Mistress Bianca's Farm

This isn't really a story. It's more of an introduction. An idea I'd like to share with you all in the hopes that you'll enjoy it anyway. And maybe in the hope someone picks it up and runs with it. Or, heck, maybe in the hopes some feedback inspires a bit of, uhm, inspiration.

Mistress Bianca's Farm

Iris slowly opened the door to the small office, her heart beating in her throat. Part of her wanted to run. Part of her yelled at her that she had no idea what she was getting into. It was misinformed. She knew exactly what she was getting into. She'd read all about it, talked to a lot of people. She wanted this. But even so, she couldn't quite steady her nerves.

"Ah, Miss... Black, wasn't it?" the woman behind the desk said. She had short, blonde hair and was dressed in a sensible black suit. The small plaque on her desk read Bianca.

Iris nodded mutely, standing still just inside the room.

"Please, take a seat," Bianca said, rising from her own chair to walk to one of the filing cabinets lining the wall. Iris couldn't help but notice that the woman's sensible black skirt bulged noticeably between the legs.

Iris had sat down by the time Bianca had retrieved whatever file she had been looking for.

"Your medical check-up came back fine and I see you've paid for a week?"

"That's right," Iris nodded.

"Excellent," Bianca smiled. "But before you can start your vacation with us, there are a few more questions I need to ask."

"Of course," Iris said.

"Now then," Bianca said firmly, grabbing a pen. "Cow or stablehand?"

"Cow," Iris whispered.

"Somehow I had a feeling you would say that," Bianca said with a smile. "I could tell the moment you walked in."

Iris blushed. She wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not.

"Are you on the pill?" Bianca asked.

"Yes."

"I see," Bianca said. "Sexual preference?"

"Bisexual."

"Good. Are you lactating?"

"Uhm... no."

"Shame. I'm afraid we probably won't be able to induce lactation in a single week." Bianca looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "But that doesn't mean we won't try."

Iris smiled nervously in return.

"Now then, where was I?" Bianca said. "Ah yes. As one of my cows you'll have certain responsibilities."

"I know," Iris said. "I've read about them."

"Very good. But I still need to tell them to you. Legal reasons, you understand."

Iris nodded.

"You will not be allowed to wear clothes. You may only move between the stables and the pasture. If I or one of my farmhands gives you a non-sexual order, you must obey. You are only allowed to talk to my other cows. If anyone else is present, you may not talk at all.

"You will be milked at least once a day, either by hand or by machine. Although in your case, of course, it will be a mandatory half-hour stimulation of your breasts in the hopes of inducing lactation. You may be milked more than once a day, but after the first time you may refuse.

"I will fuck you or spank you at least once a day. After that, you may refuse. The far