RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br/><br/>The dog went ballistic! My word how she liked that! I'd seen all kinds of reactions from bitches at their first milking but this was one of the more extreme ones. It was certainly impressive... I thought she might dislocate her shoulders. I reached out to grab her shoulders and flanks and keep her steady.<br/><br/><strong>"My, my, my! Good heavens, you do like that don't you? Hm? Gosh this little puppy likes being milked doesn't she?"</strong>I leaned forwards and kissed her wet, open, gasping mouth, smothering her in a long, deep sensuous kiss, giving her my tongue to suck on, trying to calm her down. We kissed for a long time, three or four minutes and I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. She tasted yummy and was eager to please it seemed. I let our mouths part. I was panting a little too now.<br/><br/><strong>"Mmm... what a lovely bitch you are. Like kissies too, eh? I wonder what else you like. But I can't have you thrashing about in the milking stall, you might damage yourself."</strong>I stood up and beckoned the attendant over and asked him to use the straps to tie her tightly in place. Milking could take upwards of an hour so she needed to be comfortable for a long stay... and so I could attend to other things without having to worry about dislocated shoulders half way through.<br/><br/>The securing straps were a pair of wide leather panels, some six inches wide. They had securing clamps attached to rings at each end that tied them off securely to the 'goal post' bars to each side of each milking stall. The attendant clamped the end of one strap on one side of Candy, passed it under her so it took her weight a little on her ribcage below her bust and clamped the other end to the bar on the far side. The second wide strap was fitted identically but across her back. The two straps could be tautened by tightening the clamps which the attendant now did until Candy was held firmly yet comfortably in place, unable to swing from side to side or bounce up and down. Her arms needed lifting a little now as less of her weight was hanging from them, so the attendant thoughtfully hauled her bound arms up a little more.<br/><br/><strong>"There,"</strong>I smiled down at her,<strong>"That's better. Much more comfy. Now, one last thing..."</strong>I called to the attendant one final time.<strong>"Please may I have a Y hook, a size... hm..."</strong>I pondered what size Candy could accept. She might be unused to having her anus stretched so I decided to play it safe this first time...<strong>"...a size three please."</strong>The sizes began with a size one which had a probe of an inch diameter. The diameter sizes then increased in quarter inch increments up to a size thirteen which was only used on very experienced and well abused - and very slack - dogs or for especially harsh torture. At four inches diameter it would rip an inexperienced animal to pieces. That might be what some owners liked doing to their own property but the clubs' rented dogs had to remain intact. In some ways a rented dog was safer, the levels of abuse and pain they would suffer were limited while owned dogs were killed on a regular basis by the more sadistic members. Usually only dumb dogs died, it was rare to have a thinking dog subjected to the ultimate tortures though it had been known.<br/><br/>The attendant brought the device over. All club equipment was of exquisite design and quality. The Y hook was of polished rolled steel, the shaft and divided Y ends a centimetre diameter. For humans this would be called an ass hook and was a 'J' shaped curve of steel, but for dogs, cats and other pets the upper end of the 'J' was forked so that the animal's tail would fit snugly in the fork of the two arms. The short arms ended in steel loops to which chains or ropes could be attached. The Y hook's business end - the curled end of the 'J' - was tipped with a steel plug. For a size three hook this plug was an inch and a half diameter, plenty broad enough to hurt a virgin doggie which is what my assumption of Candy was. She may have enjoyed anal sex as a woman or she might not - though she'd probably been anal raped a few times by the dog pound workers... The steel plug was short and stubby, just four inches long so quite easy to wear for extended periods. The chains or ropes could be secured to the back of the dog's collar to choke it or secured to a knot of hair to drag its head up and back. It was thus a posture device as well as an anal pleaser. I wanted Candy's head held up for something I planned in a minute so taking two cotton corded ropes I tied these around a wound hank of the bitch's long red hair and had the attendant pass the ropes up over her paw cuffs and down the other side. I then went around the stalls, chatting pleasantly with Keith and June who were enjoying the show, taking the Y hook with me and unceremoniously shoved it's business end in her cunt, sliding it in and out a few times firmly and roughly to get the steel plug well coated with juice. I then took it out and pushed the object against her exposed anus, working the device against the natural resistance of her body until, aided by the slippery puppy-juice the head end popped in and I slid all four inches of the plug home. I adjusted the Y fork so it sat snugly around her tail and tied off the cords to the loops using a slip knot. I then adjusted the slip knot tighter and tighter until the plug was pulled hard into her body and her head dragged well back and up.<br/><br/>I gave her cute rump a couple of spanks.<br/><br/><strong>"There we go, all nice and secure,"</strong>I cooed happily as I returned to Candy's head.<strong>"Does Candy like her cute little butt plugged nice and full? Hm?"</strong>I didn't care if she did or not,<em>I</em>did, and that was the point. I knelt to kiss her again, roughly fondling her tits as I did so and then standing back up and reaching behind me, untied my bikini top and let it fall on my bag. I then untied the string sides of my bikini briefs and threw them aside too. Although I shave down below - in fact I'm IPL treated - I do not shave completely. It’s a social statement thing. Dogs are shaved so in our culture a shaven woman is 'a dog' a lower class citizen. Some do it, some don't. There's no huge stigma to it but I like to give physical evidence that I'm not a dog so while I'm smooth around my lips and as far as my clit, above, on my mound I have a neatly trimmed front lawn, just a triangle of short stubble.<br/><br/>Smiling, and with hands arrogantly placed on hips, I pushed my front lawn firmly against Candy's drooling open mouth, now held securely up by the infernal device stretching her sphincter.<strong>"Now puppy, one of the most important things bitches do around here, make their owners cum. Now eat me out and eat me out good or I'll cane your backside so hard you won't be able to sleep on your back for a week."</strong><br/><br/>William had secured Cherri in the stall on the other side of Candy and I smiled at him and gave a little wave to his dog as she was set up for milking.