Master's Milking Cow (6 page)

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 bring 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.

But then he broke the hold. "I should've told you where to find me. That was my fault. What is it you're looking for?"

"Something sweet," I said. I sounded childish, but he didn't seem to mind.

"We all need something sweet sometimes," he said, gazing down at my breasts.

He went over to a cupboard far from the refrigerator. He brought out some tiny strawberry cakes, but there was a whole tray of them. He laid them out on the table for me and nodded. I went for one.

"When we haven't indulged in a long time, what was once mildly sweet becomes an exotic treat. I haven't had anything sweet in awhile."

Really? I thought for sure Master Riggs would've tried all the girls' milk.

"I thought you tried the milk," I said, then added, "I mean, I thought you would be into having all the girls. Most of them would throw themselves at your feet. I'm surprised you don't get jugs of milk thrown at your limo every time you pass."

He laughed. "In the beginning, I tried it, but it didn't work out well. This place is difficult to live in for a long time. You have to be a special kind of person."

I finished two of the cakes. Master Riggs sat and contemplated, staring off into the other rooms. He occasionally checked out my swollen, heavy breasts.

I wanted to tell him that I was made for this life, but to be honest, I wasn't sure yet, and I didn't want to lie.

"All done? I suggest you go back to your room and rest."

"Yes, I'm done, Master. Thank you."

We headed out of the kitchen. He shut the lights off behind him.

"I'm still restless. Can I go for a night swim, Master?"

He chuckled, but then realized I was serious. I was. I enjoyed swimming so much, and it would be majestic swimming in the pool at night. It would be the perfect thing to calm me down.

"A night swim, no, you can't do that. What do you think this all is, cakes and pool parties?"

"No, no, I don't think that. I know it's much more than that."

"Good. I still can't let you go swimming at this hour. If you knew what you were in for tomorrow, you would understand."

"OK," I said, and I almost forgot to add, "Master," which if I left it off, might give him the impression I was spoiled.

We got to my bedroom door. I turned around to face him. I wanted to ask him to come in. He seemed to get the hint even without me asking. It must've been the long pause and the doe eyes.

“I want to be in there with you desperately, but I can't. I touched you far too much in the kitchen. I'm afraid if I touch you again, it'll set me off and I'll want your sweetness far too much for me to contain myself. For now, you'll have to sleep alone. Good things come to those who wait, and there's a lot of good coming your way tomorrow."

I nodded, and said, "OK, I understand," even though I really didn't. I opened the door and headed inside. Being obedient wasn't difficult yet, but I knew that he was being easy on me because of what I went through at the bidding.

"Now go to sleep," he said, and he closed the door on me.

Sufficiently packed full of carbs, and dismissed by the Master of the house, I dropped onto the bed and eventually passed out.

The first time I moved in the morning, I looked down at the gigantic weights on my chest, and I almost screamed. I dragged myself over to the edge of the bed, rolling, because I wasn't in the mood to do a sit up when I had such heavy breasts. When I leaned over the bed, they did their usual aching routine, but this time, it was much stronger.

Whatever the Master gave me the day before, it was a more potent mix.

There was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Yes?"

I expected Master Riggs' voice, but it was a female's voice. "There's a note for you on the door."

I figured I should read it.

It was written in the most exquisite penmanship I'd ever seen. It was done with a fine pen with real ink. Whoever wrote it put a lot of energy into it.

"Good morning. I'm excited to see what you can do today. I might have been nice before, and trust me, I am nice, but being my milking cow means you must be disciplined and follow the rules of the trade. You're inexperienced, but that's not your fault.

Your outfit is waiting for you in your bedroom closet. I hope you can find it. There is a snack waiting for you downstairs. Use any of the products you need in your bathroom. Meet me in the first barn as soon as you leave the front doors in an hour.

- Your Master"

That was a sweet note. It was a little alarming, but still sweet. I tucked it under my blanket to remember to store it someplace for later. I wanted to keep it.

With only an hour to get ready, I rushed. I checked out the outfit first. Once again, it would leave nothing to the imagination. This one was more fitting for a milking slave. It was a bikini, but in cow print, with a cow tail to place on my ass. He also left me with some cow ears to complete the outfit.

After showering, doing my hair and make up, I wondered who couldn't live there forever. There was enough products in there to fill an entire Sephora. I stretched into the cow bikini, my tits pressing into it. It would give an eyeful to anyone who saw me. My perky, ripe tits were ready for action.

Breakfast was fast. I decided not to go for the milk. I didn't know what kind it was.

I was too busy before to be nervous, but when I took the walk to the barn, my ass bouncing around, barely staying in the bikini, I started to. My giant breasts bounced with my big ass. I'd gotten so curvy ever since I took the serum.

I didn't know what I was in for. Every step felt heavier. I didn't have much time to feel self conscious. I simply had to do it. There was no other option. I wasn't going to disappoint my new Master.

As soon as I stepped in Master Riggs said, "Look at you."

That made me feel better. But I couldn't say anything back. I was too busy looking over what he had planned for me. The whole barn was one huge pen. As soon as I stepped inside, he hit a button and the barn doors closed. The gate opened, but he held his hand up, not wanting me to move, which was fine with me.