A Brand New Tattoo

Amy's ass cheek stung as the veterinarian wiped her new tattoo with a disinfectant cloth. The line indicating that she'd successfully been bred once. Amy felt lucky they hadn't decided to tattoo her forehead, as that would have hurt more. The master has said he liked the look of her face as it was, so the vet had chosen another location for her tally.

Two weeks before, Amy had been squatting in the birthing quarters, fulfilling her purpose in life for the first time. She was unused to the lack of weight around her middle section and it had taken a few days to get used to not being pregnant again. The breeding hadn't taken as bad a toll on her as it had on some other slaves, her body was still taught, her ass full, and her teats pert. The only change being a slight pooch on her stomach and a few stretch marks. All in all, a lucky first time.

"Up." commanded the vet, and Amy raised herself onto her knees. The vet hadn't bothered chaining her down as this **** had always been compliant. The turned her around so that she was kneeling on the edge of the exam table, legs behind her under the padded waist bar, feet pointed towards the point when the sows were chained to the table for inspection.

"Spread." Amy moved her legs apart slightly, granting access to her cunt. The vet produced a leather belt with a wide patch dangling from the middle, two smaller bands on either side of the patch fell down too. The vet wrapped the belt around Amy's waist, bucking it in place in the back. The leather patch now dangles directly in front of Amy's cunt and when the vet had finished looping the smaller leather straps under her legs, around her ass cheeks, and attached them to the same buckle, Amy understood its purpose.

The sound of a padlock clicking into place behind her was followed by the vets voice: "This will prevent any errant farmhand or loose stud from taking you too early. Will also prevent you from playing with yourself. After a month without release, when cunt is ready for cock again, you'll be begging for release. Just like you were when you first joined us here."

The chastity belt now firmly in place, blocking any attempt to touch, penetrate, or view her pussy, Amy was led out of the vet's office and outside to the exercise paddock where dozens of other women ran, sunned themselves, and enjoyed their free hours outside of the breeding barn. The farm hand let go of Amy's leash and closed the gate behind him. She was now free to do what she wanted for an hour or so, before the women would be brought back into the barn for the rest of the work day.