u/QuietlyMooing

1. My kink involves me being treated and milked like a dairy cow. I would be looking a custom video of a model who would be dressing up in a farm girl or country type outfit and would pretend to milk me off-screen with their hands and essentially pretending to milk a cow. You'd show me a bucket or something that you're milking into, sit down or squat and milk your cow. I love beinf encouraged to moo and don't be afraid to be firm with me if I'm moving around too much.

2. I am looking for female models of all sorts!

3. I would prefer free sub OnlyFans pages but I'd be open to a $5-$10 subscription for the right model.

4. I'd be open to paying anywhere between $10-20 a minute.

The rooster crowed as you rose from your slumber. The cool fall mornings greeted you, the sun barely rising over your fields as you walked towards the barn. As you opened the barn door I greeted you from my stall with an excited moo. As I called out to you, you grabbed a small leash from the rack on the wall and enter my stall, I was on all fours naked with my cowbell collar around my neck embossed with your initials. You pat my head and attach the leash to my collar, giving it a small tug as you lead me out of my stall and towards the wooden milking stand in one corner of the barn. You walked me up the ramp of the stand, the bell ringing and my milk laden udders swinging under me as I crawled up the stand. You pulled the lead through the wooden stanchion and slide it into the locking position, trapping my head in place. You unclipped the leash and walked back towards the rack. I mooed at you anxiously, "Steady girl, I'll be there in a minute" you reassure me as you fetch a metal pail and a three legged stool. Placing the stool down next to me, you scooted into place and slid the bucket under me.

You held my udders in your hands with a smile as you felt the milk inside, the swollen flesh tender in your hands as I mooed, almost a whine as the sensitive teats threaten to leak milk at any given moment. "Alright girl, alright," you said as you let my udders hang again, I squirmed on the milking stand on all fours, naked except for the cowbell around my neck ringing as I turned my head as much as I could manage to look back at you with my head secured. "Who would've thought this stand would work so well for hucows too," you chuckle, giving me a loving tap on the rear, right on the tattoo that functions as your brand. You run a damp rag over my udders, they feel heavy in your hands as you clean them and massage them with your hands. You rub them and bump them slightly. Chuckling to yourself at my huffs and panting, you scoot a bit closer with your stool.

"Alright sweet pea, let's get you milked," you resolve as you slide a metal pail under my hanging udders. Spitting in your hands, you take firm hold of my udders and confidently squeeze and make two thick bursts of milk loudly crash into the bottom of the pail.

The sharp metallic hiss of the milk striking the bottom in a steady rhythm fills the barn as you work. I let out a long appreciative moo as you begin, the milk flowing smoothly and easily as you alternate between the two teats. "That's my girl, Bessie cow, give down baby," you coo at me as you continue milking, picking up the speed a bit as my udders bounce in your hands in time with your tugs and squeezes. "Let's see if we can get two pails out of you this morning, think you got it in you, my pretty cow?" I turn my head again to look back at you, my eyes meet yours as the sound of the milk splashing noisily into the pail turns into a gentle sloshing sound as the milk climbs the pail. Mooooooooooooo!

\\\\\\\\- For fun, if this was a movie scene what song do you think would be playing during? What kind of shots do you think you'd see in the scene?

\\\\\\\\- I love when my farmers name me, so tell me what you'd name me if I was your cow.

\\\\\\\\- If you could choose anyone to help you milk your herd of hucows, who would it be? Can be real or fictional. Could be a celeb. Let me know!

\\\\\\\\- I'm maybe a little milking obsessed, but let me know if you've ever milked a cow or goat or something irl, it's always exciting to read about!

\\\\\\\\- Also up for just chat, I have plenty of dreams and fantasies about this kind of stuff! I'd love to tell you about my kinky adventures! I've gotten pretty dirty!

\\\\\\\\- I am down to play myself, an IRL, a celeb, someone fictional, it's your farm! I'm down for some kinky ideas as well. Maybe you want to blackmail your friend into serving as your cow or maybe you milk your cousin or your sister!

\\\\\\\\- If you read all the way to the bottom, tell me it's milking time in your message and whether you'd milk by hand or machine.

Kinks:

Bondage, I love being tethered for milking by my neck and sometimes my ankles as well. Milking stands and stanchions are also very welcome.

Milking, you'd never guess right? I really enjoy descriptions of milking and seeing actual animals get milked is basically my porn.

Praise, calling me a "good girl" or a "good cow" while you're milking me turns me into the most obedient and docile cow you've ever seen.

Hands, I love descriptions of hands and fingers. Probably connected to the milking but hands can also be so hot to me.

