The Barn

The BarnI was attending a meeting for our local FFA Booster Club. I live in a semi-rural area and there are many farms and ranches and the FFA is a big deal to the k**s in the area. I was wearing jeans and a polo shirt. These were my ?normal size? jeans that I was finally able to get back into after having a baby 5 months ago. I was getting lots of compliments for looking great post baby. Unfortunately I was feeling great. My naturally large breasts were constantly swollen and full. They were at least a 36 E cup and some guys couldn't help but steal a look at them. The polo shirt I had on was stretched tight across them and the only bra I had that fit was the maternity one I had on.The meeting was being held at the large barn complex the school district owned. This is where the k**s kept their show a****ls and also held some classes. It was filled with the typical barn smells and I loved it. Some might say it stunk of a****l poop but I thought of it as a natural and comforting smell. I was standing in a group of people after the meeting. I had my arms crossed under my large breasts trying to help support their extra weight and ease my discomfort. I was introduced to a man that was the owner of a local farm. His main business was the breeding and milking of dairy goats. I made a joke about maybe I could come over and get milked to help relieve my over production. Everyone laughed but he didn't say anything. He just smiled a little.Later when the meeting was breaking up I was walking out to my vehicle and he approached me. It was just him and me so nobody else could hear our conversation. He asked me if I was serious. I looked at his face and saw that he was. I asked what he meant. He said about getting milked, was I seriously wanting to do that. I felt my stomach flutter a little bit and I had to swallow. I just nodded. He smiled then and said that he had a large herd of dairy goats. He milked them everyday using commercial goat milking machines. He had experience using the machines to milk a human female, his ex-wife. She had a hucow fetish and had been able to induce lactation and use the machines in the barn to extract her milk. He said it was very effective and safe but only for someone very serious about committing to it. He told me to think about it and he gave me his business card with his phone number on it. He left and still stood there speechless.Well obviously that was all I could think about for the next few days. I did as much research as I could on dairy goats and milking machines. I found some pics of them being used on women. I read about the hucow fetish and what it meant to be one. I got very wet and knew I had to at least try it. It was about a week after the meeting and I called him. I told him I was pretty nervous and it was probably crazy for me to consider this, but I decided I wanted to try it even if it was only one time. He said he understood and that his only word of caution was once I tried it there was a very good chance I would become addicted to it like a d**g. I thought about that as I hung up and still convinced myself that I would just try it once and see.I drove my truck over to his place which turned out to be only a couple of miles from where I lived. I was very lucky that my Sister in Law was living with me and could watch my daughter. She was lactating too and could feed her when I wasn't there. I drove up the gravel road to his house. It was an older farm house Yeşilköy Escort but looked very well maintained. Behind it was a large barn complex. There was a couple of paddocks and a large pasture. I could see the goat herd out there. He also had some cattle and horses. Getting out of my truck I took a deep breath and though that this feels right. A sense of calm came over me and I knew things would be OK.I knocked on the door of the house and he opened it and came out. He smiled and asked how I was doing and if I still wanted to try this. I told him I had to try it and he nodded saying he understood. I asked him about his ex-wife and her experience. He said after they got married he bought this place mainly from her encouragement. She got very involved with the dairy production. They sold the goats milk to a local health food co-op. It was a profitable business. One day he went out to the barn and found his wife naked on her hands and knees with the goat milking machine hooked up to her large breasts. He watched for awhile and then asked her what she was doing. She told him to just leave her alone that she was busy. He went over and checked on the machine she was using and saw that she was actually producing milk that was being pumped out of her. Not very much but he was a little shocked she had any at all because they didn't have any k**s. Apparently she had been using the milkers on herself in secret and had been able to induce lactation. Over time the amount of milk she produced steadily increased and he said it seemed like she was out in the barn all the time getting pumped.He was telling me this as we walked to the barn and I was listening intently to this story. All of sudden he stopped walking and so did I. I hadn't been paying attention and when I looked around I saw we were in the barn in the area where the goats were milked. The moment of truth was upon me. He had a large machine with a big stainless steel tank and lots of hoses. He could milk up to 6 goats at one time using it. He had another machine that was mounted on a wheeled cart with only 2 hoses. This was a portable one and he said I would be hooked up to it. There was a metal rack with some chains and straps next to the machine. He was showing me things so I would be familiar with them and not afraid of them. He said that during the milking procedure the female goat had to be restrained so she would try to jump down and get away while the hoses were attached to her teats. It didn't hurt them and actually calmed them down. His wife had used this exact rack and wanted to be restrained just like the goats. He waited for a response from me and I said that I wanted the same procedure used on me.I got the impression I really didn't have a choice. I was going to have to submit to whatever rules of procedure he had or I wasn't going to be able to try this. I had to trust him or walk away. He asked me if I had used a pump on my breasts this morning or had nursed. I said no that I didn't do either and that they were very full and swollen. He said that was good and was I ready to start. I took a deep breath and said yes. He didn't move and just looked at me. I thought for a minute and then realized what he was waiting for. He had said his wife was totally naked when she was hooked up to the milker. He was waiting for me to get undressed. I wasn't nervous about being naked in front of basically a stranger, it was just another Escort Yeşilköy step in submitting to being treated like livestock. I took off my top and jeans, then