Lisa's Milk Problem Ch. 02 Version 02

CHAPTER 2

After Lisa's request, there was a brief pause at the other end. Finally, Jason's voice came through, calm and reassuring. "I understand, Lisa. This is a big step, and I commend your courage."

"Jason," she began, her voice wavering between hope and resolve, "I'm ready to give this therapy a try."

Jason acknowledged her decision, his tone gentle yet firm. "Lisa, I'm here to support you every step of the way. We'll start at your pace and ensure your comfort throughout the process."

"Lisa," he continued, emphasizing his next words, "I want to stress that our sessions will focus solely on providing relief for your breasts and balancing your hormones. There won't be any physical intimacy involved beyond what's necessary for the therapy."

Lisa appreciated the clarification. Her primary goal was to find relief for her engorged breasts, and she wanted to ensure that her boundaries were respected throughout the process. She was relieved to know that Jason was dedicated to her well-being and understood the importance of maintaining professionalism.

"Thank you for clarifying that, Jason," Lisa responded, her gratitude evident in her voice. "I'm here to find relief, and I trust your expertise."

Jason, attentive to Lisa's comfort and well-being, gently addressed any concerns she might have. "Lisa, it's important that you feel at ease during our sessions. I don't want you to feel restrained or restricted in any way. The therapy works best when you're relaxed and free to explore your comfort zones. You have the freedom to express your needs and boundaries, and I'll proceed accordingly."

Lisa appreciated Jason's consideration and flexibility. She had already taken a significant step by embracing this unconventional therapy, and knowing that she had the agency to guide the process put her mind at ease. Her trust in Jason continued to deepen as he prioritized her comfort and autonomy.

"Thank you, Jason," Lisa responded.

With the understanding and mutual respect established between Lisa and Jason, he considered the logistics of their therapy sessions. "Lisa," he began, "I have a dedicated space at my home where we can conduct the sessions. It's designed to provide a comfortable and secure environment, and I believe it will be the ideal setting for our therapy."

Lisa contemplated the offer. She had taken the first step by seeking help from Jason, and the prospect of a more intimate setting raised a mix of curiosity and anticipation within her. Her primary focus remained finding relief for her engorged breasts, and she trusted Jason's judgment in choosing the best environment for their sessions.

"Jason," she replied, her voice filled with determination, "I'm willing to try the therapy at your home, but I trust that you'll create a safe and comfortable space for our sessions."

Jason appreciated Lisa's trust in him, and he reassured her, "Thank you for your trust, Lisa. I'll ensure that our sessions are conducted with the utmost professionalism and respect for your comfort."

As the day of their first session at Jason's home approached, Lisa felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement. She had never embarked on a journey like this before, and the unconventional nature of the therapy added an element of the unknown. However, her desire for relief and the trust she had placed in Jason gave her the courage to move forward.

The next morning, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she navigated the winding roads to Jason's home, Lisa felt her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She was on her way to allow a near stranger to suckle her breasts-- a sacred space traditionally reserved for her child or husband. The idea seemed surreal, as if it were the plot of an avant-garde film she'd never watch. A voice inside her questioned her decision with each press of the gas pedal. She felt vulnerable, on the verge of crossing a personal boundary as she approached Jason, a tall black man with an African accent who called it 'Husband Therapy.' The weight of her impending choice hung heavily on her.

Her palms felt clammy on the wheel as she navigated a turn, her nerves fraying with every mile she covered. Yet, beneath the layers of anxiety and apprehension, a tiny flicker of excitement managed to sustain itself. It was new, it was scary, but it was also an adventure, a departure from her normal life that had suddenly turned into a monotonous cycle of pain and discomfort. She exhaled deeply, reminding herself why she was doing this--she needed relief, and she had chosen to place her trust in Jason. Despite the undeniable apprehensions, that trust was her anchor, holding her steady as she drove closer to the unknown.

His residence was nestled in a serene neighborhood, surrounded by lush greenery and a sense of tranquility that immediately put her at ease. Jason was dressed in scrubs, and welcomed her with a warm smile.

"Welcome, Lisa," he greeted her. "I'm glad you could make it. Please, come inside."

