rotating it in her fist, gradually faster and faster.

And they are, undeniably, красивые глаза. The most beautiful of eyes. In fact, I think, in my bedazzled state, they are the most striking, arresting, brilliant eyes I have ever seen. Her gaze is intense, searching, penetrating. But for as beautiful as they are, they are challenging me. They are challenging me to look away. Like a show of dominance: her gaze is unwavering...can mine do the same?

No - I falter. I have to close my eyes. "красивые глаза," I repeat, in a whine, but she snaps at me, something in Russian, a command to open them again.

I do - I open my eyes to look again into hers. Satisfied, now, with my docile willingness, her face softens. Her smile invites me in to her eyes, which have with my capitulation lost their lusty aggressiveness and now warm to me, and she gives immediate, renewed vigor to my cock. Pumping, pumping, pumping...faster and faster and faster now. She coos to me, eyes never leaving mine, keeping my gaze, encouraging me....come on, come on, come on...and she wants it again, I know...

"красивые глаза, красивые глаза, красивые глаза..." I chant, in perfect Russian, watching with unblinking eyes her smile widen and widen and widen, her eyes sparkle and glint and flare. She pushes back her shoulders, readying herself for me, and immediately, seeing her chest thrust out, I can't hold back any more...

"красивые...глаза..!"

uuuuuuuuUUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh...!

"Oh god..!" I bark, still looking deep into her eyes, "oh god oh god oh god..!" She has my cock aimed at her upper breasts, and suddenly I can feel myself unload onto it. As she pumps she holds my gaze - longer, and longer, and longer - and at the same time readjusts to more strongly hold my bottom, feeling my knees start to buckle. Her eyes encourage me, through my climax: come on, come on, come on...stay with me...don't look away... and she rewards my obedience with a smile of greater and greater affection. I want to watch: I want to see my solid, spasmic cock blowing its load onto her massive breasts, but even more - I want her praise...

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Milenka with a wide smile on her face says....
"Xороший маленький мастер, Good Little Master."

Milenka sucks the rest of the come from his cock, cleaning it off and then pulls him back into her side....she then goes about the business of taking his cream to her fingers and licking then with her tongue and mouth and trying to get as much of his seed down her throat....

Then she arranges the pillows and moves her attention back to Gray...she grabs the pacifier and pushes it straight into his wanting mouth....again she simply says....
"Xороший маленький мастер. Good Little Master."

She swaddles him in some blankets, then pulls one over both of them...Gray could not be more comfortable...
"Now is time for Ma Ma and baby to go to sleep."

Milenka kisses him good night and they both go to sleep....and dream about each other.....

 

[Devilla-Roche]

The Next Morning.....

Milenka is already up...per usual, she has already showered and is dressed and packed.....she has also pumped herself and left a bottle in the refrigerator....

Milenka is getting an early start to the day due to the fact that she and Jackie will make a trip to her new island in the Coronado's...this morning it is eggs over easy, bacon, toast with orange marmalade, coffee, OJ...she decides to have breakfast with Jackie instead to talk planning for the next to days....

(Of course Jackie makes sure that Gray is asleep and shows Milenka how to use the security system....

Some of the conversation.....
M: Did not know cameras in every room.
J: Yes, and he can hear our conversations and record them too.
M: My husband-to-be would make great KGB man under Soviet rule.
J: It's there mainly for security and it makes employees like me honest. Well almost all the time.
M and J: Laughter.
J: I'm amazed at how you get him to do things like take a pacifier in his mouth.
M: I think it is his own male desire. Mr. Gray wants to be treated like this. Is okay, I like making him like baby. I too find it very stimulating. Makes Milenka feel good deep down in pussy. Makes me want to orgasm.
J: Really??
M: Yes, of course. Besides, Mr. Gray like doll and Jackie all girls like dolls even if they husband's-to- be.
M and J: Smiles.


After their breakfast is finished...Jackie calls a livery company to pick them up and take them to the airport...while Milenka brings some breakfast to Gray...

This time, her hair is up and she is in a very pretty sweater dress....Milenka pulls the covers up and unswaddles him...

"Is wake up sleepy head! Time for breakfast."

Milenka places the tray on the bed, takes a seat, and takes out the pacifier from his mouth.....
"Here is breakfast husband-to-be. Milenka and Jackie get early start. Besides, someone else must go to work. Do company business and make money, yes?"

