Dairy

Dairy

 

A little something I wrote for one of the women I met through my little appeal. The response was overwhelming, thank you. If there are any women out there willing to devote themselves to the rules and wishes of an online master, you may still answer me.

 

Also some of my encounters will be posted here soon, though some of my now owned slaves I’ll keep for myself.

 

 

Jan couldn’t even remember who long she had been on the farm. It seemed to her every day was exactly the same. As the milking machine sucked happily on her nipples Jan rocked back and forth gently enjoying the feeling of her swaying nipples as she pondered on how she got where she was now. A year ago she was just like most other women, living a perfectly normal life, which was, looking back, the downside of it. Because in Jan’s mind a need had formed, a need to submit, a need to give her life, her body mind and soul away as a gift to someone who would cherish it. Some might call it a darker need but to her it was like her idea of heaven. It was then when she crossed the path of her mistress. From the moment she lay her eyes upon her in a crowded coffee shop it felt like her presence alone would drain any power, any will to resist. And Jan had felt the maddening burn not only in her cunt but also in her heart. Her mistress had noticed it immediately and had sent her a smile that made Jan want to drop on her knees right there. Instead the woman leisurely had walked up to her table had taken her now sweaty hand and had put her card there. Her soft, sensual mouth formed the words “call me tonight” before she had left like a ghost, like an epiphany. It had taken Jan minutes to come out of her stupor and even more time to figure that her cunt had been so wet it had looked like he peed herself. Spending the day had been hell for her and a big lump had formed in her throat when she had finally found the courage to pick up the phone.

 

Two weeks later Jan had found herself outside a luxurious estate an hour’s drive away from anything that even resembled civilization. In the last days she had listened carefully to what her mistress had told her. That her life as she had known it would end for good, that there would never be a turning back. Jan had taken her time to think about it but in the end had decided to do what was her destiny. She didn’t even know what her mistress had chosen for her. When the door opened and her mistress stood in front of her to welcome her in, Jan had felt tears dwelling in her eyes.

 

Upon entering Jan had to strip naked as a maid-slave took her clothes and put them in a plastic bag to throw them away later. The maid-slave wore nothing but a French maid’s apron that was soaking wet because of the ring gag that kept her mouth open all the time. Her movements seemed slow and an electric current seemed to flow through her every time she moved to complete her chore of putting Jan’s clothes away. Her mistress noticed Jan’s look and explained it to her.

 

-       Don’t worry about her. She was born to serve. And I took care of her, making sure she will just do that. Also I altered her mind so that there will be nothing more rewarding to her than to serve. With every move she makes that is aimed at serving others she feels a jolt of indescribable pleasure ripping through her. In the outside world they might call it brain wash. I call it her freedom.

 

She stroked the maid-slaves cheek gently.

 

-       Nothing I enjoy more than a happy slave

 

Mistress strolled away and Jan followed her taking a last look at the maid-slave who seemed to fight an orgasm as she picked up Jan’s last piece of clothing.

 

Mistress walked into a spacious living room and sat down on a large couch where a voluptuous woman lay. It took Jan a second to realize that woman had neither arms nor legs. Mistress snuggled up to her human cushion and gently stroked the bald cunt of her pillow. The pillow-slave closed her eyes and moaned softly. What a life, Jan thought to herself, spending it as a breathing cushion. But the look on the slave’s face made her understand just what a fulfilling life it was for her.

 

As she knelt by her mistress’s side another slave crawled out of the shadow, took of her mistress’s high heels and greedily sucked her toes. Her mistress arched back a little as she took the time to explain everything.

 

-       This is my own little Xanadu. Here I make the rules and the good thing is: everybody just loves to follow them. There are all different kinds of slaves on my estate. You already got to see the maid-slaves whose biggest pleasure in life it is to serve. Also I own furniture-slaves who spend their lives as tables, cushions or anything else I desire. It took a while for my dining table to calm down, she was so excited to be used the spilled my wine every time I tried to eat. But we worked it out occasionally. And now she is a very happy but stable table.

 

Mistress chuckled a little at the rhyme.

 

-       This beauty here….

 

She moves her foot around a little so the slave had to move her head in order to keep mistress’s toes in her mouth.

 

-       … she is just addicted to my feet. She takes care of them in a most pleasant way, for both of us. She also takes care of my shoes and sleeps very happily among them every night.

 

Mistress withdrew her foot from her mouth.

 

-       Get me a new pair and then take care of these….

 

The slave rushed away and came back almost immediately with a new pair of high heels she put on, while already probing the soles of the ones she just removed with her tongue.