unhooked my bra and removed it and took off my panties. Once I was totally naked he told me to climb up on the rack, which I did.I was on my hands and knees. There was a pole with a little shelf on it at the front of the rack. He told me to place my chin on the shelf. I did and he took a chain that was attached to one side and wrapped it around the back of my neck and secured it to the other side. My head was secured now. I could look straight ahead but not down or to the sides. He then used some leather straps and secured my wrists and my legs to the rack to prevent me from slipping off it. So there I was, totally naked and secured to a metal rack so I couldn't move much at all. I was totally at his mercy. I could feel the weight of my overly milk filled breasts pulling them down. I felt a cool breeze blow through the barn and I knew my nipples were very hard and extended. I also knew my pussy was very wet and gave away the fact that my body was very excited right then. He went to the milking machine and turned the switch on. I heard the pump start. In made a rhythmic throbbing sound. He let it warm up and I guess checked some settings on it. He walked around to my left side and bend down. It was then I felt his warm hand on my left breast for the first time. His touch was firm but gentle and surprisingly not sexual in anyway. He was examining my breast the same way I imagine he examined a goats udders. In fact that?s really what my breasts were now, udders. His hand made its way to my nipple. He took it between his fingers and very expertly rolled it between them squeezing as he pulled down. He did it a couple of times and I could feel my milk let down and then squirt out from my nipple. He let go of it just as I closed my eyes. Then I felt it. He held the open end of the stainless steel tube, that was attached to the tube leading to the pump, up to my nipple. As soon as a suction seal was established my nipple was forcibly sucked down into the tube. I opened my eyes wide and said a very dirty word. I had used a regular breast pump before and have of course nursed a baby, but nothing prepared me for this feeling. It felt like my entire breast was being sucked down into that tube. I knew my nipple and entire areola was being pulled down and down deep into it. I felt the lining of the tube mechanically squeezing and the releasing me. There was no doubt that my milk was flowing, a lot. I was gritting my teeth trying to get used to this when he came around to my right breast and did the same thing to it. He got the milk flowing and then attached the other suction tube to my right nipple. It sucked it down just as forcibly and started a steady flow of milk from that one too. I thought I knew what this was going to feel like but I was wrong. I couldn't move so I just had to take it. I knew now why I was restrained. If I hadn't been I would have tried to remove the suction tubes.He walked around and stood in front of me. He looked me in the eyes. He didn't ask me how I was doing because I am sure he knew. He said that he had the suction setting as low as it could go and still have the tubes stay attached to my udders. He then turned and walked away leaving me alone there. I was naked and alone hooked up to a machine Yeşilköy Escort Bayan getting my milk pumped out of me. I was being treated just like a female goat or cow. I gradually got used to the force of the suction and the rhythm of the pump. I could feel the pressure inside my breasts slowly being relieved. The machine was very efficient and designed for one purpose. To drain the milk from udders. I had no idea what this was doing to my nipples. They were getting sore from being pulled and squeezed.I closed my eyes and just tried to zone off on the experience. I had no idea how long I had been there. I had no reference of time. All of a sudden the pump on the machine turned off. The tubes stayed attached to my nipples. It was very quiet except for some of the livestock making sounds. I wasn't sure if this was a cycle the machine went through and it was going to start up again or what. I heard someone coming and knew it was him. He walked over to the machine and checked it. He said that it had an automatic cutoff when the milk stopped flowing from the goats udders. He bent over me and with one hand holding one of the tubes he used his other hand to break the suction seal which kept it attached to my nipple. It was a strong seal and I thought I heard a pop when it was released. When he pulled it off of me I felt the cool air on my nipple and I winced. He went to the other side and did the same thing. He undid the straps on my wrists and legs and finally released my head. I had been on my hands and knees for a long time and was a little sore and stiff as I stood up. I felt like I had been through a heavy workout at the gym. I instinctively brought my hands up to my nipples and then looked down at them in shock.I stared at them and even though they were very sore I pulled on them. They were much much darker then before. Kind of a reddish brown. It was the length that amazed me. They didn't even look like my nipples. Or a human nipple at all, more like a goats teat. They had been pulled so far down into the tube it had super stretched them. I assumed they would eventually go back to normal but at the moment I was in awe. I also knew that my udders were fully drained. They hadn't felt like this in a long time and it was great. He told me to get dressed and then come into the house and we could talk. I decided to not put my bra back on over my sore nipples and after getting dressed I went into the house.We sat at the kitchen table. He got me something to drink and then he sat down. He again didn't ask me how I was feeling. He did say that the pump took some getting used to but in time would feel natural. He said he was glad I had decided to try it. He then said if I was going to continue it would only be by following his rules. I could not pick and choose which ones to obey. I would have to commit fully to them or not do this at all. He said if I came back for a second time then I would be required to be totally naked before I entered the barn and would remain so the entire time I was there. I would be treated exactly the same as any other livestock in there. They were very valuable to him and I would be too but just like them if I didn't cooperate I would be punished. He said any milk he pumped from my udders was his property to use in anyway he saw fit. I would be put on a pumping schedule which I must follow. I would eventually be required to spent extended time in the barn even overnight. My head was spinning from the enormity of the commitment that was being presented to me. I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff. He was right when he said that it was addicting. I had only done it once and I was already addicted to it. I only had one question for him. When do we start.