Nose job

Billy and I continued to meet and pursue the prostate milking. Each time the procedure was followed in a similar pattern as suggested by Lady Lubyanka but it never came to a successful conclusion. Mostly because I got bored with sticking my fingers in his ass to stroke him. So each time the ending varied.

Like any needy male Billy begs for the luxury of tasting my pussy and when he is denied lowers his demand to just being able to smell my beautiful female scent. His desperation to come close to my cunt is comical and I enjoy seeing him prostrating himself before me. It doesn't come as any surprise then to know that my pussy is always dripping when I am tormenting him.

Needing a good orgasm on one occasion I acceded to his need to smell my cunt telling him that he could use his nose to masturbate me. His hands were securely bound behind him and my hands controlled his head. He was not permitted to use his tongue only to circle my clit with his nose. It is a great little tool, the pressure it gives is exactly right and its shape perfect.

Stroking and circling my clit he soon had me gasping and gripping his head harder. Then I was pressing on to him and grinding hard to gain the satisfaction I wanted.

Pushing him away I relaxed back on the chair with my legs spread

"what a lucky boy you are, your face is covered with my pussy smell and it is exactly what you begged for"

Ruined Orgasm - 1

I have continued to enjoy increasing pleasure teasing my sub male billy. As we both wanted to achieve success with prostate milking that was the primary focus of our second meeting.

I took the trouble to read again the best resource on the subject that I found on the internet at labylubyanka.wordpress.com. Lady Lubyanka has put together a substantial amount of information for anyone considering this process with their compliant male subject.

In an anatomy text I came across one little detail that confirmed for me that I had probably not located his prostate on the first attempt at milking - the prostate is located 7 cm's inside the anus. I took a ruler and measured my fingers........none are that long. I didn't despair but understood that I would have to insert all my fingers to be able to stroke that sensitive area of tissue. Billy and I would have to begin working towards a fisting.

It felt wonderful to be standing over billy, him naked and me fully clothed. It might be a cliche but I stood hands on hips towering over him as he told me of his constant state of arousal but complete lack of ejaculation or orgasm since our first meeting. I found a reason to bend over him and swat his ass. I loved passing my breast across his cheek which he attempted to nuzzle and caused further reason for a spanking. Billy knows that my breasts are completely out of bounds to him.

He could not control his hands and reached to stroke up my legs so his wrists were rapidly bound. I almost made him cry when I lifted my skirt to show him what he was missing out on.

I put him into position and began the process. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. It was hard work, his sphincter resisted so firmly. I stopped when I was no longer enjoying myself as it is my prerogative to do.


What is a girl to do with an erect cock on a submissive male?


A ruined orgasm.


It was going to be so much fun.


He rolled onto his back giving me a great look at his dick. With a slow motion I drizzled more lubricant down his shaft and onto his balls. Billy was going to benefit from my sweet hands repeatedly leading him close to orgasm.

It is a recent revelation to me the changes that take place in a man's muscle tension as orgasm comes closer. With care to watch his body and breathing I worked closer and closer to the time when I would permit him release.

What a rude shock it was to him when my hands whipped away at the first jerks of his cock and I was the only one laughing as cum spurted over his belly.

His face was a picture. Total shock at the way he was feeling that persisted all through clean up and then coffee.

A ruined orgasm is everything it purports to be.

My first attempt at prostate milking

My first opportunity to slide my fingers into the arse of a man for the purpose of stimulating an emission from his prostate took place very early in the morning one day last year. I joined the crowds of people traveling in to the city to begin work. My needy submissive male, I'll call him billy, wanted his prostate milked in his office before the days work began.

Knowing that to all the other occupants of the office building I would be a professional attending a breakfast meeting made the choice of clothes much easier. A smart wool skirt that curves suggestively across my bottom and a formal shirt. As I didn't feel any need to wear lingerie that made concessions to male taste my stockings were black opaque and the panties fully covered my tush. Master wanted me to wear a black leather jacket but the weather was awful and so that assertive look was replaced with a classic coat.

Billy had been given instructions on the purchases he had to make, the cleansing that had to be done to his genitalia and how he should greet me when I arrived. I was certain that he would follow them and in that I was not disappointed. I entered a warm office that was surprisingly large. Space had been cleared so that billy could spread a rug on the floor which he had topped with a towel. Hesitantly he indicated the box containing all the accoutrements and then began to take the items out one by one and show me before laying them out on his desk. I was pleased to see how much care he had taken.

We were ready to begin, I washed my hands and he stripped hurriedly to be on his knees on my return. It was time for him to request the milking. I didn't feel he had expressed enough sincerity and demanded he try again. Then he showed more feeling. He revealed that he had been incapable of maintaining sexual abstinence and that earned him his first spanking. I watched as my hand prints turned his buttocks red.

I had billy position himself on all fours with his arse high in the air. It felt good to run my hands over his back and then add a few more quick slaps. As I pulled on the gloves I told him what I wanted, told him that his hands must never go near his cock and told him to please me. Even though he had ensured his cleanliness I took a baby wipe and slowly slid it around and down his cock. Then with a fresh one his balls were swiped. His arsehole felt the last one I pulled out.

Did I tell you his cock was fully erect? A little oversight, it stood to attention desperately straining for the touch of fingers.

