A day on the farm with my Slave, Helen. Part 1

So, it has been nearly four weeks now since I sent Helen away with her packet of tablets. I have been away on business but received a text from her a couple of weeks ago seemingly a little disturbed by the fact that her breasts were feeling very tight and seemed to be growing. She was told not to worry, that was one of the side effects and everything was going to be fine. The tablets were in fact a cocktail of two d**gs, one given to women to increase lactation and the other given to cattle to increase milk yield. I had in fact consulted my vet “friend” who had chipped Helen plus another friend who runs a dairy farm. More on her later! Helen had received a message from me two days ago to come around to my place at 10.00 as we were taking a trip to the country.

10.00 arrives and, on time as ever, Helen is knocking at my door. She looks rather different from the Helen I last saw, her face a little flushed and certainly a little larger in the breast area than when I last saw her. This by no means diminishes her beauty, she is still the most wonderful specimen of womanhood and I am so proud she is my slave. I help her off with her coat and note she is wearing a stretchy top, which she informs me is the only one which fits her in her present state! I fondle her breast and find them very tight and firm, in fact just wonderful. We sit and chat for a few minutes and I reassure her that the d**gs will have no lasting effects. She smiles, “I trust you Master, I know you would never cause me any permanent harm”. I kiss her and look her directly in the eyes, “You are mine to do with as I please but I could never cause any lasting damage to my beautiful Helen”. “Now my dear as usual I have set out your “clothes” for today’s adventure, run upstairs and get changed we have an hours drive ahead of us”. Some 30 minutes later Helen re-appears at the bottom of the stairs and looks amazing. She is a little unsteady on her feet as she is wearing ballet heeled lace up boots, however she had already informed me previously she had worn similar boots before and was quite competent in walking in them. Her legs are encased in black fishnet hold up stockings and she is wearing latex panties complete with built in dildo(electronic). A stretch latex bra covers her enlarged breasts and the whole outfit is finished off with a black leather waspie corset, which compresses her waist and exaggerates her chest even more. “As ever my Slave you are a picture of pure elegance”, but there are a few additions to finish of the outfit. First I handcuff her hands behind her back before placing a black leather hood over her head and lacing it at the back. The hood completely covers her face so she is blinded and also gagged by the built in 4 inch dildo gag. The final touch is a stainless steel collar which is locked around her neck. As ever I cannot resist just teasing my slave a little so I tweak her nipples though the latex and massage her pussy at the same time pushing the dildo deep inside her. “Ok that is enough for now you have many pleasures awaiting you today”. I take a longish black leather cape from the hook and fasten it around Helen before hooking a lead to her collar and we are ready for off.

Just over an hour later we arrive at our destination, a dairy farm owned by Jane, a very good friend of mine. I pull into the muddy yard and see Jane is there by the door waiting to greet us. I get out and put my finger to my mouth to stop Jane speaking, I don’t want Helen to have any idea where she is, who is there or what is about to happen. Helen has obviously picked up on the smells around her and I assume she realises she is on a farm. Her head moves from side to side trying to pick up any sounds or more smells. Without any further ado I follow Jane and lead my slave towards the milking sheds which at this time are usually empty, however today two of the stalls are occupied and there is an empty one between them. Guess who that one is for? Helen is lead forward so her head is through the front of the stall, at which point I unhook the lead and padlock her collar to a convenient chain. I remove my Slave’s cape and her handcuffs, but before Helen has time to move I rope her wrists to the bars at the front of the stalls. Next her ankles are tied together so she is bent forward at 90 degrees and totally immobile. My final act for the time being is to cut away the latex bra and voila there is my lovable “cow” all ready for milking. Now I have to decide where I am to sit to get the best view of what will happen next. Side on seems to be the best vantage point and as a nice touch Jane has provided a three-legged milking stool for me.

I take up position to watch the show………….
I know Helen has always had lesbian tendencies however, what I also discovered when arranging today, was Jane also had a latent desire to make love to a woman. Here was her chance to put into practice her dark desires. She approaches Helen and first of all begins fondling and squeezing her breasts as you would do to a cow’s udder. Jane was obviously quite the expert, as within a short time of the massaging beginning little drops of milk began dripping to the floor. Meanwhile, I sit there wondering if Helen had an idea the hands manipulating her belonged to someone else and not me. Jane comes over to me and whispers in my ear “There she is lactating well shall I hook her up?” “Don’t you fancy a little more fun first? She is all yours to do with as you please”, I quietly reply. Jane’s eyes light up and she mouths “Anything?”. “Yes absolutely anything”. She needs no further encouragement and is quickly behind Helen peeling down her latex panties and looking rather surprised when the dildo plops out of her pussy. She is obviously a little nervous and looks across to me, “Go on” I tell her. Jane begins massaging Helen’s velvet pussy lips and flicking her clit before inserting two then three fingers deep inside her and giving her a good finger fucking. Next, after Helen is dripping from a tremendous orgasm Jane puts her tongue to good use licking first her pussy and then turning her attention to the arsehole. I can see she is really enjoying herself and has totally forgotten about her audience, who incidentally is also getting really turned on by the scene being played out in front of him. Slowly and quietly I move to the front of the stall and begin caressing Helen’s head in its leather confinement. She rears up a little wondering what the hell is happening, there must be two people in here beside me, I imagine she is thinking. I unlace her hood and slowly remove it putting my finger to my mouth encouraging her to keep quiet. Her eyes re-adjust to the light and I get a quizzical look from her. I am stood in front of her yet there is someone around the back enjoying themself. I might add she is enjoying the experience too and there are numerous gasps and moans emanating from her. Maybe it is a combination of the mystery and the excitement but she suddenly explodes in an almighty orgasm. I look behind to see Jane, stood up now, with Helens juices dripping from her chin. Helen tries to look behind but I hold her head to prevent her seeing who exactly my accomplice is. Next I take a bit gag and secure it firmly in Helen’s mouth and to hold her head in place using two short chains and padlocks to secure the rings on the ends of the gag to the bars at the front of the stalls.

I remain standing in front of her and suddenly Helen’s eyes light up as she hears the sound of the milking machine being turned on. Jane takes some lubricating oil and rubs it all over my Slave’s breasts, both women enjoy this! Helen however, is continually trying to turn her head to see who the hell is in the milking shed with us. All she can actually see are the two cows in the stalls at either side of her. I can hear the wush from the milking machine, this is a single mobile machine purchased specially for the occasion. Jane attaches the teats to Helen’s breasts, but I can detect a little bit of disturbance and anguish in my Slave’s eyes. One of her breasts is giving milk readily but the other is having problems. It’s the chip in her nipple that is causing the problem so I beckon Jane to switch off the machine. I tweak and rub her breast until I can detect the chip has moved slightly and hope this will stop it acting as a cork. Jane again attaches the teat and we are in business both breasts are producing. I check around the front again and Helen gives a smile when I ask her if she is ok. “Don’t know about you but I fancy a coffee”, I ask Jane and she just nods. I bet Helen thinks great I will see the other person now, but at that moment I put a blindfold on her so she won’t see us walking out of the door. Just one last thing before we leave, I pull up her panties and re-insert the dildo setting the remote to shock her once every minute. With this Jane and I retire to the farmhouse leaving my little “cow” to her fate………………

This is not the end of our farm visit, not by a long chalk. We have more joys in store for Helen(and Jane!), plus she finds out who has been helping me all day. All will be revealed next time…………