FUCKING AND LACTATING IN LAS VEGAS HUCOW TANYA
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Becoming A HuCow - Part 1 free porn video
Becoming a HuCow part 1
"Fuuuuuuuckkkkkkk," I scream in my head but all that comes out is a
long loud moo as my rancher pumps his magnificent 12 inch penis inside
and out of his pussy. Secured in the barn with suction cups milking my
tender breasts and another pump sucking my clitty dry over and over
again. The sound of moos filling the barn and the ringing of the bell's
on all the Rancher's cows ringing wildly as we are all fucked
senseless.
He's mad today, I think in my head, some of the other cows are clearly
not pulling their weight with their milk production but I don't care
I'm his best producing cow so that's why I'm getting rewarded today.
I feel the anger and the passion as my Rancher is pumping me with
everything he has, it's a rare honour to feel him inside me as with 50
other cows he has his fair share of choices, but for now he is all mine
as I cum again and again and again.
It's not like I lack attention as for every 5 of us cows there is a
bull to service us. These bulls are absolutely strapping, radiating
extreme muscles and power, but as I always think to myself they are
never the rancher, the dominant man that turned me from a shy man
exploring his options to nothing more than a lactating piece of fuck-
meat.
2 Years ago
I had had these fantasises all my life but as always had been taught to
repress them and ignore it for the sake of normality, however with my
latest messy breakup, the bitch never appreciated anything that I had
done for her I decided to have a little fun.
I had always fantasised about being a woman for a good man, well a
muscled and strong man which is the same for me but that is all it had
been, a fantasy nothing more. Well with the bitch gone and no one else
significant In my life I decided to see if this is truly what I wanted.
It started slow as with everything, I wrote a few stories and posted
them online, anonymously of course, not expecting anyone to like them,
but over time I started to receive some good feedback, there were
others like me that enjoyed this. Eventually I wrote more and more and
got in contact with others that felt like me on both sides of the coin.
It was an email with the rancher that got me hooked. He could tell
instantly that I was a submissive writing this and started to tease and
torment me with ideas beyond what I had imagined. The way he wrote
screamed that he was in command and in control and after just a few
days of messages I was smitten.
He asked me to complete tasks for him which I of course complied with.
After all this is the submissive thrill that I had been seeking, but as
always I made sure to protect myself completely. I had VPN's and secure
emails to make sure that no-one could ever discover who I was. To start
with he was satisfied that I told him I completed the tasks, but after
a number of weeks he demanded proof that I was being faithful and
wanted photo evidence.
My inner alarms went off. No I was not going to do that. I didn't owe
him anything and told him squarely over email that if he wanted to
continue talking with me then he would accept that I was being
faithful. I was not going to expose myself like that.
His response was simple yet heartbreaking, "OK have a nice life."
What? He was just going to cut ties with me? The bastard, I had been
completing his tasks for almost a month now. Well fuck him I could
still write my stories and talk to my friends.
It was another month before I broke.
The day after his message I was defiant.
3 Days later I was getting worried but I brushed it off, of course he
would send me a message. I had my stories to write and my friends to
talk to, but I could tell something was off. All they would do is talk
about fantasies and never about implementing them, I asked a few people
to give me tasks to do but they were so lame, boring and uninspired.
The rancher (which is always how he had introduced himself) would test
me with my growing selection of toys and lingerie. Once he made me go
out and buy female clothing in my size at a lare department store or
another time take a bike ride through the forest wearing my butt plug
and collar outdoors in view of everyone. Another time although it was
late at night he made me put on full make-up and walk for half an hour
around my local streets. That was terrifying and the paranoid side
within me was sure I was recognised on a few occasions.
It then hit me. I was willing to do all that but not post a few photo's
online to the Rancher. I was being silly, I could still protect my
identity and send some proof, so I swallowed my pride and asked for his
forgiveness. I told him I would send proof that I was following his
orders but I wouldn't show my face as I had too much to loose if my
activities became public.
I waited a whole nerve racking week and then finally got my response. I
clicked open as soon as I saw it.
It simply read:
Slut
If you disobey me again I will walk away for good.
You may protect your identity but failure to comply and complete every
task and provide evidence within the timeline will show me that you are
not serious.
