Justin

Stretched out on my back and secured to Mistress Miranda’s medical bench, I could hear the steady ‘tick-tick-tick’ rhythm of the Hanwell clinic’s astonishing milking machine and could feel the gentle, warm and insistent movement from the soft, silicon rubber tubing suctioned onto my penis.  The sensation from this converted agricultural milking machine was akin to being fucked and sucked at the same time, as the tube slid effortlessly up and down my cock at a speed dictated by Mistress and over which I had no control whatsoever.  The result was an irresistible climb up the ladder towards what I hoped and prayed would be the climax which my bollocks so desperately needed.  I tried to ask Mistress to speed the machine up slightly to increase my lust levels even more, but little more than a muffled moan escaped the tight rubber hood and pump-up gag that Miss Miranda had fitted before the machine was even switched on.  Unable to see, I could just sense Nurse Miranda’s presence as she lent closer over me making constant slight adjustments to the speed and the depth of stroke of my mechanical wanking device.  It seemed as though I had been on the milker for hours  when the sucking motion suddenly went into overdrive. Unable to resist for another second, I felt myself spurt a full load into the tube, to be instantly sucked away into the depths of the machine.