Milking Kitten

"Come here, Kitten! It's time for you milking!"

My girlfriend, Kathy, peeked around the corner of the doorway. She was on all fours, dressed in her Kitten outfit: white, fuzzy cat ears in her golden hair, white paw mittens, a leather collar with a bell, white leggings and a soft, long white tail with a lavender ribbon tied on it. Otherwise she was naked, as an innocent Kitten should be!

"Well, come on in Kitten, and hop up on the table. Let's get this done!"

Kitten pouted and backed up a bit. Sometimes she was skittish about being milked, but it had to be done.

"Now, Kitten, be a good girl and get on the table. Don't make me use this!" I slapped my palm with a ridding crop, which I sometimes used to encourage Kitten to behave, and it made a loud snapping sound.

Hearing that, Kitten, reluctantly climbed up onto the milking table.

"That's a good girl," I told her as a strapped her wrists to the front corners of the padded table. "Now knees apart!" Kitten, on all fours on the table, pushed her knees apart and I strapped them to the sides of the table.

The table had been expensive to construct, but when I learned the value of high-quality pussy juice on the open market, I realized I could easily make a profit.

I had heard that high quality pussy juice could go for quite a lot of money. The market, however, was flooded with low or mediocre quality juice. I don't know what made me think that my new girlfriend, Kathy, might be of those one in a hundred thousand girls that could produce the purest and highest quality pussy juice, but maybe it was her youth, or her angelic face, or innocent looks, or vivid blue eyes or soft skin. In any case, I collected a sample and had it sent off and analyzed. I was floored when the lab report came back saying that Kathy produced 100% grade "A" pussy juice and I had hit the jackpot!

What's more, it was 100% grade "A" VIRGIN pussy juice. Yes, that's true. My live-in girlfriend was still a virgin. We were just about to set up a romantic weekend to deflower her when the report came back. To her disappointment we would have to be satisfied with oral sex for a while as virgin pussy juice was worth twice as much as regular pussy juice.

I next slipped the T shaped hip holder onto the table, locking it into position under Kathy's hips. The holder was padded, as was the whole table, to make my kitten as comfortable as possible during the milking process. After all, a comfortable Kitten would make more pussy juice than an uncomfortable one, wouldn't she? The top of the padded "T" sat under her hips and I tightened a large, leather belt across her back, strapping her to it so she couldn't move. This was important as I would position the catch jar, with its' funnel just under her cunt. If she moved around too much there was a chance that a drop of the precious juice might be lost on the table, and at a value of several hundred dollars a liquid ounce, I didn't want any of it wasted.

The next step was to clean Kitten's pussy of any foreign matter that might have come off her panties or other clothes. I pulled a rubber glove on my right "milking" hand and took a soft clean brush and gently applied it to her freshly shaved pussy and clit. I always made sure my Kitten was carefully and fully shaved as it was important not to pollute the pussy collection jar with stray pubic hairs. The soft brushing made her giggle and seemed to put her in the mood for a good milking!

Next, I moved her tail out of the way flipping it onto her back, uncapped the glass catch jar and put the funnel in the top. Then positioned it on the table directly under Kathy's cunt.

My position for milking Kitten was next to the table on her left side so that my left hand could easily reach the top part of her body so I could stimulate her by playing with her breasts. Meanwhile my right "milking" hand could reach around her thigh, behind to her tight little ass where her pussy hung between her perfect thighs.

With everything in position I then started to her stroke soft skin with my ungloved left hand running over her back, stroking her neck, running through her hair, sliding it below and up her soft, soft belly to finally play with her tits.

My Kitten started moaning and purring with this attention. Meanwhile my right gloved hand started to give her pussy a squeeze with the finger tips stroking her clit and my thumb rubbing her pussy lips.

It wasn't long before this action started producing those precious droplets of crystal-clear juice which soon covered her cunt lips. As I played with her, more and more of them appeared until her lips where heavy with the gleaming droplets.

