July 31, 1999
That story about the two lesbians milking a man for his sperm so they could have
a baby is wild. I did something similar to my own husband two and a half years
ago. We had been married for 11 years and had two children, a girl of 9 and a
boy of 5. I wanted another child but my husband refused me! He said he didn't
think we could afford it over the long run. This got me mad as hell and started
my thoughts on how to get my way, regardless of what he said. I checked my
cycles and when I felt it was yhe optimum time I got him in bed and he placed
his condom on his dick as was his habit. I thought to myself that I was going to
get that condom with his sperm that night. I suggested a bondage scene followed
by hot sex and readily agreed to let me tie him at all four posts with
pantyhose. I tied him down nice and tight and knew he was not going anywhere. I
came back into the room holding my 7" dildo. He was shocked and surprised
because he had never seen it before and was always hinting at some sort of
strap-on sex, me doing him. I kept brushing that off, saying I would not feel
right about it. Tonight was going to be different I told him and his cock shot
up almost instantly. I very seductively strapped it on in front of him and lubed
it up, gyrating my hips the whole time. He was ready to bust! I then slipped it
into his ass and he went wild with desire. I fucked him good and hard pushing it
in as far as it would go and he was loving it. He seemed to be a bit like a
horny woman who hadn't been screwed in years. I kept up the humping and wanted a
big load of cum from him. He didn't disappoint and exploded into what he said
was the best orgasm in his life, all this and I never touched his cock. He
wanted to be untied and ravish me next, but I had other plans and now I could
implement them. I went down to his softening cock and carefully slipped the
condom off, carefully not to spill any. He looked on puzzled and again asked to
be loose. I just smiled as I held the full condom and went over to a chair. I
carefully laid it in a saucer and unstrapped the dildo. He still had no idea
what was coming. I then cleaned the dildo off with rubbing alcohol as I ignored
his repeated screams. When it was clean I went to the condom and using his sperm
coated the end of the dildo and began to fuck my pussy wildly. He saw this and
was in agony as he continued to try to break free. I repeated fucking myself
until I had no more sperm to work with, and walked over to him. I said he would
remain in bondage while I slept in the guest room, giving his sperm their best
shot at making me happy. He was crying by now, but too bad. I considered that
sperm to be MINE or at least partially mine and he would suffer for denying me
what I wanted in life, a third child. I released him the next day and he
remained mad at me for weeks.Things worked out like i hoped when my period was
late in coming and a quick EPT was positive. I still did not tell him until I
began to show and now he knew. I think he still harbors some resentment at my
trickery, but we made up later on and he has accepted our new daughter with open
arms. I am now content and told him if he wanted a vascetomy that was fine with
me and he took me up on the offer. I will always remember our third child and
how she came to be conceived!
1996
The old wood frame farmhouse, with its faded white paint, had not
looked inviting, but this certainly did. "This" was young, and
female, and judging by her perky tits, "this" did not wear a bra
beneath her Bennington College t-shirt.
"My pardon, Ma'am. My car broke down, and I was wondering if I could
use your phone."
She was sharp, too. Her smile got just a tiny bit brighter when she
caught the direction of my eyes, quick as I thought I had been to
conceal it.
"Mom! There's some guy at the door who wants a phone!"
The mother was unsmiling and severe, and I was sure I had seen her
before, unlikely as that seemed. Then it hit me--she was the wife in
Grant Wood's "American Gothic." But if she was the wife, where was the
husband?
"I'm sorry, young man. We don't believe in telephones. You may stay in
the barn tonight if you like, and I'll run you into town tomorrow
after I milk the cows; I need to deliver some eggs and it won't be a
bother. There is one condition, however, and on that condition I
absolutely insist."
Her brisk, no-nonsense tone was reassuring despite its coldness; he
felt that what she promised, she would do. That she looked at him as
if she despised him would not matter; she had promised him town, so to
town he would go, despised or not despised.
"What condition is that, Ma'am?"
