“Milk you? Has it been two weeks?”
He smiles that smile he does, let’s me know I am helpless around him. Even when he’s not around. He owns me.
“Please, Daddy. Pretty please. It’s been two weeks, yes. Please?”
I am literally begging. So horny for him to touch me like he does. He just had me suck him and I still have the taste of his cum in my mouth. He used my mouth hard for over fifteen minutes. Much of his cum is still on my chin, down the front of my neck and on my metal collar. When he cums it’s huge, cums with strong spurts. He’s like a fire hose!
I wear a collar for him, permanent. He saw to that early on. It’s locked in the back with rings at the front, sides and back for hooking and restraining. It’s stylish as well as functional. He has displayed it, me in it, for many. He had me fitted with my collar two years ago. It was when he moved me into his house to live with him full-time. I still remember him having me suck the man that made it for me as part of what he called ‘the installation fee’. I’ve long gotten over the embarrassment of the collar on me displayed around others. When he takes me out, he has me wear high collar or girly turtle-neck things. Or just has it in plain view on me depending on where he takes me.
“Please, please, please…Daddy, please.”
I sound like a spoiled little bitch begging like this but it’s what he demands of me, what he wants to hear before I’m milked. I learned that early on too—always ask, beg permission.
He smiles down at me. I am on my knees in front of him. He runs one finger down the side of my cheek, toys with some of his cum on my chin, ‘precious’ he says as he pulls his hand away.
He took me from my housework and had me suck him before heading to his office, early morning. I am in my domestic house girl things. A short pink slip barely covers my butt and the locked penis restraint I wear. I wear pink ruffle ankle sox and pink high heels to. It’s my sissy house girl uniform. I am made up in pink eye shadow, gloss pink lipstick, which is smeared all over face and chin from his use of me moments ago. Pink finger and toenails, his favorite color on me. I am up and in my domestic ‘girl’ outfit every day by 8 am. That is my standard daily outfit for doing my domestic chores and my work-related things for his business. I wear a short hair spikey style pink wig to complete my house girl outfit.
“You are a selfish bitch, aren’t you. We milked that pathetic little thing a week ago, didn’t we?”
He pats my head, smiles down at me.
“Noooo, Daddy. It’s been a whole two weeks. It has. I’m so wanting your touch. Please. And you said every two weeks if I’m a good girl. Please…”
“Shussssssh. Get to your milking table and get into position. I guess I have to do it. I’m almost late for my office appointment. Demanding little bitch, you are. I should punish you later for asking without permission, without me telling you to ask. I should. Shouldn’t I?”
He laughs, pets the side of my face again as I look up at him, stammer ‘yes, daddy’.
“We’ll see.”
He snaps his fingers and points to my sissy room up the stairs. I hurry to my feet, fast, scamper and rush up the stairs to my room. The click of my high heels fills the hall with sound. All I can think about is the way he does this for me. The way he rewards me with his hand. bursa escort bayan I am addicted to it. I crave it! It’s all I think about when I get into my sissy sexually addicted mindset–the mindset he keeps me in constantly, a mindset I am never out of since he moved me into his huge house.
I hurry to stand next to my table, my eyes to the floor. He calls it my ‘milking table’. It’s raised four feet off the ground with drawers under it containing things he uses on me. I know not to get onto it until my hands have been secured to my collar by wrist restraints and told to do so. My penis chastity device is never removed unless my wrists are secured and locked to my collar. Or elsewhere of his choosing. My penis is never allowed to be uncaged unless my hands are restrained. He walked slowly to my room, took his time, and laughs as he enters seeing me anxiously standing next to the platform, holding out and offering the padded pink leather wrist restraints he will use on me, taken from the shelf below my milking platform. Shelf and drawers full of many of the things he uses to reward and punish me with on this table.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Daddy…”
I am stammering.
“Quiet, little bitch. You know this is always about me. Not about you. I do this because it amuses me to see you like this. I love that butt up and out, that pathetic excuse of a penis pulled back between your legs. You really are a cute little needy sissy. That pleases me. And that should please you.”
I look to the floor as he kisses my forehead and pats my rear end before taking the wrist restraint cuffs from my hand.
“Don’t think I don’t appreciate that, baby.”
He cuffs my wrists one at a time to the side rings of my collar, short and tight, no way for me to get out of the clasps that hold them firm. He snaps his finger and points to the table.
‘Present yourself.”
I hurry to do so, knowing what that means. I somewhat clumsily struggle without my hands to help me, my face to the leather table. I put my butt high.
As I get onto the table I fall forward face first, gently. I pull my knees up under me and pushing my butt out as far toward the back as it will, my legs and cheeks spread. I arch my back. Face to the platform, butt up and kneeling. I see myself in the wall mirror in front of me.
He takes rubber gloves from under the platform from a drawer and a small bottle of K-Y liquid. I shudder and whimper softly, anticipating it all. He ignores me. I see him in the mirror stare down at me as he puts the thin black rubber gloves on.
He yanks my chastity device back between my legs, makes me cry out. He unlocks it with the key he keeps on his key ring, removes it and places it on the table next to me.
I feel him at the back of me start to pull on my balls. I feel the massaging of my balls to get them to drop down such that he can grip them with his thumb and index finger around my sack, pulling, needing them down tight and away from my body. He pulls my tiny sack down and fishes around at the top of it making sure my balls are in place. He then makes a tight ring of his thumb and index finger around it all up against me. My tiny balls and penis pulled down and held so tight it almost hurts, I am displayed properly for him. It pulls my butt up even higher. I want to cry out but I don’t. I don’t want görükle escort to upset him.