My fingers were lubed. I began with my index finger. Sliding it slowly but firmly in that puckered hole. Gently I circled my finger, then withdrew it to send my middle finger in its place. As my right hand was fully occupied with billy's arse it was my left that teased his cock. I stroked until he began to buck and jerk when I took my hand away and told him to relax and breathe through the need to orgasm. He suffered and I watched as pre-cum drained from his cock.

I began again to tease his cock and continue the gentle stroking in his arse. He reached out to touch me and his hand wandered up my thigh. I allowed him to feel my stocking tops and then pushed his hand away and spanked him a few times. Once more he came close to orgasm and we stopped as more pre-cum dripped to the floor.

I took off those gloves and carefully replaced them. With a handy piece of rope I tied up his balls which it was clear he really wanted. Then I lubed up again to slide two fingers into his arse and resume the milking activity. This time when his hand wandered up my leg I let him stroke his fingers against my pussy through my panties. Although his orgasm was being denied I was feeling very hot and wanted that pleasure for myself. As I came I bit his bottom.

His wandering hands couldn't continue. His hands were secured behind his back and they stayed there until I was almost ready to leave. Some teasing time for him as I lifted my skirt to show him my panties and then sit and stroke my pussy that was still aroused. A good opportunity to talk about what we were doing and how important it was to please me.

I stood smoothed my skirt back down over my legs and the milking restarted. It was quite amusing to watch his cock and listen to his groans. It was very enjoyable to pull of the rope tie and play with his balls. It became tiring to continue stroking his arse.


We were not successful at milking billy's prostate. I made him suffer for as long as I could but our time ran out. He was given two minutes to wank himself and I watched as he did so. He came when I stepped behind him to whisper in his ear.


We will continue to practice the prostate milking on a regular basis until we are successful and the requirements will increase for billy so that I am amused.

This post appeared on my previous blog and has not been changed.

The beginning with billy

I continued to want to play with a submissive male in the days following the fun with Marty but I felt no interest in placing another advert. Instead I continued to monitor the adverts that men placed hoping that there would be some I'd like to respond to. One day there was a short request for a woman who'd like to try prostate massage. I made contact.


Prostate massage held a lot of appeal. When ever I had read about it the cruelty held me enthralled. I really liked the idea of draining a man's prostate so that satisfactory orgasm is days away. Especially if he has already been a very well behaved submissive and refrained from orgasm prior to the event.

Communication was good, we both had the same aim. So an arrangement was made to meet to check our compatibility. I took great care to dress to impress. If I was to make this man suffer I had to ensure he found me desirable and had a strong need to please me.

The dress I chose was a 1950's winter dress which had only one button at the front waist to secure. It was designed for a perfect hour glass figure and gave a tantalizing glimpse of breast. He told me later that he spent the entire time trying to see beyond the clever design to the white curves behind and wondering if I wore a corset to make such a tiny waist. He was hooked.

We arranged a date for the first attempt at prostate milking and I returned home to do some research.

two girls on a gay beat

There are times when I am driven crazy with the need to feel a man touching me, preferably with his cock but I am not fussy so fingers or a tongue will do very nicely instead. At those times I pace and prowl around the house attempting to find distractions. My own fingers won't do and my fantasies seem too repetitive to raise any interest.

I suffered through several nights recently until I simply had to call up one of the men on my phone list. We shuttled texts back and forth detailing our identical states of sexual frustration. Eventually we made the arrangement to meet. I chose a location that I thought would be quiet and dark and we agreed the time.

As I drove down the quiet back street that ended at my destination I was surprised by the amount of traffic, cars in front of me and cars behind all moving in the same direction. It was a puzzle that was rapidly resolved once I pulled into the car park and the car behind me pulled in beside. Dotted about the car park were pairs of cars. I had lucked onto a gay beat. I felt a little sorry for the guy whose car had paired up with mine!

I sent another text to my playmate and got out of the car. It was so dark I wondered if we would ever be able to find each other without the assistance of the mobile phone. I began the walk to our meeting point and as my heels tapped out a rhythm on the tarmac I was aware that I was being followed by a growing number of men......I felt like the pied piper.

At the meeting point I stood with confidence thinking I would be of no interest. But a very cute guy came up and asked if I was cruising, I tactfully turned him down. Another text to my playmate and then I turned as I heard more heels tapping down the path. In to view came Melissa, my cross-dressing playmate. She is tall and slender and on this occasion a brunette.

The presence of the men around us freaked her so I took her hand and led her away to find some space.

First we sat in a BBQ shelter. My hands played up her stockings and her hands played up mine. But as we got closer to each other so did a voyeur until Melissa took fright and we had to move again. Further into the dark and onto the edge of the bush. We turned our backs and settled down on the grass.

Melissa pandered to my need for orgasms. Fingers first sliding in and out my cunt and teasing my clit. I held her arm adding pressure when I wanted it and pulling her away when I was satisfied. I told her I wanted my nipples sucked and she reached into my dress to pull out my breasts. I flung my arms out behind me and arched up to her keeping her there kneading my breasts as she sucked until I was rapturous.

She was being a very good gurl and as she kept asking to taste me I finally rewarded her. It was a thrilling feeling that she gave with her tongue. My legs flailed around in the air above her indicating the pulse of each orgasm until I told her no more.

We cuddled then sat up to discover a ring of men around us all jacking off.

Lord it is lucky I am an exhibitionist but poor Melissa lost any arousal she might have had.