The milking. It wasn't intentional, and having done some reading, I don't think it was what most would consider milking. Something much more special nearly happened. At least, I think it did.
I think it was actually a couple of steps on the path to a full prostate orgasm. I very nearly got one too, but distractions prevented me crossing the line just as I was reaching what could very well have been the last moment before lift off.
Of course I don't know how close I got, because I've never had a prostate orgasm before, but I got to the same point four times and can't imagine how the intensity could have built further without release.
How I wish I hadn't been denied by pets, the time of day and my Goddess who was having her sleep disturbed by my shaking and panting to the point that she ordered me to stop at the crucial moment on my fourth and last run.
So what happened?
She orchestrated a masturbation session for herself that went on for an hour. I was ordered to sit/lay on the bed beside her, and with one hand on her vibrator, she set off on her own journey while she used her free hand to absolutely crush my balls as they hung outside my cage.
She really forced both of them through a very physical session using all of her grip strength to crush them as hard as she could for the entirety of her one hour wank.
It is extremely painful when she lets rip on them, but in the absence of an orgasm for 77 days now, I find the specific pain from ball busting to be the next best physical, sexual sensation I can experience. I enjoy it immensely and encourage her to hurt me this way more often than she would initiate independently.
She's never sustained a busting session for an hour before, or even delivered shorter sessions with such intensity. It was more painful than she's inflicted on me previously and far longer than any other session by a massive margin.
Needless to say, by the time I was released I was in a special place. Pain endorphins must have been at maximum. I was massively aroused. And I had this feeling that my prostate was straining at the seams. It's rarely felt so engorged before, if ever.
I felt an opportunity to maybe try inserting a butt plug with a curved bulb on the end that is supposed to hit the prostate. Sometimes when I put it in it stimulates a tiny drop of precum to exit the tip of her penis. If it happens at all, it's a single, tiny drop and only that. Repeated insertions have not enabled further drops in the same session to date. I wondered if the prostate swelling I could feel might promote a more substantial emission this time.
I asked for permission and it was granted.
Standing beside the bed with one leg on the edge, I pushed it in. It felt good, but nothing happened. Knowing that previously I've only had a drip from the insertion stroke, I took it out and put it back in a handful of times.
Then without warning after insertion, I felt a series of rapid involuntary contractions from somewhere around the prostate. That's never happened before. They subsided so I repeated the removal and replacement. I was aware of the muscle performing the contractions as something new.
Immediately, gush. I felt the fluid enter the urethra at the base of her penis, and flow to the tip and exit my cage. I'd hoped something might be produced, so I'd positioned a small plastic medicine measuring cup to collect any thing I might release. The kind of thing you get with a bottle of night nurse medicine. It can measure up to 30ml of liquid. It captured everything.
I pulled the plug out multiple times and got, I think, 4 dribbles into the cup. After that, repeated insertions generated no further product. I left the plug in and sat on the edge of the bed, twisted to face my curious, post orgasmic wife, still flushed from her own exertions.
I examined the cup. I'd filled to the 10ml line. The fluid didn't look like a typical ejaculate from me. It was less viscous and while not completely clear, far less opaque than my regular semen. translucent blue grey is the best description.
Prostatic fluid? I don't know.
That was all new. Three Cheers for this lifestyle enabling an old dog to experience new tricks at nearly 50 years old.
But more new experiences were too come...
Since puberty I've often, when aroused, been curious, even turned on, perhaps, at the prospect of swallowing my own, er, population paste. But as I've seen others share, in post orgasmic clarity, the desire and curiosity has instantly vanished and I've been repulsed at the very thought. I've never managed it.
But there I was, without the thought adjusting affect of an orgasm, still massively horny, with a cup of my output. My wife knew already of what I just described about not being able to complete my ambition so far, and so I looked at her, and with that way long time partners can communicate without talking, observed her facial twitch that gave me permission.
Here's a weird thing though. She's squeamish at the thought of me swallowing my own load. She's gobbled down mouthfuls hundreds of times during our relationship of nearly 30 years. She's a swallower and expert fellator. I've indulged myself in her willingness to provide the most amazing oral experiences of my entire sexual existence. I've had head in preference to PIV many times. The sensations she can make me feel with her mouth are far better than any vagina has ever created in me. Suffice to say, she's sucked a lot of my, now her dick, and swallowed litres of my DNA.
So she shouldn't be phased by the concept of me imbibing of my own vintage. But she was and as I raised the cup to my lips, she looked away. Oh well.
I hope that doesn't indicate an unwillingness to force me to consume my standard normal ejaculate in the future, demanding I overcome the post orgasm reluctance. Since I found my submissive desires, I've fantasised that she'll give me no choice about having to open wide and swallow my own medicine. We'll find out if she ever lets me orgasm via her penis again. That's not entirely guaranteed by the way.
So. Without the hindrance of an orgasm to make me think straight, I sipped it all from the cup with ease. I made a show of holding it in my mouth, swilling it like mouthwash to ensure every surface was coated. And then I swallowed slowly, not wanting to make it appear as if I needed to get rid of a bad taste. Not that she was looking.
