Breeding on the Farm
Breeding on the Farm
by Elliot Silvestri
copyright 2013 Elliot Silvestri and Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
Also by Elliot Silvestri
And Giselle’s Mother
Astrophil & Stella
The Breast of Dawn
The Breast of Day
The Breast of Night
Bringing in Casey’s Cream
The Cheating Secret
The Collegiate Milkmaid
Costume Drama #1 – Kinky Nerds
Costume Drama #2 – Kinky Nerds
Cul-De-Sac: A Suburban Erotica in Around
Dollar Milk Maid
Emergent Milk
Gretchen’s Twins
Good Boy Sub
His and Hers Affairs
Jillian’s Contract
Kassie’s Service
Lessons with Mrs. Tavorski
The Let Down Reflex
Luke’s Milkmaids
Margeaux Known As
Ménage á Milk
Milk Addict
The Milk Thief
Milke & Cookie
Milking the O’Malleys
Misanthrope – First Summer
My Submissive Pair
Never Too Many Pregos
Pain Makes You Beautiful
Penny’s Secret Life
The Prince’s Whores
The Red Collar
Rosemilk
Selling Myself
Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others
Sweet Susan
Swinging Ring
Taking Gwendolyn
Too Intimate Sibs
The Troll’s Trollop
True Cow Girl
Victor’s Chastity
A Virgin Sacrifice
Without Your Wife
Collections
The Breast of Dawn: The Elf Milk Collection
The Elliot Silvestri Erotic Reader
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 1
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 2
The Green Bush Publishing Collection Volume 3
Roman Charity: Four Tales of Erotic Lactation
Roman Charity 2: Four More Tales of Erotic Lactation
Contents
Chapter One
Training new attendants was always a pain in the ass. A lot of them thought it would be a fun and sexy way to earn some cash. The moment when they figured out that being an attendant on the Farm was actually work half the group of ten immediately dropped out and took their meager pay envelopes with them.
Kim wasn’t disturbed by this. She had expected it. The three women and two men that remained were the cream of the crop and though they would be working, it wouldn’t be nearly as hard or disgusting as she had made it out to be. Yes, it was sex work. Yes, it was semi-legal at times. But it paid well for those who were willing to get their hands—and other body parts—dirty in a mostly metaphorical sense.
She looked over the group waiting expectantly in the common room. None of the clients had arrived yet for the evening’s activities so they still had time to mentally prepare themselves. Alissa was the tall blonde with the big tits; she was going to be a hit with almost everyone who attended the Farm. Aleksandra was a moderately drab brunette who wasn’t especially beautiful or tall or noteworthy in appearance, but she was the randiest of the recruits having propositioned everyone in the training class, a few of the regular workers, and Kim herself. Ryann was a cute little redhead who was eager to please and could apparently take a great deal of pain. She would be a hit for the guests who liked to spank their partners. All three women wore their traditional French maid costumes well. They should, they were custom tailored to their measurements.
Of the men Michael had surprised her. He was almost too much for the Farm. His face was rather plain, but he had huge muscles—but a sweet disposition—and many of the female, and a few male, guests would want him waiting on them. In the Farm’s standard issue leather pants and chest harness he was an incredible sight. He would be in high demand once the Farm’s regulars got wind of him.
But it was Dylan who Kim couldn’t tear her eyes away from. Not nearly as muscular as Michael he still cut an impressive figure in his leather pants and harness. Sandy brown hair topped his head and matched a small patch of curls on his chest. He had green eyes and lips almost too pretty to belong to a man. The fact he was half her age was the only thing keeping Kim from ordering him to her bed under the guise of a final exam. She didn’t want to embarrass herself. Seeing his nearly perfect body next to her well-used one was too depressing for her to consider for long. She maintained her profession attitude at all times in front of him and the class.
The fact he had made her panties wet the moment she had seen his naked cock was a secret she kept to herself. But it also made her wonder what he would do if he knew the truth.
“Collaring is considered by some in the BDSM community an almost sacred act, like marriage. You can consider it whatever you want. You’ll all be wearing red collars tonight. That will mark you as novices to the Farm. The guests will know you are new but will also expect full services. I don’t want to go into what is and what isn’t allowed. You already know that. Wearing a red collar is a protective measure. It keeps you safe; it keeps the guests safe. Any questions?” Kim looked around the room and no one raised their hand or said a word. She could tell they were nervous by their darting eyes and previous uncomfortable laughter as she ran down the list of guests and some unusual proclivities. The laughter stopped when she reminded them it was unprofessional and would result in termination of employment.
Employment at this stage was more a concept than a legal agreement. She made all payments to them in cash. Once they had proven themselves capable and trustworthy, checks and benefits would follow.
“Ready then?” she asked and pulled the five red leather collars out of her bag and started with the women. They automatically lifted up their chins and allowed Kim to collar them. It was a splash of color around their necks that set off their black and white uniforms. Once the collars were in place Kim had learned over the years, they became more tractable and submissive, which wasn’t exactly what she needed in employees, but they also became more sexually willing and open, which was what she needed. It was a trade off.
When she got to Michael he seated himself so she wouldn’t have to stand on tiptoe to buckle the heavy leather band around his neck. It was with some relief that she buckled it into place; it was the largest they had in their supply room and even so it barely fit around his huge neck. The last notch cut into the leather accepted the tang of the buckle. Kim almost wished she had asked Mark to make a bigger collar for their new recruit.
