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F****d The Wrong Sister - An Erotic Sex Story - Part One
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We grew up in the 1940's and '50's on a
small dairy and chicken farm in Belfast, Maine. 'We' being my two
brothers and three cousins. Times there were hard. Farming in those
days, as I suspect it is now, was an austere life. Lots of hard work
with little compensation. I think the people who bought our milk and
chickens made the money. The small farmer seldom benefited then and I
doubt they are doing much better today.
There wasn't a lot of money for extras
or store - bought things especially sweets like cookies, cakes, or
pies. Things that kids love. Not to worry. We were blessed to have as
our aunt one of the finest - maybe THE finest - bakers of such things
as there was in the 'kind old state' of Maine if not the entire New
England area....
As a girl growing up on a farm in
Minnesota to a good Catholic family this meant I came from a family
with lots of kids. There was always something to do on the farm.
In the winter there was running out and
feeding the cows and pigs. Picking eggs from the chickens. Then there
was always the problem of getting the snow out of the driveway so we
can catch the bus for school and when you have 1/4 mile driveway it
takes awhile.
For instance, their three-year-old
Carter learns from what he sees on the farm. "I found an orange
spider," he yelled last Wednesday to whoever is in earshot, as he
inspected the portable teeter-totter that Peter played on when he was a
child. As his brother Clay came over to look at it,...
The work of cultivating soil, producing
crops, and raising livestock is the definition of agriculture
("Agriculture"). The goods produced and the means by which they are
created vary greatly. Agriculture has been an essential part of
American life since the foundation of our country. However, many people
do not realize that many aspects of human life depend on the numerous
types of agriculture.
My passion for horses goes back to my early childhood in a
small town near the Great Lakes. If there was anything to do with a
horse, I was fascinated and totally spellbound always in total awe of
these beautiful magnificent creatures.
I loved the way they walked, in total control and I watched
every muscle on their legs as they pranced in a field. I fed them grass
through the holes in a fence just to be near them and pat them although
I was afraid of them at the same time. I brought them red apples from
home, or a sugar cube, when I had one, to feed them. I do not know why
this is, but I am simply in captivated love - with horses.
As a child at the age of six or older, I was taken ...
Growing up on a Delaware farm was a
wonderful and rewarding experience for me.
In my early youth, I grew up on a farm where we had 33 cows,
18 we milked twice a day, 3 horses, some chickens, 60 acres of corn,
hay and pasture. It was a farm that my maternal grandparents owned.
There were barns, tractors, long hours and Sundays in church. We grew
corn, hay and pasture. We had a large garden and some fruit trees. We
hunted ..."
Ever heard of wild chickens? Well
neither had Jesse, the author, until the neighbours from hell rented 28
acres from a local farmer where his friend Bryan used to take his
English gaming fowl for some freedom. After a series of misfortunate,
or fortunate events, depending on whose viewpoint you champion, Jesse
became a part-owner of this land. But how did that happen?
"Curiosity killed the cat" is an old
adage. For those of us who own cats, we know that that appears to be
true; they are a curious lot, and many really need those nine lives.
For this next story, however, it appears that sometimes there isn't
even a choice on the path to curiosity! Many thanks again to Jesse
Taylor for his delightful contributions to our website!
"My Daddy, Willard, came to Ohio to be
a bridge builder. He didn't own the company, but he loved working
outside and never could stand looking at the same scenery for too very
long. You can see how the job would appeal to someone like that...
Read Red
Wilde and the Cat for an amusing cat story.

The Simple Life: Old Timely Ways - I
don't know about teaching any classes on the "good old simple ways" of
doing things. Growing up back in the hills of Kentucky, five miles from
the nearest paved road and two miles from the nearest neighbor, with no
electricity or indoor plumbing, we lived simply, but we may not have
lived the best. Far as I'm concerned, today's Amish, even the most
conservative of them, have a lifestyle that's full of 100 times more
modern conveniences than we ever had.
I never got ice cream, candy or soda
pop. At 12 years old, I...
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A Caning By Miss Spiteful
Always On The Bare
A Visit To Greenwich
At My Lady's Pleasure
Ball Shackle Story
Charles
George
I Met Claire In A Coffee Shop
Judicial Bastinado
Judicial Punishment
Kevin's Poem
Kim
Long Weekend
Long Weekend Conclusion
Loving Domination
My Visit
Penitence
Plimsolls
Robin's Electrical Torture
Shoeshine Boy
Slave To The Cane
The Basement
The Cleaning Maid
The Colony
The Escape Artist
The Huntress Caning
The Language School
The Worm's View
Webb Encounters
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She walked around the desk. I stood up.
