The Milking machine
He came into town from abroad on a Wednesday. Little did he know, he would not be leaving anytime soon. As the plane landed, she was making preparations. The house was immaculate. Two glasses and a bottle of champagne on ice sat on the glass coffee table in front of the plush white sofa. She stood in front of a full-length mirror, admiring her reflection. The workouts had paid off and her body felt lean, strong and toned. An expensive black silky slip dress graced her sinuous curves with ease. She smoothed her dark glossy hair into a sleek ponytail with red lacquered nails. She slipped on the sky-high patent pumps with the cutout peep toe. Her sheer nylons gleamed in the candlelight. Walking over to her vanity, she picked up her favorite YSL red lipstick and carefully applied it to emphasize her sultry pout. She added some black liner to bring out her already dark and mysterious eyes. Just a light mist of fragrance and she headed out to wait for him. Sitting on the divan, long legs crossed, she was the epitome of elegance.
The buzzer rang, and she motioned the sensor to open the front entry. She spoke into the air, “Come up. I’ve been waiting for you.”
He entered the ultra-modern elevator, which automatically headed to the penthouse suite. Checking his reflection in the mirrored wall, he admired his Italian suit and brushed back his hair from his eyes. The trip had been long, but he had a rush of adrenaline, knowing he was about to pay a long overdue visit to his Mistress. Mistress Victoria. The only one who controlled him. Mind, body, and soul.
The elevator swiftly approached its destination, and the doors silently parted, revealing an intimate lobby area. As he entered, his heart started to beat more quickly as he heard the clicking of heels on the marble floor approaching from afar. He dropped his carry on bag to the floor as her curvaceous silhouette appeared in the doorway. Long hair over one eye and red lips shining. The classic femme fatale. He felt his knees buckling. Her intense stare met his eyes, and no words needed to be spoken. She turned around, and he followed her, mesmerized by her tiny waist and soft round hips swaying in the silky dress. Her high heels beckoning him closer.
She led him down a long hall lined with black and white photos of couples in various erotic positions. Finally, they reached another sliding frosted glass door, which automatically opened into a vast entertaining area. The lighting was submerged so that a glow of colors played along the edges and created an ambiance of intrigue and seduction. She turned and took his hand to lead him to sit next to her on the sofa. He reached over to lift the champagne bottle out of the bucket and expertly opened it, pouring two glasses. She smiled like a Cheshire cat. He lifted a glass to her perfect lips, and she parted them just slightly to take a sip. He felt his cock stiffen in his pants. His heart was racing with anticipation.
She touched the pearl choker around her neck with a long red fingernail, playing with the beads in a very sensual way. He watched and offered her another sip of champagne.
She slid her hand down to land on his thigh. With firm, but gentle pressure, she slid her fingers slowly upward, until she was pushing in on his hard cock. She moved her hand up and down in slow motion, and then gently squeezed his balls. He leaned back on the sofa and let out a soft moan.
“Not yet.” She told him. With that, she got up and walked around the back of the sofa and leaned over to whisper into his ear. “I have a special surprise for you this time. Follow me.” She turned to walk, and he got up and followed her. They passed by the vast modern kitchen, and headed down a long corridor, passing a few doors, until they reached a large set of double doors at the very end. She pushed a glass panel next the entrance, which slid open to reveal a massive boudoir with a giant luxurious burgundy satin wrapped bed in the center. From the ceiling to the bed hung set of black velvet ropes and black leather tethers to each of the four corners. She walked to the foot of the bed and turned around to face him.
“Take off your clothes and lie down on your back.” She stood there and watched as he obediently undressed, tossing his fine suit over a plush velvet chair and placing the rest of his personal items, including his cell phone, in a small box on a table.
She smiled and seemed to approve of what she saw. He felt the plush carpet under his feet as he headed over to the bed. Climbing on, he laid on his back. She walked around and pulled his arms above his head, and then positioned his legs spread eagle. Reaching up with ease, she pulled down the tethers, which were on a complex system of pulleys. She slipped the loops around each ankle and tied them to a rung under the bed. Then she followed and tied his arms as well. He was gently, yet firmly attached to the bed. Entirely exposed, he felt his cock stand at attention. She leaned over and touched the head of his cock with a soft leather strap. He moaned.
