The Legend of Floppy Milkbags

by Steven Seven

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Mind Control, Slavery, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, DomSub, MaleDom, Humiliation, Harem, White Male, White Female, Anal Sex, Analingus, Lactation, Oral Sex, Scatology, Water Sports, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: In the Master's World one man owns a vast harem of female sex slaves. Many have gigantic breasts. Before entering his harem, these women started out as youngsters in training. Each girl is raised and taught by a retired sex slave who serves as her mommy. One of the most popular teaching stories is "The Legend of Floppy Milkbags", the story of a young girl with precociously big breasts. Even at a young age, her breasts are huge. And they keep on growing. What's a young girl to do?


This is a story of extreme Male Dominance and utter female submission. The sex is down and dirty.

Reader reaction to my previous erotic fiction would suggest that only a minority of readers will enjoy this type of story. Consider yourself forewarned.


This story takes place in THE MASTER’S WORLD universe. The nature of that universe is described most fully in my serial “Welcome to My World.”

In the MASTER’S WORLD universe one man owns and rules a vast harem of female sex slaves. Our hero—the Master—possesses many, many beautiful women. A large percentage of them have incredibly big breasts. Before entering his harem, these women had started out as youngsters in training to become his future sex slaves.

Girls in training are raised by women who instruct the youngsters in all the ways of pleasuring the one man they will eventually spend their lives serving. Each girl is raised by a retired sex slave who serves as her mommy (whether or not the woman gave birth to the girl, or merely adopted her). The girls are trained by these mommies, and by their school teachers, and by the other adult women in their community. All of these women had many years of experience as the Master’s sex slaves. They know what he likes and how to give it to him. By the time a girl enters the Master’s service on the day she turns 14-years-old, she has been very thoroughly taught by these experienced female sex slaves.

Stories have been used since time immemorial to teach lessons to children about the world they will experience when they grow up. In the Master’s World, one of the most popular teaching stories is “The Legend of Floppy Milkbags.” It is the story of a young girl with precociously big breasts. Even at a young age, her breasts are huge. And they keep growing, and growing, and growing. What’s a young girl to do?

When little girls are growing up in Master’s World, before they are old enough to enter his harem, they are told “The Legend of Floppy Milkbags.” Like all legends, it has many truths behind it, and many lessons to teach. Little girls listen to the Legend of Floppy Milkbags with rapt attention when their mommies tell them about it, and when their school teachers include it in their lesson plans, and when the girls watch the many dramatic productions of the legend on stage and screen.

Here, for your edification, is the story as little girls hear it at their mother’s knee.

Once upon a time, long before the Master created his harem here in Master’s World, back on earth there was a young teenager with enormous breasts. When she was barely into her teens, her tits were already bigger than the breasts of any adult woman in town. The other girls teased her about her gigantic udders. Her given name was Margaret. But the other girls called her Floppy Milkbags.

Margaret was a pretty redhead with pale white skin and blue eyes. Her mother also had large breasts. But her mother’s breasts weren’t nearly as big as Margaret’s. Her mother was a wise and kind woman, who had also been teased when she was younger.

“The best way to deal with the teasing is to take the name they call you and make it your own” she told her daughter. “Call yourself Floppy Milkbags. Be proud of your large breasts. There is nothing wrong with having big tits. The other girls are just jealous that your tits are bigger than theirs.”

So Margaret took her mother’s advice. The other girls began teasing her less. They didn’t stop altogether. But they stepped back from doing it all the time.

Eventually, Margaret got so used to calling herself Floppy Milkbags that everyone else did it too, even her friends. Finally, she asked her mother if she could have her named legally changed to Floppy Milkbags. Her mother was reluctant at first. But she eventually agreed. Soon enough, her mother saw the wisdom in her daughter’s decision, because the girl’s breasts continued to grow and grow. Her mother had to have special clothes made for her daughter, including custom-made bras.

“Well” her mother finally said, “your beautiful pair of milk bags certainly are gigantic and floppy. Floppy Milkbags is the perfect name for you.”