As Lisa entered his home, she was led to the therapy room, a space that had been thoughtfully designed for their session. Soft lighting, soothing colors, and comfortable furnishings created an atmosphere of relaxation. A massage table stood at the center of the room, draped in soft linens, and a gentle aroma of lavender lingered in the air.

Jason explained the process to Lisa, ensuring that she understood each step and emphasizing her agency in guiding the therapy. "Lisa," he said, "we'll begin with a discussion about your needs and boundaries for today's session. Your comfort is our top priority, and you can express any concerns or preferences at any time."

Their conversation flowed naturally, and as they discussed the therapy's objectives and the techniques involved, Lisa's anxiety began to subside. Jason's professionalism and dedication to her well-being reassured her, and she felt a growing sense of trust in their partnership.

"Let's begin, Lisa," Jason said, his tone gentle yet confident. "Please make yourself comfortable on the massage table, and we'll proceed at your pace."

As Lisa sat across from Jason, she hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly as she began to remove her top. With the fabric sliding off her shoulders, she was left clad only in her bra, its cups barely containing her swollen breasts, also creating a tight and deep cleavage that looked very enchanting. Each breath she took made them heave upwards, trying to spill out, straining against the material, creating a rhythmic dance of constriction and release. The lace detailing and the slight shadow it cast on her creamy skin only added to their allure.

Jason couldn't help but be momentarily entranced by the sight before him. The rise and fall of her pale breasts bursting with milk in the confines of her bra, coupled with the visible pulsation of her engorged veins, evoked an involuntary reaction from him. Any straight man who saw those, would beg her for an opportunity to put his hands on them and suck them, at least once before he died; that would be his dying wish. A faint blush crept up his neck as he felt a stirring of arousal. However, he quickly reeled his emotions in, reminding himself of the professional boundary that needed to be maintained.

Acknowledging the shared moment, Lisa then lay down on the table, taking another deep breath as she unclasped her bra, setting her breasts free. Their fullness and the slight glisten of milk at the tip of her 1.5 inch long, juicy nipples painted a picture of feminine fertility. Jason, with renewed focus, prepared to commence the therapy session.

Before touching her, Jason began with a hot towel, carefully draping it over Lisa's breasts. The heat penetrated deep, warming up her ducts and the milk lobules beneath her skin, prepping her for what was to come.

As the towel was removed, Jason reached for a small bottle of oil infused with herbs and essential oils known for their soothing properties. Carefully, he warmed a few drops between his palms before applying it to Lisa's skin. His skilled fingers then grazed the sides of her engorged breasts, heightening her awareness of the intense intimacy of the moment. His hands began to move in deliberate patterns, tracing the complex network of ducts beneath her skin. Using his fingers and palms, he massaged her from the armpits to the top of the breast, then to the sides, the bottom, and finally to the nipple and areola. Each touch was calculated, applying just enough gentle pressure to manipulate the milk stored in her glands.

With each touch, Lisa's body tensed up; his manipulations were intensifying her discomfort, not relieving it. Sensing her pain, he paused and looked up at her.

"Lisa, I know this is painful, but the massage is necessary to prepare the glands and the ducts and your nipples for what comes next," Jason said. "Your ducts are quite congested, and we need to loosen things up a bit before I can safely help to unclog them by suckling. Trust me, it's a crucial part of the process."

As his skilled fingers navigated the deep, tender regions of her breasts, touching parts of her that even the most intimate moments with her ex rarely explored, Lisa felt an unexpected flood of emotions. As his skilled fingers navigated the deep, tender regions of her breasts, Lisa found herself unable to look away from his face. His eyes were intently focused on the task at hand, a display of professionalism and concentration that strangely comforted her. Vulnerability surged through her, making her acutely aware of how she had surrendered her most private, sacred spaces to this man. When his fingers firmly grasped a group of congested milk ducts, a shot of pain ricocheted through her body, but it was a pain she welcomed. It bound her to him in that moment, making her feel paradoxically safe and submissive.

