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Mina

“Rawhide Ranch?” Mina asked incredulously. Alliterative and catchy, but until this moment she’d never heard of it. The idea that it might be the answer to all her needs (and not-so-secret desires now that she’d outted herself to her friends) was what made her incredulous.

On the computer screen, Vicky nodded.

It was Mina’s weekly video chat with her four besties—Vicky, Layne, Penelope, and Amanda.

They were all spread out geographically, their friendship having started in an online chat room for kinksters, but they’d become her best friends.

Which was saying something, because Mina didn’t make friends easily, but now she had four and they talked on a weekly basis.

Though, technically Layne was her cousin, but still.

The fact that they’d never met in person didn’t matter (other than Layne of course), they were there for her and she was there for them. The friendships were real. No matter what her older sister Esther said.

They were all as different as could be.

Vicky was beautiful, blonde, and lived in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, working as a chef with her hot Daddy husband.

They belonged to a BDSM club called the Outlands, and though they didn’t go often, at least they had the option.

She was the only one of them who’d been to the Ranch, though she’d never mentioned it before today.

She was hilariously adorable, super outspoken, and seemed to know a little bit about everything.

Amanda was a brunette living just outside Detroit in Michigan. She had a vicious sense of humor and a sadistic streak she liked to take out on the male submissives who worshipped at her feet. She helped run Prestige, which sounded like a super fancy, elite club from her descriptions.

Neither Layne nor Penelope were in the US.

Penelope was their UK contingent. She had a gorgeous Domme named Miss Rachel, which made her and Vicky the only two who were actually in a dynamic.

Another blonde, though her hair was more honey colored than Vicky’s and she had curves for days that made Mina wildly jealous.

Layne and Mina looked alike though Mina’s dad was White, and her hair was lighter brown and had more of a curl to it, like his, rather than being as straight or as dark as Layne’s.

Layne’s skin had always been a shade or two darker than Mina’s, even before she’d moved to an island and gotten a glorious year-round tan.

They were both short and petite in every way though, looking more like sisters than Mina’s actual sister Esther.

Esther had curves to rival Penelope’s and she was tall enough that she didn’t have to climb onto counters to get into the upper cabinets, unlike Mina.

When it came to personality, Layne and Mina were as different as Esther and Mina.

The only thing they had in common was their lack of ability to make friends, which was probably why they’d ended up bonding at family gatherings growing up.

But Layne liked physical work, getting her hands dirty, and figuring out mechanical stuff, while Mina was all about tech, computers, gadgets and cyber puzzles.

Mina talked more than Layne did and was a glass-half-full person while Layne tended towards the Debbie Downer side of things, though she claimed she was just down-to-earth.

Layne now lived on Hideaway Island, a fabulous kink resort on a private island, where she worked on the maintenance crew.

Basically, everyone except Mina had access to amazing BDSM clubs, which didn’t seem fair at all. Why weren’t there BDSM clubs anywhere near her?

Because I live in Alabama. Duh.

She couldn’t even buy a sex toy without filling out a form confirming that it was definitely not being purchased for the stimulation of sexual organs and that it was for some kind of medical, scientific, educational, legislative, judicial, or law enforcement purposes.

Educating my vagina on what an orgasm feels like.

Stupid obscenity laws. Freaking ridiculous.

Why certain people had such an obsession with controlling other people’s sex lives and sexual pleasure, she would never understand.

She knew she was kinky. She’d just never gotten to experience it with a real Dom, though a few of her ex-boyfriends had been willing to try a bit of spanking.

“I’ve heard of it too,” Layne said seriously, pushing her glasses higher onto her nose. To absolutely no one’s surprise, she didn’t elaborate. Layne was not one to offer more than what she thought was absolutely necessary to a conversation.

“I have too but I’m even more curious now,” Amanda said, leaning forward on her computer desk and propping her chin on her hand.

Why had everyone heard of this place except Mina? She huffed, but she did it quietly so that she didn’t interrupt Amanda.

“What makes you think they can help Mina with her hucow fantasy? I thought the ranch was just for Littles.”