 

 

 

 

Jan pondered on how she was shown the entire farm and how she finally agreed to live to serve her mistress only. That was a long time ago. Now Jan’s arms and legs were tied in a tight rubber sleeves having her to stand on her now padded knees and elbows all the time. She did recall trying to flex her useless hands and feet while being in that bondage but over time she felt her strength weaken and by now her hands and feet were completely useless and limp. Looking up and down the aisle she saw a line of human cows like her passing the time by gently swaying their heavy udders or suckling at the rubber dildo that provided them with a mix of high protein liquid and hormones to keep them producing more milk. Also it had the side effect of keeping them aroused all day. Unfortunately for them they were held as milk cows so their cuntlips had been pierced with heavy rings of stainless steel and then locked together with a heavy padlock, tugging at their lips. A small rubber hose had been inserted in their urethra and drained their bladder to a small container that was emptied daily and checked for signs of illness. Their asses had been plugged and a small tube protruding from the plug allowed the milk maids to give them a daily enema. That way the barn was always clean. Over time her nipples had grown larger and now extended to almost five inches. Jan took the time occasionally to look down on herself and admire the beauty of her swollen udders and her teats. Further down, unlocked by any piercing, her clit protruded. It was now almost three long and was put in a suction device while she was being milked. That was Jan was cumming almost constantly while being milked, adding something extra to the milk itself that added up to the success of the special dairy. At night the cows were supported by a steel harness so they wouldn’t fall over but during the day the cows were kept almost unrestrained. Sometimes when the weather was good enough they were allowed to leave the barn under supervision. It was always exciting to be out in the sun watching the pony-girls completing their training rounds and the dog-slaves being trained to complete new tricks. But in the end Jan was happier when they were led inside again. She felt that this was where she belonged. And it made her feel even happier that she most probably might stay in the barn for the rest of her life.

 

On the other side of the barn the breeders were kept and the inarticulate noises of them being impregnated again and again filled the air during the day and some times during the night. Unlike the milk cows, who were kept in place by a chain through their steel collars the breeders were kept as a flock. They were allowed to feel each other up and received an even larger quantity of hormones to ensure the success of the impregnation. They were tested daily on fertility and once identified through the number branded on their ass cheek (like all the live stock in the barn) they were led to a modified padded sawhorse. A doctor came in and tried to impregnate them using his medical instruments in plain view of all the other live stock. Her face showed nothing but true, pure lust and it appeared to Jan that being impregnated in front of the other cows even added up to her excitement. It took hours and once finished the breeder had to be carried back to the flock where she would lie recovering as the other breeders would snuggle up to her or gently lick her body. As she saw one of the breeders being handled by the doctor Jan knew that if she performed well as a cow and her medical records kept being good she might be allowed to join the breeders next year. But she also knew that once the breeders were not able to produce more offspring they would end up a milk cow again, or maybe worse a cum cow.

 

The cum cows were dangling from the ceiling completely encased in rubber. Their posture was pretty much the same but they were completely shut off any outside stimuli. Their heads were encases in a heavy rubber mask that resembled a gas mask and provided the food and a gas that consisted of an even larger quantity of hormones. They were hanging from the ceiling leaving them almost floating in the air. Their seamless rubber body suit left only holes for their hygiene concerns and a bigger hole to be “milked”. Being milked meant for the cum cows to be stimulated all the time in order to produce cunt juice that was sold to science labs and the cosmetic industry. No one ever asked how the cum was harvested and nobody ever really wanted to know. So the cum cows spent their time in darkness experiencing nothing but orgasm after orgasm. Other than that the cum cows had no input of sight, sound or touch.

 

Jan shivered at the thought of being one of the cum cows one day. At first it sounded great to her but having all the time in the world to ponder on their (and her) fate she came to think that she most definitely will lose her mind being a cum cow for approximately ten to fifteen years, before the cows finally ran dry and became useless. Some of those were kept in the barn and were allowed to run freely inside the barn. So occasionally one would stroll around licking the other cows’ cunts. The ones that had discovered their appetite for the milk were held chained, so they would diminish the quantity of milk. The ones that performed poorly were sold to brothels. But that rarely happened since their owner was a caring mistress who kept track of every cow and even allowed the cow she acquired first years ago to run freely even though she did suckle on udders occasionally.

 

As the milk maids came in for the day’s first milking Jan could hear the sound of her owner’s stiletto heels as she made her way through the barn for her daily check. Jan’s heart jumped every time since her owner almost always took the time to administer the first milking of the day for her herself. She stopped in front of Jan who was barely able to lift her head and tried every time to kiss her owner’s feet when she stood in front of her. Her owner lifted Jan’s head and looked at her smiling; stroking her head softly and Jan felt nothing but joy seeing her owner being pleased with her. Slowly she walked behind her and massaged her teats to get the milking machine get a better grip. Then she put the suction cups on her while the milk maid would put the suction device on her ever growing clit. Usually she would stroke Jan’s cunt briefly and leave her with a pat on her ass. But today she came back, lifted her head a little and whispered in her ear that Jan was a good addition to her farm and that she would make her a breeder in the fall. Finally she kissed Jan’s forehead and left strolling leisurely. The spot on her forehead where her owner had kissed her felt like it was on fire and Jan swayed gently with the rhythm of the milking machine. Milk from happy cows…., indeed she was.