Milking Obsession

A Night of Femdom Control

He knelt on the floor, wrists cuffed behind his back, cock already hard and throbbing as she circled him. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor, every step echoing in the silent room, making his pulse quicken. She had complete control tonight, and the glint in her eyes made it clear that she intended to push him to the edge.

"Look at you," she purred, tracing a finger along the length of his stiff dick. His body twitched at the contact, but he kept his eyes down, focusing on the way her leather-clad legs moved with each graceful step. “So eager. So ready to be used.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with anticipation.

She smirked, knowing full well how much power she had over him. “You’re going to be my toy tonight,” she said, her voice dripping with authority. “I’m going to milk that cock of yours until you’re begging for mercy.”

Without warning, she grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at her. Her gaze was piercing, dominant, and he couldn’t help the shiver of excitement that ran down his spine.

“You belong to me tonight,” she said softly, her grip tightening. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, his voice trembling with both fear and desire. He was completely at her mercy, and that was exactly how he liked it.

She pushed him backward until he lay flat on the floor, his cock standing tall and hard between his legs. She straddled him, her leather skirt riding up as she positioned herself just above his throbbing dick. He could see the lace of her panties, the way her pussy glistened with arousal through the thin fabric, and it drove him wild with lust.

But she wasn’t about to let him have her so easily.

She reached for the black silk rope she had laid out earlier, looping it around the base of his cock and pulling it tight. He gasped at the sensation, his dick pulsing as she bound him, the restrictive nature of the rope sending waves of heat through his body.

“Good boy,” she whispered, tying off the knot. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

She slid her hand down to his balls, squeezing them gently at first, then harder, until he whimpered beneath her. Her other hand wrapped around his bound cock, stroking him slowly, teasing him with just enough pressure to make his hips buck involuntarily. The rope dug into his skin, heightening the sensation, making every touch feel electric.

“Please, Mistress,” he moaned, his head falling back against the floor. “I need to cum.”

She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Oh no, darling. You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

She moved her hand faster, pumping his cock with relentless precision, her grip firm but not enough to push him over the edge. He could feel the tension building, his balls tightening as his orgasm loomed just out of reach. But she wasn’t about to let him have it—not yet.

She reached into a drawer nearby, pulling out a small, silver vibrator. She pressed it against his balls, the sudden buzz of the toy sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His body jerked, his breath hitching as she continued to stroke him, the combined sensation of the vibrator and her hand driving him wild.

"Fuck, Mistress," he groaned, his voice thick with desperation. "Please, let me cum."

"Not yet," she purred, pressing the vibrator harder against him. "I want you right on the edge. I want you begging."

She slowed her strokes, teasing the head of his cock with her fingertips, just enough to keep him hard, but not enough to let him cum. His body trembled beneath her, every muscle tense with the need for release. His dick throbbed painfully, the pressure inside him unbearable, but she wouldn’t relent.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she removed the vibrator and stood up. His eyes followed her as she moved to the bedside table, retrieving a glass bottle of oil. She poured some into her hand, warming it between her palms, and then knelt beside him once more.

“Now,” she said, her voice a low purr, “I’m going to milk you dry.”

She wrapped her oiled hand around his cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements, the slickness of the oil making every touch feel more intense. His hips bucked, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she worked him over, her other hand squeezing his balls, rolling them between her fingers.

“Cum for me,” she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. “Cum for your Mistress.”

He couldn’t hold back any longer. His body tensed, his cock throbbing as his orgasm ripped through him. Cum spurted from his dick, coating her hand, his chest, and his stomach in thick, hot streams. She didn’t stop, milking him for every drop, her grip firm as she continued to stroke him through his orgasm, pushing him to the brink of overstimulation.

When he finally collapsed back against the floor, completely spent, she leaned down and kissed his forehead. “Good boy,” she whispered, wiping her hands clean on a towel. “You’ve been a perfect little toy tonight.”

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