Dylan waited expectantly for her to collar him. He didn’t sit like Michael but did lean forward ever so slightly and lift his chin. Her fingers were trembling as she fitted the collar to him. Other than that slight tell, Kim didn’t give away anything as she collared the most beautiful servant the Farm had ever seen. She wanted to fuck him right then and there. But she controlled herself. He was even more handsome with the collar—and looked ready to be chained to a wall where she could do with him as she pleased. That wasn’t going to happen tonight. He had an assignment to fulfill. She had duties to perform. Neither of those facts stopped her knees from going weak and her panties becoming too moist.
“I always insist on collaring our new employees. As principle owner of the Farm you are all responsible for obedience to me above everyone else. That includes other employees and guests. I’ve heard it said you don’t really know yourself until you’ve been collared and controlled by another human being. Take this as a practice run tonight. None of you are being restrained and tormented,” she glanced over at Ryann who was smiling with eagerness at the comment, “but that will come soon enough. You are to serve our guests as they have requested. Do not fall short. You are all auditioning still for your jobs; everyone is replaceable.” She nodded and looked at each of them except for Dylan. She couldn’t meet his green eyes again. “You have your assignments, get to your rooms and perform as I’ve trained you.”
As a group they moved to the exit. Kim let her eyes linger on Dylan’s ass before he turned the corner and headed up the stairs. She silently cursed her weak will and went hunting for Analise.
Her most trusted employee and confidant was going over the guest list in the office. Though Mark owned the other half of the business Analise had proven to be an incredible manager and Kim wondered how the Farm had survived for years without her. She was also incredibly sexy in her uniform as well. Kim forced herself not to lick her lips and reminded herself not to proposition the young woman for a bit of sexual relief before the evening had begun. “Any problems you can see?” she asked as if she were the professional whose image she tried to project, even if she was wearing skin tight pants, a riding crop dangling from her belt, and a corset that pushed up her breasts into a ridiculous amount of cleavage.
“None…unless you count the drooling you were doing of Dylan in the common room.”
“I didn’t—” Kim started to say, and then caught Analise’s knowing look. “Was it that obvious?”
“Obvious…not very. But I’m pretty sure the five new trainees all know you want to fuck Dylan.”
“Shit.”
“There’s a solution to that,” Analise told her.
“I know,” Kim snapped, but caught herself before continuing. “I know,” she repeated, “but I don’t want to do that just now.”
Her underling just shrugged. “It’s going to happen sooner or later, unless you fire him. And for a woman who runs a modern-day bordello you certainly have some prudish attitudes about sex.”
“It’s not a bordello, we run an adult entertainment resort,” Kim replied evenly. “And I’m not prudish about sex. I just happen to follow a more traditional avenue of sexual behavior in my personal life—you young folk can boink anything and anyone you want, it’s none of my business unless it’s on my time.”
“Young folk,” Analise snorted. “You aren’t that old.”
“Some days I feel that old,” Kim said. “Any messages? Complaints?”
“Just Mr. Vanvranken asking if we’ve hired, in his words, ‘a pretty Asian girl…or better, a pretty girl of color.’” She sighed and shook her head. “Sometimes…I mean, does anyone really get off on interracial stuff still?”
“You’re such a liberal young lady,” Kim teased. “Of course they do. Americans are a twisted lot when it comes to sex. And of course minorities willing to work here are harder to find in upstate New York.”
“You could import from the city?” Analise suggested.
“No,” Kim replied firmly ending the conversation.
“You want me to record what goes on in Dylan’s room tonight?”
“And torture myself with it? No.”
Analise glanced once at her boss and then slowly, deliberately hit the keys to let the security cameras record everything in Dylan’s assigned room for the evening. She made sure Kim saw her fingers dance on the keyboard. Kim said nothing, but left with a nod, intent on finding Mark who would be running security. It was a thankless job but as part owner it was his responsibility.
Bob Whalen and his wife Karen eagerly climbed the stairs to their room where the Farm’s newest attendant would be serving them for the evening. Although Bob led the way the moment they stepped into the room their traditional roles all but reversed.
Inside the room with the yellow and green wallpaper was a young man in the Farm’s traditional dress. He was much handsomer than promised and Mrs. Whalen smiled in approval.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Whalen. My name is Dylan. I’m here to serve you for the evening. How may I be of assistance.”
Karen immediately took charge. “The first thing you can do, Dylan, is to call him ‘Bob’. Inside this room he is at my mercy. You are to help me treat him correctly.”
“Of course, Mrs. Whalen.”
She smiled at his obedience. She liked that. She liked his polite manners that were contained in a pair of black leather pants, black leather harness, and red leather collar. He could easily be the same age as her son. She pushed that thought out of her head and turned to her husband. “Strip,” she ordered him, and then turned on her heel and walked over to the oversized cabinet in the room’s corner. It was the similar to every cabinet in every room of the Farm’s upper floor. Pulling out implements and restraints she tried to calm herself and remember the plan she had formed with her husband. This was to be a celebratory evening. They were out to please one another. They were showing their sexuality off in front of this young buck.
Best of all, Bob had given her free reign to do as she wished with their attendant. A hundred different scenarios ran through her head but she promised herself to stick to the plan.
Mostly.
By the time she had gathered her toys Bob had completed undressing and stood naked in the middle of the room, next to the simple steel framed bed. He was completely unselfconscious in front of a stranger. His cock was still soft. That was good. His belly was a little flabby and ...