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“Wow,” breathed Rachel. “This is fucking nice.”
“It is,” agreed Penelope. “I think Riley and Elisabeth should come visit. Take some notes.”
They swapped a look at that, chuckling. Neither Riley nor Elisabeth would take kindly to someone suggesting that another club was nicer than theirs. However the space available on a Montana ranch was significantly larger than the square footage of an old London townhouse—even if it had been expanded over the years.
“Come on,” said Rachel. “Let’s go to our playroom.”
Penelope went to move before she realized that Rachel wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, she was looking intently around the room. Aside from a petite woman behind the bar, the room was empty.
Then she turned back to Penelope. “Come on, little moo, let’s go to our playroom.”
And it was at that moment that Penelope realized what Rachel was hinting at. She wasn’t being ordered or asked, but the choice was hers. She made it, and sunk to her knees, looking up at Rachel with a wide smile. “Yes, Miss Rachel.”
Rachel crouched beside her, slipping her hand around the nape of Penelope’s neck and tugging her forward for a gentle kiss. “Shall I put on your collar?”
“Moo,” said Penelope, and everything else fell away. Rachel and she were the only people in this room, the only people in the universe, and when her collar went into place about her neck, Penny felt like she’d come home.
Her Domme pushed the cowbell gently and it rang out, the sound charming in the quiet of the Dungeon.
She straightened, and Penelope was about to follow after her on all fours, when Rachel put her hand into the bag of goodies from the gift store and pulled out the leash.
“What do you think, Strawberry Moo? Shall I lead you to your stall?”
“Moooo…” The noise seemed loud in the empty Dungeon, and Penelope almost flinched backward, but before she could, Rachel leaned down and clipped the leash onto her collar.
“Come on, little moo, follow me.”
Penny stumbled forward, awkwardly moving across the room on all fours. Her skirt whooshed about her knees as she moved, and she looked up occasionally, following the leather boots in front of her. Eventually they stopped, and she paused behind them, shifting from knee to knee.
Mina had had kneepads, but Mina had spent significantly more time in cow mode than Penny.
“You okay there, Penny?” asked Rachel, as she went to open the door.
Penny almost mooed in reply, but then she caught the anxiety in Rachel’s eyes as she watched her shifting. “I’m good,” she said. “I promise, Rachel.”
And then Rachel opened the door and anything else Penelope might have said was lost as she took in the scene before her.
There were straw-colored padded mats all across the floor, and then little individual milking stalls, lined up. The whole thing looked like an indoor barn and Penelope was utterly entranced.
“Holy crap,” said Rachel. “This is phenomenal. How the hell did they manage to pull this together in a couple of hours?”
She sounded as shocked as Penelope felt. This was everything that she could have ever imagined, and more. Because it wasn’t cold and with a hard floor. This was softer, purposely created for Penelope’s needs and wants and desires.
“Come on, little moo,” said Rachel, tugging gently on the leash, and Penelope followed her Domme into the room, and into one of the stalls.
The stall had tall rails on either side, a pail, a low stool and a custom spanking bench. Penny didn’t know whether they’d hadit made after Mina’s visit, in case another hucow came along, but it seemed perfect. Adjustable placeholders for her feet and hands, and a frame for her to drape across.
But the biggest difference about this spanking bench, was the fact that there was a big hole in the center of it.
A hole for Penelope’s breasts to hang down.
CHAPTER 14
Rachel
Rachel’s hands were trembling as she helped Penelope off with her top and then her bra and helped her up so she could clamber atop the spanking bench.
The milking bench.
