I am No FemDom, but Prostate Milking excites me. Sometimes My Master tasks me with something he doesn’t want to do, and he watches as I do it. It turns me on to be watched. Lured over By Him.
A Friend of his has always wanted me, he wants to fuck me. Normally Wes, {That’s My sirs name} Wes has me fuck some of his colleges, his friends. But For Some reason he does not want Brandon, to touch me. However, this week it was different.
I was told that Brandon would be coming over and that I was tasked with making him cum. The rules were that I couldn’t use my mouth, pussy or ass to make him cum, and I had to drag it out over 8 hours and make it agonizing. I knew right away, I would be using the milking table.
…Milking his cum
Brandon arrived and had no knowledge of what was in store for him. He only knew That I am into BDSM, and I am submissive. I took him by the hand and led him into the playroom. Candles lit, tool’s schism playing low in the background. I asked him to undress, and climb on the table lying face down.
“What is this Angel?” Brandon questioned, half laughing. I began to explain.
“The Milking table is like a lab bench style table. 7 feet Long. You mount it, and lie face down. It’s been designed with a hole sawed out and sanded, for a penis and testicles to drop through. The table is also adjustable so you can raise and lower it. It has already been adjusted so I can sit comfortably beneath it. The Divets on the corners are crafted, so your limbs can be restrained to it with a lobster claw that locks in.”
“Please Brandon… up, up”
Naked. He climbed up on the table. Smiling, but you could see both fear and excitement on his face. This made him sexy, to me. That fear of not knowing what’s about to happen. I made my way to the end of the table where his ankles would be locked. ” Please stay on your hands and knees, You are going to feel me hooking your ankles in the shackles.”
He was bent, on all fours. Vulnerable. After Locking his ankles in, I made my way to the head of the table. Put My face, close to his. “Try to relax, just breathe” My black sheer open cupped bra, and sheer black panties hugged my body perfectly. Brandon Couldn’t take his eyes off of me. “Stay in this position, I’m going to do a little something to help you relax”
I made my way back to the foot of the table. Sir said I couldn’t use my mouth, ass or pussy to make him cum, but he didn’t say i couldn’t use them at all. Up on the table, Crawling up between his legs, My hands on each round cheek of his ass. I massaged his meaty globes. My hands kneading, and pulling his crack open. I leaned in and gave a broad lick with my fat wet tongue.
…licking his hole
A Mans man, was what Brandon was. He almost cooed when my tongue slid over his brown hole. I licked from the bottom of his balls, to the tippy top of his crack and back down. My Tongue, pointed I began pushing into his sacred hole. He moaned, oohed and ahhed. Milking tool in hand as I ate his ass. i began running the tool, along his calves, and up the backs of his thighs. His hands gripped the edge of the table.
“Do you like that?” I said. My tongue back at his asshole, flicking. The Prostate Milker running along the muscles in his buttock.
He just moaned.
“I guess That’s a No” I Stopped.
“Angel …pplleassse don’t stop”
Slowly licking his asshole. I brought the toy to my Lips. Gathering the thick spit, I licked and sucked on the milker. I also spit on his cinnamon ring. Rubbing my saliva in with the tip of the toy. Then I slowwwwwly began to insert.
His Hands gripped the table. Brandon let out a low throaty growl, as his anus found suction, and sucked the toy in deep, knotting it right up against his nubbly little prostate. Every time Brandon moved, it would lightly tap his prostate. I smiled, dropping off the table, and walking up to face him.
His breath deep, heavy and softly moaning. ” It feels good doesn’t it?” I asked. Wagging my finger in a come hither motion. Brandon began to move toward me. With each Movement the tapping on his prostate began to tease him. He moaned out loud. So sexy. I latched his wrists in the cuffs.
It was time to Call Sir.
Part 2 coming soon
