When we finally met, it started off sweet. You could see how painfully shy I was, how my hands trembled just from being near you. Every word I spoke betrayed how nervous I was to finally stand in front of you in person. It was obvious my mind was screaming at me to submit—to drop to my knees and surrender completely. You watched my walls crumble, little by little, the longer we talked and the more time we spent together.
Even a shaky “Master” slipped from my lips, setting my face on fire. But you were done waiting. Your patience ran out—not with anger or anything bad, but with a dark, absolute certainty. You owned me. Completely. You could speed this up. You had a plan. And you were finished playing gentle and slow. You wanted more, and you wanted it now.
You grabbed my chin, tilting it up so I had no choice but to meet your eyes. Whatever pathetic sentence I’d been forming died instantly, I couldn't even recall what we were talking about. Your low, commanding voice sliced right through everything:
“Just go blank for me, darling.”
My eyes instantly lost focus, turning glassy and distant. The world blurring around me into a pleasant fog. There was a brief, desperate flicker of resistance—a frantic attempt to stay present, to understand what was happening... but it was completely useless. I was too deep, too helpless, too completely yours to fight. I couldn’t resist unless you allowed it… and right now, you weren’t allowing anything. All I could do was obey.
Words dissolved into static. My eyelids fluttered once, then fell shut as my mind collapsed. Everything was gone. Thought, will, and resistance faded into perfect, empty darkness.
When I finally opened my eyes, the room was dim and cold. Soft lighting barely touched the bare walls, making the emptiness feel almost… clinical. I tried to move… and nothing happened. My body refused to obey. That’s when reality crashed over me...
I was completely immobilized, strapped down tight, utterly helpless.
The loud, wet hiss of the milking pumps suddenly flooded my ears. I felt the familiar, merciless pull on my swollen, leaking udders again and again as jets of milk were rhythmically yanked out of me, squirting into the transparent tubes. Every pull reminded me exactly what I had become for you: a mindless, dripping cow. Livestock.
At the same time, the constant buzz of a wand vibrator pressed against my exposed, throbbing clit sent waves of pleasure ripping throughout my body. It wasn’t even that strong, yet it was more than enough to turn my brain to complete mush, forcing uncontrollable arousal to flood my helpless form.
Desperate to make a sound, I tried to cry out, only to choke pathetically around the thick feeding tube shoved deep down my throat. I instinctively jerked back in panic, but the movement only forced my hips down, grinding my swollen clit harder against the wand. My whole body convulsed, shaking and twitching like a broken toy. An orgasm ripped through my body—forceful and intense. I couldn't stop it, I didn't even mean to have one in the first place.
All I could do was leak, drip, and cum helplessly and pathetically.
Eventually, everything began to slow. The relentless buzzing between my legs eased into a gentle rhythm, letting me finally catch my breath. The milking pumps slowed to a more manageable, almost thoughtful pace. They were pulling at my swollen udders, but no longer overwhelming me completely.
My mind, although fuzzy and heavy with pleasure, could only form one clear thought: you were somewhere close, watching me. You were controlling everything. The pumps, the wand, the restraints, the tube down my throat. You were enjoying every second as I fell apart, trembling and leaking, slowly transforming into your perfect, obedient cow.
And even in that deep, helpless haze, I trusted you completely. This was what you wanted… and deep down, it was exactly what I needed.
A thick, warm mixture started flowing steadily through the tube shoved deep down my throat. I felt it first as a gentle pressure, then as a slow, unstoppable flood filling my belly.
The taste was rich and slightly sweet. There was no chewing, no choice, no pause. Just the constant, humiliating gulp as the liquid pumped into me, swelling my stomach little by little.
Every swallow was automatic, forced by the tube and the gentle pressure of the machine constantly forcing more into me. My cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment as I realised what was going on and how full I was becoming—bloated, heavy, and completely helpless beyond belief. The slow milking continued in perfect rhythm with the feeding, pulling milk from my udders while the tube pushed calories and fluids back into my body, turning me into a self-sustaining little dairy cow.
The wand between my legs kept its soft, teasing buzz, making sure the pleasure never fully faded. Each fresh surge of the mixture made my belly tighten and then expand, and every resulting ripple of fullness sent another helpless wave of arousal through me. I could feel myself growing softer, rounder, more docile with every swallow. I was being fed like livestock. Efficiently, thoroughly, and without any say in the matter.
The thought made fresh shame burn through my foggy mind, but it also made my clit throb harder against the wand. A small, muffled whimper escaped around the tube as my body obediently accepted everything you were giving it. All I could do was obey. All I could do was surrender. All I could do was enjoy every second or the constant, unending pleasure.
Eventually, everything began to ease... My stomach felt noticeably swollen and warm, pressing gently against the restraints. My udders ached but the pumping never stopped even as the milk stopped filling the machine. I was full, fuzzy, overstimulated, and struggling to pull even basic thoughts together.
Only then did I hear your footsteps approaching... A warm hand brushed across my forehead, pushing damp strands of hair from my flushed face. Your voice, low and soothing, cut through the pleasant haze like velvet.
“That’s it, darling… look at you. Good girl. Such a good cow. So full and leaky for me.”
My face burned with humiliation even as another helpless spasm rolled through me, forcing more milk to squirt out in response to your praise. I whimpered softly around the tube—the only sound I could manage—a pathetic, muffled little noise that made you laugh quietly.
You leaned closer, your breath warm against my ear.
“You didn’t expect this today, did you? But your body knew exactly what it was made for. Just keep dripping for me. Keep cumming for me. Keep swallowing for me. Let me take care of everything.”
Another slow, deliberate squeeze from the pumps made my back arch as much as my swollen and full body allowed against the restraints. The wand pressed just a little firmer, and I shattered again—thighs shaking, milk flowing freely, tears of overwhelming pleasure and embarrassment pricking at the corners of my glassy eyes.
You owned every single part of this. My thoughts, my swollen body, my leaking milk, my helpless orgasms—everything belonged to you now. And as I sank even deeper into that sweet, submissive, pleasure filled fog, all I could feel was grateful, unending trust… and the undeniable, addictive thrill of finally becoming your perfect, yet broken, brainwashed cow.
