"Seriously, it's not big deal. I understand completely if this seems...I mean, of course it does seem..."

I hardly ever was loss of words. But when best friend of my daughter was the one that was supposed to milk me, standing in front of my door, you have to cut me some slack. Luckily you did.

"Mr. Lockwood. It's alright - I knew by the address already." You stated the obvious with faint smile. "You are not the only man selling your product. I'm not judging you."

I nodded with somewhat forced, returned smile and guided you in to the living room. The dual effect of breakthroughs in gene sciences and looming, if not ongoing male fertility crisis had made genuine sperm lucrative to sell. Of course, I wouldn't be doing this if my wife or daughter be home - ironically enough, them traveling with my money was part of reason I needed quick funds. Business was not going well enough, and I didn't have heart to spoil their annual mother daughter trip to Paris.

"Is here okay?" You snapped me out of embarrassed day dreaming, and I agreed to stay on coach. Although I quickly jumped up, closed the curtains and came back next to you. You already laid out some equipment on the glass table, while I battled internally how to ever look you into eyes when you come over as guest, not 'Milker'.

Two weeks in chastity. That was the price for so called prime product I could sell today. The company sent me the registered, relatively comfortable cage fortnight ago, and today I'd be released from the hellish device already. Perhaps you sensed that anxiousness from me, as you took a small key out of your equipment packet.

"This won't take long. Don't worry...", it won't?, "...remember to keep your hands in safe and respective distance..."

"Tessa, I have wife, I wouldn't..."

"I know, Mr. Lockwood. This is just standard procedure." You assured me. "If you'd remove your pants, we can begin."

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Hello hello,

The crux of the play here is juxtaposition of professional, casual, maybe even seemingly indifferent 'extraction' of pent up yours truly and the obvious sexual, awkward nature of it between young woman (over 18, of course) and dad of her friend. Other roles are okay as well, it's the theme here that matters most.

I am all for softer and harder themes, when it comes to proceeding with this setting. Would you take more sadistic, near blackmailish or simply low-key mocking approach, or encourage wholesome interaction and perhaps helping me learn something about myself, be it light interest in submission or prostrate play? Up to the kinks we share, I reckon.

I'd be happy to discuss more. Or you can jump right into the scene and continue. All my prompts are open always. I am looking for detailed, relative literate (not one liners) writer who enjoys mental side of faux-D/s play. Reddit chats are okay for quick chatting, but I prefer PMs for the actual play. Thank you for reading.