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*This is part 3 of a series that you can discover on my account. I’m having a ridiculous amount of fun writing about Daisy and building the world she lives in. I hope you enjoy!*

Daisy took her place in the front seat as Master took the keys from the valet.
“Where to today?” The valet asked with a smile.
“Just around town today, with a couple special pit stops along the way.” Master replies and turns to wink at Daisy. She beams back, curious what she gets to see today.

They stop by the dry cleaner to pick up Master’s suits. The woman running the company is all the time curt with her customers, carrying on an air of being entirely too busy to provide any idle chit chat. And she likely is very busy indeed. But every time Master comes by, he says something charming enough to make her soften and wish him a good day on their way out. Daisy loves watching him interact with others. At all times kind. At all times irresistibly engaging.

Next stop is pastries at Daisy’s favorite cafe. Her favorite because they have the best lemon bar in the city. Each bite melts on her tongue with the pleasant zing and zest of sweet, fresh lemon.
“I could swear when you eat sweets, your milk is even sweeter, Daisy girl.” Master watches her enjoying her treat as he smiles over his coffee cup. He takes a sip and has an exaggerated reaction for Daisy’s advantage “Uhg, this coffee is too bitter. Should we test out my theory?”
Daisy blushes. She’s not used to exposing her udders in public yet, even though it’s generally acceptable behavior. Sensing her hesitation, Master spurs her on,
“Oh come now, sweet girl, if you don’t practice, it won’t ever feel natural.”

He’s right. Daisy nods shyly. “Alright, stand up and lean toward me. We’ll milk you right here at the table.” Master says, trying to bolster her confidence with his tone and self assuredness. Daisy does as she’s told, placing her hands on the small, round cafe table and leaning her body over so that her udders hang right over the center. Master deftly unbuttons her dress just enough to let her heavy udders do the rest and push open the fabric to reveal her perky, pink nipples. She closes her eyes tightly in embarrassment, wrinkling her nose.
“Daisy, darling, I’m right here with you. And your lovely udders are nothing to hide. Open your eyes, look at me, it’s just like we do at home.” Master speaks softly and with authority.
She opens one eye, and then the other, making eye contact with Master, not daring to look around her for fear of seeing a passing stranger looking right back. And there are certainly passing strangers. Dozens. Master had chosen a sunny table on the patio close to the sidewalk.

Master’s hands meet Daisy’s soft, warm udders and start to massage them to encourage her milk to come down and flow for him. His touch is reassuring, Daisy relaxes her shoulders and realizes she hasn’t taken a full breath in a while. She sighs and concentrates on how his attentions feel.
Master rolls her nipples between his fingers, causing a stirring in Daisy’s belly, but also a sudden heaviness in her udders, which beg for a release. Drips appear on her nipples. “There we are. Good girl, Daisy” he coos.

With deft downward stroking and squeezing motions, Master directs several streams of milk into his steaming cup of coffee from one udder and then the other, a light foam of bubbles forms on top. Master cups Daisy’s chin and smiles warmly at her “You did a good job, Daisy.” He praises. “You may sit and button your dress again.”

Daisy does just that, still far too shy to look around yet. Wondering how many strangers glanced over to see her Master milk her…or how many strangers stopped what they were doing altogether to watch. Not everyone is privileged enough to have a hucow, though they certainly are much desired. It’s not completely unheard of to see one being milked in public, but their general rareness makes the sight a treat for many.

Master takes a sip of his coffee. “Ahhh, perfect. Just how I like it. And I think I’m right about those sweets.” He smiles. Daisy smiles back, glad to have been of service, doubly glad to see her Master so proud of her. “You know, someday, sweet girl, that will be so natural that we’ll have picnics in the park and I’ll take my lunch straight from your udder, right there on a blanket in the grass.”

This causes Daisy to blush again, her eyes wide. Master laughs. “Not today. And not tomorrow, either. We’ll get there, darling.”

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