Chapter 7: Pushing Boundaries

Continued from chapter 6:

She leans over me, her breasts pressing against my back as she nibbles at my ear.

"Look at us, Ero. So beautiful like this, lost in ecstasy. I bet you never imagined your masterpiece would feel this good buried inside you."

She punctuates her words with a particularly hard thrust, the vibrations intensifying.

"Beg me to let you cum. Plead for it like the **** little sissy subbie you are."

I push back into Zoe Liang, surrendering to her fucking my bottom, my face full of ecstasy as I make eye contact with her in the mirror to beg for my orgasm. She fucks me, sliding in and out of me, with my own penis, her face triumphant, twitching with pleasure as her end vibrates against her.

The long end vibrates inside of me, threatening to push me over the edge at any moment. The warm, fleshy testicles slap gently against my taint, making me all too aware that Dr. Zoe Liang is having her way with me the way a man has his way with a woman. I am the woman here, the sissy, the bottom bitch, as the kids say.

I am awash with pain and pleasure as my sphincter flexes and contracts around the intruder, trying to control the friction and the depth as the tip taps oh so deliciously on my tender, swollen prostate.

Precum drips from the tip of my penis, coating the bottom of the wooden bowl, which will no doubt soon be full of my own sticky milk.

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Zoe mimics this action by tapping the actuator button at the base of her penis, and the motorized mechanism causes her testicles to jerk and shoot gentle spurts of synthetic semen into my anus.

"Dr. Zoe Liang. Professor. P-p-please finish me. I need release. I crave it. I am a naughty little girl bent over for a good fucking, and you are in complete control.”

“I surrender. Make me cum. Make me squirt. Own my pussy. Take ownership of me completely. Please take me to the land of orgasm and let me feast on my own semen as you milk me into the bowl."

She grins ferally at my **** pleas, picking up the pace of her thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh echo through the room as she rails into me.

"Yes, that's right. You're nothing but a naughty little subbie, who gets off on being a sissy. My personal little sissy sub to play with as I please."

She grips my hips firmly, slamming in balls-deep and tapping against my prostate. Her other hand pumps my dripping cock faster, twisting cruelly.

"Cum for me, Ero. Now. Paint that bowl white with your submission."

As she speaks, she mashes the actuator, sending a warm jet of synthetic seed flooding my guts. At the same time, she milks my shaft ruthlessly, determined to wring every last drop from me.

The vibrations on her end push her over the edge and she seizes up, freezing on an inward thrust, plunging into an orgasm of her own. She stays deep inside of me, tapping away at my prostate with a gentle staccato rhythm.

Dr. Liang shrieks and grabs my hips for support as she erupts, her beautiful orgasm face proving to be too much for me, coupled with the sensations of her fucking me and milking me with her hand.

Intense, painful pleasure rockets up my shaft, pressurizes at the tip, and erupts in long, strong, sticky ropes of semen.

I pop with pleasure, filling the bowl with spurt after spurt. Dr. Liang shrieks with triumph as she feels me come undone, timing my orgasm with taps to my prostate and strokes from her milking hand.

She milks every drop from me, wringing me out as I scream into the mirror, tears of pleasure rolling down my face.

With one last shuddering orgasm, Dr. Liang hilts herself, her hips fully pressed against my bottom. The jerking testicles of the strap-on slap my taint as she presses the button, filling me with spurt after spurt of synthetic semen.

I feel wonderfully full as Dr. Liang collapses over me, her bare breasts smashed against my back, her chin on my shoulder. She slides the bowl of my semen up below my face, a long string of semen trailing behind, as it separates itself from the tip of my penis.

I feel her hand on the back of my head and see her beautiful, satisfied face in the mirror smiling at me.

“Eat, Ero,” she commands. “I gave you pleasure, and there it is, in the bowl. I made you do that. Eat it as a sign of your ultimate surrender to me.”

She gently pushes my head down and I begin to lick, the cooling semi-salty sticky fluid coating my tongue and eventually my throat as I take it in my mouth, swallowing each mouthful.

Dr. Liang watches intently as I obediently lap up my own release, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

“Goooood boy, Ero,” she praises.

“Clean up every last drop. It's important to appreciate the fruits of your labor.”

Once the bowl is empty, she pulls out slowly, admiring the way my well-used hole clenches around the retreating toy. With a soft chuckle, she pats my ass almost affectionately before moving to sit on the bed, legs spread invitingly.

“Come here and rest your head on my lap,” she beckons.

