The rooster crowed as you rose from your slumber. The cool fall mornings greeted you, the sun barely rising over your fields as you walked towards the barn. As you opened the barn door I greeted you from my stall with an excited moo. As I called out to you, you grabbed a small leash from the rack on the wall and enter my stall, I was on all fours naked with my cowbell collar around my neck embossed with your initials. You pat my head and attach the leash to my collar, giving it a small tug as you lead me out of my stall and towards the wooden milking stand in one corner of the barn. You walked me up the ramp of the stand, the bell ringing and my milk laden udders swinging under me as I crawled up the stand. You pulled the lead through the wooden stanchion and slide it into the locking position, trapping my head in place. You unclipped the leash and walked back towards the rack. I mooed at you anxiously, "Steady girl, I'll be there in a minute" you reassure me as you fetch a metal pail and a three legged stool. Placing the stool down next to me, you scooted into place and slid the bucket under me.

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? What kind of shots do you think you'd see in the scene?
• 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 hucows, who would it be? Can be real or fictional. Could be a celeb. Let me know!
• I'm maybe a little milking obsessed, but let me know if you've ever milked a cow or goat or something irl, it's always exciting to read about!
• Also up for just chat, I have plenty of dreams and fantasies about this kind of stuff! I'd love to tell you about my kinky adventures! I've gotten pretty dirty!
• I am down to play myself, an IRL, a celeb, someone fictional, it's your farm! I'm down for some kinky ideas as well. Maybe you want to blackmail your friend into serving as your cow or maybe you milk your cousin or your sister!
• If you read all the way to the bottom, tell me it's milking time in your message and whether you'd milk by hand or machine.

Kinks: Bondage, I love being tethered for milking by my neck and sometimes my ankles as well. Milking stands and stanchions are also very welcome.

Milking, you'd never guess right? I really enjoy descriptions of milking and seeing actual animals get milked is basically my porn.

Praise, calling me a "good girl" or a "good cow" while you're milking me turns me into the most obedient and docile cow you've ever seen.

Hands, I love descriptions of hands and fingers. Probably connected to the milking but hands can also be so hot to me.

Saliva, in a pretty good amount of the milking fantasies I have I can't help but picture my farmer just spitting into their hands and going right in to milk me. No idea why, but it's always been kinda hot to me.