by Faye Parker
He gave me a nod then left.
I was so interested in the crowd I didn’t notice the props they gave me to help with milking. I slowly walked up to the raised platform that the announcer was talking about. There was a stool, a plush love seat, and a table. They gave me some whips, paddles, nipple clamps, vibrators, and other toys for me to perform with. I felt a little sick when I saw all of it. It was overwhelming.
I didn’t have much time to revel in the worrisome objects at my feet, because the announcer belted out, “Bidding begins in...three...two…”
Awe struck, I simply stared at the crowd during the countdown.
When he yelled one, I didn’t react. The next second, it was impossible for me to remain awe struck, because the machine started. Vibrations hit me first, a rumbling from the tubes that rocked my whole body and made my thighs quiver. I let out a yelp and bent at the knees, but still remained standing. The crowd chuckled, but I couldn’t see their reactions because my head dipped from the pulling on my swollen breasts.
The vibration became the least powerful sensation. The suctioning started with the pulling of the tubes. My breasts were sucked against the suction cup, my tender nipples pulled to the tip. I let out a louder gasp and then stumbled over to the table. Holding, I tried to fight the suction so that I could come up with a game plan, or if I couldn’t think, simply do something that would entertain the bidders.
I couldn’t hear anyone bidding. I couldn’t even keep my head up. I kept looking down at the rumbling tubes and my squeezed breasts. They began to pump, and I closed my eyes, whimpering. Grinding my thighs together, my wet pussy wanted more playing. I bit my lip and held on.
It wouldn’t be long until my breasts unleashed their frothy milk. The pressure built in my chest, feeling like I dropped bricks on top of it. My breathing got shallow and fast. The machine kept sucking. My nipples twisted slowly back and forth against the tip of the suction cups. I moved over to the stool, but I simply fell onto it, my fingers clawing onto the leather.
“One silver,” I heard.
I peered up to see who it was.
Master Riggs.
I couldn’t believe it. At first, I thought it was a joke. The rest of the crowd thought so as well, but he wasn’t smiling. Their reaction turned to curiosity.
Why? Why would he bet for me? I was a mess.
The tension dispersed, and I relaxed, letting myself smile. I loosened my harpy grip on the leather stool. I managed to stand. I even managed to hold my breasts up, showing them to the crowd, but what I was really doing was trying to lift them to stop the intense pressure.
I was about to blow. The relaxation I felt from Master Riggs made me slip. With the dam gone, there would be a major flood. My knees went weak again. I had to sit on top of the stool.
My thighs pulled farther apart. I squirmed on the seat, trying not to shudder and reveal more of the inside of my thighs, but like every other time I tried to resist my lactation, it wasn’t going to happen. I held onto the front of the stool while leaning back, arching but trying not to topple. One final heaviness spread through my chest, then came the surge.
I spewed milk into the tubes. The noise of the sucking changed, instead the tubes chugged as my milk filled them, traveling to the container. My thighs rocked open, exposing that thin strap of leather that held my pussy in place. It brushed to the side, revealing my hot, horny pussy. I was in the heat of lactation, twisting and crying out as white roared down to the jug.
I couldn’t hear. There was a lot of commotion. That was all I could understand. I rocked against the chair, losing strength in my back, so I needed to use my legs to support myself. I wound my legs around the chair and ground against it. My breasts kept pumping. All of that pent up arousal and milk flowed at once.
“Two silver, three silver, four…” I heard the shouts over my whimpering.
Somehow I managed to look up. I had the crowd’s full attention now. Nobody was laughing. They were out of their seats, some arguing with one another, everyone’s eyes darting to wherever the announcer went to announce the next bet.
Something came over me then. I loved the attention. Now that I had it, I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to see how far I could go, besides a little relaxation could help my milk flow even more. I turned to see the jug filling up. It wasn’t enough.