She lowered her voice. "On no account are you to masturbate while you
are on my farm. You are not to touch yourself, and you are not to
touch my daughter. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Because if it is *not* understood, or if you ignore it, I'm afraid
there is no possibility that I will give you the help I promised."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Well, that had been a few hours ago. And when I had said I wouldn't
beat off, I'd meant it. But now, in the dark of this old barn, I was
feeling horny, and I was thinking of her perky young daughter. What
she did not know would not upset her--and it was none of her business
anyway. Whatever strange religious cult she belonged to, that was her
business; but my dick was my business, and just now it was a hard
business.
"Brenda," I sighed. Not to touch her? I'd do more than just touch her
if I got the chance. And she wanted it too, I know she did. I imagined
her cunt lowering itself onto my face, my tongue sliding up into her
as she rode me and screamed with pleasure.
"Brenda!" I moaned. I was gasping, and thrashing, and about to come
all over Mrs. Gothic's hay. And what did it matter? But I guess it
did--because next thing I knew, there was a glare of light in my eyes,
and the tines of a pitchfork a few inches away from them.
"So you didn't listen, did you? A male. An animal. Unable to
contain. Well, I can help you there, Sonny. Secure him, Brenda!"
Brenda was somehow behind me, and before I could grasp what was
happening she had locked my arms behind my back while her perky
breasts poked into me. I was astonished at her strength, and stunned
to discover that I had been handcuffed, and was being expertly
frog-marched across the barn floor to the strange machine in the
corner, whose function I had spent so many fruitless hours attempting
to decipher.
"This is Bossy, Sonny. A modified milking machine. Strap him in,
Brenda!"
I was bound into place, and the most shiveringly delightful sensations
flooded me, as the damned thing began to masturbate me far more
expertly than my hand ever had. Brenda was giggling and lifting her
skirt, shoving her damp twat up to me just a few inches from my
face--just out of reach. "On no account are you to touch my daughter"
Brenda quoted in a honeyed voice, smiling down at me and shuddering in
obvious rapture. Meanwhile her mother seemed to be ignoring her
completely, and was muttering to herself.
I screamed and came, and my cum was sucked away and landed on the
bottom of a jar which looked able to hold ten gallons at least.
"Yes, Brenda was the one who invented it...my brilliant Brenda, just
back from Bennington. Told me about prostaglandins, and the market for
them. We hooked her old dad up to it--useless old coot, I will never
understand why I married him. Well, he's fertilizing the north forty
now. Couldn't take it. You, I figure you are going to last a lot
longer, Sonny. Maybe long enough to pay these bills, keep the bank
from taking this place...maybe long enough..."
Her mad eyes gleamed, as her muttering died away. Brenda smiled down
at me with a sweet sadistic smile, whose apparent friendliness was far
more chilling than a sneer. "Enjoy yourself!" she said. I moaned, and
came again...
I'm alone now. I've screamed, and begged, and cursed, but Bossy goes
on milking me on a regular schedule. Brenda comes in at times, to feed
me and clean me and to pat me on the head, and call me her dear little
pet. Then she holds her twat inches from my face, and shudders and
gasps and cums--all without touching herself, always just out of
reach. I've promised to serve her forever if only she will release me,
but she smiles her wonderful, warm, terrifying smile and tells me she
prefers me just as I am.
This is a true account.
I am a sissy slave to my wife-dom and we have a lot of fun at it. One of our favorite games is face sitting, where I can have her climax time after time until she goes limp.
One time I made the comment to her, that women are so lucky as they can have orgasm one after another. As she is de-maculating me (or controversially called my feminization) she said she would get me there to be like a almost woman. I said I wished, and would bet anything. As a joke, she said, what would you bet? I made a couple of offers and she just said "not good enough". She finally suggested, if you have an "orgasm" 20 times in 12 hours, you will get a permanent hair removal below the "panties, and I mean full size panties". As I shave a couple times a week, thought it would be neat in not having to do it anymore and also it would be impossible, I made the bet.
