RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br/><br/><strong>"There they are, Candy, sweetie. At the milking shed."</strong>I steered my Red Setter, or rather Wet Setter over to the milking shed. Keith and June were inside and June was watching Susie on the machine. The little Chinese - or Korean? - Girl was in a stall, her front legs bound up behind her in a strappado, her back legs forced wide apart and fixed at the knees in the cuffs while the machine thumped away, the harsh<em>ka-chunk! Ka-chunk! Ka-chunk!</em>of the fierce vacuum it created in strong pulses making Susie's huge tits flop about repeatedly under her, swinging free and unprotected with her legs held up out of the way. She was yelping loudly in that cute weird little bark she does - a kind of<em>'ngah, hngah, ngah!'</em>noise but that might not have been because the machine's suction beats were so fierce it was almost certainly due to the fact that Keith had let Max mount her. The huge Alsatian was behind her, doggy style of course, his front legs resting his entire weight by pressing on the tiny Asian's shoulders, which meant her bound up front legs were holding up her weight and his. He wasn't moving very fast but was obeying his owners' orders to shaft Susie slowly, very slowly, the gigantic thick tree of his cock shunting wetly the full ten inches in and out of the small Chow Chow, his plum-sized balls flapping between his open back legs and thudding up to hit her clitoris each time he drove fully home. The tiny Chow Chow was only about five feet tall. It was astonishing to think the Alsatian's cock was a sixth of the total length of her body.<br/><br/>The milking shed at The Club is a wonderful place. Hardly a shed at all it is a stone built open sided structure that consists of just a roof held up by pillars along the front side that faces the gardens. The rear of the roof abuts the main building and is supported on it so there are no pillars at the rear. The roof is pitched and hipped and shod with curved terracotta tiles in a Spanish or Italian style. Mounted atop the roof is a small wooden bell tower or campanile that has a steeply pointed spire of its own shod with copper sheathing that has oxidised green with age. It holds a large clock angled so that two of it's faces look towards the pool and gardens and its small cheerful bell chimes out the hours. It's nice to know the milking shed provides a useful service for the bitches and the club members alike.<br/><br/>The building is about fifty feet long and ten or twelve deep and the columns that hold the roof up are a rich yellow Tuscan limestone with pointed arches in a gothic style between each pair. You get into the building by walking up a couple of low wide steps that surround it so it sits on a low plinth. Each milking stall is three or four feet wide and five or six deep so there's room to milk a dozen or fifteen bitches at once and space for dogs or guests to stand behind the row of milking stalls and take the shade which is very welcome and necessary when a bitch might be milked twice a day, an hour at a time, morning and evening.<br/><br/>Within the old style stone structure the machinery itself is antiseptically clean and consists of all steel plating to the raised floor with steel bars in a goal-post shape (a flat-topped 'U') separating each bitch. The dog is led up a step and between two of these bars so she faces the wall. Her back legs are secured in place by a pair of leather cuffs that are bolted to the poolside end of the goal-post bars. This forces her knees about three feet apart. Her front legs are lifted, one at a time and bent up behind her until vertical and the paws cuffed into another pair of leather cuffs that hang down on a chain over each stall, the chains for these are bolted securely into the main transverse roof beam of stout wood that runs along the centre of the structure and intersects the A-frame beams that hold up the roof.<br/><br/>The milking machinery and the storage and refrigeration tanks are in the small building at the end of the Trainers' Wing, the hoses for each stall run from there to the interior of the milking shed roof and then down from within the roof space to end in a pair of glass cups. The bitches are bound up in the strappado position so their breasts can be accessed easily and because milking seems to be intensely pleasurable for most of them and to have them thrashing about would be inconvenient. Behind them, the bitches are also available to be serviced by boy or girl dogs or, by pressing a button on the front face of the bars dividing each stall the step behind the bitch can be lowered to provide a position from which a standing human can comfortably access the front or back doors of the animal. It is very common for owners to fuck their dogs while they are being milked, or have other dogs do it. It's quite common to see a row of girls licking away at the behinds and wet sexes of a row of whining and repeatedly orgasming girls as they are milked. The milking shed is consequently a very popular place, though noisy, and a tall hedge of fine, neatly clipped box conceals it from the rest of the gardens. Today several owners were watching, just for the entertainment value.<br/><br/>In front of the milking stalls there is a walkway to allow the owner or staff to connect the suction cups and to have the dogs service them orally if they wish. Finally the entire rear wall of the shed is a huge mirror allowing owners to see their pets faces reflected and for the dogs to see the other dogs and whatever else is going on behind them. It’s a truly masterful piece of design.