I pulled the strap pressed against my pussy away. Spreading my legs wider, I let the bidders see all of me. I stroked myself, gently and slowly, letting their excitement, and mine, build. I kept away from my sensitive little nub. If I touched that, it would set me off. I wanted to tease them. I wanted to let them know what they were missing. They shouldn’t have doubted me.
My mind consumed with lust, I kept stroking my swollen pussy. Milk kept spurting. The machine kept tugging at my tender tits. All of the sensations made my pussy juices flow. I started to drip onto the stool. I rocked, my fingers getting deeper inside me. I desperately wanted someone inside me.
I gave Master Riggs a look that said, “come and fuck me.” Of course, he couldn’t right now. But after? Maybe after he could.
I heated up. My cheeks burned, and I felt out of my mind, but I continued, needing to keep my milk flowing. It started to dribble out. The bids started to slow down, but I was just getting started.
Putting one finger inside my tight pussy, I slowly pushed inside, rubbing against my walls. I fucked myself with my one finger. I was so wet and ready that I needed another. Two fingers in, I squealed and almost fell off the stool, but managed to stay on, adjusting myself so that my legs were wide in the air, giving them a view of my whole pussy and my little asshole.
All of the attention, the crowd wanting me, and the constant stimulation, was too much to bear. I was going to come in record time.
I hoped I would release more milk. It stopped flowing for a moment while I switched over to my clit. Swaying back and forth, my eyes rolled back with my hair. The stool rocked, but stayed standing. I screamed, my voice echoing through the bleachers.
The orgasm struck, and I flopped around on the stool, needing to curl up on it and rest my legs against the ground to stay put. I trembled, minor tremors going through me when I put my fingers back on my clit. The high washed over me, and briefly, in between the all encompassing bliss, I thought about what I had done. And it turned me on even more, making my fingers slip and my legs kick.
Another spurt of milk flowed after my orgasm. The crowd cheered. Out of breath after exhausting myself, I managed to sit back onto the stool. The machine kept pumping, but slowed. I couldn’t manage to look at the container, but I heard someone yell, “it’s overflowing,” although I wasn’t positive because my ears rang from coming.
I closed my eyes and let myself relax.
If that wasn’t good enough, that was too bad. I gave it my all. I opened myself far more than I thought I would. After coming, a brief twinge of regret hit me, but I managed to shake it off. This was the most exciting and hot thing I’d done in my life. I wasn’t going to let some prudishness interrupt my moment of glory.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the crowd dispersing, all except for one person, Master Riggs, walking down the steps towards me. I looked at him confused. I managed to slip the leather strap back in place, not wanting to be embarrassed once he got up close. Being in the crowd, it seemed less personal, but having him coming towards me, I got self conscious.
What did I do wrong?
Not one of the bidders headed my way to claim me. I wouldn’t do it twice.
“What did I do wrong?” I asked him.
He looked as confused as me. But then I really understood his look. It was awe. Over what? Over me?
“Nothing, what do you mean? You did everything right.”
“Why are you here?”
He held his hand out and helped me off the stool.
“Because you’re mine. I won the bid.”
His other hand grabbed the end of my leash. Even more confused, I followed.
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Enjoying it?” My new Master asked.
“Oh, yes, geez, sorry. I was enjoying it too much to say anything.”
He nodded. “That’s good.”
I devoured the rest of the salmon. It was plated like a work of art with its sauces and some greens underneath. I went onto the greens next. After that long day, I was starving.
He pulled a little at my leash, bringing me closer. I liked it for some reason. It was like he wouldn’t let go of holding my hand, except, of course, in the bondage sense, with a collar and leash.
“You know, you can swear. I don’t mind if you swear.”
“Yeah, I know. You’ll hear me swear. I say geez and gosh still.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I like gosh.” I bobbed happily as I ate. We were at a long marble table with a giant chandelier over it. I thought once I sat down that the other girls and their new Masters would arrive, but it was a private meal. My Master even made it himself.
