You said as you gave my lead a firm tug, leading me out of the stall and out in the middle of the barn, where a goat milking stand stood with an old wooden stool and two well used metal pails. A chorus of moos filled the barn, the other cows calling out for milking in their stalls. "Moooooo," I moaned at you as you led me towards the stand. "Up you go girl," you said as you walked me up onto the stand and pulled my head through the wooden stanchion, you closed the stanchion around my neck, locking my head in place. I waited for you to sit down on the stool, scooting it towards my side as you took a cloth out a pocket and used it to wipe down my udders, a pair of full and pale tits almost snowlike in their complexion. You wiped throughly, the milk bags bouncing in your hands as you scrubbed away a bit of dirt. I stayed perfectly still, docile as ever.

You held my udders in your hands with a smile as you felt the milk inside, the swollen flesh tender in your hands as I mooed, almost a whine as the sensitive teats threaten to leak milk at any given moment. "Alright girl, alright," you said as you let my udders hang again, I squirmed on the milking stand on all fours, naked except for the cowbell around my neck ringing as I turned my head as much as I could manage to look back at you with my head secured. "Who would've thought this stand would work so well for hucows too," you chuckle, giving me a loving tap on the rear, right on the tattoo that functions as your brand." Alright sweet pea, let's get you milked," you resolve as you slide a metal pail under my hanging udders. Spitting in your hands, you take firm hold of my udders and confidently squeeze and make two thick bursts of milk loudly crash into the bottom of the pail.

The sharp metallic hiss of the milk striking the bottom in a steady rhythm fills the barn as you work. I let out a long appreciative moo as you begin, the milk flowing smoothly and easily as you alternate between the two teats. "That's my girl, Bessie cow, give down baby," you coo at me as you continue milking, picking up the speed a bit as my udders bounce in your hands in time with your tugs and squeezes. "Let's see if we can get two pails out of you this morning, think you got it in you, my pretty cow?" I turn my head again to look back at you, my eyes meet yours as the sound of the milk splashing noisily into the pail turns into a gentle sloshing sound as the milk climbs the pail. Mooooooooooooo!

• For fun, if this was a movie scene what song do you think would be playing during?
• I love when my farmers name me, so tell me what you'd name me if I was your cow.
• If you could choose anyone to help you milk your herd of cows, who would it be?