If you fail me again I will walk away for good.
The Rancher
I was ecstatic, that thrill that had been missing these past 5 weeks
immediately returned and as fast as I could I responded saying that I
would obey every order he gave me from now on.
The next day the rancher sent me a list of items to purchase, and oh my
it was a huge list.
I had already gathered a number of items but this list looked like I
was going to become a full blown sissy. The rancher had given me to the
end of the weekend to purchase this and I was told that I had to buy
all of the items in person and not online, in fact apart from a few
difficult to procure items I always from now on had to buy in person. I
was also forbidden from this point on from telling anyone that they
were for my girlfriend or not for me if they asked. Finally if anyone
gave me an order then I had to obey (with the exception of anything
sexual, unless I was willing to comply)
This is why I needed my Rancher. He wouldn't let me get off easily and
I knew the humiliation that I would feel on Saturday would be immense.
That night as I lay in bed I played with myself thinking of my Rancher
I came after only a minute of playing. God he had got me so horny and
fluttered. This was exactly what I wanted when I had decided to dip my
toes into this lifestyle but it seemed the rancher had grabbed out and
was going to pull me all the way in.
Saturday morning arrived and I woke up eager and excited and massively
trepid about the day about to come. After getting up and getting
dressed, the Rancher made me wear my silk lingerie that I had
previously bought for him under my clothes I made my way to the tube
station with 2 large bags and into central London.
I had a huge list of outfits and sex toys to buy but I had planned my
day so that I would hopefully have the smallest amount of humiliation
as possible. First of all since it was only 8.00 and the streets were
very empty and the shops only just opening I went to the major stores
to purchase the lingerie, dresses and make-up that the Rancher
required. Entering the store I quickly went to the lingerie department
and having a look at my checklist saw that I needed 7 sets of matching
bra's and panties either in pink or red (this was a theme for my new
clothing as the rancher told me - I was always to be in some form of
pink for now on as Sissy's like me should be proud of their
femininity.)
I had already planned in advance and had my size and measurements ready
and quickly pinked out 7 sets of matching bra's and panties, all silky
with different colour lace decorations. My penis started to get a
little hard thinking about wearing these later but I controlled myself
and moved to to buy the required stockings and garter belts that was
needed.
Once done I moved to the clothes department where I needed to select 7
outfits of my choosing but it had to include 4 dresses and 3 shirt and
skirt combinations. Immediately despite the growing humiliation I loved
what the rancher had forced me to do. This is why woman must love
shopping so much as I could see so many amazing outfits to choose from.
3 dresses were obvious picks for me, a baby blue a pink and a red but I
was deliberating on a little black cocktail dress that stopped just
below my ass or one that flared out at the bottom.
I must have been there for a while as I heard a voice behind me as if I
needed help.
I jumped instantly and quickly replied that I was fine.It was then that
the moment I dreaded happened.
"I think the cocktail dress would look nice on your girlfriend, what
size is she?"
I panicked, the rancher had made the rules clear and I couldn't lie to
him.
I stood there in silence for 30 seconds.
"unless it's for you sexy?" came the response.
Turning the other way I meekly managed to get out, "Yes they are for me."
The assistant giggled as I turned around to see a gorgeous looking
woman in her early 20's about my age with a huge smile on her face. She
had jet black hair a slight Hispanic look upon her and a toned athletic
body. Her breasts could have been a little bigger for my liking but her
ass was absolutely gorgeous and I could see on her name tag it said
Carla.
"I think you should try them on," she said, in obvious delight at my
situation.
"Yes Carla," was all I could say, before she grabbed my arm and puled
me to the dressing rooms.
I whispered, "I still need another 3 outfits."
Quickly and very briefly I explained my situation. Since it was still
early and the shop quite empty she took it upon herself to be my
personal shopper and before I knew it I had a number of outfits to try
on for her. I must have been bright red by this point but kept my eyes
down as a couple of other store assistants came over at her request to
help me.
Before I knew it we were all in the disabled changing room and I was
ordered to strip and model the outfits.
Complying immediately I heard them all laugh as I stripped and exposed
that I was wearing a pink bra and panties and fishnet stockings.
