Monthly Milking

You may already know, but for those of you that don't .... every month, on the first Monday of every month, Mistress expects me to be milked.  On some occasions (although rarely .... insert pouty face here), that milking is accomplished via prostate stimulation.  On other occasions, Mistress K. will use a ruined orgasm as the method for draining the semen from my testicles. 

Sometimes that ruined orgasm even comes after a nice, long, slow love-making session where I am honored to have worshipped Mistress and to have witnessed her have an orgasm.  Still other times, my milking is very business like/matter of fact, with very little intention or concern for making it a pleasurable experience, but rather a "let's get this done" scenario.

This month (December 2016) went like this:

The first Monday of the month came and as is required of me, I notified Mistress the day before, and the morning of, that Milking-Day had arrived for the current month.  As often happens, the milking on that specific day did not happen because other things in life prevented it.  When this happens, Mistress has asked that I send her a daily reminder that the day for my scheduled milking for that month has passed, and remains due.  That's exactly what happened this month!

Mistress normally takes the kids to school and then heads to the office from there.  On this particular day a few days ago, Mistress wasn't ready for work and instead took the kids to school, then returned home to finish applying her makeup and fixing her beautiful red hair.  We were both kind of hurried for time when Mistress abruptly decided that this was the moment we would take care of my monthly milking.  I was already nearly fully dressed and ready for work when Mistress order my pants to be lowered.  She put some lube in her hand and summoned me to stand before her as she sat on her vanity seat.  I had assumed that Mistress merely wanted to give me a quick edging before we both went our separate ways for the days.    I shuffled over to Mistress with my now hard cock before her.  She started to stroke my cock without saying a word.

She didn't say a word, just kept stroking.  As the urge to cum approached, I let her know I was close, which of course I am always required to do.  But she get stroking.  Not only that, she placed her open hand under the head of my cock so that she could catch my semen, indicating to me that I was going to be ejaculating one way or the other.  I had forgotten all about the "didn't get to the milking yet" situation .... but Mistress hadn't.  She said that we "need to get your milking out of the way", indicating to me that this month's milking was going to be one of those business-like, get it over with quick milkings.  After all, we were both already a little late in our respective departures.  Mistress K., being the absolute expert on knowing when I am near an orgasm, knows exactly when to stop any stimulation in order to avoid or ruin my orgasm.  In this case, she opted for ruining my orgasm.

Mistress K. expertly achieved yet another ruined orgasm for me while accomplishing the monthly task of my milking.  Her expression and demeanor were very much like the woman in the pictures above.  One of disinterest and "let's get this over with" but with tons of love.  I hope that makes sense.

My ejaculation may have been slightly less robust than the young man depicted, and although the expression on Mistress K's face was almost identical to the woman depicted, Mistress K. did hold her open hand to catch my ejaculate in her hand.  This is something hardly ever, if ever does and it made me wonder why she was doing it.  I didn't suspect that she all of a sudden felt that I should consume my ejaculate, but I frankly didn't know.  Seeing and going through the range of emotions that accompanied that thought, I didn't know what to think.  I've talked about it before ... that battle between "holy fuck, it is soooo fucking hot to have to do something you'd never otherwise do, because you are required by your Mistress to do it" ..... and knowing that following an orgasm, I'd be in the "holy fuck, that seemed like a good idea before I came, now ... not so much".  But I digress ..... 

It turns out that Mistress merely wanted to avoid the time it would take to clean it up from the floor, for the sake of time. 

Following my emission, Mistress suddenly remembered that I was still due for a spanking for having recently leaving dirty dishes in the sink.  Although not as bad as receiving a spanking immediately following a full orgasm, receiving a spanking immediately following a ruined orgasm is not fun either.  So, still standing there, pants at my ankles, Mistress had me place my hands on the counter and efficiently administered my spanking before sending me off to work.