She led me to a small room. It was like my doctor’s room.
“Please remove your clothes, Peter. Here is a gown for you. Our doctor will need to give you a short medical check, and measure your present weight without clothing. The doctor will be with you in a few minutes”.
She left the room. I undressed, and put on the gown. I sat on the bench, and waited.
The doctor came in. She was a powerful-looking woman with short blond hair. Another woman came in with her. She also looked strong.
“Good afternoon, Peter. Please step onto the scales. And you will need to slip off your gown too. We need your exact weight, without clothes”.
I was embarrassed by this, but did as she asked.
“Very good. You may put your gown back on. Please sit on the bench”.
She gave me a short medical examination.
“That’s all good” she said at last. “Have you had a tetanus injection within the last five years?”
“Then I recommend that you have one, since you will be on a farm for your training. I can give you one now, if you wish”.
“Ok, thanks, let’s do that” I said.
She prepared a hypodermic needle.
She looked at me, as if she was trying to say something.
“This also contains a sedative, Peter. Is that ok? You can still refuse if you wish. You still have 24 hours to change your mind, so you may want to wait before getting this shot. So if you don’t want the shot, just say, and I’ll tell them you declined.”
“I don’t understand. Why would I refuse? I want to do this” I said.
She gave me the injection. I immediately felt the effect. I felt sleepy.
“There. No turning back now! Not for you! Lie down on the bench and rest. You’ll be asleep in a few seconds now. We’ll take care of you from now on, Peter” she said.
I lay down. I suddenly felt enormously tired. “Good luck with your new life, Peter” I heard her say. She seemed to be a long way away.
I was not aware of falling asleep, or of sleeping at all, but I must have, because I suddenly woke up.
I was in a different room, which I did not recognize. Time must have passed. I was lying on a stretcher. A Lady I hadn’t seen before stood before me. I had some kind of jacket on. When I tried to sit up, I found I was held down. And my arms were held across my chest by the jacket. I realized it was a strait jacket, strapped tight. I realized I was naked under the canvas jacket.
“Relax, Peter.You have been asleep for 24 hours. We have put you in a lunatic restraint, a strait jacket, as a precaution.” said the Lady “You are perfectly safe, but you won’t be able to get out of that restraint, so don’t bother fighting against it. It’s just a standard precaution. We put you in it while we were transporting you here, while you were asleep, just in case you woke up early. I’ll take if off in a few minutes. Just relax”.
I stopped struggling against the straps, and lay still. She looked down at me, and smiled.
“I welcome you to your new life, Peter. 24 hours have elapsed, so your contract is now fully in effect. You can’t cancel it now. I am your Supervisor. You are now at our Farm. This is where you will serve out the terms of your contract. As you recall, you agreed to the training course that we have devised. Our course is designed to harden males physically, reduce their weight to a value proper for a healthy male, and to modify their male impulses as required for the service of women. For new entrants, this means we need to use methods which require some degree of compulsion. And that includes you, Peter! You probably didn’t realize it, but the contract you signed contained your agreement to be committed here for the term of the contract. We therefore have the legal right to use enforcement. And we intend to!”
She continued “I see you are a well-fed male. And have not been exercising much. All our inmates are overweight and unfit when they arrive. We remedy that gradually, and with care, so that our men become as lean and strong, as males are naturally intended to be. But our Society provides more improvement than purely physical. We modify male attitudes, and make males into good slaves of women. I emphasize the word “good”. Any male can be a bad slave. We train males to be good slaves!”
I still felt sleepy. I must surely be hallucinating from the drug. I could not believe what I was hearing. What on earth was she talking about? Male slaves? She obviously hasn’t heard about gender equality! Time for me to straighten this out…..
“Excuse me? Miss? Miss Supervisor? You are making a mistake, I’m not here for....” I started to explain….
“Be quiet!” she shouted. I was immediately silent. She was quite frightening when she spoke like that! She was very angry!
She took a breath. I did not dare move. I could not, anyway, in the strait jacket. She was clearly angry.
“Alright Peter. Please excuse my anger. I’m calm now! Please understand that I am not used to a male telling me that I’m making a mistake! And it’s been a long time since a male even spoke to me without permission! But of course you are new here, and do not know our rules. So I won’t punish you! But, please, just be quiet. I will give you a chance to speak later”
She went on. “This farm is owned by a private group of Ladies, who wish to hold men as slaves. We mean real slaves, not pretend slaves. We therefore seek out suitable men, men who are able to make the needed financial a
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