We must have spent an hour trying on the various outfits before they
selected 4 dresses and 3 shirt skirt combinations for me as well as
pair of black stilettos and pink pumps for me before dragging me to the
beauty department.
There Carla remained whilst the other 2 giggling went back to the
clothes department. She called over another colleague and friend of
hers and gave me an hour instruction on how to apply make-up
professionally whilst my shame grew as the day started to get busier.
She applied a layer of foundation and clear lip gloss and some
eyeshadow. So delicate that if you wasn't paying attention you would
miss it but clear enough that if you looked at me it was clear I was
wearing make-up.
I thanked both of them and added a huge amount of make-up to my
shopping basket.
As I was going to run to the till to pay and get out of the shop Carla
gave me a card with her number on it and whispered in my ear.
"I think you look god damn sexy, call me when you want to have a little
play time." And with that she left.
I was left with mixed feelings Carla was of course beautiful but the
humiliation I felt during these hours meant I was not sure I could ever
face her again.
Running to the till I paid quickly having to tell an older lady at the
cashier desk they were for me when she commented my girlfriend was a
lucky lady. The look of disgust on her face made me go more red if that
was possible and I ran out of the store.
After moving away from the shop I managed to calm my nerves and ran
into a coffee shop to calm down and process what had happened.
After this I had a large number of toys to purchase.
Funnily enough this didn't scare me as much as buying the lingerie and
outfits in the main store. I was going to Soho so this wouldn't be
something out of the ordinary down there.
I went into the one of the largest BDSM stores there and checking my
list started to buy what I was ordered to. Most of it was standard
submissive equipment, cuffs, gags dildos, anal plugs and then I came to
the collars. I needed to buy 3 collars a simple thin black one with a
small metal link in the front that I would wear constantly no matter
what I was doing. A large pink fluffy one that spelt "SISSY" on the
front and a large black posture collar the largest that the store had.
My final requirement was a chastity cage. The item that ironically
always got me hard thinking about.
Now I don't have a small penis, in fact when erect it gets to about 8
inches so I needed a larger style cage but as always it had to be in
pink. I looked at the selection and bought the large pink cage made in
soft silicone and went to pay for the items.
This time it was a handsome young guy at the checkout and he was
grinning wildly as he saw what I was buying.
Immediately he asked if I was someone's sissy and through my
humiliation I said yes and explained briefly. Clearly I let too much
slip as he clocked that he could give me orders that I needed to obey.
"You should put your cage on Sissy," he said to me and I blushed
massively and mumbled back, "Yes."
"Yes sir," he corrected me "and put on your sissy collar and put in a
butt plug, there is a changing room in the back"
"Yes sir," I meekly replied and ran into the back to get changed.
The rancher had known that I was going to be his chastised sissy since
I had agreed to his terms so I was already completely shaven across my
entire body which I had performed last night. I stripped down to my
lingerie and tried to get the cage on but due to my obvious love of how
I was being treated I was fully erect and couldn't get it on.
I started to Masturbate to get rid of my erection and took a few
minutes before the guy came to check on me as I was taking too long.
"Who told you, you could masturbate sissy?"
"Sorry sir," was all I could managed, but he clearly loved my look in
the lingerie and the clear humiliation and submissiveness on my face.
As ordered I put my sissy collar on and the plug in and at his command
bent over his knee where he proceeded to give me 20 hard spanks with me
thanking him for each one.
Of course this had the opposite effect that I needed and my erection
grew if that was even still possible.
"I can help you sissy," he commented, "if you ask nicely." And he
slowly started to rub my penis.
"Please sir," I responded, "I need your help."
"Only if you take care of me first," he said and undid his trousers.
I don't know what came over me, this was all moving so fast but
embracing my submissive side I didn't even think. I dropped onto my
knees and took his already stiff member out with my hands.
This was it, my first penis and gay experience.
I should have been more nervous but with my hormones raging and
accepting the ranchers control over me it was easy to submit and
feeling all masculinity leaving me I kissed the tip of his penis, and
felt a shiver run through my whole body.
I started slow as I had seen on videos the Rancher had commanded me to
watch, licking the head his penis swirling my tongue around before
slowly going up and down his shaft making sure not to miss anything.
