Here you see some of my hucow slut training. My udders continue to hang lower and lower. My Master has given me the task of becoming something other than what I am now. This is only the start. Before dropping to all fours and spending the night as a hucow, only able to utter moos, I snapped this photo to share with you all. The cow bell is a constant reminder of what I am as I crawl around. There between my legs you see part of the tail fastened to my largest butt plug shoved up inside me. It is both humiliating and freeing. I hope one day I can do this in public.
i have been pumping my udders knowing it will take a while to re-lactate. i have lactated before after pregnancy. i become quite aroused when the machine pumps my udders, the strong suction feels so good.
i imagine being tied in a barn stall, on all fours in hay. A huge butt plug with a cow tail sticks out of my ass and a feed bag is strapped on my face with sweet feed in it that i must eat. Farm hands have me in cross-ties and pump me with professional machines. They rub their hard cocks ready to use the cow slut as soon as i am available for use.
As many slaves and subs, i have always wanted to be an owned piece of property, an animal, livestock. The illustrations and stories about this kind of thing make me so horny, wet, and aching. i want to be led around with a rope, chain or leash. i want to be pulled by my septum ring, prodded, poked, inspected, displayed and used. i want no rights over my body. i want to make milk.