When the lips were completely saturated with the slippery liquid, it was time to do some gathering. I used my gloved hand to pull on the lips, stretch them out, and they gently wring them so that the gathered juice would run out, fall into the funnel and start filling the catch jar.

I repeated this process several times over the next ten minutes, slowly filling the jar. After that, however, the yield I was getting began to slow and I knew it was necessary to increase the stimulation to keep Kitten's pussy milk flowing.

With my left hand I picked up a spindle shaped, plastic vibrator and flipped it on. Applying it carefully to Kathy's clit. It had an immediate effect. Kitten started moaning and whimpering with pleasure. More importantly, her pussy juice started flowing now in copious amounts. It was no longer necessary to gather it by wringing out her pussy lips. It was coming so thick and quickly, that I could simply insert two, gloved fingers into her cunt and scoop the viscous, priceless liquid out. I smiled as I saw the catch jar filling with liquid gold!

This was the hardest part of the milking, however. I had to be careful not to over stimulate Kathy's clit or she would climax too soon, ending the milking operation too early. For a successful milking I had to drain her completely. This meant "edging" her on the precipice of an orgasm, without letting her go over. Unfortunately, after a fifteen minutes or so this could be a bit uncomfortable for Kitten.

"Please let Kitten cum! Please, Kitten needs to cum! Please, Daddy, PLEASE!" she begged, pitifully.

Of course, as I couldn't let Kitten orgasm too soon, I only could try and comfort her.

"Be a good Kitten! Daddy will let you cum in a few minutes after we harvest all your pussy juice, okay? In the meanwhile, hush, otherwise I'll have to put your ball gag on you."

This quieted, but didn't quite satisfy Kitten as she continued to quietly beg for release, but I kept my mind on the job at hand. This effect was one of the reasons I so tightly secured Kathy to the table to make sure she wasn't temped to self-stimulate and cum too early.

I also had rules about her not masturbating in between milking sessions, which would, of course, decrease her yield. These were quite easy rules for Kathy to obey, as she had been raised in a strict religious home and taught that young ladies did not touch themselves or allow lustful thoughts. It was much harder for her when she was in Kitten mode, however, because of her animal nature. Of course this unrestrained animal nature was one of the things Kathy loved about being a Kitten and one of the things I loved about her Kitten identity.

After another twenty-five minutes, however, it was clear that her yield was slowing again as her pussy became exhausted. I had one final trick, however, to get the last drop of pussy juice out of her. I turned up the vibrator to full, while at the same time pushing my thumb up her cunt and finding her "G" spot at the base of her clit. With my thumb inside her and my fingers outside and I rolled round ball of her clit root in between causing waves of ecstasy to run through her body.

"OMG, Kitten is cumming! Kitten is CUMMING!" she screamed.

Her pussy spasmed pushing the last of the precious, clear liquid out her body and dribbling into the jar. The went on for over a full minute, until Kitten collapsed on the table, totally exhausted, but held in place by the ties on her legs and arms and by the T supporting her hips.

As she was still slumped there I removed the jar from between her legs, shook the funnel out to make sure every drop went inside the jar and then careful capped the jar, marked the date of the milking and carefully put it in the refrigerator. It was important to put this away safely before doing anything else as it was probably worth over a $1000.00!

With that taken care of I went back to Kitten and untied and unbelted her limp body, still fatigued from the milking. I carried her nearly naked figure over to the coach, wrapped a blanket around her and laid her head on my lap. She slept for a little while as I stroked her hair.

As I looked down on her I thought about what a wonderful Kitten I had. And quite a money maker!

While the whole process had fatigued her, it had also take quite a toll on me too! Hearing her moan and beg had left me quite aroused and as soon as she rested I would have her kneel before me and give me a long, slow blow job. Emptying myself on her pretty face and seeing my sticky seed dripping from her cheeks always helped to release my tension. After all, milking kittens can be an exhausting job, even if it is financially rewarding!

THE END.