That was easy. This isn't wishful thinking. It tasted of sweet caramel. Not exactly that, but reminiscent of it. There were no other detectable flavours and nothing in anyway unpleasant.
Assuming it was just prostatic fluid, rather than complete semen, I'd be interested to hear how the rest of you that have produced and tasted your own, would describe your flavour. Am I unique? I'm a type 2 diabetic, so maybe the sweetness is a consequence my tendency to have excessive blood sugar. When I'm uncontrolled and it's high, my morning urination can smell like the sugar puffs breakfast cereal. Just a theory. My diabetes is normally very well controlled, maybe unlikely to bea cause.
So let's move on to the nearly prostate orgasms.
At the time I had no idea of what the process to generate a Pgasm was. I knew it was a thing but didn't know how to make them happen.
I presumed that they might happen through anal sex for some lucky guys, but many will never have them and my understanding was nothing more than hope anal penetration will produce the goods. I've since read up, and there's a lot more to it for mere mortals that aren't in the lucky guys camp.
So please consider what happened next was in ignorance of how to achieve a PGasm. The experience was substantially better for that as some of what happened was a discovery of my own body, very much like when I triggered my first ever orgasm at 13 without having set out to try and make that happen. Then it caught me by surprise as I was thrusting against the sheets almost unconsciously in an aroused state with no outcome in mind or even thought possible, only to be amazed when I spurted all over the sheets.
So, not knowing the first thing about Pgasms, I wasn't trying to create one.
I sat on the edge of the bed, facing the adjacent wall, the curved plug still inserted and forced as deep as it could go through the pressure of the mattress below.
Remember the contractions I felt? Those were not an orgasm, but from what I've read, are something that happens on the way to one. I didn't know that of course.
What I did know is that I discovered I could voluntarily contract the same muscles at will. I've never been conscious of being in control of that up to that moment. I had another new learning about my body.
I sat there, happily producing the contractions without finding any fatigue in the muscle. I could vary the strength of them and find I could sustain a contraction for some time.
Each time I did, I could feel that plug being squeezed and it felt, not something I'd describe as nice, but some thing I liked nonetheless.
I found, after some time, muscles elsewhere beginning to tense up. I started to shudder. I found myself holding my breath. I learned to overcome the breath holding without releasing any of my tensed muscles. More muscles joined the party. I find my butt tensing and letting go caused me to rock on the plug a little. It felt good.
Everywhere all over my body seemed to be increasing in pressure. The shaking was apparent all over and getting more intense. I felt the pressure building continually. I'd not felt that before. I persisted and everything just described kept moving up levels of intensity. I was panting
I got to a point where I had a feeling something was going to release the pressure. I felt it couldn't get stronger. And then the cat jumped on me and her claws scratched my skin. Immediately, I lost the moment and everything relaxed.
Once clear of the feline I started the voluntary contractions again and everything started to build. I was back on track to, well, I didn't know where I was going, but it seemed worth exploring.
I went through 4 iterations of this and each time was disturbed just as felt the shaking, tensing and build up of pressure was about to transition into something else.
On the final and forth round my wife ordered me to stop right when I felt I'd gone further than any of the previous iterations. She wanted to sleep and told me to stop disturbing her with my weird panting and bed rocking. What the fuck are you doing anyway she exclaimed. I didn't really know and just shrugged.
From what I've read, I now think I was right on the cusp of the Illusive prostate orgasm.
I know I felt very frustrated at not being able to carry on. My wife had no idea, I'm sure, that she'd just denied me an orgasm that I wasn't aware I was about to have.
Our objective during the current phase of our relationship is to deny me orgasms for 90 days. I've described all that previously. We only ever countenanced the denial of common, all garden, penis centric orgasms. We want to avoid any refractory period, drive my arousal constantly and make me think beyond my own gratification. Chastity is a tool to help us realise that.
We didn't consider prostate orgasms. They don't have a refractory period, so no sub drop should be expected. But they probably would provide me with self gratification, so I would expect to be denied them during this period.
We discussed this and my wife has decided, as it would be a new experience, I am allowed to try and achieve one. I was surprised she went that way. She may even try to help me. If the roles were reversed, I think I'd put it on the deny list until we clear this phase.
She's too nice to me a lot of the time.
However, I've tried to recreate the experience 3 times since then, and nothing has happened at all. Can't reproduce the involuntary contractions that I've now read are part of the journey. Nothing at all has worked the same way.
I'm supposed to be frustrated during my denial and have come to kind of enjoy it.
But if it turns out I let, what might be a very rare chance to get, what is described as the ultimate orgasm a man can experience, slip through my fingers, I'm gonna be experiencing whole new levels of frustration. Imagine if I never get close again? Oh boy.
So. I didn't milk myself as I originally thought, but I did come within a maggot's penis of achieving the pinnacle of male orgasmic experience only for my Goddess to find a new way to enhance my denial and increase my frustration.
Maggot.
