Flogging and milking

Still blindfolded, you look around out of instinct, trying to gain some season of what's about to happen. All you hear though are the her footsteps echoing as she walks away from you. You hear her open something...a locker or cabinet of some kind you think. Then she says "hmm...what does this boy need...no... certainly not...well that of course...ah...here we are."

There's a shuffling of some items, and then you hear the squeaky wheeling of a cart being pushed towards you.

You hear the squirting of an almost empty bottle and then a soft hand grabs your dick and starts to lather lube on it. You quickly stiffen up and start to moan and are met with a slap to the face.

"Tsk tsk dear. This is a chore, not for your enjoyment. We'll have to ensure you don't have to too much fun now."

You mutter a garbled response through the gag and you hear her sigh as she stops and you hear her gather something off of her cart. It's not too long before you feel more lube being applied to your now raging boner, quickly followed by some sort of soft tube being inserted over your cock.

"Ah good! A perfect fit on the first try sweetie. Now, that ointment I used is expensive and experimental. I get it at an affordable discount though if I help replenish the supplies. Turns out male human cum is a vital ingredient. Let's see how much is in you dear hmm."

She giggles as she turns the machine on. You feel a pleasant combination of pressure, sucking, and vibration as the milking machine begins to slide over your cock. It's more stimulating than you would have thought and you instinctively let another moan out.

"Bless your soul, here I am working overtime for you and your self inflicted injury and you're getting off enjoying yourself. You were warned about that...let's see what we can do to keep things more fair hmm?"

You garble out a protest along the lines of "hnmhs ofar" and she just giggles and says "oh I glad you agree."

Of course, you didn't. Milking aside your arms were killing you as you hung suspended from the ceiling. Nonetheless you hear her walk behind you and start to talk to herself "Hmm...no not that...maybe next time...oh...yes! That's the one!"

You hear her walk behind you as you nervously squirm against your restraints. Whatever she grabbed it can't be good you think. "Ah I love it when you squirm dear. It just make this harder on you and more fun for me."

Your suspicion is confirmed when a moment later you hear a load crack as a heavy flogger snaps across your ass. You wince as the pain jolts through you.

"Ooh yes this is going to be fun" she whispers in your ear as she drapes the flogger across you back. "Where to aim next..."

Crack. Your right thigh. Crack. The left. Crack. Your ass again. Crack. Your back.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

The beating is relentless as each blow feels sharper and sharper. CRACK. She snipes your balls.

You find yourself panting and you're not sure if it's from the milker of the flogging. An occasional laugh behind you let's you know your tormentor is enjoying herself.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. The flogging continues mixed with milking. Then finally...you gasp and shudder and unload what feels like the largest load you've ever had.

The southern doctor squeals with glee and then says "not bad for a first time...if I had more time today I might insist on a second but I'm afraid I've got to let you go."

You hear a click and milking stops. She removes the pump from your cock gently and then wheels the squeaky cart away. With another loader click, you feel your restraints loosen above you and you fall to the floor in a heap as chains fall on top of you. You struggle to try to get up but before you can you feel a damp cloth slide over your mouth and you slip back into the darkness.

You wake up sometime later fully clothed in a locked bathroom stall. You have no recollection of how you got there, but you are sore.

You compose yourself and leave the bathroom. Your phone beeps and you read the message. "Take the rest of the day off. I'll message you when I need to see you again."