Midnight Surrender, Nurse Charlotte performs a couple needed Milkings order by Mistress Lynne

Submitted by Nurse Charlotte

Mansion Nurse, hired by Mistress Lynne

As I, nurse charlotte, snap on a fresh pair of nitrile gloves, the sound echoes off the tile, a familiar and comforting ritual. I step between elias's spread thighs, my eyes locking onto the open speculum still holding his hole wide. My touch is clinical, detached, yet intimately familiar with the terrain of his body. I thread the thin silicone catheter past the metal jaws, guiding the tip straight to his prostate with a precision that comes from years of practice.

"Prostate milking in progress," I murmur, my voice a low, soothing hum, as I press two fingers against the gland from inside while my thumb works the catheter deeper. elias's cock twitches, a long string of fluid stretching from the slit to the table, a testament to my skill and his vulnerability. I record the volume, my eyes flicking to the numbers, a small, satisfied smile playing on my lips. Then, I swap the basin for a clear collection cup and aim his cock into it, the sound of his pre-cum dripping into the container a steady, erotic beat.

I turn to marcus, his face pressed to the padded table, ass raised, the thick glass dildo still buried to the hilt. I withdraw it slowly, watching his rim cling and flutter, a small, fascinated sigh escaping my lips. I replace the toy with a rectal thermometer, then slide a lubricated gloved finger alongside it, massaging the anterior wall in tight circles. marcus's cock hangs heavy and rigid beneath him, a steady thread of pre-cum dripping onto the floor, a reminder of his body's helpless response to my touch.

"Subject marcus remains at full erection," I note, my voice steady, detached, yet with a hint of approval. "Temperature 99.6. No signs of impending orgasm." My eyes flick to Mistress Lynne, who watches from the foot of the table, arms folded, Her eyes gleaming with a mixture of interest and anticipation.

Mistress Lynne's voice is low, sweet, commanding. "Increase stimulation. I want measurable output." I nod, my hands moving with precision, as I remove the thermometer, replace it with a vibrating prostate massager set on low, and secure it with a strap around marcus's waist. The toy hums steadily against his gland, and I reach beneath him, encircling his cock with both gloved hands, beginning a slow, milking stroke—base to tip, base to tip—collecting every drop in a graduated cylinder. The numbers climb steadily, a testament to my skill and marcus's helpless response.

elias's breathing grows ragged as I increase pressure on his prostate, his body trembling, his eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of fear and desire. A sudden spurt fills the small collection cup; I record the volume, then dip a gloved finger into the warm fluid and paint it across his lower lip. "Taste your output, slave," I command, my voice firm, yet with a hint of intimacy. He licks obediently, tongue trembling, as I watch, my eyes locked onto his, a small, satisfied smile playing on my lips.

I return to marcus, increase the vibrator's intensity, and continue the double-handed stroke until another measured spurt splashes into the cylinder. "Subject marcus has produced 4.2 milliliters of pre-ejaculate. Still no orgasm," I note, my voice steady, detached, yet with a hint of approval. Mistress Lynne nods, Her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Excellent," She says, Her voice low, husky. "Continue until the floor is earned." I nod, my hands moving with precision, as I adjust the speculum in elias one notch wider, slide the catheter deeper, and resume the rhythmic pressure on his prostate. The medical suite fills with the wet sounds of gloved hands working flesh, the soft hum of the vibrator, and the measured drip of collected fluid into sterile containers—each drop another increment toward the ten-thousand-dollar floor, a reminder of the true cost of their submission, and the depths of their desire. No slave is permitted to cum without a cum contract, but these pre-ejaculation medical treatments will help keep the hard on down. With this, both slave elias and slave marcus are sent back to their dungeons.