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Candice's Confession
(Crimson Rose)

As the tour continued onto Ponygirl Parkway they approached a long barn Candice knew had to hold all manner of perverse things. Stepping out of line, she walked over, pulled the door open and stepped inside. "What is this place?"

"Welcome to the Milking Barn," an olive-skinned brunette wearing a blue, curve-hugging corset dress said. "Nice to see a bare-neck volunteering to be milked."

"Um, excuse me? I'm not volunteering for any such thing.

"Actually, you are," Master Isaac said from the doorway. "You enter the building of your own free will and the rules are very clear on what that means," he added, pointing to a plaque hanging on the wall to his right. "We are in the middle of a tour right now, but I will make sure she finds her way back here once she's been fitted for her submissive clothes, Mistress Veronica."

"Thank you Master Isaac."

Fuming mad, Candice walked over to the plaque and read it. In short, it said all bare-necks and submissives entering the Milking Barn were obligated to have no fewer than two one hour sessions per day until they are capable of producing a minimum of ten ounces of milk per day. Failure to comply would result in immediate registration as a Farm submissive followed by a severe punishment. And at the bottom it stated that upon completion of the training all bare-necks and submissive would receive a mark of completion in the form of a tattoo or brand on their right breast.

"This seriously fucked up bullshit right here," Candice complained. "There's no way in hell I can stay here and be milked like a damn cow," she added, looking around the large barn and the nearly two dozen women with machines attached to their breasts ??" some producing milk, others not that far along.

"Then you will be registers and marked as a Farm submissive and severely punished," Master Isaac shrugged. "The choice is yours. Now get back in line. We have a tour to finish."

Lost in a world of humiliation, Candice paid little attention to the rest of the tour as they were led up one paved street and down another until Master Isaac finally opened the door to the fetish clothing store and led them inside. Going along with the motions, her mind still racing to find a way out of the training sessions without being branded a slave, she was put in a pair of thigh-high latex boots, opera gloves and garter belt in matching pink latex.

"Get on all fours with your head down and ass up," Master Isaac commanded.

Still in a daze, Candice complied. When she felt the cool lube trickle down onto her asshole she inhaled deeply and then tried to move, but it was too late. The plug was going up her ass and Master Isaac held her in place with the threat of a severe caning should she move another inch. In and out the plug went ??" growing larger and larger with every thrust until her asshole finally stretched open enough to engulf the two and a half inch thick base. "Oh god it hurts. It's too fucking big!"