About three weeks later on a Saturday she had me fully dressed as a slut in a mini-skirt, pantyhose, blouse and bra with foam breasts, wig, nail polish, and full make up cleaning the house. I thought it was unusual, as normally it was just woman's jeans and a blouse for working around the house. About 1pm, she said come up out to the dungeon to play some. (we have a back house, where we converted one of the rooms into a full dungeon).
She strapped me down in an old gynecological chair we bought, put a blind fold on me, and then cut a hole in my panties, so "her" penis and balls could be seen. She turned the radio on, and said she will be back later. About some 30 minutes or more I heard her come in, and sounded like she was with somebody. She was with a co-worker whom I knew as she also was a Domitrix to her husband who was a sissy slave also.
She asked her, what time, and she responded 2:05 as I well remembered. My wife then told me, "you remember that bet we made a couple of weeks ago?" and I said of course. "Well I am going to win today." I of course now excited said "yea, it will be fun trying!" Well I felt some hands messaging my "clitty" and her friend said, you don't need to get it hard, just put some jell on it.. I then heard a motor turn on, and the pushed my semi-hard clitty into something. Her friend started explaining some things to her, turn this, do that and so on. In a few seconds I felt my clitty being sucked into something and slowly being messaged. She said use slow and it takes a while, or turn in on high, and the job is done in less than a minute. They practiced for a while with different strokes, making adjustments, and the thing just kept messaging me like a mechanical cow milker.
My wife then said, "you are going to get milked every 10 minutes for an hour, then you will go back to work for 2 hours, and then we will start over again for another hour. We are going to have at least 20 or more milkings this afternoon and tonight. Her friend then brought me to near climax in a few seconds and then slowed it down. After a couple of these cycles she turned it up to full speed, and a shoot within seconds. Boy did it feel wonderful. She turned it off, and in a few minutes I went limp again. I told them that no way would they win, as it felt like they even sucked my balls out from the inside out. Her friend said, " don't worry your lady will win. I had done it more than a 100 times to my husband during a weekend".
After a few minutes of rest, she said, "lub him up again", turned the machine on, and into something I went again. She showed my wife how to put her fingers along my groin to feel contractions, and then cranked it up to full speed over a minute. In less than a couple of minutes I was hard due to the suction, if that much, and I squirted again. My wife said, yea, I can feel the muscles contracting. They turned it off again, and I heard her friend say, look, there is not really any cum in there, he dried climaxed. I just said "Hell, it feels good but what are you doing. Do you have a Venus? and there was just a "yep". They then took of my blind fold, and she made one more check mark on a sheet of paper in front of me.
Well, we had read about the Venus, as my wife wanted me to keep my "male hormones" low when she travels and she knows that the best way is a good milking, and the only way we both knew was a mechanical milker. When she had told her friend several months before about the machine, her friend said her husband had one. When my wife made the bet with me, she already knew I had lost. Well they milked me several more times, then had me go do my work. Then in less than an hour called me back for another hour session. Well it was fantastic to be milked so much. The machine stimulates the nerves so much, it just over rides you. After about half way through the milkings, it started to hurt (muscles in the groin) but she just kept on. Finally around 10pm I had passed 22 milkings, even though they were dry.
All this was last Oct 99. Since then I had about a dozen embarrassing and somewhat painful permanent hair removal sessions. I was lucky I did not make the bet for my whole body, but I know that is what we both will want sometime soon.
The mechanical milking is a real thing, works, and now I understand why they use it when they have to have ejaculation medically. We want to buy one, as my wife likes to keep my hormones low, even with taking herbal hormones for women, she likes to play with her tool. This also proves to a man, he might not be up to being ejaculated, but if his Domitrix has a mechanical milker, it does not really matter what you think. She does what she wants.
We will buy one, a little expensive, but it is worth it. What I have read about stock animal ejaculators, the "human type" is much better, and would be worth it. It is controllable. Unless you have one or have tried it, and need to do it several times in series and in a short period, you will believe it also.
Lost a bet but it was fun and worth it at the end