He holds me as he always does. No escape from the tight circle grip of his thumb and index finger closed around me. He could lift me off the table like that. He has when he’s paddled me to tears. He holds me so tight he almost cuts off circulation to my little thing.
With his free hand he takes the K-Y and squeezes some out onto the semi erect but soft head of my tiny penis. He puts the bottle down on the table next to me and forming a tiny ring with the thumb and index finger of his other had starts to methodically run it over the head of my tiny thing. I am instantly hypnotized by it all, my sexual addiction to this man my total reality. He pumps me in short strokes holding me up and out back between my legs. I start to whimper, moan. I completely lose myself to his wonderful right hand.
“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to. I know you know that, little sissy boy. If you do, I’ll take my hand off of you and I’ll whip you right here.”
I whimper ‘no, daddy, no…’, he laughs as he continues to milk me.
He has me completely worked up and crazy. The only sound in the room is my whimpering and the slippery K-Y squishing over my baby like penis as he bangs up against my balls.
And then he stops.
Holding me so tight I cry out, pulling my butt up even higher, knees almost up off the table, he slips a rubber gloved finger into my tight little hole. He holds it there deep up into me. He starts to probe and feel around with the tip of it way up inside of me.
“You know I enjoy fucking you. You know I love owning this hole. I won’t be fucking you tonight though. I’ll be bringing your wife back to my bed. To tell you the truth I like fucking you more than I do fucking her. But she’s almost as needy a bitch as you are.”
He slips his finger in and out of me slow, teasingly. He finger fucks me.
“I know you want to be fucked. Don’t think I don’t appreciate that. It’s what you are. My fuck toy. But she needs my cock too. Now, she truly is a good girl. Not you like you. You’re not a woman or a man. You’re my bitch.”
I say nothing. I concentrate to hold my rear up high for him. He laughs and slips his finger out of my butt and moves back to milking me. I melted as he gripped the head of my penis again.
He took me away from my wife two years ago. I’ve been his house ‘girl’ sex slave ever since. My wife had no problem with that and had been his lover for a year and a half prior to that. When he started seeing her almost every night at our house, he decided to take me to his house and start me as his domestic house girl. The two of them used me as their servant. I was my wife’s cuckold since the onset of our ‘marriage’. It was shortly after I was taken to his house that I was made to stand before him while my wife put my chastity restraint on my tiny penis and gave him the key. She also informed me that she was giving me to him. I would no longer live with her. Did I want to leave, run? There’s the door, pointing to it she stared at me coldly.
I have been his ever since.
He started to milk me fast, like he does when he wants me to cum. I know I had better not dare until told to do so. I started to pump with the rhythm of his wonderful hand.
“Do you love me? Do you bursa escort bayan really love me?”
He strokes me slowly hearing me moan.
‘Yesssss, Daddy…I love you, adore you…I do. I love you…oooooo, you know I do…I’m yours…I love you…uhhhhhh…”
“Shssssssh, cum for me. Come on, little one. Cum for me. Drip, baby girl. Make a mess for me. It’s so cute. You are so good at that, little sissy mess all over your milking table. Come on. Cum, girl!!”
I concentrate as best I can. He loves that. And he knows I have to struggle to do so.
“Do it!! I don’t have all day!”
“Uhhhh…ahh…oooo…”
I work my butt all around and do my best to make it happen.
Finally, it does.
I drip onto the leather table under me. I moan loud, lose myself to it all. He doesn’t let up. I am milked completely. Drained before he releases me.
A soon as he’s finished with me he drops my balls and penis from his hand, pulls away from me quickly. He wipes his hand on my left bare cheek. My balls and penis covered in K-Y, he stands up straight with his hands up so as not to get any of the mess on his gloves on himself. I hurry off the table, hurry to stand and taking my penis harness off the table next to the platform hold it out to him. I hurry to present myself for locking. I keep my eyes to the floor.
He roughly, quickly forces me back into it, making me whimper as he hurts my balls forcing them through the locking ring, my tiny wet penis pushed up into the pink tube. He ignores it all. I hear the key lock close as he takes the key out and puts it back into his pocket, on the ring with his other keys. He says nothing as I hurry to bend over the table and lick and suck up my mess.
He peels off his rubber gloves and tosses them to the floor.
“Feel better now? Do you?”
I tell him yes while sucking up my cum, thank him over and over as I lick up the mess on the milking platform. He starts for the door of my room.
“I’ll be home tonight late. Your wife and I will be out with friends. She’s staying with me here tonight, me and a business interest of mine I’m bringing home. I’m offering her to. You know your wife is a very kinky and willing woman. We will be ready for coffee in the morning, just she and I. He’ll be gone as soon as she does what she does best for him. I do love to watch that. 10 am wake up for us, baby. Do not disturb us before 10. You know she likes to be fucked in the morning. Well, you don’t but I do.”
He moved to the door.
He said nothing as he went out and down the stairs. I felt myself in that shameful less than submissive mindset I never show to him. But he knows I feel after cumming. He doesn’t care. I know it will pass quickly. It always does. I know too that I had better shower, clean up, redo my make up and get my housework done quickly. I still have the month-end accounting work to do for his business.
I hurried to clean the table, clean the spot on the floor from his gloves as I picked them up and moved to the trash can in my sissy room. I sat at my makeup table and looked at myself. Lipstick all over my face, his cum all over my face too. I was a mess. I felt embarrassed for him to see me like that, less than sissy pretty.
I felt my sissy mindset swing back into submissive sexual addiction quickly as I stripped off my slip, heels and sissy ankle sox and wig and got into the shower. I felt my collar, my sissy chastity device, now permanent parts of me, as I washed. It reminded me that I really do belong to him. I felt right where I was supposed to be. Owned.
His domestic little bitch.