The farm

My master had ordered me to cogiese two swimsuits and two towels, poking in a bag with my name, to wait to pass a taxi to pick me up at five o’clock, on the dot.

As we were moving us away from the city, they were increasing my fears, did not know where I had, though it was nice the . driver, he had early taken the voyage is deviated from the national, the regional and down a particular path, pretty wide, going up by a meadow, where alfalfa, vegetables and some chopera another looked.

off the vehicle and the door, a sort of abandoned farm, I got a lady blonde twenties, pretty and curvy, did not look like a fashion model, wearing a black swimsuit with white spots, the name I wonder, I ordered the book and told me to stay in his underwear, tuck inside brown bag all clothing. She ran my ID.

– Please pass the nave sit and wait for it to arrive Mistress, please, do not talk, he told the maid blonde, who was the only female we saw.

The nave was milking area, I counted six tanks, with their suckers; on the left side of the cockpit, a sturdy wooden table with iron rings, next to a plastic table with closed boxes, plastic cups, napkins, pens, and weighing scales. This ship was connected to the central courtyard, with an area of ??300 m2, and in the lateral stables calculation to be in full production, about sixty cows. Attached to the farmyard there is a rustic house with 4 bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, living …

Get up going into Ama, a brunette 35 years, then we learned, or was rumored that his stay at the farm was a harsh punishment from his master and husband for having despised, said the blonde.

When, Laura finished talking, the blonde with swimsuit, show you the facilities and obey all on pain of punishment. If she appoints a foreman, you obey the same. She will read you the rules of the farm. Ama said.

“From now on, you are cows and your mission is to give milk, as much as possible for a month, do ordain or I milked at any time and place, not able to speak with you, only you will answer, if you question, I will call me Mrs. Laura yi WADA, my Mistress, if we name a manager, will treat sir. If someone breaks the rules may be punished. Touching cowbell to your site will go all the time, on pain of severe punishment. Who spit or pour any liquid into a glass, will implement exemplary punishment, I drink that which ye give. The punishment may not spot the circle, so severe penalty.

The punishments are:

-Mild: Arms tied and squatting, with eggs tied with string and subject to the table half to two hours

. – Medium: in the center of the ship will be able to remain moored up to 24 hours(There is a large circle like a clock with rings on the floor, to hold the 24 slaves, if necessary)

– Severe: You will be beaten in the Cross of St. Andrew to see the bottom. There are four types of whips to use.

Very serious accumulation of 3 serious .Castigo copy: at the discretion of love “

. Our love was always accompanied by two young, his jailers and executioners. it disappeared quickly.

Well gentlemen, make a circle once they have picked up a plastic cup and placed around the clock rings I’ve told them. Slaves, now get rid of her panties and masturbate when they are finished, line up. The last four will surprise. He said Laura

I took off my eslips, indeed I am the cow No. 7 and masturbated me to win, did not want the award of the last 4. I started in the twelfth row.

The blonde said the last four, they go on their vessels collecting milk of their peers and bring it. Calculation, about two fingers of milk in each glass, she laid it on the table complementary. Laura rang a bell and appeared Ama stood behind the table and looking at the slaves 4 cups drank fresh milk. Retiring with scowling

Would be 5 pm on September 1.

Come out into the yard all but the last 4 that we have some time on the table, so called table of penalties. An hour squat sit very well to these squalid. He ordered Laura

We all wondered what Mistress, and thought conjecture, speechless, at six went to court punished.

At 10 pm, we were naked in the yard, rang the bell and we ran the clock.

– You have to get a drink and masturbaos, Lay up as much milk as possible, the first 4 will be charged and the 4 with less will be punished. He said Laura

Of the four champions, one ejaculated 25 g 24, 18, 5 g y1 the other three winners, to which they were made responsible. And we could sort things out and wore a bow tie as distinctive. I rest in 5 hours, 13 g ejaculated, I estimate, a quart what Our Lady drank it would be for dinner.

It -Bebeos the top 20 a glass of milk, we ordered the blonde. They all had a straw, if at some point had their arms tied. It was tasty, not like the last, who took with salt, and could not refuse to swallow it whole.

4 gentlemen slept in a bunk house and others, in which I include myself in the straw of the stables, like cows. 4 punished remain moored to the ground the clock all night(Do not let him sleep)

It was about seven o’clock when the bell rang and we ran to the circle, where they remained 4 punished. Laura freed and sent us all out in the yard, there with a water hose showered us, standing at attention, some took the opportunity to drink and punished to pee.

The days passed and we realized that we would be the food of our love for one month, without our milk die of malnutrition, so every time, every day was the worst tempered and punished and humiliated us more and more. We learned that the limit was 100 lashes for the first 10 days, 200, 11 to 20 and unlimited the last 30 days.

I remember that day seven made us form a circle and aligned row, forming a circular rail, so that the cooks had to masturbate in front and let us masturbating on the back for half an hour, the least milk sacase other It would be whipped 100 times and returned to its master or mistress. Because we could be returned if WADA wanted, at any time. It was the third time a man masturbated.

Every day, we saw thinner and demanded more and more and all that happened to make him a blowjob averse to his master. Terrible condemning a slave-ama … that you can tell the rest of the story …

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