Gynarchy 4: Goddess Over The Milkmaids

Alice was awakened by her alarm and reached over to unlock the harem with her phone remote. She yawned as she used the bathroom and waited for Nancy to dress her in her dairy guard uniform. It was the usual routine. Nancy would dress her, give her the lunch she prepared, and return to the harem like an obedient girl until Peggy, the male sitter came at ten o'clock to unlock the harem using the keypad in the living room and supervise him.
Nancy stood at the barred gate between the male harem and the free side for females. He knew not to get caught in Alice's side without a male sitter supervising. Nancy stood at the male position of attention, feet together, hands together, fingers pointing up under his sheer pink lower face veil, his pink satin bolero top wrinkle free as was his pink sheer chiffon ankle-length skirt and sheer pink over-head veil, his foot jewelry seen beyond his pink sating slippers.
When the electric lock clicked Nancy curtsied and came to the kitchen made Alice's breakfast, and set her place at the table. Nancy went to Alice's room and laid out her uniform. He stood at the position of attention and as soon as Alice returned he dressed her for work and followed her to the dining area to place her chair for her.
Nancy stared at Alice's clothing as he made the bed and laid her clothing out. He wondered what it felt like to wear jeans and a shirt, work shoes and female boxers, and t-shirts. All he knew was what his chiffon skirts felt like as they swirled against his legs, the ankle-length chiffon veils covering his hair and lower face, and his satin booties.
Nancy slid Alice's boxers up and slid her crew socks onto her feet. He buttoned her shirt and did the same to her pants. He helped slide her shoes on and tie them. He brushed Alice's hair and made sure her uniform was wrinkle-free.
Alice went to the dining area as Nancy returned to the harem.
Alice made sure the barred harem door was locked before locking the living room to the garage door behind her as she left for work. She started her seventy-two Cuda and hit the garage door opener. After leaving she hit the remote again to close the door, happy to watch her milkmaids and hope they put out enough milk.
Alice clocked in and went to her designated milkmaid cages. She loved the cages on aisle one as it was a husband and wife team who were caught making plans to vanish into the woods. when caught and tried, Betty lost her female status and Vasarette joined her being sentenced to the dairy farm as a milkmaid. Betty's milk was good for human consumption but Vassarette's lactation milk was only good for animals.
Alice went to Betty and Vassarette's aisle. Betty was squirming in her chair as her lactation lactation and her white breast nectar flowed to her collection tank. Alice was pleased that Betty's restraints held her fast to her lactation chair, as they could be set by a monitor to schedule when to tighten the chain to draw her down on her chair or allow her to stand and walk on the treadmill in front of her chair. Alice enjoyed seeing her squirm as her breasts, as well as her genitals which were covered and secured beneath her extraction panties, eliminating any reason for her to ever be removed from her cage. Alice turned the dial up on Betty's stimulation and she heard her moan, "Pleeeease, turrrrn it down. I am getting aroused and cannot get a release."
Alice laughed, as she said, "I don't hear your wife complaining about his stimulation.", as she looked down at Betty's quarter-filled vats of urine, feces, and milk.
Alice went to Vassarette's cage and watched as he squirmed. She was pleased that hormones and full-time stimulation had him lactating well. She turned his stimulation up until he squirmed in his lactation chair.
"Sweetie, it's always a joy to watch those huge mountains of milk bulge against that sweet little lace-trimmed lactation bra, seeing them pulse as your stimulation hits. Truly an uplifting sight which is almost as good as watching you squirm as the stimulation and extraction panties milk all of that dirty feces and urine out of you. I'm happy to tell you that you are our top producing male, and your husband Betty, who you will never touch again, is our top producing female."
Alice watched as Vassarette's breasts pulsed inside his lace-trimmed bra, as the lactation pump extracted his second quality milk from his eighty-inch mountains of milk reservoirs.
"If you stop producing I'm afraid I'll have your milk buds pierced and ringed, keep squirming and lactating sweetie."
Vassarette knew what she meant. Once the buds were pierced it would be hard to draw milk and the girl was useless. She or he would be sold for slave-maid services.
"Tomorrow I'll open your cage and put new lactation lingerie on you girls. I got permission to put the males in pink lace-trimmed garter belts and sheer back seam stockings to make them more pleasing to the eye. I also got permission to put the males under my supervision into sheer lace-trimmed chiffon baby doll nighties. I'm sorry to have to tell you that sexual release is still forbidden. Stimulation remains limited to a time frame short of release. Have a good night girls."
Alice went from cage to cage measuring the daily extractions and having a male slave girl change vats when needed.
Finally quitting time came and Alice set the overnight stimulation settings and went home. She would spend a peaceful night with Nancy while her milkmaids squirmed in lactation chairs, hating the milkmaid cages they would never leave, and the arousal they never would satisfy.