Push the button, Hubby!

You know, I should have realized back then that nip skin is different than arm skin, my husband's training was paying off, and the fact that I had just cum too, so they were WAY more sensitive than usual. Which is why the yelp I let out was higher and sharper than any noise I had ever made before.

Now, to my husband's credit, he immediately killed the machine and rushed over to me, asking if I was alright, and that he was very sorry about making me think that I had to do this, and that he completely understood if I wanted to call it quits and never do this again.

But I shut that down quick. I had already bought the damn thing, and I wasn't going to let all that time, money, and potential happy go to waste. I told him that it was more intense than we thought, but now that I know what to expect, I was good to go again. He looked a little mixed on that, but when I ordered him to go back there and milk my tits, he raised his eyebrow at me. He was expecting me to back down from me putting my foot down, but fuck that shit, I glared right at him and pointed my finger at the thing until he understood that this was going to fucking happen.

It doesn't happen often, but sometimes I manage to out-stubborn him.

This was one of those times, where he finally rolled his eyes and let out a defeated sigh. Meanwhile, I had the biggest "Ha Ha, I win!" grin on my face. He smirked back at me, and we had a little smooch before he tromped back to the machine. He gave me one more look, like he was asking if I was sure, and I was like, "Yep."

We also totally remembered that safewords are a thing, and decided on Barkson (his cousin's super-cute and friendly chocolate lab).

Because we were prioritizing my safety and comfort, rather than production, we kept it at the lowest possible setting that I was okay with. We stayed there for a couple of minutes just so that I could handle it, and then we started to escalate slightly and slowly. He would bring the strength up a level, hold me there for about 10 seconds, and then bring me back down. After a bit, he'd go back up for 20-ish seconds, and back down again. Then back up for 30, and then down again. I think he mainly hovered around a minute every time after that, simply because we didn't know what the fuck we were doing, and what effects this was going have on me later.

And I gotta say, I like his mouth and hands better than the machine.

At first it was a novel experience, with the plastic lips wrapping around my nips and the vacuum literally sucking liquid out of me, but that got old quick. Even when he bumped the power up, it felt kinda good but you get used to it. So I got bored just sitting there, and sipping on my water, basically just replacing my fluids. In the corner of my eye though, I could see my husband. He had one hand on the controller, and his head was snapping from me to the clock to the machine constantly, but then, his cock manifested from his pants, and he started to stroke himself.

He found this hot as fuck apparently, and I had nothing better to do anyway, so I offered to blow him while the machine was doing it's thing. He turned me down because he didn't want to risk anything, so I dejectedly sat there for the next 10-ish minutes, watching random videos on the tablet, while he basically jerked off at me.

(I had mixed feelings about that. Glad, he was getting off because of me; Mad, that he didn't get off with me. But don't worry. Once we were done, I made sure to suck him dry.)

By the end of my first ever milking, we ended up with maybe a tablespoon's worth of milk. Basically nothing, but we were excited and happy, given that that was the most liquid my tits had ever produced in one sitting. I was beaming with pride watching him savor every drop going down his throat.

We figured out why it was so cheap a few weeks later when the motor started conking out. And with his tinkering skills, he managed to give that thing another 6 months of life before he finally gave up and sold it for scrap. Damn near broke his heart then.

Because Life happened, we never bought a replacement for it, and we've been using the proper breast pump designed for nursing instead. He says that he's happy with it, and it scratches that itch for him, but we both know it's not the same.

One day, Rancher. I'll find us a new one, one day.

I promise.