Feminized former men sometimes need to be milked.

In case you don’t know, milking is when you edge a FFM’s clitty causing her to spew without a cum. It takes a deft hand and an instinctive feel for the contours of the edge.

When I milk Hannah, I like to do it on the French balcony off the master bedroom of our country home in Sands Point.

It seems awfully frustrating to me, but feminized wives and girlfriends want it. Sometimes desperately so.

It’s not something to take lightly, especially when you have a chaste wife. With Hannah, I absolutely firmly completely not-fucking-around FORBID any cums.

In our marriage, my pussy matters most. In fact, my pussy is the only pussy that matters at all.

But I love my Bunbun, so I allow her to request a milking now and then.

It’s not a cum. So she remains chaste.

In our New York townhouse, Hannah contemplates requesting a milking. She wants one terribly bad, but knows it’s a dangerous ask

But I let her ask only if she doesn’t abuse the privilege. If she asks too often, I correct her.

Correct her clitty, natch.

With my cane, of course.

And without my heart, needless to say.

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