Bondage Slave - Forcibly Milked… Part One…

August the 15th 2003 How he got here and who he was - Was of very little importance… The point was that Red and myself wanted to play… And we were going to extract our pleasure VERY slowly and precisely… But to satisfy your curiosity, the slave in question was in fact the spouse of one of our dear Lady friends from the stables, Ms Chase-Knowles. To celebrate her fortieth birthday right back at the beginning of May Ms Chase-Knowles decided that she would dedicate her time to pursuing her own particular interests… Stable boys between the age of twenty one to twenty five years old and with PLENTY of stamina to keep her VERY well entertained… At the same time she had also decided that her slave husband would benefit from a period of enforced celibacy… Now almost six months on Ms Chase-Knowles had taken two of her favourite stable boys away to Cannes for a 'relaxing week' at her villa and Red and myself thought that it would be rather entertaining to ask her if we could summon her spouse down to the stables so that we could 'empty' him fully to ensure that his mind would not be tempted to wonder from his work… And now the fun was about to begin… The slave was now here and in quite a position... Strapped to the cold steel surgical table with his arms and legs stretched out HARD to the four corners and VERY firmly restrained with thick black leather straps... A separate much wider strap about his midsection kept him pinned down VERY hard... He had been led into the room blindfolded, stripped and then secured to the steel table exactly three hours earlier… After he had been ordered to close his eyes while the blindfold was removed the skin-tight black latex hood was pulled roughly over his head and laced tightly into place at the back… As soon as this was done the little black leather blindfold was once more secured into place over the hood so that the slave could be stripped and secured… Just before Red and myself left the room to go for our ride we had inserted a small stainless steel surgical funnel through the small hole at the front of the slaves skin-tight hood and then into his mouth before taking it in turns to slowly pour three full bottles of chilled mineral water into the funnel… As the slaves nose was completely enclosed by the skin-tight black latex hood he was forced to struggle to drink it all down gulp after gulp so that he was able to breathe… The complete silence inside the room and slaves inability to move a single muscle had ensured that he had now been asleep for over an hour… As we now watched through the large window of the observation room the slave slowly started to wake... Standing side by side both dressed in skin-tight black latex body suits and spike heeled black leather thigh boots Red and myself watched as the slaves head started to move slowly from side to side and then we watched the tip of his tongue push out through the little round hole at the front of the skin-tight black latex hood as the slave slowly licked his lips… Bondage slaves always act the same on coming to... First disorientation… You can watch their minds come to and start questioning where they are... Next comes recognition that they are FULLY restrained... And then, IF the slave is not gagged, confusion, fear and a desperate need to try to move... I have a preference of letting the slaves wear themselves out a little as they try to move… As they desperately test their bonds in an effort to get comfortable… Lady Imogen and myself once watched a slave try in vane to move for almost half a day… But on that particular occasion we had become sidetracked with each other… And the slave had been forced to wait until we had finished… This slave today started to give up on his hopeless efforts to move after just a few minutes… My right hand moved down and as the tips of my fingers glided over the skin-tight black latex encasing Red's beautifully firm bottom we watched the slaves taught and helpless body strain against the restraints a bit more before giving up the ghost and surrendering to the situation… As Red watched she licked her lips slowly before reaching out with her left hand so that she could brush the tips of her own fingers across the skin-tight latex encasing my own bottom… Then as our fingers slowly explored each other Red turned to me and purred: "I am already VERY wet…" I just replied: "Mmmm…So am I…" After turning to Red and kissing her firmly on the lips and probing DEEP into her mouth with my exploring tongue we took our cue to enter the treatment room… The bound slave was lying there waiting for us... His ample cock awaited our undivided attention… We entered the room quietly and pushed the well-oiled surgical implement trolley up right next to the operating table before the slave was even aware that he was no longer alone… I watched as the muscles of the slaves neck tense and then as the shiny black latex hood turned to face us he asked: "Madam… Mistress… Please if I may…" Red cut the slaves words off dead with a cruel hiss that left him in no doubt that he was to remain completely silent: "Shut your mouth until we want to see your tongue!" I smiled wickedly and leaned down close to the slaves face... He was in his early forties and quite beautifully presented - Not to mention VERY well hung... I laughed cruelly and then I whispered softly near his ear our intentions and the slaves body quite involuntary began to tense HARD against the restraints securing him... But something else happened as well… The fear and anticipation of his predicament had caused his impressively presented cock to begin to stiffen noticeably… As I looked up at Red I saw that she was slowly licking her lips once more as she watched the flawless light coloured flesh of the slaves cock begin to react with a mind of its own and quite detached from the slaves brain which was struggling hard to maintain self control… A smile