My milking sessions,

My milking sessions.

Spending the day at home, I sit in front of my dressing table to put on my makeup and adjust my wig.

It's always with the same excitement that I put on my underwear: corset, nightie, slit panties, stockings and stiletto heels.
I also enjoy placing my silicone breasts in my 105/D cups.

Like most transvestites, I admire women so much that I want to be like them.

I feel excited looking at myself in front of the mirror wearing these symbols of femininity as well as my chastity cage imposed on me by my Mistress.
She takes it out regularly to clean me and shave my clit to prevent my hairs from getting stuck inside.

She has forced me to wear it constantly for over a year while developing my part of femininity in me to better dominate myself.
She teaches me to sit like a girl on the toilet bowl and slide my panties down my thighs to avoid taking off my suspenders.
She encourages me to live at home wearing glamorous lingerie perched on my stilettos.

By feminizing me in this way, she knows full well that she is strengthening her power over me every day.
Three times a day, she removes my chastity cage and imposes masturbation sessions on me which always remain unfinished, causing me great frustration.

During these sessions, she asks me to raise my hand when I'm about to cum so she can stop in time.
I must obey him because if unfortunately my sap starts to flow, it then inflicts terrible torments on me: (Saint Andrew's cross, ballbusting, bondage...)

These repetitive sessions put me in a state of extreme excitement because by exacerbating my libido, it keeps me in a state of permanent pre-enjoyment.

So I am ready to satisfy all of her whims in the hope that she will make me cum.
Unfortunately, I have to wait until the end of each month to get my reward.

Once a week, Natacha lays me down on her gynecological examination table, placing my feet in the stirrups and removing my open panties.

Not wanting me to have an involuntary ejaculation during the night, she insists on emptying my purses every Sunday to avoid this problem.