Nurse M was in the mood to make a patient scream, she strapped him down onto her milking table. A cleave gag was placed on him and then covered with a muzzle gag. The bondage mittens were added so he couldn't grab her hands to stop any torment. Then slow intense polishing and edging, over and over until he was screaming red and and his cock was ultra sensitive. His muffled cries echoed through the room, a symphony of desperation and willing surrender. Nurse M, her eyes gleaming with a mix of sadistic pleasure and professional detachment, continued her methodical torment. She knew exactly where to touch, how to graze her fingers against his shivering flesh to elicit the most intense reactions. The milking bench, cold and unyielding beneath him, starkly contrasted the heat radiating from his body. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "You're doing so well. Just a little more." Her words were a cruel mockery of comfort, designed to keep him on the precipice of madness. Each stroke, each calculated touch, sent waves of sensation crashing through him, leaving him gasping and writhing against his restraints.