crept across my lips as I picked up a beautiful red and black feather from the top of the stainless steel surgical trolley and began to brush it, gently against his hardening cock as Red watched closely… Her fingers moving carefully down to the front of her black latex body suit so that she could trace around her hardening clitoris through the skin-tight material with the tip of her forefinger… A quiet gasps left her lips as she watched the slaves body quickly tense against the bonds restraining him… Despite his desperate attempts to lie perfectly still the slaves nervous body strained against the tight bonds securing him… And his cock continued to swell and get quite firm… I was making sure of that personally… After a few moments the slaves neck muscles tensed once more as he pressed his latex encased head right back… Just the VERY tight leather straps stopping his back from arching up away from the table… His physical involuntary struggle against his bonds subsided and his breathing became VERY heavy from exhaustion… I let out a cruel laugh and then picked up my pace with the feather… His large cock was now rock solid and a good eight inches plus sticking straight into the air… Red took this opportunity to violate his cock shaft with her hand... As I continued to tease the tip of the slaves cock with the feather Red closed her fingers around the base of the slaves cock… Despite her VERY tight grip her fingers would only reach around about three quarters of the base of the slaves cock shaft and as she looked up at me with her wicked smile I leaned towards her and slipped my tongue deep between her lips so that she could suck it decadently before I pulled away and whispering to her: "It's going to stretch so beautifully…" Red let out a gasp as the words left my lips then as I dropped the feather carefully back onto the top of the surgical trolley I wrapped my fingers over the top of Red's as she tried to reach all of the way around the slaves quite massive trunk and then we both moved our hands up and down it together and stroked it quite gently… The slave's mouth opened beneath the skin-tight latex hood encasing his head and he moaned in clearly audible pleasure... Yes, he was relaxing, but he did not fully appreciate what was to come, or perhaps more accurately NOT cum… Hour One… Whenever I do this I always pay special attention to the first hour... If a slave is allowed to lose control in the first hour then the whole exercise is lost… My record at keeping a slave from orgasm is eighteen hours… Even though we had less time today I was determined to extract just as much pleasure… I suspected that this slave was going to struggle with the concept of tease and denial after his enforced celibacy, which had been personally supervised by his beautiful and HIGHLY skilled Lady wife… This is the fun part for ANY Lady… Seeing just how long we can draw it out and yet keep them right on the very edge… The very brink... It is a delicate exercise… Too little arousal for a slave's nervous cock and it will go flaccid… Too much and a volcano of cum erupts together with some of the most interesting grunts and other primal noises from the slaves straining face beneath the latex hood covering them... Yes, a slave whose orgasm has been drawn out makes the most primal sounds... And then when you stimulate them the second, third, and so on times without any breaks… Oh it is SO wonderful… My target is always to get at least two to four hours of pleasure this way and I could see that Red was looking forward to the hours ahead as much as I was myself… Red and myself spent the first hour working with just the feather on his trunk like cock shaft as our fingers felt and explored as well… It would be more accurate to say that we spent it working on the rim of the crown and tip of his cock as I worked the feather around and across as gently as possible... After just a few short minutes I could see that each touch of the feather was having its desired effect on the slave's body... The muscles in his neck tensed hard and he struggled to remain perfectly still… But the slight moans, gasps and his iron-hard and visibly pulsing erection betrayed his nervousness… The ten-minute mark was the turning point for the slave's predicament… His breathing became more controlled and I could see that he was trying desperately to focus on the orgasm, which he had been denied for almost six months... I slowed my work with the feather and switched to a thin leather shoelace... Wrapped once in a circle around the head of his thick shaft just below the mushroom-like glans I could move his raging erection around without much physical contact as Red continued her work with her fingers... Holding the leather shoelace by the outer ends I pulled the slaves cock shaft around in different directions... Pulling it all the way down to make contact with the cold surgical table the slave lost his focus momentarily... I smiled and loosened my hold on the shoelace to let his iron hard cock return to a more natural erect position straight up and a bit towards his head... I watched Red lick her lips and take the opportunity to dig her long sharp nails deep into the flesh at the base of the slaves cock shaft causing him to gasp out in pain… As I continued the treatment I began to pull the leather shoelace left and right causing the circle of tight leather lace to rub around the sensitive top of his shaft near the tip of his cock… In repeating motions I would pull to the left so my right hand nearly touched his cock head and then pull with my right hand till my left hand was just as close... The motion was clearly arousing and the slave was getting closer and closer… But also frustrated that the sensations were not quite intense enough to allow him to release... Also, I would periodically pull his cock tip hard enough to touch the cold surgical table surface to prevent him from becoming too aroused…