We have My sl*ve A blindfolded and kept in b*ndage. My sub is restrained, tied down full length, and positioned neatly under one of My favourite items of equipment. I remove the blindfold and let him see the instrument of today’s t*rment, My milking machine! For today the sl*ve will be thoroughly milked by the machine, not only under My control but also by the similarly expert technique of Tainted Maitrise.

As Tainted Maitrise “gloves up” I turn on the machine and remind sl*ve A of the sound it makes, a sound that terrifies this sub. I lube his wet, hard c*ck and, with the milking machine prepared, I insert sl*ve A into the mechanical mayhem! Within seconds sl*ve A is sighing with pleasure as the machine provides great suction, up and down his aching shaft.

Our sl*ve A briefly gazes in lust, checking how his c*ck looks in the machine and then he lies back, unable to move as his swollen c*ck receives gratifying t*rment from the machine. I am more than pleased with the settings that I programmed into the machine; they provoke Our sub and leave him helplessly edged. We will milk exactly what We want from this sl*ve!

The sub groans, lost for words, welcoming the satisfying anguish engulfing his c*ck. Tainted Maitrise takes over at the controls and We up the pace of the machine on his deliciously wet c*ck. Our boy whimpers and “gets close” – he is fascinated by the repetitions of the machine and Tainted Maitrise uses this to increase the pace further. The sl*ve’s b*lls become slick with lube and his juices as the pleasurable t*rment increases.

My fingers cross sl*ve A’s thighs and he moans once more as the machine drives him towards *rgasm. I remove the machine and leave his sore c*ck throbbing in mid-air; so cruel, such fun! As sl*ve A begs for more c*ck attention I begin to manipulate his rod with My fingers and Our boy become desperate for release. We receive continual begging and, Tainted Maitrise encourages sl*ve A to beg politely “Please Miss Anna, let me come!”

Tainted Maitrise selects a view of the action that takes sl*ve A’s breath away. As She leans over Our boy his excitement increases uncontrollably, and his begging turns into gasps of “Please, please, please...” as his *rgasm number three of the day pulses over My gloves. Under delightful sensitivity We have turned sl*ve A into Our toy to be played with. We have used sl*ve A and milked him dry!

BOUND AND MILKED WITH TAINTED MAITRISE