Prostate Massager With Thumb Shape

Prostate massager shaped like a man’s thumb with extra stretchy penis ring to hold it firmly in place. It feels amazing as it massages and vibrates against your prostate. Guaranteed to make creamy milk. Use it while topping, getting a blow job or masturbating.

How to Use Prostate Massager

“Yes, David,” I said, leaning forward on my arms and raising my ass in the air. I was really not sure what to expect, but I knew I wanted to explore this.

He slowly started inserting the prostate massager into my ass. At first, my instinct was to clench around it, but I knew it would be easier if I didn’t, so instead I made myself bear down, as if I were going to the bathroom. Soon, he was able to slide the whole prostate massager in, and he started moving around for my prostate.

“Oh, this feels so weird. I feel like I have to pee,” I said.

After a few more seconds, the feeling was getting even stronger, so I asked if I could get a towel. David said yes and removed the prostate massager. I got up to grab a towel, put it down on the bed, and resumed my position on top of it. David re-inserted the prostate massager – which I noticed went in much easier this time – and resumed what he was doing.

As he explored, the pressure I was feeling started to get more intense. I started breathing more heavily. “I’m not sure what’s happening, David, but I’m just going to let it happen. I really hope I don’t pee on the bed.”

David didn’t reply but did continue moving the prostate massager around. At one point, he moved the prostate massager in and out of me as he tried to locate my prostate, and that felt amazing. I’m not sure it did anything for my prostate, but I really loved how submissive that made me feel, like I was his bitch. “Oh, god, yes, fuck me, David! Fuck me like a little bitch!” The words just came out of my mouth without conscious attention.

I couldn’t see David’s face, but I suspect he was smiling at that. He turned the vibration on and started sawing the prostate massager in and out of my ass. It felt so good! I loved the sensation of him sliding against my asshole almost as much as I loved how submissive it made me feel. I felt so overloaded by the sensation and overwhelmed by how much he was making me feel small and dominated. I was moaning like a little bitch.

After a little while, he stopped thrusting and pressed the thumb shape directly against my P-Spot. He later told me that he couldn’t actually tell where it was, but he started making a “come here” motion with the prostate massager (which we’d read was supposed to stimulate the prostate), and that really changed the sensation I was experiencing. Suddenly, the pressure I felt was ratcheted way up, but it no longer felt like I needed to pee – instead, it felt like I was being pushed toward an orgasm! “Oh, god, yes, David!” I gasped.

He continued making that motion, and the sensation got even more intense. I clasped my hands over my head and grabbed onto my hair – I felt like I needed some anchor to help me withstand the powerful sensations that he was making me feel. He could see that I was enjoying it, so he sped up his motion, and the feeling became even stronger, completely overwhelming my mind.

I felt like I was being held right at the cusp of orgasm but not able to actually cum. The feeling was incredibly overwhelming! I started bucking my hips back at him, fucking myself on the prostate massager as he moved it within me. I must have looked like a completely submissive little slut, on all fours with my caged cock dangling beneath me, fucking myself back on the prostate massager penetrating me.

I don’t consciously remember what I was saying at this point, but he later told me I was constantly moaning things like “Oh fuck, yes, that’s amazing!” and “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I do remember that at one point David asked me if I was okay, and I said something like, “It’s so intense!”

“Do you need me to stop?” he asked.

“God, no, please keep going!” I cried.

Soon the feeling of being near orgasm became really acute. “Oh, god, I think I’m going to cum!” I cried, trying my hardest to cum.

I looked down underneath myself to my cock, dangling beneath me in its metal cage. To my amazement, I saw a drop of cum drip out, catch on the edge of my cage, and fall down onto the towel. “Oh my god, David, you’re milking me!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, I see that. Are you enjoying that, slave?”

“Oh god, yes, David. Please keep going!”

He did, and a minute later, we watched yet another small bead of cum drip out of my caged cock and onto the towel. That image was so erotic that it only served to increase my already insane level of arousal.

At this point, I was desperate for a full orgasm. David kept making the “come here” motion with the prostate massager, and I intermittently bucked my hips to fuck myself on the prostate massager, pistoning the prostate massager in and out like an engine near its redline. But no matter what we did, we couldn’t seem to get me there.

“Oh, god, David, I so need to cum! Please make me cum, David!”

After a while of my brain being bombarded with such an intensely pleasurable sensation, I was nearing the point where I couldn’t take anymore. I remember trying to push through that overloaded feeling, because I was still so desperate to cum, but I was physically and mentally too exhausted to continue.

Finally, My cock began spurting ropes of cum inside my cock cage. It felt so intense that I collapsed forward and nearly passed out.