Milking the subissive male

So, as I mentioned in the previous post, Sunday we had some fun. The culmination of which was MrsKeeper successfully milking me for the first time!

For those of you unfamiliar with the term or practice, Wikipedia has a wonderful beginner article on the how’s, why’s and wherefore’s. I’m not going to go into the details of how to do this, there are plenty of wonderful resources out there which describe how to do this – how do you think we figured it out?

So Sunday, ah Sunday…

MrsKeeper and I were having a nice languid Sunday. We both got up late, lazed around the house, and just relaxed.

I went to church and did some stuff, and MrsKeeper stayed at home working on the garden getting things cleaned up and planted for the spring.

Once I came back in the afternoon, we ended up taking a shower together. We had been in a bit of headspace for the weekend, but nothing hard or heavy. So in the shower, after providing some shower service to MrsKeeper, she had this funny look on her face – kind of screwed up deep in thought. All of a sudden I was told to lay down in the tub, and MrsKeeper got up with each foot on the sides of the tub standing over me. She told me to scoot forward and close my eyes.

I knew at this point what  was coming, so I relaxed and let my imagination view this from the sidelines. In my mind’s eye I could see us as if I were standing next to the tub, and at the same time I could picture her glorious pussy just inches from my forehead. Then she began to pee.

Immediately I began to get hard, as I felt her warm fluid hit my scalp and run down my face and cheeks. I know I was moaning and my dick just kept getting harder. This is unusual for me, I do not normally get an erection from a mental picture alone, 9 times out of 10, I need some kind of physical stimulation to at least get me started – but not this time.

The suddenness of it, the surpise of it, the fact that this came out of her mind without any prompt or previous hint from me – plus the sheer eroticism of her pissing on me – using me, degrading me for her amusement and eroticism – all of it spelled hard on and head space for me.

And this was only the beginning!

We finished off the shower and settled in for the afternoon, reading, watching TV and snacking. I was serving her food, and running all over the house taking care of things for her and sitting and rubbing her feet – one of my favorite activities.

The afternoon turned into evening and MrsKeeper disappeared into the bedroom for a short while – I kept looking at the incipid shows we call entertainment these days. She came out and apparently (I didn’t figure this out till later) dropped our play bag on the floor within easy reach.

Soon after, MrsKeeper called me over to her and had me kneel on the floor on my hands and knees. Off she went to the otherside of the room, music started playing and she started rustling around in the toybag.

She opened with putting a butt plug in – and making sure I was completely stretched, and then proceeded to tan my ass. Canes, flogs, and crops oh my!

Once she had gotten me nice and warmed up, she began to alternate between very painful paddlings and getting me to the edge of orgasm. Hot and cold, on and off – to the point that the pain was so much I couldn’t get an erection, but she could stroke me to the point of orgasm without one! At some point she laid down on the floor in front of me and grabbed my head and jammed my face into her pussy. She would hump my face while cutting off my air. The first time I only lasted 5 seconds, since I wasn’t expecting the breath play – but after that I found my center and used some freediving techniques for holding my breath and got up to 20 to 30 seconds. I don’t think MrsKeeper ever got close to cumming that way, but I do remember she was dripping wet and I seem to remember her grunting in a very feral way  – tre hawt!

Shortly after the paddle swats started making me involuntarily sob after each one connected – MrsKeeper put on some gloves, removed the plug (after some in and out action) and began stretching me anew.

At this point I was bent over with my head on the ground and my ass in the air – I could not care – I was sweating and flying and quivering and in absolute heaven!

She would add another finger and then rotate her hand and send me into near apoplectic fits each time.

She finally settled into rubbing and stroking around my prostate. We have in the past tried to do milking without any success – though one time many months ago I tried it using an aneros and was minorly successful – so I knew it could be done on me. Well once I was able to communicate a little more coherently and direct her to that spot – the only way I can describe it is I get this weird sensation akin to needing to pee – or that feeling just before you do pee – and once she found it to direct her harder or softer.

All of a sudden I felt this release – like I was peeing after holding it in – but I wasn’t bearing down – and I felt this funny feeling of the globs of sperm oozing down my urethra. I was not hard, there were no contractions – and aside from the intense sensation of having four of your Domme’s fingers in your ass – nothing even resembling and orgasm was happening – but there I was dumping a load of cum in the piddle pad laying below my dick.

I was shaking and shivering and half out of it by the time MrsKeeper had extricated her fingers from me and it took a good 10 minutes for me to be somewhat coherent again. Once I had my wits about me, I became aware of something else – I was still horny! I was very horny! I had just had over a tablespoon of cum “milked” from me – but I was still ready to go and capable of having an erection – something MrsKeeper kept confirming over and over for the remainder of the evening.

We were very proud of ourselves – we had tried on several occasions to do milking and we finally figured it out.

I’m not sure how this will be used in our future play – or even if it will be used at all.  I have read accounts where it is used every two weeks on a chastened sub to prevent prostatis (inflammed prostate), since apparently several studies have shown that regular orgasms or regular prostate massage ensures overall prostate health.

For me, I can see how it would certainly be a mind trip. To not be allowed to have an orgasm, but to have the semen milked forcibly from you – keeping you in that horny state but drained at the same time. To be edged over and over and then milked and fed your own semen – while still horny and very compliant. To be turned into a semen production factory – with none of the pleasureable benefits.<Shiver>

All of these scenarios play through my mind – the fantasies abound – and then I come back to my reality. My reality where my Mistress now knows how to do this and knows what kind of effect it does have on me. My reality where I won’t know what will happen next in our relationship – but I do know – my fantasies have come no where close to what my reality has been these last 2 months.

Another blogger made mention recently that he noticed that the more control his wife/Domme gains through experience and the natural evolution of their BDSM relationshhip, the more he notices that it is less and less about him – and more and more about her. About what she wants, and what her fantasies are, about what she wants to do to him and things she wants to try out on him and what she found on the net.

My reality is starting to resemble this – this is becoming more about her and less about me – for the first time in my life I am actually beginning to feel what it is like to be someone’s whim – and not someone who’s fantasies are being fufilled.

And I suprise myself – I want to be her whim – completely.

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