“I don’t see how you had time to make this.”
“I make time. Cooking is important to me. It actually relieves some of the stress. It’s time to get away, and then if I can give it to someone else, and see them enjoying it, even better.”
“That’s nice of you. I’m enjoying it a lot.”
Once I finished, I realized I was still hooked into my straps. I hoped they wouldn’t start to chafe, but so far, they were smooth and cool against my skin. It still felt strange to be dressed in front of Master Riggs like that, but I would probably get used to it.
I also realized that I didn’t know what to expect next.
I could feel some tiredness coming on from the meal, but most of it was protein, and I was still wired from my performance.
“When we were leaving, I heard someone say that you never bid on the cows. Why did you bid on me?”
He simmered over the question.
“You can tell me honestly. I would prefer that.”
Was it because he wanted to sell my milk? Master Riggs was a smart businessman. Maybe with my production levels, it would make sense for him to snatch me up himself and bottle it.
Instead of answering right away, he rose and grabbed a bottle of the serum from the nearby serving table.
“Here, have this,” he said. I swallowed it and waited for his answer.
“You’re also the first girl I’ve recruited. When I met you, I could tell you were honest, sweet, and innocent, but that wasn’t everything. You were innocent, but there was a sexual demon in you as well. Sweet, but also capable of feistiness when necessary. You were the perfect package. That was my first impression. I decided to make a move.”
“But why purchase me? Wait, how much?”
I forgot to ask him how much I sold for.
“Three gold. I thought you would’ve known.”
“T-t-three gold?” I stuttered.
If the rumors were correct that would be around three hundred thousand dollars.
“I heard that one gold is equal to a hundred thousand dollars. Is that true?”
He stared me down. Did I say something wrong?
“Who told you that? You’re not supposed to know that. And no, no, it’s not,” he said, trying to cover his tracks, but it was obvious.
I rested my hand on top of his and looked deep into his eyes. “You need to get your money back.”
“No chance,” he said.
“I’m not worth that much. I don’t know what to do for three hundred thousand dollars.”
That was a lot of money. And he paid that for me? Why? I thought he should really get a refund. I didn’t know what I could do to make up for it.
“It’s too late to get my money back, besides I wouldn’t do it even if you begged me. You entered into an agreement. I hope you’re willing to live up to your end of the contract?”
“Yes,” I said, falling back. “Of course, it’s just, that’s a lot of money.”
“Don’t worry about it. I don’t make decisions like this all the time, so you should know that I wasn’t gambling my money away. Trust me, you’re worth it. You’re worth a lot more. And you’re mine now, and I won’t hear you saying you’re not worth it. The services you’ll give me will be invaluable. Try to put a price on the Mona Lisa. You can’t. Same with you.”
“That’s nice of you,” I said, still running my fingers through my hair nervously.
“You’re going to have a long day ahead. It’ll be your first day with me, and your first day really being milked. I suggest you get your rest.”
I thought I knew enough about the submissive routine to know I needed to call him Master and Sir. I hoped that he would like when I said it. “Yes, Sir,” I said, acting the role of the submissive. Was I really submissive? I was never in a relationship where my boyfriend dragged me along on a leash and told me what to do, but I always wanted it, if it was the right man.
This could be the right man.
He smiled when I said "Sir.”
“Good. Someone took a class on sex and submission for some college credit, did she? Or maybe she read those books, those fifty shade ones?”
“Yes, Sir. I mean, I read about it, not from those books, but other books.”
He stood from his seat. Towering over me, I felt like hiding in my seat at his imposing presence.
“Up,” he said, and I stood.
“Shall I lead you to your bedroom?”
I would get a bed? Wow, I couldn’t believe how giddy I was about not having to sleep in a barn.
“Sure,” I said, and he brought me up to my room, a gorgeous, massive room that looked more like an apartment. Beyond the bed, there was a balcony that looked out at the ocean. I stood there, waiting for his command, staring at the bed, and it’s headboard, which would make me look tiny once I got onto those sheets. My mind wandered to how comfortable the mattress would be.