<br/><br/>Today Susie was in the next stall and two or three stalls down three or four other dogs were being milked though these had been left alone, their owners possibly taking a swim in the pool. A trainer was walking slowly up and down in front of the mirror keeping an eye on things. At The Club you could hand over your dog to the staff to be milked or do it yourself under the watchful eye of the professionals.<br/><br/><strong>"There. This looks fun, doesn't it, puppy? You're going to enjoy this. Up you get, beside Susie there."<br/><br/>"Hello again,"</strong>I said chattily to Keith and June,<strong>"Max and Susie having fun?"</strong><br/><br/>"Lil Susie Pup is," June answered. "She's been a good girl today, took her medicine and even did a low jump in the training run this morning, so she's having a little treat."<br/><br/>"Max however," Keith broke in, "Has been a bad boy. We caught him humping some owner's dog at lunchtime. It was so embarrassing. Their first visit here. Their dog was a dumb one - the lady was thinking of getting rid of it and buying a Club dog and on her first day her pet gets attacked by ours. We've tried to train him well and reward him for his success and obedience but he just has these bad days, you know? Unruly. So right now he's under orders not to go any faster than that and not to have an orgasm, otherwise we'll mount him on The Frame this evening."<br/><br/><strong>"Ouch,"</strong>was all I could comment. The Frame in the main playroom was nasty. Dogs on there were not allowed sexual release though guests could tease them and of course flog them or cane them. Boys and girls were often fucked in the behind by dumb boy dogs as a special punishment. Weights and other cock and ball bondage were frequently applied to the most tender and vulnerable parts of their bodies. I loved it!<br/><br/><strong>"I'll put Candy up beside Susie if I may, they can enjoy each other's company. Up you get Candy, between the bars on the steel floor bit. Up. Up. Good girl!"</strong>I bent down and pulled Candy's left knee over to put the cuff around her leg just above the knee, buckling it nice and tight. Then I cuffed her right knee to the other side. Being this close to the raw power and rich boy-dog scent of Max was intense. It was bad enough for me so I wondered how Candy was coping, the poor dear must be so frustrated right now.<br/><br/>Just how I liked my dogs to be.<br/><br/>I went around the end of the shed and along by the mirrored wall. Here I reached for Candy's left front leg and lifting it and twisting it up behind her back I pulled it up taut and secured the paw in the cuffs that hung from the ceiling. A trainer then came along and holding Candy's weight by her shoulders allowed me to lift her right front leg and secure that paw as well.<br/><br/><strong>"There. Nice and comfy!"</strong>I squatted down in front of her and taking her head in my hands gave her a nice soft wet kiss. She was all messy with puppy drool. I wiped her chin for her.<strong>"You're going to enjoy this little puppy, only make sure you don't enjoy it too much. If you cum I'm going to whip the skin off your tits and backside once you're done milking so don't fucking cum, understand?"</strong>My voice was still sugar sweet but my eyes were hard. I reached under her to grab her now dangling unprotected tits and felt them. They were hard, absolutely full of milk. I jiggled them playfully a little and gave her a quick squeeze or two. Beside me the trainer handed me a sterile wet wipe and I cleaned her nipples and aureoles and the flesh of her breasts around her thick long teats. These wipes killed bacteria and also left behind a sticky moist fluid that assisted in the suction seal. I gave the dirty wipe back and taking one of the (also pre-greased) glass cups with its rubber rim, fitted it over one of Candy's nipples. The airline in the hose was already running at low pressure and the cup sucked onto the dog's breast with one easy quick<em>thup!</em>sound. Already the slight vacuum was drawing the nipple out and down into the body of the cup, extending the teat to over a half an inch long and squeezing a portion of the breast around the aureole into it's cylindrical body. Milk was already oozing out. I fitted the second cup and let them go, the cups and hoses dangling down. I nodded to the trainer and he flipped the switch in stall eight to 'on' and the machinery whirred up and began to pump, the vacuum being applied to the left tit, then the right, then back to the left in steady and loud beats,<em>Ker-thak! Ker-thaakk! Ker-thwack!</em>the pump chattered away pumping every second or so. Immediately milk jetted out of Candy and into the glass cups in thick white gouts.<br/><br/><strong>"My word, you needed that, didn't you?"</strong>I beamed down at her, pleased she was an easy puppy to milk, Some were not.<strong>"Look at yourself in the mirror Candy, don't you look a sexy puppy like that. Bondage suits you, I'll have to tie you up lots!"</strong>I still used my sing-song happy dog trainer's voice as though I were talking to a slow child.<br/><br/><em>Ker-thakk, ker-thak, ker-thakk, kuh-thak...</em>Next to Candy Lil Susie Pup was moaning desperately. It looked like she might soon be coming. Her eyes were rolled back in her skull so just the whites showed. Big long strings of drool hung from her jaw. She lifted her head back and shuddered as Max took her slowly and deeply, on and on...<br/>