Living like this for the past two years has led Madam to conclude that her best method for milking me involves a long, slender dildo with deep ridges. It definitely “gets in all the right spots” and lets her draw out my seminal fluid whenever she wants.
Because of this, I know quite well what milking feels like and how it affects me. We also have an nJoy pFlug that I wear every day; if I sit correctly at my desk, I often need a sanitary pad to catch the pre-cum-like drops leaking from me.
Recently though, Madam decided I should focus on making her access to my backside easier. Accepting her strap-on has always been a bit of a challenge for me (not that I mind), and she wants me to train myself so I can take her tool anytime without much prep work.
With this goal in mind, she picked out a large suction-cup dildo (large for me; it measures 9”x2” with a big mushroom head). I attach it to the wall and penetrate myself daily, spending at least 10 minutes on self-ass-fucking each time. I’ve reached a stage where just a few minutes of preparation are enough to get it in smoothly.
Once inside, I rock against the toy for those ten minutes before cleaning up and putting everything away. These sessions have become something I truly look forward to with my plastic companion. Madam has made it clear that I must finish a set amount of household chores before earning this enjoyable break.
As I’ve gotten better at tolerating the penetration without pain, I noticed this week that after my ten-minute session, there is quite a bit of cum on the towel beneath me. It’s not pre-cum and it isn’t just seminal fluid; it’s actual cum. Paying closer attention today, I realized that when I perform the exercise as required—taking full-length strokes while squeezing to keep the cock inside my ass—I shake at the end of each stroke and spurts occur.
It feels nothing like a typical orgasm: there is no drop in desire (if anything, it makes me extremely horny), no post-orgasmic letdown, nor even that usual hesitation I feel about eating what comes out, which Madam insists on.
Frankly, the whole experience confuses me somewhat, and I’m not entirely sure what’s happening inside my body. Whatever it is, it feels positive to me, but I thought I’d share this here for discussion and ask if anyone else has had similar experiences.