My husband is a successful plastic surgeon. We met in college. He helped his income by moonlighting in a tattoo and hair removal establishment. I had seen him around campus, but the first time that I talked to him was when I went to get a tattoo. I wanted a rose near my pussy. We talked about what I wanted, and he he freelanced the tattoo. He put it a little to the right, and the stem seemed to form the letter "W". Still it looked great, and his handling made me wet. We were in a private room, and his fingers were inside me. I came just from that manipulation. I asked him to fuck me then and there, but he couldn't until the tattoo healed. We arranged to meet in his apartment as soon as the healing time passed. I don't know if he was a natural or if it was his medical training, but he could play my body like an instrument. Of course, his thick 8 inches helped. I came often and intensely, much more than ever before. I was smitten, and I told him that I was in love that night. He said that he was skeptical about loving him. He asked if I would be willing to prove it to him. I said yes. He said that I would be tested immediately if I agreed, but that our relationship would require constant testing. I agreed to that as well. My first test was to wear a leather black collar and locking wrist cuffs, and nothing more. I gladly accepted. He secured my hands behind my back. Then he rubbed and fondled my entire body while kissing me. I was so hot that I begged him to fuck me. He said that he would prefer a bald pussy to fuck. I asked him to shave me, and he did. Then he made me beg him to fuck me, and I had to tell him that I was a whore for his dick. I did it, and again I was rewarded with a fabulous sex session. After, I had to lick him clean as part of my oral sex training. (I was not a great cocksucker, but I worshiped his cock.) I was required to only wear the collar and cuffs in his apartment, unless others were present. Our love life was to be private; I could not tell the details to anyone. Our relationship continued like that through college. When he went to medical school, I worked as a nurse. He modified my body "to become more desirable". I allowed him to laser remove all of my body hair below my neck. He finished my tattoo to read "Whore". He put me on birth control pills to have skin to skin contact and to make my tits grow. When he finished medical school and residency, I was still in complete submissive love with him. One night, he told me that my tits still hadn't grown enough. I thought that he was proposing surgery, but he had other ideas. He wanted to give me a special hormone supplement to make them grow. It could have the side effect of making me lactate. I didn't care, even when he said that I wouldn't be able to work if that happened. I would do anything for him, and I think that he knew it. I agreed. He asked me to marry him then. He wanted the wedding to happen before I went on his special pill. We were married in a beautiful ceremony. Our honeymoon was consumed with sex. My wedding night attire in the hotel was a brand new set of collar and cuffs, metal this time. This was one of his gifts. We toured the islands and tanned in the sun, sleeping on our blankets during the day and having sex all night. When we returned home, there was a wrapped box; however, he told me not to open it yet. That night, he gave me the first pill. It worked on me like some type of female viagra, and the effect lasted for a few hours. I started getting the pill every Friday night. Each week, the effects seemed to last longer. As the pill started lasting through Sunday morning, I started to worry about going to work on Monday morning horny as hell. Much to his delight, my tits expanded nicely. He told me that due to his MD status, I had to be his only woman. To satisfy him as his only woman, the tests would continue throughout our marriage. I had signed a pre-nup and a non-disclosure agreement that would provide a living income in the event of divorce, as long as I said nothing about our sex life. I begged him to never divorce me. I was more in love each year. After getting my special pill on a Friday night, the next morning I noticed a slight leak from my left breast. I showed it to him. He asked if I wanted to discontinue the pill, but he warned me that discontinuing would cause my breasts to deflate, wrinkle, and sag. I knew that he did not want that to happen. I wanted to do everything to be desirable for him. I said no. He then said that I would have to quit my job and stay home. He said he would move us out of our flat into a new custom built home with a pool and a home gym. It would also have a secret room with sex equipment. I was thrilled. The house was on 10 acres in wooded seclusion. The windows were high so no one could see inside. Even the pool was walled in for privacy. I only wore my collar and cuffs, and he gave me a new set that stayed locked in place. I didn't see the secret room for months after we moved in. My tits stayed full, perky, and plump with milk. Hs loved drinking my milk each evening and morning. I loved it too. In addition to my lactating nipples, I found that my sex drive was increasing. I was enjoying sex more and more. I begged, moaned, and starting talking dirty. When he let me sit on his dick, I wiggled and thrusted all over his magnificent dick. This seemed to excite him greatly. The more he seemed to enjoy my submissively whorish actions and and milky tits, the less worried I was about him tiring of me. Although I worked out in the home gym, I think that my weight didn't change due to my milk production and his consumption. I was having a problem though. I was getting so horny that I almost couldn't wait for him to get home. I told him, and he chuckled. "My little horny Whore Cow, I knew this might happen. Come into the sex room, I have a surprise for you." I hadn't been in this room before that night. Inside was an "X" cross, a pillory, a sex swing, a fucking bench, a sybian, and a thrusting fucking machine. I immediately tried out both fucking machines and came over and over. Then he locked me in the pillory. "Tonight, I am only going to fuck you. Someday, you will get whipped as well. Do you agree?" I replied, "yes, yes, yessss." Every night and every morning, he drains my tits. He puts my milk in his thermos of coffee to take to work. I orgasm constantly while he nurses me. Every night, he either fucks me or watches me getting machine fucked in the sex swing. He also whips me often. I have grown to love cumming as he whips my pussy. In spite of all of this lovemaking, I get horny when he is not at home, but I use the fucking machines and the dildoes he brings me. I am in love, and life is wonderful. He bought me a Siamese cat named "Pussy" for company. She loves my milk, but she doesn't get much. I love my "Pussy", and he loves his pussy and mouth and ass. Being a Whore Cow is wonderful.