Hucow maid can go milk herself after she finishes cleaning, but her poor tits keep dripping milk everywhere.
The sound of the mop swishing back and forth across the dark marble floor kept a steady rhythm, punctuated by the occasional and increasingly frustrated groans of the woman wielding it. Strands of blonde hung messily from the bonnet on her head, tossed about by the repetitive motion. Rosie needed to be done cleaning. She needed to be done cleaning an hour ago, but she had lost herself in some of her tasks and time had gotten away from her. The black dress and white apron that marked her status as a maid and had been tailored to fit her admittedly rather generous curves now struggled to hold back her swollen breasts. They sloshed with each swing of her arms, the damp patches on the front of her uniform growing larger with each passing second. Each time she saw a drop of white stand out against the floor that she had just cleaned, she grew closer to screaming. The pressure was getting to be unbearable and if she could just finish, she could-
Any voice would have made her yelp in surprise, but hearing the voice of her lady sent Tabitha into a panic. She nearly dropped the mop as she snapped to attention. The tightness of her uniform over her bust made her wince. "Lady Vari! I was just, um-"
"Rosie, you're leaking all over the floor."
The maid's pale cheeks burned pink with embarrassment. Tabitha suddenly had the intense desire to sink directly into the floor. She could barely look in her ladyship's direction, only able to cast her blue eyes down at the hem of the flowing, lavender skirt that came to rest at her ladyship's feet. She swallowed. "Y-yes, my lady. I need to-"
"Rosie, why haven't you drained your milk yet?"
A playful sort of cruelty dripped off of every word. Rosie tried to make herself smaller, however impossible her massively swollen bosom made such a feat. She couldn't see them, but she could feel her lady's rich, brown eyes examining her body. Each click of Lady Vari's heels echoed both down the hallways and around the inside of Rosie's mind. She knew her status, but being circled and appraised like this made Rosie feel less like a member of the serving staff and more like livestock. The thought sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through her body, her spine stiffening and more milk leaking from her breasts.
As soon as the sound of footsteps moved behind her, Lady Vari entirely out of Rosie's view, they stopped. Rosie held her breath. For a moment, the only sound that broke the silence was the pattering of droplets against the ground and the sound of her own heart racing. Rosie knew not to speak until spoken to, but the tension was only rising, as was the pressure in her breasts, so she ventured a meek, quiet sound. "...L-lady Var- Eeep!"
As soon as she spoke, a pair of hands grabbed Rosie's breasts from underneath. The hands trembled as they hefted the milk-filled globes. The trickle swelled into a full stream, the breasts forcing out more milk under their own heft. Rosie moaned, her lady's breath hot on her cheek. "Tut tut, Rosie! Look at you! You're making such a mess! Milk is getting everywhere!"
Rosie could only whine as her lady tightened her grip on the udders she held in her hands, the puddle at their feet growing even faster. She had to gasp for air. Arousal was getting the better of her. "Y-yes, my lad-eeeeee!" More forceful pressure from the hands that held her breasts nearly made her knees give out.
"Come now, Rosie. You know better than that."
Rosie nodded, barely able to think through the has of arousal that had settled around her mind. "Yes... Yes... Mistress." Soft lips were her reward, pressed against the side of her neck slowly, sensually, as deft hands played with her breasts.
"There you go, Rosie. That's so much better, isn't it? I made you like this. Your breasts were so cute when we first met. Barely larger than your head. And now look at them. I can't believe you let me do this to you. Let me ask you a question, cow. Who owns your body?"
Rosie was melting. "Y-you do, Mistress."
Her eyes rolled back into her head. "You! You do, Mistress!"
"Who owns your pleasure?"
The words came out of the maid even before she could think to form them. "You do, Mistress."
Lady Vari gave the swollen udders one last squeeze, milk rushing from Rosie's nipples in a white torrent. "You're damned right I do."
As soon as Lady Vari let go, Rosie collapsed to the ground. The milk-slick floor made it impossible for her to stay upright, landing with her cheek in the puddle. Her mind and her body were alight with arousal. Her lady's touch was so good and she groaned as her lady reached down to stroke her hair. "There, that should buy you enough time, my little hucow maid. Clean up the mess you've made and then come to my room. Do not change clothes. Do not dry yourself. You are not to touch your breasts at all until I say you can."
A little peck on the cheek made Rosie's entire body shudder. As the clicking of Lady Vari's heels faded off into the distance, Rosie did her best to gather her strength. She couldn't keep her lady waiting.