Give Up Control of Your Cock
You need and crave cock control. You want a sexy Mistress like me, Ms. Christine, to take control of it, to tell you when and how to stroke. I find that the biggest part of cock control, the thing that really gets me off, is controlling your orgasms. Edging you. Denying you. And letting you know I’ve got that ultimate control.
It’s humiliating, isn’t it?
Knowing that you can’t orgasm until I give you explicit permission. It’s even more humiliating knowing that I can make it happen whenever I want…and as many times as I want. Oh, I’ll tell you not to cum, but you really can’t help yourself. Even if I tell you to hold back, I know just the right buttons to push, just the right strokes to coerce that load right out of you.
Milking…The Ultimate Humiliation
And if I tell you you’re going to be milked dry? Well, make no mistake, you will cum until those balls are empty. I think milking you is the ultimate humiliation. Whether I do it by stroking that cock endlessly – cock milking – or I slide one of my fingers inside your tight ass, and massage that prostate while I milk your balls. I’ll laugh while that jizz just drips out of you, telling you how you have no control, how disappointed in you I am.
And to top it off? I’ll collect all that spunk and feed it right back to you. I have to get you topped off for your next milking!
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The big night had come.
Mistress Christine was organizing a bachelor party for one of her friends, but she was not hiring strippers. Instead she was having two of her sissies dance for the boys, me being one of them.
Guys at bachelor parties like to see girl on girl action, and that was difficult for me. I’m not into guys, not even other sissies. I was however very much into Christine, and I wanted to please her and help her throw the best bachelor party ever. If that meant dancing with another sissy, grinding up against her body, fondling her ass and hips and running my hands up her stockings and even her cock, allowing her to fondle my cock and hips, and even passionately kiss for the guys then that is what I was going to do. Hell, it was a bachelor party. If that meant I was going to get on my hands and craws and seductively crawl for the men and suck their cocks, that is what I was going to do. I was going to do Mistress Christine proud and prove to her that I was as devoted to her as they come.
The big night at had come, it was time for my performance. Mistress Christine has called me in early.
“Tonight,” she said, “tonight your name is Caroline Cocksucker. That is how you are going to be introduced, and you need to respond to that name.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I responded, “I’m looking forward to doing you proud.”
“Of course you are, that’s why I chose you for this. I bet you are nervous, though.”
“Yes, Christine,” I answered, “I’m really nervous, I’ve never danced for men before and I can’t help but feel a little apprehensive. They are going to be drunk, putting their hands all over me, grabbing my ass, and I have to make sure I act the right way when they do so they enjoy it.”
Christine laughed and said “Yes, my little slut, you are going to make sure they have a good time. And I am going to help you, make it easier for you. Climb up onto the stage and get on all fours.”
I did as she instructed, and she then put a blind-fold over my eyes. I then heard the distinct sound latex gloves being pulled over hands. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me right up to the edge of the stage, so that I was on all fours parallel to the edge. Then I heard what sounded like a bar stool being pulled up.
“Your nerves will be a lot calmer if I drain you.” her voice said
Drain me? Was my Mistress Christine about to give me a hand job? Yes, that must be it. how I had longed for one from her. Sometimes she teased my cock with her fingernails but she had never actually given me a hand job. My cock started to twitch, and I felt her lift up my cute little plaid skirt revealing the light blue panties I was wearing for this performance. Then she ran her hand up the back of my stocking covered thighs, I then felt the latex over my bare skin above the stockings as she continued to move it up my leg and up to my ass, then she groped my ass before finally peeling my panties down. I quivered a little in anticipation.
I heard her pop open a plastic bottle, that must be the lube. It started to make sense now, she put on latex gloves because she didn’t want lube all over her skin. I heard her hands rubbing together, making sure that the lubricant was very well distributed.
“Now Caroline, you are going to want to clench your butt cheeks. Keep them relaxed for me.”
Clench my butt cheeks? What was she talking about?
Then I felt it. Her finger went into my butt and my butt cheeks did clinch, but there was nothing I could do. She slid it in further until she finally reached my prostrate. With her other hand, she started gently massaging my balls. The feeling was unlike any other I had ever felt. It was extremely humiliating yet at the same time it was the most stimulating feeling I had ever felt. The combination was intoxicating, and I felt it radiate from prostrate through my legs to my toes and through my chest into my arms and into my fingers and up my neck into my eyes and I couldn’t help myself, I let out a quivering sigh.
“Yes, Cocksucker Caroline,” she softly said, “Feel it, feel it good. I know you aren’t into men, but tonight is still going to very sexually charged for you. Properly drained,” she continued, “you will be better able to focus on your duty.”
Her hand that had been massaging my testicles left them, and I felt a glass being put over the head of my cock. Her finger continued to massage my prostrate and my body continued to quiver in sensation. My cock was only half hard but the juiced started flowing.
“Relax,” she command, “Relax and let it all out.”
Even though I was already blindfolded, I closed my eyes and focused on breathing, relaxing, and even though I was not really having an orgasm as my cock was not really hard, I felt my balls emptying as she continued to massage my prostrate from inside me, and soon it was over. All my cum had been drained.
Then I heard the sound of the glass being put on the stage floor, the stage where I was going to dance tonight, followed by the sound of Mistress Christine removing the latex gloves from her hands.
“I’m proud of you,” she said, “you let it all out.”
Then Christine grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head up so I was kneeling.
“Fold her arms behind your back,” she commanded, “tilt your head back and open your mouth.”
I knew what was coming next.
“With a name like Caroline Cocksucker,” she continued, “you are going to be guzzling a lot of this tonight.”
Then she emptied the glass into my mouth, my own cum, and and she commanded me to swallow. I did so.
“Please, Christine,” I asked, “May I have some water to wash it down?”
“No.” she replied succinctly. “I want you to have the taste of your cum in your mouth. It will make it easier for you accept your role.”
Very nice Caroline Cocksucker… I really like this little fantasy 🙂 and I’d love to have you serve for me this way… I think perhaps we should milk you just for fun 🙂