Milking Ritual

Hi everyone.  Hope you are all having a good week so far.  Here in Phoenix ... we've been lucky and have been able to avoid the really hot heat, but it seems our luck has run out.  We'll be 110 or so for the better part of the next 2 1/12/ months with some occasional monsoon thundershowers thrown in for fun.  Enough about the whether.  You probably didn't come here for an update on the weather. 

In my recent post, I made mention of an upcoming milking session that is part of a few rituals Mistress K. implemented 6 weeks or so.  To summarize, this ritual is that I am to be milked (drained of the semen in my body) on the second Monday of every month.  "Milking", like so many other things in the D/s world means different things to different people.  For many, milking is the act of producing semen by stimulating the prostate and coaxing the fluid out without any stimulation to the penis.  To others, milking is merely a broad definition of a means to a goal, that goal being to drain the male of his semen, which could very well include penis stimulation most likely resulting in some sort of ruined orgasm event.  To still others, milking could be defined as having an ejaculation in whatever means available, including a full orgasm.

For the purposes of the new milking ritual Mistress K. has implanted, it is simply a means to a goal, and that goal being a draining of my semen on a regular basis.  Mistress K. has not said why she implemented this ritual other than to casually say that it is something she wants to do on a monthly basis.  She also made it very clear that there would be no routine defined manner in which my semen would be extracted each month.  The important thing seems to be that the extraction of my semen is what mattered and how she did that would depend on her mood at the time.

In our busy lives, even though there is a scheduled ritual, it doesn't relieve us of the constraints each of us has on our time together.  In other words, just because something has been scheduled doesn't mean that there will always be a lot of time at that moment to accomplish what she wants to accomplish.  As such, it will always be a "game day" decision as to how the milking will be accomplished.

This past Monday was no exception.  We both knew that the preferred time for a milking (in the evening after the kids went to bed) wasn't going to happen.  So, on Monday morning, Mistress decided that it needed to be done right then and right there.  Sort of a "let's get this over with" kind of thought.  Mistress called me into the bedroom (kids where elsewhere in the house getting ready for their own day), informed me that we were going to milk me right then.  She ordered me to strip naked and get the lube and the rubber butt plug.  I returned to her with both items and she instructed me to put some lube in her hand and then to insert the plug.  While I was inserting the plug, she began to stroke me.  The combination of inserting the plug in her presence and having her stroke brought me to the edge in record time.  I felt pressure to be able to get the plug in before the fluid started flowing from my cock.  Just as the plug plopped into place, I informed Mistress that I was about to cum.  Her demeanor went from "business like, let's get this over with", to "don't you dare" and she stopped stroking.  I was barely able to ask for permission and get it before the cum started dribbling out of my cock. 

Just like that, we had completed this month's milking ritual.  In a very businesslike manner, Mistress said "good boy", kissed me and instructed me to clean up because we were through.  Mistress seemed content this particular ritual had been satisfactorily accomplished for this month and she moved on to the busy part of her day. 

A couple of thoughts:  It was very clinical how the ritual had been accomplished.  Other than the absolute joy of presenting myself to Mistress for such an act, there was no "sex" involved.  There was no orgasm (yes, there was ruined orgasm, but those don't count), there was no tenderness and exchanges of lovey-dovey words that usually accompany our naked time together.  it was just business-like.  At first, I didn't know how to feel about that but in no time, I began to fully appreciate the mere fact that my Mistress would take the time to accomplish a ritual that she had establish.  My submissive heart soared and after I clean everything up, I went to her, placed my face in her neck, hugged her deeply and thank her for my milking. 

I can't wait until next month!