“Let me know if you need anything,” he said.
That was it?
I thought maybe he might sleep with me, or at least, I don’t know, stay up talking for longer. He really seemed to want me to rest.
“OK,” I said, not sure what I should be doing.
“Have a good night. Rest well. You must’ve had a long day.”
Yes, it was a long day, so long, that I didn’t feel like sleeping yet. Being in this strange new environment, I didn’t think I would ever fall asleep.
“Thanks,” I said, then remembered, “Sir.”
He leaned down, and I thought he was going to kiss me for a moment, but he stopped himself.
“Have a good night,” he said, and then he went to the door. “If you need anything, remember you can call me if it’s important.”
“Sure,” I said. I would let him get to work, or whatever he was doing. He seemed preoccupied. I don’t know why he wouldn’t kiss me either. Did he only want me for my milk, or did he actually want more? I would be disappointed if it was just about the milk, but I should’ve expected that. After all, now I was just a cow.
I went over to the bed and flopped onto it.
I was right about the mattress. It was heavenly. But I still couldn’t sleep. I decided to try my best. I couldn’t disappoint my new Master.
Waiting for a couple hours, not falling asleep, I knew I would end up exploring, but didn't want to give in. I wasn’t exactly sure what time it was, because there wasn’t a clock in the room. Restless and hungry, I tossed and turned, and then decided to get out of bed.
My growing breasts made me constantly hungry. I needed to eat to constantly feed them. At least, I hoped that was where all the weight was going. In one of my starving moods, I headed outside, searching for Master Riggs to ask him if he had any sort of snack. I was hoping for something with a lot of carbs to cure my sugar cravings and to knock me out for the night.
That grand staircase reminded me of an old picture. My parents went on a cruise and got their picture taken in front of its enormous staircase. They spent a lot on that cruise, saved for years, and couldn't afford to brin
g an extra person. I didn't feel bad about it. I knew they deserved a break. The staircase seemed to last forever, and with my cramped calves from my show, I took longer to get down, but at least it felt like I was invited to that cruise I always wanted to go on. At the end, I looked about to see if Master Riggs was anywhere, but the lights were dim, the other parts of the house shrouded in darkness. There was a lot of other rooms beyond my sight.
At least I knew where the kitchen was. If I made a wrong turn, I might get stuck in the maze of hallways. Sneaking into the kitchen, I flicked on the lights.
Would my Master be upset if he knew I was there? I didn't want to sneak around, but I was hungry, and I needed to take a small walk before bed. What I really wanted to do was to have a conversation with Master Riggs, one in which he didn't vanish before I could start asking the tough questions.
It was probably best for me to fall asleep, instead I rummaged through the cabinets, searching for something sweet. Too bad, he seemed to be a health nut. I couldn't find anything quick and fast to eat. He sure had a lot of spices as well. I got to the refrigerator and opened it wide, surprised at all of the meat inside. Was he a secret shape shifting werewolf perhaps? Oh please no, I really didn't need to go there, as if things weren't strange enough being a dairy cow on a human milking farm.
"You could've come and seen me."
I jumped back with a shriek. "Oh geez, you scared me."
"Geez is right. What are you looking for? Maybe I can help."
Ashamed, I hung my head. "Sorry, Master, I know I should be sleeping, but my mind is racing and I'm starving."
"It's all right," he said, taking me by the waist and pulling me closer. I looked up into his dark, enchanting eyes, his iris a ring of gold in the dark. He smelled like pine and leather, my favorite smell, and I sucked it into my lungs, hoping it would ease my tension. It worked.
I half expected some form of punishment to come after, "It's all right," like "It's all right, but you'll have to whipped four times," but no punishment came. He pulled me closer, fingers gripping me tighter around the waist. Everything in me tightened.
