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Dairy Slave (Kelly Addams)

Dairy Slave by Kelly Addams


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Roger DeHavilland is a successful farmer, but he doesn't keep normal livestock like cattle, pigs or poultry... Roger keeps a milking herd of prime Hucows.
Now meet Dawn Travis, a sexy 20 year old who often doubts if she is normal, because Dawn has some serious fetishes. She is submissive and seriously into kinky BDSM, the more extreme the better, and now she is looking for for a 24/7 Master, could farmer Roger be her man?
Caution: Extreme Sadism - 18+ Adults Only

Product type: EBook    Published by:     Published: 04 / 2018

No. words: 8020

Style: Sado-Masochism (SM), Bondage/BDSM Fetishes

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


“You are now officially Hucow number 124,” he said casually, “Of course it is now necessary for me to brand you with that number in case the tag ever pulls free. In most cases I brand on the thigh or rump, but in certain cases when I believe that a particular Hucow has potential as a show animal I will brand in a more discrete place. Of course I mention this merely to make conversation because you understand I have the right to brand you anywhere I want.”
Dawn resisted the urge to nod, she was learning quickly. As an animal she was expected to understand commands and conversation, but to respond was not acceptable, after all, she had no right to agree or disagree with the decisions her Master made. The words “Come here Hucow 124.” would bring her instantly scurrying to her Masters side, but they would never give her the right to ask… why?
“I am in the mood for fun today,” Roger spoke quietly, his words addressed into open space, clearly he was thinking aloud. “I think I might just give Hucow 124 a little test, let me see how obedient and submissive she really is.”
On what appeared to be padded autopsy table Roger assembled what looked suspiciously like a modified soldering iron, a blue plastic insulating handle from which sprouted a metal shaft terminated with a small block.
“I found off the shelf equipment difficult to locate,” for the first time he looked Dawn directly in the eye, “So I was forced to improvise. This was once an industrial soldering iron, and in the end I made provision to hold up to three metal stamps, the kind used to hammer serial numbers into steel or aluminium. This is the device I use when I do not want to disfigure.” Softly he chuckled as he held the home made brand close to his fingers, judging the heat. “Feel privileged Hucow 124, the herd mate that joined with you today will be number 125, and her brand will be large, and unsightly… clear numbers slapped onto her rump, a mark of her servitude that can never be escaped. Your number will be discrete, a sign to the rest of the herd that I deem you special. Look around you when you return, and see how many others are as highly favoured as yourself!”
The smell of hot metal filled the air, and Roger smiled.
“Climb up onto the table 124.” he instructed. “On your back, knees up then let them fall to the side, spread your thighs as wide as possible.
So obedient he remarked silently as Dawn gracefully mounted the table as instructed, then spread her legs wide while gripping her ankles. No hesitation even though I think she's bright enough to guess exactly what I'm about to do.
“Inner labia,” he chuckled and using the fingers of his free hand he eased her puffy outer lips apart. “Absolutely discrete, but I am told it is probably one of the more painful places to receive a brand, but that is of none of my concern, that is merely my enjoyment.”
Carefully he wiped along her suddenly flooding snatch with an antiseptic swab, then spread her lips wide again, and as he studied her expression with an evil grin on his face he pressed the improvised brand down firmly, revelling in the hiss of hot steel against sensitive skin… and the contortions of her face as a high pitched scream emerged from her open mouth, and sweat burst from her pores.


Good short story. Well written Worth a read. 4 out of 5 (Fred)

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30 something married nymph with a very dirty mind!
WARNING: You will find nothing vanilla in any of the books that I write, I don't even like vanilla ice-cream!
Taboo, taboo and more taboo, so be warned before sampling the products of my filthy mind.


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