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With the extensive cosmetics and make up effort, I became curious as to the sexual proclivities of Lady Constance’s visiting friend.
Jasmine removed the ice filled bucket. I stifled my own laughter in viewing the shriveled organs. Jasmine’s ten minute treatment changed the shape and color, and another cruel pinch indicated complete numbness.]
“He’s ready.”
[With that comment, Jasmine moved to the preparation table and donned long, latex gloves. She returned with a specimen dish in her left hand and placed it between Boy’s thighs. In her right was a large jar of lubricant.]
“We send the semen out for testing. The sperm count will show the effect of the hormone treatments and determine future dosage. This will take about thirty minutes, Mary. You can stay and watch or come back later and finish.”
[Mary eagerly indicated her preference to watch the ultimate humiliation of the male. Boy would give up his semen under the control of a Dominant female. He was to be milked like a cow and had no choice but to kneel and patiently allow the knowing hands of Jasmine take what she wanted. The presence of the pretty, young, female observer must have added greatly to his embarrassment, but complete silence was the rule, and strong, comfortable straps enforced his compliance.
Jasmine lubricated her right glove and a glob was worked into Boy’s anus. Jasmine stood to Boy’s left and began the slow process of working her fingers into the well-cleansed anus. With her left hand, she very gently caressed the reddened nipples. This seemed to calm Boy, and he seemed to open himself a little more with each touch of a nipple.]
“As you can see, Doctor, the nipples have become quite an erogenous area. He responds to my touch like an eager whore.”
[Jasmine slowly and methodically worked. Even the most casual of observers would acknowledge her high level of experience, as every movement and touch caused Boy’s puckered sphincter to relax and open further to her fingers.
Within some five minutes, she had three fingers inserted and began to massage the perineum with her left hand.]
“He’s numb here, of course, but the prostate will react to massage. It will be physically stimulated despite the lack of feeling. And my goodness it’s nice and full. You’re going to give us a good sample this morning, Boy. You’re quite ready for milking.
The coldness also forestalls erection, which of course is painfully impossible with his infibulation.”
[Jasmine folded her right thumb under and a full assault of Boy’s squeaky, clean rectum began. I was amazed to see him relax and then flex the muscles of his bowels to assist with the penetration. Evidently the years of experience taught him to not only accept the inevitable but also to minimize the time and discomfort of penetration. Jasmine’s hand entered and she smiled.]
“So eager. And I can feel the prostate. Yes. It’s swollen with fluid and ready to empty for us. Yes. Isn’t it Boy?”
[A drop of clear fluid beaded on the pencil sharp tip of Boy’s shriveled, infibulated penis. It was interesting that Jasmine made no effort to remove it. The realization that her manipulation was taking effect brought a wry smile and more movements of her hands.]
“With the ejaculatory muscles numbed, he cannot orgasm. But my fingers can force the glands to secrete. The flow of pre-ejaculatory fluid will increase. And when I decide it’s time, some added pressure to the prostate and ampulla will begin the flow of sperm.
“Milkings are best done slowly and thoroughly, Doctor. It’s best for Boy’s health. By the time I’m done, he’ll be thoroughly drained.”
[For the next few minutes Jasmine worked in silence, and the bead of clear fluid grew larger and eventually dripped to the specimen dish. Then it turned to a steady flow, and Mary watched in complete fascination while I took notes. Boy’s blank stare seemed to become even more distant. But when the first drop of creamy, white sperm hit the dish with a ‘plunk’, Boy closed his eyes in embarrassment while Mary giggled.]
“Yes, very good, Boy. Give it all to Jasmine.”
[I moved for a closer look and the substance did indeed have the cloudy, sticky properties of sperm. Boy’s numbed ducts had opened under Jasmine’s manipulations and absent any feeling his ejaculatory muscles failed to properly expel the seed. Instead the fluid just dripped. It seemed to be the ultimate ceding of control to the dominant female..., a male’s most fundamental and proud biological function was placed in the hands of the controlling female. And Boy’s closed eyes evidenced the extreme humility of the act. His male organs were no longer his to control.]
“You’ll notice, Mary, that when I stop moving my fingers, the flow of sperm stops. Thus by controlling the flow, I could slowly milk him for the entire day if I’d like. Of course, I’d have to apply more ice after awhile.”
[Jasmine demonstrated her conjecture. The slow flow of white turned clear when her hands remained motionless. But then after a few minutes she resumed, and the creamy substance again dripped to the dish.
The amazing demonstration continued for several minutes with Mary mesmerized by Jasmine’s knowledgeable actions. Incredibly, the shallow dish was filling, and I wondered if one facet of Jasmine’s amusement was to continue until it overflowed. But finally, Jasmine leaned over and peered at the flaccid phallus as the cream turned back to a clear, viscous liquid.]
“Good Boy.”
[Her left hand gripped Boy’s penis at the base and squeezed. She then drew it down, careful not to press the many ornaments and piercings into the skin. When she reached the tip, she pinched it between thumb and forefinger and one last glob of white plopped to the brimming dish.
Boy was indeed milked.]
“He’ll be quite docile for his visitor. He feels a glow after the release of hormones. Nowhere near the ecstatic feeling from a true orgasm, but he knows that it is Jasmine who has provided such a kindness and he’s grateful. Aren’t you Boy?”
[Jasmine’s right hand was slowly withdrawing as she spoke. Mary stirred from her riveted observation and retrieved an appliance from the preparation table. When Jasmine’s right hand finally slithered into the room light, she carefully picked up the specimen dish and exited to the kitchen. When she returned, her gloves had been removed, and she picked up Boy’s neck collar from the preparation table.
The two women worked silently as Jasmine collared Boy and Mary plugged in her appliance. Once again Jasmine inserted the s
traw of the plastic bottle into Boy’s mouth and gave it a generous squeeze.]
