Stripping away the pleasure and the control of the male orgasm, forced milking can be quite humbling.  No doubt at first, there is much stimulation in the realization that you lay there bound with your cock exposed for teasing and torment.  BUT…  as time ticks on, and you become lost inside your head, blankness even lacking, only the emotional ride which is whirling at an internal high speed, and the helplessness and vunerability becomes a tunnel with no light and no apparent end – you succumb to an ongoing CBT and milking session.

The restriction of the mummification is in itself, fucking with your human survival instincts.  And the vunerable exposure of your cock and balls stirs up those knotting anxieties in your stomach. 

What sounds you can hear in the room, are muffled and unclear.  Your eyeslids have been taped down. There is nothing.  You are nothing.  And your cock grows even harder due to your immobile predictiment. Feeling yourself being fitted, hearing a small motor running, aware of the growing pressure being pumped around your milkstick, and the ever so constant suction.  You have no control.  You have no say and YOU WILL produce.  Over and over and over, until nothing remains, except the silent tears of pain escaping from your sealed eyelids. 

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In this series, Goddess Lillith takes the seduction of smoking and foot worship to a new level.  Not only does she tease her slave with those beautiful full red lips of hers, she hoods him in leather and has him cleaning her stilettos, while teaesing him with those perfect toes of hers.

I am adding a pair of those opera length leather gloves to my gift list.  So many times I am asked “What may I do for you, Mistress Chianti?” – my response will be – “Bestow upon me your true desire to please me. Kneel and offer up your gift of leather, so that I can tease and torment you even more – my pet!!”

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I really think this could be turned into a fun little game to play at my next humiliation dungeon party.  Instead of Pin The Tail on the Donkey, I would call it Shoot The Spunk into the Pig’s Mouth!!  Make sure you drop me a line to get on that invitation list!!

At first I thought he had a little tail tangling between his legs and realized it was his piggly wiggly dicklet.  Oh this is just way to much fun!

You can see more of this slut and others like him over at the English Mansion.  Make sure drop by sometime!