When most men cum when they are fucking, they spurt. Not so during prostate massage. There is no sexual satisfaction. The person being milked is drained slowly and he remains hard even when his ball sac is completely empty. The whole draining process can take up to twenty minutes, and it always leaves Richard frustrated and anxious. It also ensures his loyalty and his obedience!
I make Richard ‘re-cycle’ his cum when he’s empty, and then I lock him away for another week.
By the time I’d finished milking, Isaac was almost ready to go. I let Richard shower whilst I got into my favourite latex cat suit which I’d put out earlier in the afternoon. I’d already had my shower whilst my boyfriend and my cuckold were on the golf course.
Isaac loves to see me in my cat suit. It clings to my tits beautifully and has a discrete zip between the legs which allows him access when he wants my cunt. He wore a delightful pair of leather trousers and his favourite denim shirt that showcased his perfectly toned and muscled torso.
I put Richard’s collar on him, which completed the get up I always made him wear to the club: a pristine white shirt, grey flannel shorts, three quarter socks and open toed sandals. He looked perfectly ridiculous. And he loved it!
We got to the club by about eight o’clock. It was much fuller than usual, but Hilary had reserved seats for us at her table. Freddie was sitting next to her, pawing her tits and staring at a pneumatically endowed woman who was explaining from her position on the stage, how the night’s auction would unfold. Neville, Hilary’s cuckold was in position, on his knees at her side. He too was collared, but unlike Richard, Neville, a committed and very effective transvestite, was ‘en femme.’
Isaac sat down and I sat on his lap, wriggling to get his cock nice and hard. Hilary rolled her eyes and grinned.
“I wish I could wear a cat suit like that,” she said sadly. “It shows your tits and nipples off beautifully, and I’ve yet to see a better example of a camel toe!”
I smiled and thanked her. I love Hilary to bits, but as she herself acknowledged, she really wasn’t the shape to wear a cat suit. Standing just over four foot tall, Hilary is almost as wide. Her tits would have bruised her knees were it not for her huge belly which prevented them from banging against her legs. But she had the face and skin tone and texture of an angel. She truly was a Big Beautiful Woman in every sense of the title.
Given that neither Hilary nor I was really interested in acquiring a slave, the auction was tedious. The sums of money paid to engage the services of a wannabe slave rarely got above a couple of pounds. I suppose it is the thrill of the thought of actually being sold that attracted those who took part in the auction.
I was bored, and in need of some cock. I was just about to suggest that Richard drive us home, when there was a commotion near the entrance. I turned to see what was going on, and to my surprise, I saw Lizzie the Lezzie walking in with another woman. To my experienced eye, Lizzie’s companion looked very fit. She had the body of a young woman, with pert tits and long, slender legs I couldn’t see her face, as she was wearing a domino style mask, which obscured the top half of her face..
This is not unusual in the club. Many punters want anonymity; others just enjoy the feeling of being able to indulge in their chosen fetish without being recognised.
I waved to Lizzie, and she smiled at me before turning to one of her companions and saying something in her ear. The young woman looked over at our table before hurrying off and sitting down at a table with a ‘Reserved’ notice on it.
There were some female submissives who were offering themselves for sale, and I assumed that was the reason that Lizzie and her friend had come.
However, the next auction ‘lot’ was a male, whom I judged to be in his early forties,who was put on display naked. He was paraded up and down the stage and received the usual cat calls regarding the size of his cock. It wasn’t huge when I compared it to Isaac’s beauty, but it was certainly bigger than Richard’s little boi clit. The cruder and more vociferous the abuse he received, the more his little cock twitched.
The bidding started at fifty pence, and began to climb steadily, albeit in steps of only five pence. Lots of the audience were laughing, but two women, one who looked old enough to be my mother, and another one, more my age, were in serious competition for this would-be slave.
The bidding had reached one pound fifteen pence when the older woman hesitated.
“It’s against you, Mildred,” the huge titted auctioneer called. “Do you want to offer one pound twenty?”
The room was silent. Most people were turning in their chairs to look to see what Mildred was going to do.
A voice from the other side of the room called out “Ten pounds bid!”
A gasp went up from the audience, and I turned to see that Lizzie the Lezzie was on her feet, waving a ten pound note and wearing a grin of triumph.
The auctioneer repeated the bid.
“Ten pounds I am bid. Anyone want to offer me eleven?”
There was silence, and the auctioneer gave everyone a few more seconds before declaring that lot number eight had been sold to Lizzie the Lezzie. When she banged her hammer down on the desk to confirm the sale, an excited buzz of conversation began amongst the audience.
Ten pounds! It was a ridiculous sum to pay for someone who, in all probability, would have offered his services for free. And what the hell was a committed submissive lesbian like Lizzie doing buying a man?
I would have loved to have found out, but immediately after the auctioneer ended the sale, Lizzie marched up to the stage, grabbed the lead that was attached to the collar of her recent purchase, and yanked him off the platform.
He stumbled onto his knees, and Lizzie jammed her ten pound note into his mouth.
“Follow me,” she barked, and she led her purchase not back to the table she’d been sitting at, but out of the door, and out of sight of everyone in the club. When I looked at the table, it was empty. The masked women had disappeared.
I was intrigued, but not so much that it distracted me from my main purpose: getting Isaac interested enough to fuck me. To be fair, he didn’t need much encouragement, and so barely twenty minutes later, Richard was driving us all back home for a night of sucking and fucking. For Isaac and me, that is. Richard spent the night in the spare bedroom. Before I dropped off to sleep in the early hours of the morning, well fucked and with both my cunt and my arse awash with Isaac’s cum, I reminded myself to ask Lizzie what the hell she’d been up to, when I next saw her.
Isaac had some work to do on Sunday, and I had my school lesson plans to sort out. He fucked me when we both woke up, and again in the shower before breakfast. At about eleven o’clock, we kissed goodbye and arranged to meet again the following weekend. Whilst Richard set about preparing and cooking Sunday lunch, I got down to planning my next week’s lessons in the conservatory.