Page 29 of Milking His Lass

“My, my. It must be something dreadfully erotic for you to hide from me after being so bold. What is it, my delightful cow? Want me to get you off in some depraved way? Want me to lick your asshole as my fingers stuff you cunt so full you can barely move?”

“Well… I didn’t,” I manage to squeak, doing my best to straighten my shoulders. “But now that you mentioned it.”

He tilts his head back and laughs, the guttural sound washing over my skin, causing goosebumps to explode over my body. Such a decadent noise, one that sounds a tad rusty. It’s as if he hasn’t had occasion to use his throat in such a way before now.

“Then what is it? Come. You’re about to do what I can only imagine, one of the most humiliating things of your life thus far. It can’t be worse than what’s planned for you.”

My eyes nearly cross as his voice drops into a purr. I didn’t think a man was capable of making such a sound. But then, he’s not exactly a man, is he? Groaning, I pitch forward.

“Maybe I should do the embarrassing thing first and get it over with?”

“Your choice. Come.” He walks over to a bare spot next to an enormous tub and presses a button.

From the tile, small blades of grass appear. Fuck me. My own bit of earth to piss on. The technical side of my brain, the one that never fully shuts up, finds the process fascinating. Where did it come from? How can it look so soft yet penetrate stone?

Drifting away from Master Antroli’s side, I hunch down and touch the blueish blades, marveling at how soft they are. Just like the grasses on the side of the road. Enchanting! It’s insane, really, to find such a thing enthralling, yet I can’t seem to stop finding such joy and wonder in these small moments.

I sit there for countless seconds, just touching and admiring until my Master clears his throat. “I thought you needed to pee. Or are you lying just like earlier?”

“No,” I manage to squeak out. “I have to go. I- I’m just waiting for you to leave.”

He crosses his arms and looks down his nose at me. “Not happening.”

“I- You want to watch me pee? Didn’t know that was your kink, but okay.”

Again, he tilts his head to the side for a moment before smiling. “Not fetish. Well, not exactly. More like it’s a different one. I don’t care if you’re peeing or doing some other humanly function. What I crave is control in every aspect.”

“Just my luck to end up with a control freak,” I mutter under my breath.

“My hearing is far more acute than you give me credit for. Now pee, or I’ll make you hold it.”

“For how long?”

He gives me a predatory smile. “For as long as it takes for you to wet yourself.”

“You wouldn’t!” My voice is soft, lost as I stare at the madman.

“Try me if you like. What is it you humans say? Attempt at your leisure? The result will not be what you want. Or something like that.”

“I think you’re looking for fuck around and find out.”

“Ah. That does sound a bit more succinct. Now then, care to find out?”

“No, Master.” I detest the sullen, almost pouty note to my voice.

I’m a woman, dammit. Yet, in a matter of sentences, he’s reduced me to such an infantile state. I stare at the grass, narrowing my eyes as I take in my mortal enemy. It would be so easy to fuck around. Unfortunately, the longer we’ve been talking, the more my bladder screams at me, demanding I empty it.

My lips turn up into a grimace as I crawl over, hunching so that my backside just barely grazes the grass. Of all the humiliating things. It was bad enough when the Medical Ranchers made me do it in a cup, but that was more for medical purposes. This is all for his sadistic pleasure.

Biting my bottom lip, I hunch down a little further so he won’t actually be able to see me. Unfortunately, the arsehole squats down beside me and lifts my tail. Heat infuses my face as I turn away, determined to not let him see just how his degradation is affecting me.

His fingers seek out my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “Come on, my pretty little cow. You can do it. Just relax and let yourself go.”

“Easy for you to say,” I grind out. “No one is watching you take a piss in a patch of unnatural grass.”

“Oh? Is that what’s holding you back? By all means then. Allow me to help alleviate your concern.”

He lets go of me and stands in front, sliding his zipper down in a slow, unhurried stroke. My mouth dries as I take in his toned abs. For a moment, I actually forget why he’s undressing.

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