I have started to keep my 20 year-old son in a chastity cage. I am a staunch feminist and do not believe males should be freely able to orgasm. Ever. I live alone with my son and milk him once a month or so -purely for health reasons. The following is how one such event took place.
Me: I almost forgot. Today is your milking day, isn't it?
Him: Yes mommy. It's been over a month. I was worried you forgot about-
Me: Of course not. Now why don't you go get ready? (It had slipped my mind. Oops!)
My son always gets excited for these rare events. But who wouldn't? He is well trained and knows what to do. He normally wears a thong or bikini bottom over his cage while he is at home -I like to keep his caged cock out of sight and out of mind. But, I watch as he quickly removes his silver lamé thong and goes upstairs. I wait awhile before following him. As I make my way into my bedroom, a wonderful sight awaits me. My gimp son has strapped himself to the milking bench with each of his arms and legs tied down to the legs of the bench. He rests on his stomach with his chastity cage dangling over the edge with his ass exposed at about waist level. He also is wearing a black, latex mask with built-in blindfolds. I approach the bench and fasten his reminding free hand to the built-in restraints at the base of one of the bench legs. Confident that he is fully tied down, I stand back up and stare down at his bobbing, masked head.
Me: Are you ready to be milked dear?
Him: Yes mommy!
Me: And how long has it been this time?
Him: 2 months...I think...
Me: You think? I bet you know down to the minute.
Him: It's been 2 months and 6 days.
Truth is...I have been growing weary of these releases. He might suspect something too, since they have been becoming less and less frequent. I think he can go much longer. And I think he's being spoiled -he gets way too much pleasure from these milkings.
Normally, once he is tied down, I strap a vibrator to his cage -near the base of his chastity device- and he quickly ejaculates, or rather leaks, through the cage. He gets some pleasure but the metal cage never comes off. It only comes off for supervised cleanings and shavings.
Today, these milkings change.
Me: I have a surprise for you today.
Him: What is it mommy?
Me: I think you are being spoiled with these milkings. I have something to add to the mix. I think you will like it.
Him: Anything for you mommy! (He seems ready to please but I sense some fear in his voice.)
Me: Great! Wait one sec, you are about to feel something.
With that, I begin to strap an icepack to his cage, pressing it firmly against his balls. I use Velcro straps to secure it in place.
Him: Mommy that's cold!
Me: I know. It should stay nice and cold for a while.
