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Busy | Milked by the Maid

submissive husbandJust as the added graciousness of our pretty and talented maid Mady has enlivened our lives business went quietly crazy. As Hannah has written, while I work at home I am very much not a house husband. Rather I have a number of clients all of whom use my consulting services. Normally a couple will be active at any given instant but this last week I’ve had assignments from seven of them. Frantic does not begin to describe it. While we have been having our regular cocktail hour, much enhanced by Mady’s lovely service, other than corseting her, washing her lingerie and spending a little time in her “corner”, I really have had very little to do with our maid. Or, for that matter, Hannah.

Hannah had obviously noticed this and at cocktails last night she said,

“Darling, I am afraid you have been working much too hard. Which I know you must but it means that you are more than a little distracted.”

“I suppose I am.” I replied.

“So I think it is time for you to refocus a bit.” said Hannah reaching for her little crystal bell to summon the maid. “I think it would be very useful for you to have a little relief. I’ve told Mady just what to do. Enjoy yourself.”

Mady came into the living room. She curtsied to Hannah and said, “If you will come with me Sir.”

I followed her and was led upstairs to the little room off Hannah’s dressing room which serves as my bedroom when Hannah decides she wishes to sleep alone.

“Now, Sir, if you would strip, including your girdle and then lie face down on your bed I’ll get you ready.” I did as I was told and was soon lying on my bed. All I had on was my cock cage.

“Very good Sir.” said our maid from the head of the bed. “Now I know you enjoy my panties and here they are all fresh and moist. Put them next to your nose on the bed. Now, lift up your hips so I can get a pillow down there. That’s right.”

Again I did as I was told and was engulfed in the sweet, womanly scent of our maid. The I heard the snap of a glove.

“So Sir, if you would just raise your bottom I will lubricate you.” She proceeded to put a dollop of lubrication on my bottom and, none too gently, pushed two fingers in to the knuckle. “Let’s get you nice and ready. Madam says that I may use a strap-on once I have passed my probation but, tonight, we’ll have to make do with your vibrator.”

With that she withdrew her fingers and push a quite large vibe up my backdoor. “I read that lovely prostate milking book you wrote. What fun. You don’t even have to be unlocked and you just sort of dribble once that little cock gets going. Now I am just going to tie your hands behind your back and then turn this on. You look so silly Sir. I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes….Enjoy!”

I don’t know if she curtsied on her way out of the room.

I lay there with the steady pulse of the vibrator in my bottom. I am not sure how long I was there but Mady came back in the room just as I was beginning to feel the surges which indicate that ejaculation is near.

“That little cock hasn’t made its mess yet. Well Madam told me that some times you need a little encouragement.” With that she sat on the edge of the bed and reached under to find my nipple. “What this needs is a good pinching.”

Which is exactly what she gave my nipple. The dam broke quickly and my sperm began to soak the tissue.

“There we are. Your poor cage is going to be awfully sticky with all that come. But, happily, not my problem. You keep going. Madam told me that she wanted you completely drained so we have a few more minutes. I have to say this is another thing I would be doing if I ever married. Here you are dribbling away and you are not even allowed to thrust. It’s perfect. In your book you said it felt wonderful but not sexual. Ideal for a man.”

She began thrusting the vibe in and out of my bottom.

“I can’t wait until I am allowed to use a strap-on on you. I gather Madam is not too keen on pegging. I have to say I adore it. It let’s men experience what woman are supposed to put up with. Just another few weeks. Oh, now the flow has stopped. We’re done then. You can dispose of your mess in the bathroom.”

With that she untied my hands and left me, bottom in the air, vibrator pushed all the way in.

I cleaned up and joined Hannah.

“So Darling, did Mady do well?”

“Oh yes Dear…Very well.”

“Excellent. Another chore I don’t have to worry about.”

Check in

“Darling,” I heard Hannah’s voice behind me as I pressed her moist panties into my corner. She didn’t expect an answer.

“I’ve been thinking. You seem to have adjusted to your little cock cage very well. And being locked up has certainly made you much more docile and attentive.”

“I had thought of letting you out this weekend but you know I am not at all sure that would be good for you. Maybe I’ll put in your milker instead. I don’t want you to think I have completely forgotten your little cock. And I will be sure to give you a good long whipping and when I’m done you can show me just how well a caged man can use his tongue.”

“The thing is I don’t think you are ready to have an actual orgasm for a while. Now that you are used to your cage I think you can go quite a bit deeper. So you will.”

I heard Hannah get out of bed and I felt her hand cup my balls. “I want these to be really full all the time. We’ll milk you and then let you fill back up for Valentine’s Day. When you hear the timer rinse out my panties and get to work.”

Prostate Milked in My Corner #femdom #flm

For a variety of reasons the Lady of the House and I have been on the move for the last few weeks. Which is annoying and stressful. All the more so as there has been very little privacy or time to maintain our routine.