The fact that he was a stranger, a strong, tall, black man whose skin contrasted vividly with her own, only amplified her excitement. There was a taboo thrill in it all, in the audacity of sharing this intensely personal experience with someone she could not openly tell her friends or family about. Yet, here she was, and she was enjoying herself. Her mind whirred with a mixture of confusion and clarity. She was vulnerable, yes, but she also felt a sense of peace and a rush of arousal she couldn't quite explain. The complexity of these emotions was overwhelming, yet they somehow coalesced into a singular, thrilling experience that she never anticipated. It was a moment of profound surrender and trust, a confluence of fear, excitement, and taboo that made her question why she felt this way and yet also accept it as a newfound truth in her life.

As he completed the massage, Jason soaked a towel in hot water, wringing it out before gently placing it over Lisa's engorged, painful breasts while she was still laying down. The hot towel molded to the shape of her swollen, tender breasts, creating a warm, humid embrace around each udder. The moist heat penetrated her skin, signaling her tissues and milk ducts to relax, albeit not sufficiently to alleviate her clogged condition. Then, placing his palms over the towel, Jason began to rub in circular motions, pressing gently yet firmly. The towel served as a medium for his hands to glide smoothly, pressing in the heat and wiping away the herbal oil he had used. "The massage stage is complete for now. Could you please sit up for the next stage?"

Lisa complied, feeling a rush of adrenaline. As she sat, the weight of her breasts shifted, the nipples becoming even more pronounced.

Jason stepped closer, the atmosphere thick with sexual tension. "As we discussed," he began, his voice husky, "The next stage involves a more...direct method of relief. I'll be suckling on your breasts to try to clear the blockages." Lisa's heart raced, she could feel every inch of space between them, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers. She watched, entranced, as he slowly lowered his face towards her chest. The moment felt endless, every second dripping with anticipation.

His face approached hers, and as he moved closer to her chest, his eyes scanned the vast expanse of her engorged breast. "Impressive," he whispered in his mind. The size was undeniable, each breast larger than his head, and the nipple, swollen from engorgement, stood prominently.

The space between Jason's lips and Lisa's nipple diminished slowly, and when they finally met, it was with a mixture of clinical precision, lust, and reverence.

Lisa gasped and shut her eyes.

The sensation was familiar, because of her daughter Paige, but also entirely new, overwhelming in its intensity, because it was from a man's mouth. For a moment after his moist lips made contact with her sensitive nipple, there was only silence, filled with the pressure of the vacuum his mouth had created. Lisa felt Jason's warm moist large mouth easily envelope her nipple and entire areola, which Paige couldn't.

As Jason initiated his first few shallow pulls, Lisa's mind became a cacophony of thoughts and sensations, struggling to process this new experience. Her brain felt like a hyperactive computer, scrambling to make sense of thousands of random incoming inputs. She was nervous, anxious, her senses heightened to a degree she'd never before experienced.

Jason's initial suckles on her nipple and areola were a series of slow, shallow pulls that signaled his intent but did not challenge her stubborn milk ducts. After a few minutes, he increased the tempo of the shallow pulls. Lisa could feel the change of sensations on her nipples and areolas. This was different than the most advanced breast pump she had tried. It felt better, real, not mechanical. Jason took his time, working step-by-step, methodically. This way he could also enjoy her nipples for a longer duration. Jason wasn't trying to suck hard right away to get the result, as this could collapse the ducts and be counterintuitive. He had to be patient and methodical although he knew in advance there would be no results in these initial methods.

For 10 long minutes, a patient silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by the occasional wet sounds of Jason's suckles. During this time, Lisa transitioned gradually from cacophony to a meditative trance, hyperaware yet detached, as if floating on the surface of a deep, still lake. Her mind grappled with the multitude of sensations and thoughts, from the sheer physicality of Jason's mouth on her breast to the emotional whirlpool that swirled within her.

As Jason transitioned his technique, he effortlessly increased the rate of his shallow suckles to a peak, and then suddenly switched to slow, deep, rhythmic pulls, sucking really hard on her teat to pull deep inside his mouth to the back of his throat. Engaging the full strength of his jaw, he drew her nipple and areola further into the back of mouth with each pull. As he recalibrated his grip, his palm softly cradled the voluptuous curve of her breast, providing a gentle counterweight to the insistent pull from his mouth. A storm of sensations engulfed Lisa, each more intricate than the last. Each of his pulls felt like it reached into her very soul, tendrils of arousal and piercing, almost agonizing, but sweet pain radiating through her body, shooting up her spine and coiling tightly around her core.

