EXTRACT FOR
Anya's Acceptance
(Crimson Rose)

"Uugghhh...I can't do this another three weeks," Anya groaned as she got out of bed. "Why in the hell I even entered this place is beyond me."

You're here because like your daughters you're a slave at heart, James' voice answered back. Where do you think they got it from if not their submissive slut of a mother?

"I am not a submissive slut!"

And yet here you are at the one place in the world that proves otherwise. You didn't have to come here. You could have gone to the store, picked up a new charger and called your daughter. You could have paid for a day, went to the office and asked them to place the call and yet you paid to stay three weeks. Admit it, you're a slave and you have me to thank for bringing those repressed feelings to the surface.

"I do not have repressed feelings and I am not a god damn slave!"

The body modifications say otherwise. Owned. Public urinal. Slave. You even have a submissive name that fits in perfectly with the place you are at. All you need now is a collar around your neck and someone to register you. Or better yet, make it a blue one. Enter the registration office on your own and let the Farm claim you.

"Fuck off!" 

Washing her hands, Anya stormed out of the small apartment ??" ignoring any further attempt by the voice in her head to convince her she was a sex slave. Leaving the building, she stopped off at The Dive for a quick bite to eat. Sitting at a small table next to a window, she stared out and watched a full-figured woman sit down on one of the many dildo seats located around the Farm ??" the two long, tapered toys easily sliding into her pussy and asshole. Eyes drifting up, she looked at a sign depicting a kneeling woman with HOUSE OF DISCIPLINE written around the outer edge. Turning back to her plate, she took a bite of eggs and washed it down with a mouthful of freshly squeezed breast milk.

"What am I doing here?" Anya sighed.

"Excuse me, Ma'am?" a Farm submissive named KittyClit asked. 

"Hmm? Oh, sorry, I was just thinking aloud."

"No problem. But if I may, those coming here do so for what boils down to three reasons. One, they are dominants looking for submissives and slaves. Two, they are submissives and slaves looking for a Dominant. And three, they are curious about the lifestyle and want to learn more about it in a more hands-on environment. What you need to ask yourself is which of the latter two you are."

"And what makes you think I'm not a Dominant?"

"Where would you like me to start, Ma'am? First and most obvious are the brands, tattoos and piercings you have. While that isn't concrete proof you are at minimum submissive it's a pretty good indicator. Then there's the lack of a red band around your arm. No woman who's dominant would ever enter the Farm without one. Only you can ultimately decide what your position here is, but what I can say is no one will ever judge you no matter what you're into," KittyClit said with a nod at the fresh brand on Anya's left hip.