She sees him looking at her, ogling her...she stands up...
"You like dress? Is pretty? You like hair? Tell Milenka. Be honest little boy. I don't want to catch you in лежать. It means lie. Can you say? I repeat. лежать."

Milenka then giggles at his pronunciation....and continues the conversation, being in control at what seems to be at all times as she passively dominates Gray...making decisions for herself and for both of them....

"Also, when you come home tonight, you think about Ma Ma. Bottle is in refrigerator on door. I pumped milk this morning for my Little Master. Make him happy."

Milenka bends over and kisses him on his head....
"Now enjoy breakfast. ~her face so some concern~ Little Master will be all right, yes?"

 

[greg grey]

I had woke a couple times through the night, with her for the first time beside me in my bed. It felt...nice, looking at her, seeing her there, sleeping. I would take the opportunity to look at her breasts, in the darkness of my room, while she slept. I'd stare, to watch her breathe, or just gaze into her cleavage. Stare...and suck. Suck on the pacifier that she had given me. I thought, of course, that I should take out the stupid thing...humiliating, right? But...it felt nice, too. Comforting. And she...she wouldn't judge me, think less of me. In fact - I think it would warm her, seeing me with the pacifier. So...I kept it in, and would drift back to sleep.

When she wakes me, finally, in the morning with breakfast in bed, she's dressed and ready for the day. She looks really, really amazing, in a tight blue sweater-dress that emphasizes her tiny waist and full hips. At her urging I compliment her appearance, as she frets and fusses with my hair, the sheets around me, making sure I start to eat. I even take from her another little Russian lesson.

It's strangely thrilling, being fawned over like this. But still...

"lehat..?" I repeat, " 'lie'. ležat’..ležat’? Was that okay?" She giggles at me, and pinches my nose like I'm the most adorable thing on the plant. "Hey...this, uh, 'Little Master' thing..." I continue, "it's, y'know...uh, amazing when we're...y-y'know...playing, in bed...B-but...when, uh...other times? We should probably c-cool it a bit..."

With that she giggles at me again, and pinches my cheeks. She nods, and says something in Russian - agreeing with me? I guess I can't blame her, belittling me in this endearing way, this morning. Look at the situation: here I am, naked and crusty, still in bed. And here she is, flawlessly gorgeous, coiffed and competent and energized for the day. She even quips on my sloth, joking like she's the new breadwinner in the family.

She sweeps out after telling me of my day. After work, I probably will think of her. But...do I even need to go into work today? I can do some stuff from here, right? Or...not. I do know I need to see Monika about the prenuptial agreement, with the wedding now coming so soon. I had had her working on it weeks earlier, she should be done with it. I could just have her bring it here...

...I'll deal with it after breakfast. Nom nom nom...

"Sure, I'll be right over with it," Monika says, on the phone with me later that morning, after I'd peeled myself out of my nest of a bed, "No no no...don't be silly. No need for you to come into the office. Rest up for the big day, right?"

Monika shows up soon after; I'd managed to throw on my robe again and am in absolute lounging, bed-head on full display. I'm starting to struggle with a little bit of a headache, for which I'd taken a couple aspirin. It didn't seem to help.

"Looking good, boss," Monika states, flat sarcasm, as she plunks a thick document in front of me, onto the coffee table. While I'm a picture of sluggish idleness, sitting on the couch, she looks all done-up and put-together. Not in polished, full-on powerhouse man-eater attorney fashion, just...nice. She looks relaxed, in a red blouse and white pencil skirt. She really does have a fantastic body, gym-toned and curvy.



I start to leaf through the pages, but don't get very far. "What's this?" I asked, suddenly confused, "it's all in...Russian?"

"It's the pre-nup, silly," Monika explains, handing me a pen from where she stands over me, "Don't worry. It's just like we discussed. It's written to totally protect you. We all want you safe. We just need her to be able to read it, totally understand it."

"Yeah, uh, okay..." I agree, taking the pen and preparing to sign the papers, all in Cyrillic gobbledygook. With my headache slowly escalating, I didn't want to read too much to begin with. Anyway, I trusted Monika to do what's right and best for me.

"Excellento," Monika says, as I start to sign, and scoots over to where I sit on the couch. She crouches down next to me and explains, "we'll have her sign it tomorrow..." She watches over me, pointing out the several places I need to put my name, clucking her approval with each signature.