Sensing her emotional and physical response, Jason paused, his mouth leaving her nipple momentarily as he looked up into her eyes. "I know this might be difficult and could cause pain for a bit, but this step is necessary for the process," he reassured her in a soothing, low voice, thick with intent. "Take your time. When you're ready, we'll continue."

Lisa was breathing heavily with her eyes closed. After a few seconds to collect herself, Lisa spoke. Her voice was a delicate mix of vulnerability and burgeoning trust. "I understand. Please, go on."

Nodding in acknowledgment, Jason returned to his focused endeavor. He resealed his lips around her sensitive skin, eager to continue their intimate journey as he resumed his calculated, rhythmic suckling, each strong suck and tug now imbued with a deeper sense of shared understanding and commitment.

The atmosphere was thick with a mixture of medical necessity and vulnerable intimacy, and each long, deliberate pull from Jason only heightened the sensation. Lisa felt her heart pounding, each beat echoing the rhythm of his deep pulls. The anticipation was nearly unbearable. Then, as she felt the twentieth--or was it the fortieth?--deep pull, a new sensation emerged. A slow, hesitant release of tension in some of her knots in the left breast, almost imperceptible but undeniably there.

Jason's eyes met hers, and Lisa could see a glint of triumph. As if a dam had been breached, a trickle of milk began to flow, each droplet a hard-won victory that mixed relief with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. She felt her body loosen, a spasm of relief echoing the sensation of draining ducts, incomplete but significantly reduced.

He maintained his rhythm, never breaking suction, each pull yielding more of the precious fluid. As the tension diminished, Jason's body also seemed to relax, although his cock was hard inside his scrubs. Lisa noticed it but ignored it for now. And then, as if responding to an unspoken cue, he gently detached himself from her left breast and mirrored his actions on her right, his technique now well-practiced, and the resulting flow more easily won.

Finally, after another series of deep, rhythmic pulls, Lisa felt her right breast begin to yield its trapped milk. The relief was palpable, though not as complete as she would have hoped. Yet it was significantly more relief than she had ever experienced, and for that, she felt a rush of gratitude mixed with a newfound hope. Jason maintained his pace until he sensed that he had drained as much from her right breast as he had from her left.

As Jason gently pulled away, their session drew to a close, and Lisa was filled with an overwhelming sense of realization: She had found a glimmer of hope, and perhaps, the beginning of a solution. However, it wasn't just the physical relief that had transformed her perspective. For the first time since her child's birth, the intimate touch of another--a man who was not her long term partner or her husband--had awakened a potent arousal in her. The dampness in her panties was undeniable, a silent testament to the fervor he had inadvertently ignited. His methodical suckling, that unique ebb and flow of pressure, had not only alleviated her physical ailment but had also kindled a fire within her. She couldn't ignore the arousal, but she was solidly committed to maintaining the boundaries they had discussed, and she composed herself, determined to adhere to their agreement. From Jason's demeanor, she felt he was too, even though he had a raging hard on from this encounter. Neither of them spoke about this aspect, which meant it was not up for discussion. Nothing had changed. Professional boundaries were going to be maintained. She felt good about this. And safe.

Collecting herself, she gently put on her bra, feeling the now less engorged weight of her breasts. Slipping into her top, she grabbed her purse, still replaying the session in her mind, each detail stoking the embers of her arousal.

As she made her way toward the door, she tried to compose herself, reminding herself that this was a therapy session, nothing more. However, when she reached the door, Jason spoke softly, "Lisa, I'm glad we could make progress today. Remember to continue with the prescribed routine. It's crucial for your lactation."

Lisa nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shyness and arousal. "Thank you, Jason. I'll follow your instructions diligently." She smiled.

They stood at the threshold for a moment, their eyes locked in a shared understanding. Lisa reached into her purse to retrieve her card, ready to make the payment for the session. The transaction, she hoped, would provide a semblance of normalcy to what had just transpired between them.