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Paid to Submit
(Crimson Rose)

By the time Ronan reached the booth where he was given a stack of forms to read and sign before paying and being issued his Domination Farm bracer, he bred Rhonda, fucked Charles up the ass and then spent the next two and a half hours on all fours with a line of men pulling a train on him. Eighteen in total gave him a semen enema bringing the total number of men he had been used by before ever stepping foot into the fetish resort to twenty-seven. Completely wrecked, he read and signed everything, paid his fee for the week and then after placing the sleek silver bracer on his left forearm, made his way into the Domination Farm, making sure to grab one of the folded paper maps from the clear plastic holder next to the door before doing so.

Exhausted, Ronan barely took notice of the men and women engaged in various forms of sexual behavior taking place in front of him. Following the roads on the map, he located the apartments and the public showers at the end of Bondage Boulevard. Taking an immediate right, he went to the apartments, found an open room on the eighth floor where he stored his wallet and keys and then walked across the street for a much-needed shower to wash away the sweat, grime, aches and humiliation at having spent most of the night and early morning being gang banged by men.

Leaving the shower feeling moderately refreshed, Ronan finally stopped to take in his surroundings. Straight ahead of him he saw a man walking a petite brunette like the puppy she was dressed as while on the opposite side of the street two women sat down on a metal bench lined with huge dildos as if they were taking a finger. There was no hesitation and instead of pain, their faces were masks of pure, unadulterated pleasure as they slowly bounced up and down on them. Wonder if I can take them that easily now, he thought as he walked north on Discipline Drive before turning left onto Caning Court where he entered the fetish clothing store.

"Welcome," a tall, slender, pale-skinned farm slave with naturally curly shoulder length black hair and green eyes said in greeting.

"Thanks. Um, I'm here to get my free outfit."

"It'll be my pleasure to serve you. My name is Trampy Vamp. And you are?"

"I'm Ronan."

"Pleasure to meet you Ronan. To make sure you qualify for a free outfit can you please scan your chip at the terminal there on the counter?"

"Sure."

"Thank you."

"No problem." Walking over to the counter, Ronan swiped the chip in his bracer which contained all of his information.

"This sissy is entitled to one free outfit," a computerized female voice came from the integrated speaker.

"Great. Would you like help picking things out or would prefer the system to choose at random?"

"Um, will the system put me in a dress?"

"It'll pick sex-appropriate clothing. Which I'll them pick up for you. If you choose to pick your own I'll help and since we're not busy you're free to use me however you desire."

"That's a very enticing proposition but after what I've been through I don't think I can get it up again."