She laughed momentarily and then got suddenly serious. “Quiet.” was all she said. With that, she walked over, and took a small rubber ball gag, and wrapped it around his face, stuffing the ball deep into his mouth. He watcher her eyes glitter in the low light. He felt his heart pounding. She took a small apparatus and slipped it over his stiff cock. It was a cage that snuggled just tightly enough to enhance his hard-on. She turned up the music and started to sway in front of him, her hair moving and dress shimmering as she let it drop to the floor. As the dress fell, it revealed a sheer black bodysuit with strategic cutouts. Her nipples popped through small holes, looking hard and perky. Her pussy was plump and pushed gently through the opening between the legs. Her thigh highs stayed on and she was still wearing the patent stilettos.
She danced and turned around slowly to the music as he watched her with anticipation. She gently climbed onto the bed so that she stood above him. Gripping two hanging rings to position herself directly over his torso, she began to lightly swing so that her legs were spread over his face. She slid her limber and supple body down, going into a seamless split over his head. He watched as her glistening pussy approached his face. At the perfect moment, she reached down and pulled out the ball gag, replacing it with her wet pussy, which she started to grind into his face. She moaned with pleasure, and he thrust his tongue deep inside of her, tasting her exquisite nectar. She kept her grip on the hoops above and intermittently lifted her body up, giving him air and keeping herself on edge. She cried out with pleasure until she dropped onto his face, pressing all of her 115 pounds, cumming with abandon, while he sucked and licked and thrust his hips madly with desire. She fell limp for a few minutes after, spent with pleasure.
Slowly, she pulled herself back up, and replaced his ball gag, tying it tightly around his head to be sure there was no escape. His senses were overcome and his cock was pulsating. He could feel the surge of cum wanting to explode. She climbed off of the bed and reached down to remove the cage from his swollen cock and she replaced it with a small milking device, which she set on a low speed. With that, she turned and walked out of the room. He heard water running and he knew she had gone to take a shower. He waited for what seemed like an eternity. He felt intoxicated with her taste and scent. He wanted release but every time he got to the edge, the milking machine would pause then restart. The agony and the ecstasy were real. He moaned and begged through the ball gag.
Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, in an all-white silk robe, tied tightly around her waist. As she approached, he noticed something slipping out from the slit in the front of the robe. She reached the side of the bed, and moved her hand down to part the robe, revealing a strap on. It was medium sized, shiny, and black with detailed veins and head. His eyes widened with fear and excitement. She smiled and started to stroke it, as she poured lube over the head and slid her lovely hand up and down, and up and down. She stepped closer to him and pulled his head towards her with her free hand.
She got on the bed on her knees, facing him and just as she grabbed the ball gag from his mouth, she slid the black shiny wet cock between his lips and told him, “Suck!” He felt the head slide between his lips, and she began to thrust slowly and deeply. He opened his throat to take it and felt a combination of humiliation and extreme excitement as he felt her fucking his mouth. She reached down to turn off and remove the milking device. She pulled him with both hands, forcing the dildo deep into his mouth and throat. He coughed, choked, and sucked as hard as he could.
After what seemed like an eternity, she paused. She told him, “You’re ready.” With that, she undid his tethers and told him to turn over. Obediently, he turned over to lay on his stomach. She grazed his ass with her hand and slapped it hard. Suddenly he felt her pulling his body so that his ass was on the edge of the bed and his arms were spread above. She tied his arms tightly. He kneeled on the floor, ass up. She stepped behind him and she felt him caressing his cheeks, sliding a long finger up into his crack and teasing his asshole. She slipped it in and out, pouring more lube, so that it slid in and out, faster and faster, with ease. He moaned. He heard her pouring more lube and then she pressed the head of the black dildo against him, so that it slid up and down his ass crack, up and down and up and down, until she began to push ever so slowly.
She pressed harder until suddenly he felt it pop inside, the large head making way for the shaft. She grunted, and pushed it harder, as he moaned. With that, she dripped more lube on the cock and started to fuck him smoothly and with a slow even rhythm. The music drowned out his moans, and his pain shifted into pleasure, as she worked his ass and pushed deep inside. His cock was hard against the bed and he knew he was going to cum soon. She told him she wanted to fuck the shit out of him and make him cum like her bitch. She pumped him faster and faster. He moaned and felt his cock swelling and pulsating against the silk sheets. She gripped his ass cheeks as she thrust deeper and deeper. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Cum now. Do it. Cum!” With that, he let out a yell and exploded with tremors while she thrust deep one last time. She pulled out and left him shuddering on the bed. He collapsed in a daze. Again, she left the room to shower, and he listened to the water run until he passed out with exhaustion. Still tied up tightly, he dreamed of what would happen next.
Mistress Victoria X