Saliva, in a pretty good amount of the milking fantasies I have I can't help but picture my farmer just spitting into their hands and going right in to milk me. No idea why, but it's always been kinda hot to me.

Oil, pretty much the same reason as above.

As I type this I'm tied to my bedpost, pretending it's the milking post in your barn, all that's left is for you sit down on a stool and slide that bucket under me or pinch that pail between your knees and lean into my side. Do you think you're up to the task, farmer?

How do I simulate milking? I hump a pillow "udder" I've created for myself in time to an audio clip of a cow being milked by hand. Do you use a stanchion instead of a tether? Let me know and I'll stick my head through my bedframe slats and use a travel pillow to make it so I can't pull my head out. I chew a large wad of gum during milking to simulate the cud I just pulled from your pasture. I'm the real deal and I'm meant for people who yearn for life on a dairy farm, I'm your cow. Moooooooooooo!

"You really want to do this tonight? With my sisters sleeping in the living room just outside the door?"

I try to talk you out of it but you won't drop it. Ever since we first started dating you've had this fixation on my boobs. Always making jokes about milking the cow and I never thought you were serious until tonight. You certainly look serious as you pass me the cowbell collar and tell me to get on my hands and knees. I roll my eyes but you did agree to let my sisters stay on such short notice and I did say I'd try it.

I get down on my hands and knees and you follow me down, tying a little rope around my collar and leading me back towards the bed with a firm tug. You tether me to the bedpost like you're hitching a cow before getting a little bucket and sitting down next to me. My boobs hang in front of you like cow udders, swinging and swaying as I adjust on all fours. You put the bucket under me and begin to massage my tits. I moan a little and clap a hand to my mouth as I feel your fingers get ready to squeeze. It's milking time on the farm whether this cow likes it or not.

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My fetish involves being treated like a dairy cow and I like to get on all fours and hump pillows while I moo. I basically have fetishized being milked on a farm.

Ever since my roommate told me that she grew up on a farm and mentioned milking cows I haven't been able to get the picture of her milking me out of my head and this was my first opportunity to act on it. Her tying me to a post, sitting down on a stool next to me and sliding a bucket under me was a mental image I couldn't ignore. Knowing I live with a hot farm girl and I can't reveal my dairy cow desires, I need to find a way to be her cow.

I set my usual early morning milking alarm, a rooster crowing and let myself doze off. When I woke up to the sound of the rooster crowing I did a quick check to make sure she wasn't actually home and knew I had the house to myself. I went back in my room and stripped down to my cow form, naked with my cowbell collar, my cowtag earring, and a tail plug I've been using. As I left my room on all fours and crawled down the hall, I pictured her behind herding me towards the barn (her room). I swayed my hips as I crawled and felt my tail hitting my legs. My bell jingles with just about every movement.

I put over her pillows the towel I use to cover up anything and got some things to give me her scent while I humped. I had her shirt, some socks, a bra, and some underwear. I smelled my farm girl on them, her sweat and effort as she spanked me into the stanchion, my head between the bars of her bedframe and, locked my head into place. My udder under me was her pillows, in between my legs as I balanced on all fours. I put on my favourite audio of a cow being milked by hand. I hear her set her milk pail under me and begin to milk. I humped to the rhythm of the audio, the pail underneath was splashing with my milk as my roommate squeezed my udder. I smelled her shirt and could smell her sweat as she milked the cow in the hot barn. Her socks also smelled like the hard work of dairy farming as I pictured her leaning forward on her stool next to me and working me firmly and the audio sped up. I could barely move my head in the stanchion enough to see her behind me.

I couldn't stop milking, not while my roommate was working me like that. The metallic hissing of the empty pail was turning into wet splashing and sloshing as I kept giving my milk. I bounced up and down on the pillows in time with her milking, her bedframe creaking under me like the stool under her as she adjusted on it. I smelled her bra and let my cow self take hold, I ran my tongue along the inside of her bra and tasted our morning together in the barn. My bell collar was ringing and my tail was hitting my legs and swaying side to side as I let myself do what I'd been dying to do. I raised my head in the stanchion and let out a moo that echoed off her walls and ceiling, it got a bit whiny as it trailed off, if only because I was getting close.

Letting out a trembling moo, I finished on her pillows as she milked me out completely, the audio slowing down as she stripped the last milk out of my teats. I realized that I'd forgotten my feeding trough completely and took her underwear and put it in my mouth. I rolled it side to side, tasting my farm girl as I mooed around it.

What's the cow doing now? I'm still in the stanchion, still chewing my farm girl's underwear. It'll be milking time again soon, mooooooo!

