"Milk you? Has it been two weeks?"
He smiles that smile he does, let's me know I am helpless around him. Even when he's not around. He owns me.
"Please, Daddy. Pretty please. It's been two weeks, yes. Please?"
I am literally begging. So horny for him to touch me like he does. He just had me suck him and I still have the taste of his cum in my mouth. He used my mouth hard for over fifteen minutes. Much of his cum is still on my chin, down the front of my neck and on my metal collar. When he cums it's huge, cums with strong spurts. He's like a fire hose!
I wear a collar for him, permanent. He saw to that early on. It's locked in the back with rings at the front, sides and back for hooking and restraining. It's stylish as well as functional. He has displayed it, me in it, for many. He had me fitted with my collar two years ago. It was when he moved me into his house to live with him full-time. I still remember him having me suck the man that made it for me as part of what he called 'the installation fee'. I've long gotten over the embarrassment of the collar on me displayed around others. When he takes me out, he has me wear high collar or girly turtle-neck things. Or just has it in plain view on me depending on where he takes me.
"Please, please, please...Daddy, please."
I sound like a spoiled little bitch begging like this but it's what he demands of me, what he wants to hear before I'm milked. I learned that early on too—always ask, beg permission.
He smiles down at me. I am on my knees in front of him. He runs one finger down the side of my cheek, toys with some of his cum on my chin, 'precious' he says as he pulls his hand away.
He took me from my housework and had me suck him before heading to his office, early morning. I am in my domestic house girl things. A short pink slip barely covers my butt and the locked penis restraint I wear. I wear pink ruffle ankle sox and pink high heels to. It's my sissy house girl uniform. I am made up in pink eye shadow, gloss pink lipstick, which is smeared all over face and chin from his use of me moments ago. Pink finger and toenails, his favorite color on me. I am up and in my domestic 'girl' outfit every day by 8 am. That is my standard daily outfit for doing my domestic chores and my work-related things for his business. I wear a short hair spikey style pink wig to complete my house girl outfit.
"You are a selfish bitch, aren't you. We milked that pathetic little thing a week ago, didn't we?"
He pats my head, smiles down at me.
"Noooo, Daddy. It's been a whole two weeks. It has. I'm so wanting your touch. Please. And you said every two weeks if I'm a good girl. Please..."
"Shussssssh. Get to your milking table and get into position. I guess I have to do it. I'm almost late for my office appointment. Demanding little bitch, you are. I should punish you later for asking without permission, without me telling you to ask. I should. Shouldn't I?"
He laughs, pets the side of my face again as I look up at him, stammer 'yes, daddy'.
"We'll see."
He snaps his fingers and points to my sissy room up the stairs. I hurry to my feet, fast, scamper and rush up the stairs to my room. The click of my high heels fills the hall with sound. All I can think about is the way he does this for me. The way he rewards me with his hand. I am addicted to it. I crave it! It's all I think about when I get into my sissy sexually addicted mindset--the mindset he keeps me in constantly, a mindset I am never out of since he moved me into his huge house.
I hurry to stand next to my table, my eyes to the floor. He calls it my 'milking table'. It's raised four feet off the ground with drawers under it containing things he uses on me. I know not to get onto it until my hands have been secured to my collar by wrist restraints and told to do so. My penis chastity device is never removed unless my wrists are secured and locked to my collar. Or elsewhere of his choosing. My penis is never allowed to be uncaged unless my hands are restrained. He walked slowly to my room, took his time, and laughs as he enters seeing me anxiously standing next to the platform, holding out and offering the padded pink leather wrist restraints he will use on me, taken from the shelf below my milking platform. Shelf and drawers full of many of the things he uses to reward and punish me with on this table.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Daddy..."
I am stammering.
"Quiet, little bitch. You know this is always about me. Not about you. I do this because it amuses me to see you like this. I love that butt up and out, that pathetic excuse of a penis pulled back between your legs. You really are a cute little needy sissy. That pleases me. And that should please you."
I look to the floor as he kisses my forehead and pats my rear end before taking the wrist restraint cuffs from my hand.
