I often fall back on an old fantasy of mine, one I’ve had for a long time.

I imagine somebody takes me away by force to live in a farm, someplace secluded enough that my new owner doesn’t have to worry about getting caught. He burns my clothes and shackles me in a pen, making sure to **** me every single day, as many times as his cock can manage, until I’m swollen with a calf in my belly and I’m making him warm fresh milk.

I’d be so turned on by how taboo it all is, I’d be an easy target because if that, just whip out a nice juicy cock and I’ll be so horny I’ll bend over and submit myself immediately.