The smell was slightly musky and he gave of a masculine energy that
made the thrill even greater.
I then moved to cupping his balls as I tried to take as much down my
throat as possible. Only managing a pathetic couple of inches before
gagging and having to take it out. The man however grabbed the back of
my head and forcing me to again take as much as possible before gagging
again and spluttering his penis out.
Laughing he simply stated that I needed more practice and I was given
instructions on how he liked to be serviced and after 10 minutes I was
licking sucking slurping all over my first amazing cock. At the same
time he commanded me to play with myself and after only seconds I was
on the edge ready to cum.
"Only when I cum sissy," came the replay so I slowed down to a gentle
stroke keeping me right on the edge
Another 5 minutes and I felt the man tense and grunt loudly and
eventually and shoot a huge load of salty cum straight down my throat
instantly I quickened my pace and had the most amazing orgasm I ever
through possible.
All I thought of at that time was the intense pleasure sweeping over me
and pumping stream after stream of my cum out and I received stream
after stream of cum down my throat. Nothing else mattered right now but
my orgasm and the feeling of intense pleasure sweeping through me.
It was at this time that I felt the most humiliated I had ever been in
my life. With the tension and horniness emptied out of my balls and out
of me I felt pure humiliation and disgust at what I had done today. I
was meant to be a man not a cock loving sissy, what had driven me to
these feelings? I guess what I had been reading about was right, once
the orgasm was over what I was willing to do before would go away, but
despite these feelings there was no denying it now I had loved sucking
a cock whilst I was in that submissive state and a cock sucking sissy
is what I would always be. I could now feel the salty taste of his cum
in my throat and knew that despite the mixed feelings and remorse I had
I would eventually do this again and again and again.
As my erection quickly died down the man put the ring over my penis and
balls and slipped the soft pink silicone device over my penis. Then
with expert precision he attached the mechanism and the padlock clicked
into place locking my clitty away.
"Clean up your mess with your tongue sissy," he commanded, "and then
come to the front to pay."
With that he left me and sobbing softly at what I had willingly become
I licked my own cum off the floor mixing it with the taste of his salty
cum still in my mouth.
As I got redressed and went to pay I could see a number of other
customers giggling as they had heard and listened to what had just
happened. I quickly paid and again the handsome man gave me his card
with his number telling me to call him when free.
I quickly removed the sissy collar and put on my black collar feeling
the intense humiliation of walking in public as I was. My bright red
face got even more flushed as I could hear comments from passers by a
few cat calls from guys and girls. Holding my emotions back I almost
ran to the station avoiding anyone on the rapidly busy streets.
I got a few looks on the train ride home and thankfully none of my
neighbours saw me enter the flat and ride the elevator back to my
apartment.
Rushing to get through the door as quick as possible I slammed it shut
and burst into tears my emotions finally getting the better of me.
After a while and a couple of teas to calm my nerves I started to feel
better. Honestly I had never felt the thrill and exhilaration of this
morning and I was desperately craving more.
It had only been a day and I already had 2 people wanting to play with
me, but first and foremost I belonged to the Rancher. I was already so
lost in this world that I felt pure excitement for what the future
would bring, but for now I had to obey my instructions and put the keys
to my chastity in a time release box and set the timer for 7 days.
I then cleaned myself and the apartment before putting on my new pink
lingerie with the fishnet stockings remaining. I then practised my
make-up for the next 2 hours before settling on a nice pink theme for
my Rancher and applying my first ever corset. It wasn't so bad as I had
read about but then when pulling the laces tighter it got harder and
harder to breath. I knew anything less that as tight as possible would
fail my instructions so through clenched teeth I pulled tighter and
tighter until it could go no further and tied the strings behind my
back. I then completed the look by putting on my new pink dress and
pink pumps.
Finally I put on my latex Pink mask with a couple of fake blonde
strands of hair coming out of each side and admiring myself in the
mirror I looked like a stunning pink transvestite. I made a little
snack for myself as with the corset crushing my waist I had very little
appetite and then when 7.00 came round I logged online as per my
instructions and waited patiently in the webcam for my Rancher to
arrive.
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