(no dog, and that strawberry is really a pen...)

"Good boy," she chirps at me, and collects them all from me when I'm done, "You two should be a very happy couple."

"Yeah yeah," I concede, "now get out and let me get back to work."

"pssstt..!" Monika laughs at me, and leaves me to my business, a shameless swing to her hips on the way out.

I spend the rest of my day...not working. But thinking...

...about Milenka.

I'm beside myself with my own good fortune. How is this all turning out so awesome for me? During the day, she's a perfect lady. Trained for obsequious service, perfect manners. But at night...<shiver>...it's a fantasy come true.

Later on, I fix myself a little dinner. After these several days with her, I feel sorta like a bachelor again. I look to the few open bottles of wine in the fridge, hoping a drink will get rid of the headache which still lingers with me. But then I see that bottle of milk...

...my evening, to myself, is a weird one....

 

[Devilla-Roche]

The towncar whisks Jackie and Milenka away...conversation ensues...by the time they get to the airport there is some laughter and bonding between the two....some of it is at Gray's expense...Jackie's is very aware of the relationship that is burgeoning between Gray and Milenka, she explains about the magnetism of it all, not only that he wishes for this relationship, but that she is willing to be a part of this with him, to be his Ma Ma and to mother him....

Jackie is always cognizant of what she can and cannot discuss with Milenka...but even with that, the two are becoming friends....

The airport, boarding, and getting on the small plane goes very smoothly, they arrive at the largest Coronado island by 11:07 in the morning....Milenka thinks about naming the island, but still has trouble deciding...once on the ground they are met by the hotel manager, who has his driver bring him back to the resort...

Plans are well laid out at the resort....a text comes in to Jackie who discreetly reads it....KOLECTV checks in, making sure that they are at the resort....they instruct Jackie on a few things and these items are brought up by Jackie in conversation with Milenka and the manager of the resort....

Then discussion regarding the honeymoon ensue....Milenka has many ideas...there are some special plans she goes over with the manager...privacy becomes the cornerstone of her plans, that it is going to be about Milenka and Gray and that any disruption by resort staff, should be kept to a minimum....Milenka will call upon them when it is necessary....Milenka gives the manager of the resort specifics....what she needs for she and her husband-to-be...the manager of the resort will spare no expense to make Milenka happy....

More details get finalized on Friday morning, what with the many calls to the U.S. mainland and return calls on filling orders for everything from the look and feel of the wedding ceremony to the reception and to Milenka's special honeymoon requests....it all falls into place....after a flavorful and late lunch, Jackie and Milenka take a flight back to San Diego....they arrive at San Diego Airport at exactly 3:13 in the afternoon...

By 4:05 the bridesmaids have landed after their long trip from mother Russia....Valentina, Akilinia, Kristina, Tatyana, and Elvira walk through the gate...they are happy to see Milenka....they put on a front for Milenka and make it look as though they are meeting Jackie for the first time, but secretly, these woman have met Jackie several times and are aware that she is KOLECTV's American operative on the West Coast...

There is some giggles and laughter and much reminiscing as the girls have missed Milenka since their time in KOLECTV's facility back in Russia....they are still in awe of her body and are genuinely happy to be around her...Russian is being spoken at length and Jackie, for her part can keep up...they settle in two towncars and are brought back to Gray's estate....

It is slightly after 5 o'clock in the evening....Gray is still at work and Milenka helps Valentina, Akilinia, Kristina, Tatyana, and Elvira get settled in at the cottage....

Milenka decides that being Friday and with the arrival of her friends from Russia tonight would be a good night for a pool party....she goes to work and with Jackie's help Milenka pulls together some appetizers and gets dinner prepared....more vodka is placed in the refrigerator along with a couple of bottles of champagne....

The girls come back in after showering....all dressed up as if they were going to a party...it is a bevvy of babes, including Jackie and Milenka...and everyone is having a first vodka to loosen up and for old times sake...

"возгласы и приветствую всех моих сестер!" ~ Milenka says with a huge smile as everyone quickly knocks down a vodka....there is a second and a third until Gray's arrival...he is at the doorway of the living room and sees that it is filled with five gorgeous women, even Jackie is in the mix....he is astounded....

