Milking

My wife has started milking me .

Well, good for you. I would milk my husband’s prostate and help would really enjoy it.

She know exactly when I need to be milked and prepares a femine syringe for my preparation. She knows what I need and controls our relationship. It’s certainly not as enjoyable as sex but that’s her call.

Hi to everyone who may read this!

I am more than a little embarrassed every time I write in Zit, though completely without reason to be. So here goes. I retired early in life at 58 and my wife/ mother of our beautiful children and I went our separate ways. She knew that I liked to be dressed ( innocent but classic Laura Ashley and much more like her brand. But I had other interests that existed in fantasy. I di not read or watch porn. Nothing wrong mind you, but I had got along without and never sough. I had bought a beautiful place in the mountains and rekindled by long love of photography. However, I did decide to take a plunge into the web and discovered that I was not alone in wanting to be dressed up in classic teen and college prep girls fashion, mostly mimicking my sisters closets from the 60s-70s. Once dressed by a strict nanny and given a good enema like I used to get back when, if I was good she would get me out of the school uniform for example and dress me in something else. So I called probably 10 ladies who advertised online and discoverEd how that world worked (after a couple grand!! I am a slow learner!!), I found someone who had a legitimate web site that appeared well maintained and with no porn photo. We spoke (one of the most expensive) of what I liked my experience and she told me about her business. She was a full time Madam who with two others, operated a “playroom “ for BDSM client. I of course was as green as a turnip. It turned out to be a half hour from my hometown airport. I’ll speed up here, I apologize for going so long on things the kind reader doesn’t need to know. I went back to visit and ylast few days were open and I had booked a session with this Madam. I knew of the area and her house was typical. Pretty large and ol. The basement was like walking into a world I thought was a fantasy. It was partitioned and big. Several separate rooms with doors. One of them was a complete medical exam room for a lady as it had a table I had only seen in the delivery room as the kids were born. There were mirrors overhead moveable exam light harness es and glass cabinets etc. At least 5-6 enema bags hanging on the wall. Extremely intimidating. A toilet in the corner with a medical sink the works. So I had booked a “session“ or 6 hours and wound up staying all night with the provisio that when we were done the clock was off and everyone relax And that I was out the door at 9am. That arrangement only happened after ab three hours and one of her partners was free, the other would be soon. So thinking she had a relatively naïve new client, she outright told me that my request for clothes was (honest to Go) “sweet“ and knowing my home was here, single etc she told me that they wanted a steady clien and that I would want to stay for multiple days several times a year. Okay I said. Then she showed me a small room with another exam table and lighting but not the Dr office r. There was a simple clothes rack with white blouses and plaid kilts and jumpers, even what looked like a little lord Fauntleroy suit. Though it was Talbots velvet short and no lapels jacket with a Lolita white blouse and big round collar. She dressed me in a school girls uniform (all bought from eBay and I was to pay half per upfront agreement). Then on the table and my knee socks legs with saddle shoes were in the foot places with a leather strap over the shoes, like the arm straps, for effect. Then she announces that before I get well deserved punishment enemas, I required to be cleaned out of my male fluids. Okay. Didn’t know about this but,,, my pleat skirt is raised up to expose my penis and rumbas panties that would be pulled down before I got into “position“. And out comes this large plastic device with a wire off the end. That goes into my butt, easily the largest thing to have ever gone in there. I complained a little as she was trying to get it in and that was answered with a really hard smack on the back of my thigh. Okay I thought. Next was what she called a catheter with a sound. Okay now I am getting really nervous. After greasing it she starts putting it in and I cannot tell you that even though it was almost 5 years ago, I still get the jitters. She said that it was good I was so straight and hard especially at my age. Well I took great offense to that but swallowed and sai okay when she kept going in until she said that it should be enough. Well I definitely felt the plug in my butt start trembling and it made my penis the hardest I could remember to this day. It almost hurt. Then the long thin catheter she pulls out then in really slow. Leaves me there and comes back with this portable mirror that had a hinge-it was for a foot to head view but it got put on a stand then tilt so I could see from my penis to my hair on my head. As these things are driving me crazy she tells me to look in the mirror and pull up my shoulders so she could straighten my large Peter Pan collar !!! I was going nuts. Then she goes in and out fast and then out. Pulls my penis until it is able to start dripping the clear precum into a laboratory glass. And when it started I desperately needed to start masturbating. But she tightened what I thought was for show and there was nothing I could do. After that exhausting experience, she then puts a device over my stillhard penis and I think it Is like suction. Please remember that I never had even known about milking or any of this. I only remember that wh I came the first time it was like I had lumps in my urethra. Incredible orgasms. Maybe 3-4 in the next hour. The best I ever had and I was almost Medicare age (61). She then gave me a spring bat in the medical room I described. Then her partner shows up and wheels the rack of clothes plus the folded things from the table. No introduction but the two were supposedly deciding what outfit I should wear for my enema appointment. But I have clearly written waytoo much but it was not added to with BS. It’s so clear in my mind And maybe not to those of you who are experiencEd or found all of this boring, but she made me feel like a little kid or something and that’s not what I want but for those people into the whole diaper scene, I bet my experience would be a turn on. Great clothes I was really surprised. So sorry if you are asleep from this and pardon me for not proofreading I always do but I have to go!! (Bathroom) best to all, Jaime

My wife milks me occasionally when I’m in chastity, if I’ve been a good boy. I have a few dildos she’ll use on me while she tickles my testicles.

I've been in a chastity cage for a while and still my wife will not milk me, so much so I have started to dribble on a night time.