“No, not at all. The Ranch caters to kinksters of all kinds. Big, Little, Dominant or submissive, it’s the kind of place where fantasies come true,” Vicky explained, waving one of her hands as if that explained everything.

“Rawhide Ranch is just magical. I’m sure if you write them and tell them what you want, they’ll find a way to make it happen. ”

“You think they can re-create me committing some kind of crime and being sentenced to being a hucow?” Mina asked, teasing, because she knew that wasn’t what Vicky meant.

Vicky rolled her eyes.

“I mean that they can probably make the hucow thing happen. Maybe even the auction.”

Mina gasped, gripping the sides of her desk as she leaned forward. There was only one way Vicky could know about the auction.

“You finally read it!”

“I finally read it,” Vicky confirmed, ducking her head as her cheeks turned pink. “It was hotter than I thought it would be. One of those… ‘I’m definitely not into this, oh wait, shit am I into this?’ situations.”

“I read it too,” Penelope admitted, blushing as she raised her hand. “It was hot. I didn’t expect to be as into it as I was.”

Both Amanda and Layne stared in fascination.

Ever since Mina had read His Favorite Hucow , she’d been obsessed with the idea of hucows and she’d gone down a rabbit hole of books but they hadn’t been enough to fill the craving that had welled up inside her.

She’d tried to get her friends to read it so that she would at least be able to talk to them about the book or that maybe they’d start to understand why she was so fascinated at the idea of being milked.

They’d been supportive but very confused when she’d started waxing poetic about hucows.

“See? I told you!” Mina was jubilant. It was so nice to just be understood.

“I’m not saying I’m interested in doing it, though if Saul and I ever have a baby he says he wants to taste the milk.” Vicky covered her face with her hands, shaking her head. “I think I might die, but I’m not as against it as I thought I would be.”

Amanda crossed her arms over her boobs. “I might try reading the book, but there’s no way I’d let anyone milk me.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Mina said, snickering. “There’s a lot of things the rest of us do that you wouldn’t. That’s what happens when you make besties with a bunch of subbies.”

“Yeah well… someone’s got to keep an eye on you all,” Amanda replied with a laugh.

“Hey, I resemble that remark,” Mina joked, making them all laugh. “Okay, I mean… I’ll take what I can get. I’ve already been looking into ways to make myself lactate.”

“Did you find anything?” Penelope asked, obviously intrigued.

“Of course you have,” Layne muttered at the same time, shaking her head.

“I did, I can share it with anyone who’s interested.” Everyone except Penelope shook their heads. Penelope gave her a teeny nod.

There was nothing Mina liked more than a good research project.

What she didn’t tell them was that she’d already gone far beyond looking up the ways to help her produce milk.

She’d been taking the supplements that were supposed to help and her pump had arrived yesterday.

She’d already used it once while simultaneously educating her vagina.

It was the hottest education she’d ever given herself.

But she wasn’t ready to admit that to them yet. As supportive as they were, they just didn’t get it. Except maybe Penelope, but she’d just started down the rabbit hole. Who knew if she’d end up feeling the same way as Mina did.

She wanted to go somewhere that people got it. Was Rawhide Ranch that place?

Patrick

Rawhide Ranch was quickly becoming one of Patrick’s favorite stops, which was unfortunate for him because they didn’t actually need him that often.

There was only one dairy cow’s hooves to trim, though he’d also taken on the goats that were part of the petting zoo.

Today he’d be doing the first trim for two younger cows that they’d added to the menagerie.

Though he wasn’t a Daddy Dom, there was something special about the Ranch.

Maybe it was just that kink was so clearly and openly accepted there, no matter what the kink was.

His truck ambled down the drive, his chute securely riding in the trailer behind him, until he reached the point where he could see the buildings.

Coming onto the Ranch always felt like stepping outside of the real world and into a dream. A really fucking good dream.

Pulling his truck around to the barn, he waved at Arlo who was standing outside the pen where they’d herded Stella. The two young heifers were in there with her, bumping up against her sides as they looked out of the fence at the new arrival.