But that has not stopped the Lady of the House from making it very clear who wears the pants…”You can take these panties” she said slipping off her black cotton panties “and pick a corner in the wash room. I will be with you in a little while.”

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I stripped naked as required and pressed the wet fragrant gusset of Hannah’s panties to a corner of the tiny bathroom with my nose. Her scent was intoxicating.

She left me there for what seemed like half an hour but I suspect less than that. I couldn’t help my erection. Hannah explained over a month that until I have been throughly caned my cock will not be allowed anywhere near her. And she has been terrifically distracted so has not noticed how many days it is since last I was allowed to humiliate myself into my cup.

Tonight I was a little cheeky and so was being punished. I heard the bathroom door open.

“No, stay where you are. I see your little cockette is a bit hard. Well, darling, I know I have been neglecting you on that front. Frankly, sometimes forget about you that way completely. But we can’t let you go too long.”

As she said this last I could hear her putting on a pair of dish gloves. She took her soaking panties away from my nose and draped their gusset on the tip of my little cock. “Now you just stand right there and I will see what I can do.”

I felt her push the middle finger of her left hand up my bottom.

“I know that what you really would like is a really hard caning. All those lovely welts.”

Her right hand closed around my hard little penis and began to jerk it roughly in rhythm to her voice and her two fingers now up my bottom stroking my prostate.

“But, darling we can’t punish you properly her so I will just have to humiliate you into my panties and watch as you lick every bit of your mess and my lovely nectar of the cotton…”

I came all over the block panties…

“Good boy….Now put those panties down on the floor beside the toilet and get licking while I finger fuck your cute little bottom.”

I knelt on the hard, cold tile deep in contented surrender to the Lady of the House.

Through the rings

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“There, nine rings.” said Hannah pulling my little cock through the last ring. “Not much room for many more; but, no matter. Go and get your cup.”

I hastened to comply.

“Now, dear man, let’s see if you can even get hard with that much metal on your little penis.”

I began to stroke but Hannah was right, the metal rings made full erection impossible.

“That’s perfect!” cried Hannah watching my cock fail. “Just like being milked but easier for me. Well, hurry up, make your mess.”

With that she took my right nipple between her thumb and index fingernails and squeezed. A sustained dribble of come sloshed into my cup. It was, at best, half an orgasm. Pleasurable but without any intensity.

“Lick it up darling. This really is delightful. Now the only time you will have a real orgasm is when I want your little cock in me, which as we both know is no more than a couple of times a month. But you can be drained through your rings and not lose attention. I think this is one of my better ideas.”

“Yes, dear, it is.” I said knowing she would be keeping me ringed from now on.

“Take off all but three. That way, in a week you’ll have ten on. Perfect.”

The gift of chastity

husband in chastityI have not ejaculated in nearly two weeks. Nor has Hannah felt like prostate milking me. To say that I am eager is a perfect understatement. Hannah knows because I tell her. This morning she took my cock in her hand and I was instantly hard. And filled with anticipation.

Hannah was not, herself, particularily in the mood and while she had told me to wash my hands which is often a prelude to my giving her pleasure, when I got back to bed the moment had passed. Hannah is not unmindful of my needs and, as she expertly played with my cock she said, “Well, you could get your cup.”

I thought about this for a little while. I could get my cup – and no doubt will in the next few days – and under Hannah’s supervision and to my very great humiliation, take care of my needs by masturbating into it. But, here is the critical thing, until the urge becomes unbearable, my chastity, my sexual denial, is my gift to the Lady of the House.

“No darling, unless you tell me to; I’d like to go a little longer. You know how there is so much more to our lives than my sexual needs. I can easily subordinate those needs to all the other things we do. The corner time, clips, the paddle, the cane, slipping into something a little more feminine when you come home: all your little requirements are all the better when I am on edge. So, no. Thank you for offering. But my chastity is my gift to you.”

“How sweet,” Hannah exclaimed dropping my cock. “Go and put the kettle on, turn on the heat and open the curtains.”

I had been teased and very much denied.

Perfect.

A Fine Reward

There is always the danger that this journal sounds as if I am constantly misbehaving and being corrected. In fact, most of the time, I am a devoted and obedient husband. And sometimes, when I am lucky, I have a fine reward.

“Go up to your corner,” Hannah said a smile on her face. I hastened to obey not entirely sure what I was being punished for or if I was being punished at all. I stripped naked, found a very pretty pair of beautifully scented black panties (which I really should have rinsed out the night before but hadn’t) and pressed my nose into my corner. It was cold in our bedroom. Cold enough that I was shivering when, ten or fifteen minutes later, Hannah came upstairs.

“I hadn’t realized it was so chilly….oh well, we’ll soon warm you up. I want to get in some practice with my cane.”

I took my position on the bed and felt Hannah tighten my belt to bind wrist to ankle. She began with quite a long and firm warm up hand spanking. And then she took her cane and got to work. The first dozen strokes were quite light.