By the time Floppy Milkbags had turned 18, her massive tits hung down past her belly button. When she graduated from high school, her tits in their special bra pushed her graduation gown so far forward that it looked like she was walking inside a tent. Floppy had studied many subjects in high school, but her favorites were human sexuality and photography. She hoped to go into the pornography business someday, as a photographer and producer, and also as an actress. Although Floppy Milkbags was still a virgin, she had deep erotic desires. She was also a natural submissive. She wanted to become the sex slave of a man who would be her Master for life. Every day Floppy Milkbags dreamed of becoming the property of the man of her dreams. She wanted to be wholly owned, body and soul.

A tragedy struck soon after Floppy Milkbags graduated from high school. Her mother was struck by a terrible disease, and was given only days to live. In hospital, on her death bed, Floppy’s mother told her “Go find the man of your dreams. Kneel before him and beg him to own you. Even if he already has another woman or many women, pledge your undying love for him and beg him to make you his slave. The best thing any woman can ever do is to become the property of a man, to love and serve him forever. Do whatever he tells you, no matter how degrading, disgusting, or painful it might be. Woman exists to be used by man. That is our only purpose. No matter what he does, thank him for whatever he does to you. Always be completely submissive and grateful to your Owner. The man who owns you is your god. Promise me you will do this, Floppy. It’s my dying wish.”

Floppy Milkbags promised to do as her mother told her. In truth, it was exactly what Floppy wanted to do anyway. She had always wanted to be owned and used by the man of her dreams. Becoming his slave was her highest ambition.

Floppy Milkbags even knew what this man looked like. He had been appearing in her dreams since she was a little girl. In her dreams, he had been having sex with her for as long as she could remember. She loved him with all her heart. She longed to meet him in the flesh, to go down on her knees before him, taking his dick in her mouth and sucking it until her came in her mouth. And then, after swallowing his cum, she always thanked him sincerely, telling him that swallowing his cum was the greatest moment of her life. He would smile and then start pissing in her mouth. Floppy would gulp down his urine as much as she could, with the rest dribbling down her tits and splashing on the floor. It was a wonderful dream. She had it over and over again.

But it was not the only dream of him. She would also dream that he fucked her up the ass. That hurt. But she was grateful for it nonetheless, because she enjoyed giving him pleasure. After he was done buttfucking her, he would command her to suck his dick clean. She did, cleaning his dick in her mouth. He would then cum in her mouth, she would swallow his cum, and thank him just as she did in the other dream. And as in the other dream, he then proceeded to piss in her mouth and she drank it.

By the time she was old enough to watch her mother’s pornography collection, she saw that the only man who ever appeared on screen was the man of her dreams. Her mother told her that this is the man who owns all women and girls as his personal property. But not all women and girls were in his harem at the moment. Floppy would have to go and find him. This was every girl’s quest.

So after her mother’s passing, Floppy Milkbags set out to find the man of her dreams. She traveled far and wide. One day, when she was in a farming area, she decided to take a walk through a grove of fruit trees. It was very pleasant to walk beneath the tree limbs, feeling the cool air. Suddenly, she saw a blonde woman picking some fruit. Floppy was surprised, because she thought that only robots performed such labor. She was even more surprised when she drew closer and got a good look at the woman. This woman’s breasts were even larger than Floppy’s! Feeling that they had something big in common, Floppy walked up to the woman and began a conversation.

“Hello” Floppy said. “I thought I had the biggest tits in the world, but it looks like yours are even bigger than mine. It appears that we have something big in common. My name is Floppy Milkbags. Yes, that’s my real name. I had it changed from my birth name after the girls in school started calling me that and wouldn’t quit. Now I’m proud of my name because my tits are my best feature.”

The woman smiled at Floppy. “We do have something big in common. My story is a lot like yours. I was always teased for having gigantic breasts. My name is Ursula. And my life changed after I came here to live here at the Home.”

“The Home?” Floppy asked. “What’s that, Ursula?”

“It’s the Home for the Incurably Big-Titted. The name is a little bit misleading though, since it implies that someone would like to cure big-tittedness. No one wants to do that, least of all the man who owns the home and all the girls in it, my Lord and Master, the man who owns me.”

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