Chapter Twenty Nine
Milking Christy
As I strap Christy to the kitchen table, I deliberately let the folds of my robe open to flash my feminine charms, breasts and pubes, that which Christy adores. I know this to trigger the suppressed male arousal. And there is also the veneration of fully developed female glands which Christy has come to envy.
So I know in not wearing the cockcage, some degree of firmness will commence just in looking at me.
“Going to rid you of all that nasty maleness, Christy. You’ll thank Muffin later,” I taunt as I pinch and rub her ear, pausing to offer a full view of my nakedness.
Christy’s torso lies prostrate on the table top, bent at the waist, wrists cuffed behind, ankle cuffs attached low to the table legs. She’s nicely spread and just as I again pick up t