“What I want to do, darling, is practice so that the cane hits both sides equally. This is where I usually stand and I can see that is not ideal.” And she was quite right, even with her light swings my right cheek was quite sore while the left was largely untouched.

“So what I think I need to do is stand a little further forward….like this.” Another dozen lightish strokes landed somewhat more evenly. “No, not quite right…try this.” The cane was balanced now and Hannah delivered another 12 strokes with minimum force.

“Now dear, you really were excellent yesterday and I have a surprise for you; but before I give you your surprise, and as you are so nicely bound up, I am going to give you twenty four reasonably hard strokes just to remind you of your position. And, of course, for practice.”

When Hannah whips me I can tell by the whistle of the cane how far back she is drawing her arm. Where her earlier, lighter, strokes were swung from her elbow, this set was in earnest and Hannah swung from her shoulder. It was, short of full punishment canings, the hardest I have ever been caned. Line after line was burnt into my already flaming bottom. I was vocalizing thoroughly by the fifth stroke and gasping by the end of the first dozen. I don’t really remember the last dozen. What I do remember is Hannah’s sweet voice exclaiming “Much more even. Much better” as she swung the rattan.

At last it was over. I managed a somewhat choking “Thank you darling.” Hannah let me recover a little.

“So darling, now for your surprise. I know I have not let you come for nearly two weeks and I am very much liking how attentive your chastity has made you. I was thinking of having you make me come this afternoon but I am really not in the mood. And I certainly don’t want you coming until I can use you for my greater pleasure.” Hannah walked over to a closet and rummaged for a moment or two.

“You were so very good with my ice water idea that I really thought you deserved a little reward so I am going to milk you.” Hannah returned to the bed with the little makeup bag which contained the bulbed black flexible vibrator she likes to use to stimulate my prostate. “So Darling, if you just lie on your side I’ll get you nice and wet and then I’ll slip this in and, in a few minutes, you make a nice wet mess on this tissue.”

Usually when Hannah milks my prostate she simply pushes the vibrator into my bottom, turns it on and then leaves me to squirt on my own. Not today. I felt her warm hand massage the Astroglide up and down between my cheeks warming me up before she began to use a couple of fingers to gently stretch my backdoor. Soon enough I felt the firm pressure of the well lubricated bulb of the vibrator pushed firmly into me. Hannah kept the pressure on until the vibe had lodged itself right where it could coax my emission.

Hannah flicked the switch and I felt the subtle pulse of the vibe.

“Now darling, I am going to help you a little today. However, I do not want to see any erection and I certainly don’t want you doing any thrusting.” As she spoke Hannah was establishing her own rhythm with the vibe; a gentle, back and forth, back and forth. It was no more than a few minutes before I began to feel the extraordinary sensation of fullness and then the urge to trust my hips, “None of that darling.” said Hannah using her other hand to hold me still, “Being milked is not about any of those urges. It is about my sweet darling obeying me and making his little mess without any of those more masculine jerks or an erection. Plenty of time for that when I want my greater pleasure.”

At the word “pleasure” I overflowed. Hannah kept up her rhythm until I was completely drained.

“Lovely darling.” Hannah said standing up and leaving the black vibe buried in my bottom. “When you have cleaned up join me downstairs.”

I lay, spent, my bottom pulsing from my whipping and my milking, completely, utterly and fantastically happy and in love.

Anticipating the Long Weekend

There is nothing which I like better than the prospect of an entire weekend where I have the time to serve the lady of the house.

Hannah was wonderful this morning. Coming into the room where I am sleeping with her tea and, after I nuzzled her affectionately, saying “Wash your hands.” A simple request which I knew meant she wanted me to masturbate her. I washed thoroughly and when I came back Hannah was delightfully laying back in her nighty. “My tongue or my hand darling?” I asked. “Oh, your hand for the moment.” I set to work pleasuring my darling.

I have not ejaculated at all in June. Sometimes, if I am very lucky and it is the right time of month, Hannah will let me cum after she has used my cock for her greater pleasure. I used my hand as well as I know how and, in not so very long, Hannah had her eyes closed and her heart racing. She rarely lets me finish her and today was no exception. Instead I touch myself to be ready if she requires my hard cock. Hannah came, arching her back to her own hand’s subtle rhythms. “Now, darling” she panted.

My cock was nearly, but not completely, hard. Ideal for a submissive man as Hannah could decide how hard she wanted me simply by playing with my nipples. I began to gently stroke as her fingers grazed me. I could tell by her touch that she was thinking about letting me come. I was now rock hard and my strokes had an urgency to them that only a month of chastity can create.

Hannah’s hands left my nipples. They went to my hips. “Your done darling…it is a long weekend and I want your full attention.” Gently but firmly Hannah pushed my hips away from her. My cock slipped apart from her beauty. I know my place. I slide down the bed and licked her lovely pussy dry. A perfect task for a man in my position