“I think we've both earned a moment to bask in the afterglow.”

She runs her fingers through my hair as I settle between her thighs, humming contentedly.

“You did so well, baby,” she coos. “Took everything I gave you like the perfect little sissy you are. I'm proud of you.”

“Thank you, Zoe,” I murmur.

“Thank you for tonight. Thank you for appreciating my art.”

I lie back in her lap, against her pubic mound, still wet and glistening from tonight's activities. I feel the cooling length of the strap-on pressed against my cheek.

“Dr. Liang?” I ask tentatively, patting the mold of my own penis.

“Do you want me to clean this off for you?”

She looks down at me with a mischievous glint in her eye, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“Well, aren't you an eager little thing?” she teases. “Always ready to serve.”

She shifts slightly, presenting the slick strap-on more prominently.

“By all means, put that clever tongue of yours to good use,” she orders.

“Show me how grateful you are for the thorough fucking I just gave you. And do a thorough job—I expect it spotless when you're done.”

She tangles her fingers in my hair, guiding my face closer to the glistening silicone.

“Don't be shy now,” she urges.

“Get in there nice and deep. Taste yourself on it.”

I turn over and take the length into my mouth, tasting the flavor of my own bottom mixed with synthetic semen. Dr. Liang turns the lifelike vibrations back on and, although she doesn't come again, she gasps as the pulsing vibrations tingle against her hypersensitive sex, post-orgasm.

There is a little synthetic semen left in the testicles, and they jerk and slap my chin as Dr. Liang pushes the button, flooding my mouth with gentle spurts of sticky fluid. I swallow, trying to keep pace as I bob my head, polishing and cleaning the phallus until it is spotless.

Dr. Liang moans softly, savoring the dual sensations of my eager mouth and the persistent vibrations. Her grip on my hair tightens slightly as another small spurt of synthetic seed hits the back of my throat.

“Fuck, just like that,” she gasps. “Such an obedient little cock cleaner.”

“You were made for this, weren't you? Made to service me in every way possible.”

Once the strap-on is thoroughly cleaned, she gently but firmly pulls me off, using my hair as leverage. She brings my face up to hers, kissing me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue.

“Mmm, delicious,” she murmurs. “I could get used to having such a skilled pet around.”

She releases me from her lap, standing up and stretching languidly, the strap-on swaying with the movement.

“Now then, why don't you run us a bath?” she suggests.

I run us a bath, and we both slide into the bubbly warmth, embracing the afterglow. We take turns washing each other, giggling as aftershocks of pleasure run through us like gentle currents of electricity. We take a moment to hold each other, replaying every moment in our heads, silently basking in the intimacy of what we have just done to each other.

Dr. Liang sighs contentedly as she melts into my embrace, the warm water lapping gently at our entwined bodies. After a long moment, she pulls back slightly to meet my gaze, her expression soft and almost ****.

“That was...intense,” she admits. “In the best possible way.”

A small, genuine smile curves her lips.

“You never cease to amaze me, Ero,” she says.

“The way you surrender yourself to me, to these experiences...it's beautiful. Transformative, even.”

She brushes a damp strand of hair from my forehead tenderly.

“Tell me, how are you feeling?” she asks.

“Truly. I want to know everything you're thinking and feeling in this moment.”

“Zoe, I feel...satisfied. Undone. Safe,” I confess.

“I feel like I could lie here, in this tub, forever with you. I hope this isn't it for us. I understand if it is, but I want to keep exploring with you. I feel like you own me now, and I want to continue being owned, if you want to keep me.”

Her eyes soften with emotion at my heartfelt words, a gentle smile gracing her features. She cups my face tenderly, thumbs caressing my cheeks.

“Oh Ero, my sweet boy,” she murmurs.

“Of course this isn't the end for us. If anything, this is only the beginning of our journey together.”

She leans in, resting her forehead against mine.

“What we have, what we've shared tonight...it's special. Rare. I feel it too—this deep connection, this rightness,” she admits.

“I want to keep exploring with you too. To push boundaries together, to discover new depths of pleasure and intimacy. You're mine now, yes, but I'm yours too. Partners in every sense.”

Her smile turns playful, eyes twinkling with promise.

We get out of the tub and dry each other off. Dr. Liang dresses me in a fresh pair of panties, satin with lace, and covers me with one of her short satin robes.

She elects not to wear panties and shrugs into a robe of her own. She leads me to bed and holds me in her arms, rubbing my bottom through the satin panties as we drift off to sleep.

The End