Milenka races up to her husband...giggling and smiling....
"Добро пожаловать домой со своим будущим мужем-к-быть. Я скучаю по тебе очень дорого! ~she holds him playfully by his jaw, showing just how in control of him she is without showing it too much~ Master, it means, Welcome home, future husband-to-be. I miss you dearly!" ....and kisses him on the cheek and tells him... "Girls and I having little party. You come join us, no. Of course my Master does. Let me introduce."

Valentina, Akilinia, Kristina, Tatyana, and Elvira sit there with big smiles on their faces....a big night is just beginning.....

 

[greg grey]

Okay, I just sorta want to go home and go to bed.

I know Milenka's probably back home by now. The ladies - the bridesmaids - they may be there as well. And I'll probably be expected to greet them, play the host, etc etc etc. But - man - this headache stinks. It had gotten better, for a little while, last night. But then I woke up again with it, and it's slowly come back with a vengeance. It's turned into a dull throb, and I'm having trouble concentrating, now, on these shipping manifests I'm supposed to be looking through.

Good thing it's getting late. I'd put in a good showing today already, at the offices downtown; I showed up early morning and made it to now, just past five o'clock. I think I have everything tied up enough to withstand my absence for the next week or so until after I return from the wedding and honeymoon; Monika and my other advisers will be around to oversee operations when I'm gone, anyway.

So, I head back home: I had driven myself again, today, but now wish I hadn't. The sun is hurting my eyes and I'd left my sunglasses somewhere...I dunno...else. I get home soon after six and immediately upon coming through the front door I hear a bevy of female voices coming from the great room. Laughing and chattering. The bridesmaids have obviously arrived, and it sounds like they're having fun.

I take a deep breath - okay, make an appearance, and excuse yourself to bed - and head into the great room. I stop at the entryway, and overlook the scene...

Oh god my house is infested with women.

Well, there are - what - five of them? Sitting about the room on the leather couches and chairs. Plus Milenka. Plus Jackie. Seven, I guess. But - maybe it's just my aching head, making the situation seem more overwhelming - the room just seems much more full. Their lively energy, and the volume of their voices - it's overpowering me, I can tell. I'm nervous in social situations to begin with, and with my headache...yikes..

I stand there, for a few moments, and no one notices me. Fine by me, but it just makes me feel a little...small. The conversations, also - in their high, female tones and girlish titters - are all in a Russian. I look from one girl to the next to the next...they're all beautiful...all KOLECTV models of female perfection.

But none, of course, as perfect as my Milenka...

...who has stood and is bounding, now, across the room towards me, giggling and calling to me:

"Добро пожаловать домой со своим будущим мужем-к-быть. Я скучаю по тебе очень дорого!"

The bounce of her breasts is startling in her cleavage-baring pink tank top, and her fast steps are purposeful but girlishly careful in high-heeled sandals and tight jeans. She takes my face in her hand, in playful possessiveness, and patiently explains her Russian:

"Master, it means 'Welcome home, future husband-to-be. I miss you dearly!' "

She leans down to kiss me on the cheek, and then stands to her full height, right next to me. She's gazing down on me adoringly, and all the ladies in the room begin to coo and cluck in girlish approval.

"это мистер Грей? Вашей миллионером?"

"он такой милый!"

"ой, Milenka, приведите его сюда! принести его сюда! заставить его выпить!"

"Да, заставить его сидеть рядом со мной!"

"Нет, я, я!"

Milenka seems to swell next to me, and I'm suddenly feeling even more small, under the scrutiny of all these women.

"Hi Jackie," I squeak, raising my hand. She smiles back at me in good humor.

Indifferent, seemingly, to the others in the room, Milenka's attention is totally focused on me. Her gaze down onto me is intense.

"Girls and I having little party," she continues, "You come join us, no? Of course my Master does. Let me introduce...."

"Valentina, Akilinia, Kristina, Tatyana, and Elvira..."

The girls, quiet for the moment, sit and look up at me, each with their own smile. My social phobias, and my nervousness around pretty women all kick in at the same time.

"S-so..." I stutter, finding my tongue as Milenka goes to sit again, next to Jackie, "W-welcome, everyone to m-my...uh...our...home." Their gazes are solid, but no one speaks. So, I contiue. "Looks like we have..what? A bridal shower here? A bachelorette party?"

No one seems to answer, and as I look over at Milenka and Jackie...



...I ask about these five bridesmaids:

"Does anyone here speak English?"