[All characters are age 18+; contains female domination themes]
Sorry for not giving an update for so long. My gimp son and I are still here and having fun together since our last update. Sadly, the experiment to expand his chest with hormones didn't work out the way we thought. Needless to say, the milking machine has been sitting in storage collecting dust. I was so discouraged by this setback that I couldn't bring myself to give these updates anymore. And I promise, my girlfriend Christina and I tried everything on him. Estrogen supplements, hypnosis therapy --but to no avail. Our little boy-cow just wouldn't produce.
Despite this disappointment, I have moved on.
As ever, he remains locked away in his chastity cage. He was recently upgraded to a new model since the testosterone-blocking pills and other supplements have had a bit of a "shrinking" effect on him. This newer metal cage is even smaller than his last one. I had it custom-made in Germany by a gifted woman who specializes in specialty bondage gear. She and I had long conversations about my little sissy and his special requirements. We ultimately came to an understanding about what he needed. I'll describe some of the upgrades to his cage later.
When he isn't watching his mandatory three hours of sissy hypnosis videos, my little femboy has his assigned chores to perform. Today he is busy cleaning the house. Of course, I make him wear one of his frilly maid outfits. He always pouts when he puts it on, but I know he secretly loves wearing the tiny black and white uniform with all its accessories. He looks particularly adorable when he wears it with white stockings and a black choker.
But the big news is that I have changed his release schedule. Instead of once every few months, I have been letting him get milked --so to speak-- once a week. Sometimes more than once a week. Naturally, this is not for his benefit, but rather, for me and my girlfriends. His boy juice has become valuable to us --no more flushing it down the toilet or making him eat it. This all started when a girlfriend of mine founded a novel cosmetics company specializing in anti-aging creams and similar products. Her company, through trial-and-error, discovered that the semen from young, virgin femboys possessed special anti-aging properties when mixed with other additives. When she discussed this secret breakthrough with me and lamented the lack of viable sources, I immediately volunteered my sissy son.
After some negotiations, her company and I came to an agreement where I would collect my son's seed and in return, I'd get shares in the company. They even sent me the necessary collection vials and equipment. Once a sample is "collected", I package it in a special container with dry ice and ship it off to their headquarters. We have had this arrangement in place for several months now. And the company has been more than pleased with the results. Apparently, the hormone therapy and previous chastity regimen have counterintuitively made his samples particularly potent. Neither of us expected this.
This is the reason why I sometimes milk him more than once a week --his semen is just too valuable. In that vein, I have also required him to take additional supplements to boost the volume of each sample. Specifically, I make him take a combination of lecithin, pygeum, zinc, and L-arginine in the morning with his usual glass of soymilk. After a few days of taking these supplements, the volume produced during each session markedly increased. Another useful tool I've found is simply making him watch sissy porn for hours on end. These daily edging and denial sessions really help boost output when he ejaculates later in the week. Like I mentioned before, during these sessions, he has to put on his VR headset and sit and watch an endless loop of this mind-altering porn. And this loop lasts for at least three hours. Although he resisted at first, I no longer have to restrain him. He usually watches at his desk chair wearing only his chastity cage and sometimes a pair of panties. I also check on him at random intervals to make sure he's ok. Normally, he just sits there motionless with VR headset strapped to his head. After the first hour or so, a large damp patch appears on his panties from all the precum. He has developed a Pavlovian response to this process --I have even caught him watching with his mouth open and drooling all over himself.
On milking days, he gets a break from this routine since I obviously need his full attention on that day's activities. Although he gets these frequent releases, I still don't believe that boys like him should have any orgasms at all. Certainly not pleasurable ones. But this business opportunity was just too hard to pass up. However, I do my best to make sure he gets little enjoyment on these days. In fact, he is due to be milked today. It's time to get started. I looked around the house and found him cleaning in the living room.
"Now kitten, I think you've cleaned enough for today. Put down the duster and come here," I said to my sissy son as he was busy dusting the television cabinet.
"Yes mommy," he instinctively replied. He dutifully put down the duster and walked towards me, his heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
"Now that's a good boy. You look so pretty in your little maid's outfit! Is that a bow in your hair?" I asked.
"Yeah. I thought it looked cute," he answered as he reached up and delicately felt it with his fingers. I loved how he was embracing his feminine side.
"Well as you know, today we need to get you milked. It has almost been a week since your last release."
"But mommy, do I have to? It feels like we just did it. Can we wait-"
"Absolutely not. You know we can't miss a shipment. Now, I don't want to hear any more protests. Let's get you ready," I replied, cutting him off. He pouted and looked upset, but I knew it was all an act. He would obey whatever I told him.
"Okay," he relented.
With an approving smile on my face, I took him by the hand and walked him to a room just down the hallway from the living room. In what was my former home office, I had remodeled a room specifically for this new enterprise. The room was brightly lit with white LED lights recessed into the ceiling. Stainless steel cabinets lined the walls and white linoleum covered the floor. It looked like a medical exam room straight out of a hospital. However, in the middle of the room was a stainless steel milking bench --a saw horse with black vinyl pads and plenty of built-in restraints. Similar to the one I kept in my bedroom.
I watched as my sissy's eyes widened as we stepped into the room and the heavy door closed loudly behind us. He had spent many hours in this room over the past few months. Without being told what to do, he immediately began taking off his clothes. The maid outfit fell away with a few pulls of Velcro. He left on his white stocking and high heeled shoes. And of course, the bow in his head stayed on. Looking demurely at me, he shuffled into the room as I nodded towards the bondage bench.
He cautiously approached the purpose-built bench and slowly draped himself across it. He laid himself horizontally across the padded beam on his stomach with his arms and legs hanging down towards the polished floor. He had to readjust himself a few times to get in the correct position. Months of practice had taught him how to lay there comfortably. Finally in position, he remained motionless with his ass and cock cage just barely hanging over the end of the bench. A very pleasing sight.
"Now that's a good sissy. Stay still while mommy locks you in," I said as I approached the bench.
"Yes mommy."
I knelt down at each of the four legs of the bench to strap in his wrists and ankles into the built-in leather cuffs. Each cuff had a soft fur lining. Once his ankles were strapped in, his high-heeled shoes just barely touched the floor. I then used simple black leather restraints to strap in his thighs, upper arms and torso. As I did this, he rested the side of his face on the black cushion and didn't make a sound. When I was finished, he could only move his neck, fingers, and toes. He was otherwise immobile.
"Okay, kitten. Now that we got you all strapped in, we can start. But before we begin, I have a bit of a surprise for you!" I said.
"What mommy?" he asked in reply, turning his head to face me. I walked to the front of the bench and knelt down so we our faces almost met.
"Mommy has invited a guest to watch!"
"What?!" he shouted in response. From his facial expressions, he didn't look excited by this news.
"A rep from the cosmetics company wanted to stop by and see how it's done. I told her I was more than happy to give a demonstration! She should be here any minute!" I answered.
"No mommy! Please! She can't see me like this!"
"Don't worry she's a professional. Interested in learning the ropes. Now if you keep arguing with me, I will have to gag you. Do you want that?" I asked as I stroked his cheek.
"No... Please no gag. I hate wearing it," he stammered. I remembered how much he loathed wearing the dreaded inflatable dildo gag.
