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Farmer's Market
(Faye Valentine)

At first glance Daisy's office looked like any other with a modest cherry-finish desk sitting off to the right with filing cabinets to either side of the high-back chair, three comfortable looking chairs straight ahead and a mini fridge to my immediate left. But that's where the similarities ended and the differences began. Instead of books or perhaps plants, knick-knacks or anything else, Dildos and butt plugs of metal and glass lined the long shelf attached to the wall over the three chairs while three sex machines rested against the left wall. Hanging behind and to the right of the desk were dozens of canes, floggers, paddles and myriad gags.

"Wow, lot of toys."

"This? If you think this is a lot wait until you see the club. Why don't you go ahead and take your clothes off and I'll get the paperwork ready."

"Yes Ma'am. Um, can I ask you to please go slow so it doesn't hurt? With the plug I mean. I've done anal but it's been a while and never with anything that big."

"Honey, if it hurts then I'm doing it wrong. I promise you'll feel nothing but pleasure as I work the plug in. And if you're willing to make a bit more of a bonus let me fist you and I'll make it a grand."

"Is that going to require me to wear an even bigger plug for the next eight hours?"

"Three inches but at that point you'll easily be able to handle it. Your choice. Which is rule number one at the Farmer's Market. With the exception of being milked that is. Everything else you may politely decline unless it's disciplinary actions which cannot be refused under any condition short of quitting. My god, you do have a set don't you," she smiled as my shirt fell open revealing my full double dees. "I'm gonna milk your desperation for all it's worth. Pun definitely intended. Have sex with me. Let me be the first to taste your milk as I work my fist up your ass and I'll up the bonus to fifteen hundred."

"Make it two grand and you have a deal. You'll not only be the first here to taste my milk you'll also have the distinction of being the first to fist me and my first woman."

"Seventeen-fifty."

"Twenty-two-fifty."

"Um, I'm not sure you know how haggling works."

"Or I do," I grinned. "Tell you what, let's meet halfway. Two grand and you have a deal."

"HA! We're going to get along just fine. Two grand it is. But I better feel that tongue going deep as possible."

"I'll do my best to make you feel as good as you do me," I said as I stepped out of my pants leaving me standing there in only my panties. The last of my clothes hitting the floor, I walked over to my new boss and put my hand on the small of her back. "Can I kiss you?"

"Honey, you have my permission to so whatever you like."