Leather straps are placed around the submissives wrists and ankles. A metal spiky crown of thorns cock ring is placed around his balls to ensure his understanding of Mistress owning his balls and controlling his orgasms. He is bend over Mistress’s lap to ensure a little warm-up with spankings and then a paddle. His begging and crying delights her because he is enduring pain and discomfort for Her. Perhaps, he has earned what is yet to come.

She places his face down on the milking table. His breath quickens as he secures his wrists and ankles to the padded bench while thre...

Leather straps are placed around the submissives wrists and ankles. A metal spiky crown of thorns cock ring is placed around his balls to ensure his understanding of Mistress owning his balls and controlling his orgasms. He is bend over Mistress’s lap to ensure a little warm-up with spankings and then a paddle. His begging and crying delights her because he is enduring pain and discomfort for Her. Perhaps, he has earned what is yet to come.

She places his face down on the milking table. His breath quickens as he secures his wrists and ankles to the padded bench while threading his owned cock through the tables hole in the middle. The room is dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the walls, creating an ambience of both anticipation and trepidation.

Mistress walked toward him, heels clocking across the hard floor. “Are you ready, my pet?”, she asked with a velvet purr. Her voice had a mature of authority and please. “Yes, Mistress”, he replied shakily.

With a satisfied nod, she moved out the sleek machine at the end of the table. It hummed softly, tubes and attachments gleaming in the soft light. Mistress attached the suction device to the sub’s gleaming clitty. She flipped a switch and the machine came to life.

The sub gasped as the suction began, a relentless rhythm that had his straining against his bonds. He could feel every pulse, every draw, heightening his arousal to almost an unbearable level. Mistress watched him with a keen eye while her hand was hovering over a small control panel. She pressed a button and the suction intensified. The sub’s body jerked, a moan escaped from his lips, as he teetered on the edge of his first orgasm.

“Not yet”, she commanded, easing the suction slightly. The sub whimpered in frustration, the need for release growing more desperate by the second.

Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as Mistress skillfully manipulated the machine, bringing the sub to the brink and then backing off, each time more intense than the last. Finally, with a decisive press of the button, the machine surged to its highest setting. The sub cried out as the orgasm ripped through him, his body convulsing with intensity. The machine continued its relentless milking, drawing out every last drop until he was left panting and spent.

But Mistress was far from finished. She adjusted the settings and the machine resumed its rythm, coaxing the sub’s member back to full arousal. The process repeated, each time more intense than the last. By the time the third and final orgasm, the sub was a trembling, exhausted mess, completely at Mistress’s mercy.

She turned off the machine and gently removed the suction device. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “You did well, my pet. Rest now, you’ve earned it”. The sub closed his eyes and succumbed to the blissful afterglow of subspace.