Milking

What? No!, you think, but before you can protest, Feli already pinches the way too sensitive nipple she just sucked on. You squeal in pain and follow her guiding hand until you are on your hands and knees on the ground right in front of her, your full tits dangling freely beneath you. "We will need to work on your obedience." Her voice is stern and domineering. "But we'll take care of that later. First let's empty those udders." From somewhere she gets a little bowl which she places beneath your tits before kneeling besides you. Next her hands are roaming your milk-taunt breast meat, massaging you a bit which feels surprisingly relaxing.

After a few moments her hands concentrate on your nipples, and you feel them starting to leak tiny droplets of milk. Apparently this was what Felicitas was waiting for, because next she starts milking you in earnest. Concentrating on one tit at a time she strokes and squeezes them from base to nipple, each time drawing a big spurt of milk splashing into the bowl. With each spurt a warm sensation and arousing tingle fill your whole breast and before you know it you are cooing in pleasure and leaning into her skilled hands.

"I knew you would love it, Lola. Cows always love the feeling of getting milked and releasing the pressure in their udders. Those on my uncles farm love their milking and you do too."

No wonder her milking feels so good when she has experience, you think, not even realizing the demeaning choice of word and instead just moaning happily.

Next to you Feli grins up at the boys standing around watching you with awe. "See? As soon as you start milking her all her bitching around and that stupid resistance stops. What’s left is the obedient, subdued slut-cow." She stops her milking for a second you pet your head. "She is even sounding a bit like a cow."

I am not!, you want to protest, but her hand returns and squeezes your boob again and your protest turns into a lustful mooan.

Satisfied with you, Feli continues to express your milk. "Okay guys, kneel on her other side. It's time you learn how to handle her." She waits for them to get down beside you before continuing. "As you have seen I started the milking with massaging her tits. This will calm the cow, ease any stress, and soften the milk-tissue. Once that is done you can start milking her. Go on, grap her other udder and try squeezing it against her chest before softly pressing down near the bud."

Isaac is the first to try milking you and you immediately notice the difference to Felis skilled hands. His feel rougher and a bit clumsy as he paws your tit trying to get a drop out. A bit of trial and error later he is successful and quickly gets the hang of it. You coo in satisfaction when both breasts are emptied simultaneously. One after the other the four boys get their instruction on the live example until Feli is satisfied and the pressure you felt earlier is gone.

"Looks like we emptied her. Now it is important to keep going for a bit, even though this might be uncomfortable for her. It's the only way to tell her body that it should produce more milk. If we get it right, the volume will already have increased by her next milking, and with more milk her tits will swell more, too."

She continues milking your tits even though the milk flow has decreased to a light dribble and finally just a drop of two. While it doesn't hurt or anything it still feels unsettling to you. As if your body somehow fails and disappoints her milking hands. Like there should be something that isn't.

Feli must feel you getting restless the first time during her milking as she lets go of your tits for a moment and grabs your chin. Then she turns your head until you are **** to make eye contact with her. "Stay still, Lola. You'll regret it otherwise." she orders with a clear and commanding voice that somewhat frightens you to disobey her. She then returns to dry milking your tits for a good five minutes longer until even the last drop is collected and the unsettling feeling is making you downright queasy and unhappy.

"Good girl", she paises you with a playful pat on your head before picking up the bowl with your breastmilk and carrying it to the camping table.