Taste test

Having kneeled for quite some time it looks a bit clumsy when you get back on your feet and in a weird sense of shame put the new dried top back on only to see the milk stains around your nipples. Not having anything better right now, you shrug and head over to Feli who has poured your milk into a measuring cup.

"80 ml, that’s good for your first milking!" She dips her finger in and licks the still warm liquid of. "Tastes great too. Here, taste yourself!" She dips her finger in again and holds it for you to lick and for a moment you lean forward to suck on her finger, but then you twitch back.

"No! Thats gross. And what has gotten into you to treat me like some kind of cattle?", your common sense is returning fast and the absurdity and humiliation of the whole situation dawns on you. You set on to protest your treatment but before you can give her the earful she deserves, Feli rolls her eyes and walks of ignoring you. "Seems like the bitch is back in control.", she mutters under her breath as she walks past you towards the guys.

They have gathered around the fire again, pass around some cups with fresh brewed coffee. Taking the measuring cup Noah then evenly divides the breastmilk between the cup and hands them out to everyone but you. Instead Feli hands you a big bottle of water.

"Here, drink up! You need to stay hydrated to produce the best amount of milk." She says before turning away to sit at her place.

"What do you mean? The whole bottle?!" You eye the 1.5 liter bottle uncertainly.

Feli stops and spins on her heels. "When I say 'drink up' you drink the fuck up. That obedience training is direly needed." Wide eyed you stare at her towering menacingly over you and slowly unscrew the cap. Feli nails you down with her gaze until you have set the bottle on your lips and start drinking a big gulp and notice how thirsty you actually are.

Across from you the rest of your friends is sipping at their coffees, eyes focused on you. "Hmm, best coffee ever." Caleb praises while watching the alluring blush returning onto your cheeks. "Definitely, thank god I'm not lactose intolerant." agrees Ben. "You can actually taste the difference to the semi-skimmed milk from the supermarket."

Five people are watching you die from embarrassment over their comments on the taste of your breastmilk while casually sipping on their coffee. You try to hide your face and suckle on the bottle to keep yourself busy and Feli wrath away.

Thankfully their attention on you fades and soon the topic shifts away from you to recent event mixed with playful banter among friends. Only Feli keeps glancing at you every now and then to remind you to drink until finally your bottle is empty as well as the mugs of your friends. You all help with the cleanup, washing the used stuff in the lake, before gathering around the fire again.