The rooster crowed as you rose from your slumber. The cool fall mornings greeted you, the sun barely rising over your fields as you walked towards the barn. As you opened the barn door I greeted you from my stall with an excited moo. As I called out to you, you grabbed a small leash from the rack on the wall and enter my stall, I was on all fours naked with my cowbell collar around my neck embossed with your initials. You pat my head and attach the leash to my collar, giving it a small tug as you lead me out of my stall and towards the wooden milking stand in one corner of the barn. You walked me up the ramp of the stand, the bell ringing and my milk laden udders swinging under me as I crawled up the stand. You pulled the lead through the wooden stanchion and slide it into the locking position, trapping my head in place. You unclipped the leash and walked back towards the rack. I mooed at you anxiously, "Steady girl, I'll be there in a minute" you reassure me as you fetch a metal pail and a three legged stool. Placing the stool down next to me, you scooted into place and slid the bucket under me.

You held my udders in your hands with a smile as you felt the milk inside, the swollen flesh tender in your hands as I mooed, almost a whine as the sensitive teats threaten to leak milk at any given moment. "Alright girl, alright," you said as you let my udders hang again, I squirmed on the milking stand on all fours, naked except for the cowbell around my neck ringing as I turned my head as much as I could manage to look back at you with my head secured. "Who would've thought this stand would work so well for hucows too," you chuckle, giving me a loving tap on the rear, right on the tattoo that functions as your brand. You run a damp rag over my udders, they feel heavy in your hands as you clean them and massage them with your hands. You rub them and bump them slightly. Chuckling to yourself at my huffs and panting, you scoot a bit closer with your stool.

"Alright sweet pea, let's get you milked," you resolve as you slide a metal pail under my hanging udders. Spitting in your hands, you take firm hold of my udders and confidently squeeze and make two thick bursts of milk loudly crash into the bottom of the pail.

The sharp metallic hiss of the milk striking the bottom in a steady rhythm fills the barn as you work. I let out a long appreciative moo as you begin, the milk flowing smoothly and easily as you alternate between the two teats. "That's my girl, Bessie cow, give down baby," you coo at me as you continue milking, picking up the speed a bit as my udders bounce in your hands in time with your tugs and squeezes. "Let's see if we can get two pails out of you this morning, think you got it in you, my pretty cow?" I turn my head again to look back at you, my eyes meet yours as the sound of the milk splashing noisily into the pail turns into a gentle sloshing sound as the milk climbs the pail. Mooooooooooooo!

\\- For fun, if this was a movie scene what song do you think would be playing during? What kind of shots do you think you'd see in the scene?

\\- I love when my farmers name me, so tell me what you'd name me if I was your cow.

\\- If you could choose anyone to help you milk your herd of hucows, who would it be? Can be real or fictional. Could be a celeb. Let me know!

\\- I'm maybe a little milking obsessed, but let me know if you've ever milked a cow or goat or something irl, it's always exciting to read about!

\\- Also up for just chat, I have plenty of dreams and fantasies about this kind of stuff! I'd love to tell you about my kinky adventures! I've gotten pretty dirty!

\\- I am down to play myself, an IRL, a celeb, someone fictional, it's your farm! I'm down for some kinky ideas as well. Maybe you want to blackmail your friend into serving as your cow or maybe you milk your cousin or your sister!

\\- If you read all the way to the bottom, tell me it's milking time in your message and whether you'd milk by hand or machine.

Kinks:

Bondage, I love being tethered for milking by my neck and sometimes my ankles as well. Milking stands and stanchions are also very welcome.

Milking, you'd never guess right? I really enjoy descriptions of milking and seeing actual animals get milked is basically my porn.

Praise, calling me a "good girl" or a "good cow" while you're milking me turns me into the most obedient and docile cow you've ever seen.

Hands, I love descriptions of hands and fingers. Probably connected to the milking but hands can also be so hot to me.

Saliva, in a pretty good amount of the milking fantasies I have I can't help but picture my farmer just spitting into their hands and going right in to milk me. No idea why, but it's always been kinda hot to me.

Oil, pretty much the same reason as above.

As I type this I'm tied to my bedpost, pretending it's the milking post in your barn, all that's left is for you sit down on a stool and slide that bucket under me or pinch that pail between your knees and lean into my side. Do you think you're up to the task, farmer?

How do I simulate milking? I hump a pillow "udder" I've created for myself in time to an audio clip of a cow being milked by hand. Do you use a stanchion instead of a tether? Let me know and I'll stick my head through my bedframe slats and use a travel pillow to make it so I can't pull my head out. I chew a large wad of gum during milking to simulate the cud I just pulled from your pasture. I'm the real deal and I'm meant for people who yearn for life on a dairy farm, I'm your cow. Moooooooooooo!