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Sow Primer Ch. 01

By: InYourDreams



It all unravelled like a ball of string. One momentary slip and away it scurried, racing from her fumbling fingers with unstoppable energy, carrying away with it her past life and her future. Of course at the time she had no idea of the significance of this ephemeral moment of embarrassment, yet it was to creep back up on her, stalk her, homing in from behind on her unsuspecting until it had grabbed a hold on her and she would be lost.

Maybe that wasn't right. Maybe she couldn't lay it all at the door of that one moment. The more she reflected upon it, the more she realised that she had been on a journey long before that and the tipping point, that moment when you teeter upon the brink, unable to make the final decision, unwilling to commit yourself, the irrevocable step was never really the true moment of change. It was simply the moment when you recognise the journey you have been on. The collapse of the final barrier that you fool yourself with, reassuring yourself that you remain in control all the while you are relinquishing it; the culmination of choices and their inevitable consequences sapping away at your freedom, herding you towards your pen, tying you in with fine nylon strings that, as they wrap themselves around you, appear so insubstantial, yet when too late you realise they are impossible to break. Bound and dragged along by these Lilliputian bindings until you are in your stall, your bright metal ring glimmering above you upon the wall, to which you are now tethered, a steely chain with no key and no way back. 

How had it come to this? How come she did not notice what she was slipping into? God knows she had enough clues of the irrevocable transformation she was being put through. Had the changes been too subtle or profound? In retrospect she recognised that she had placed her own blinkers around her eyes, concealing her submission lest she rebel against it. All the while convincing herself of the control she possessed while it ebbed away unnoticed.

Such a simple thing, a screw head; it should have been drilled home, forced into that narrow opening made for it, sunk deep into the machine's bodywork, screwed in tight until nothing remained proud. Yet some anonymous negligent worker had left this trap for her and there had been consequences for Kate, oh yes there were always consequences. Day upon inevitable day it waited there to snare her, the moment when Kate would press herself up against the hard machinery, the warm glow of the photocopier sweep across her belly as somehow the button on the front of her skirt caught on that screw head. Maybe there are hidden forces that pervade life unnoticed that nudge us into the choices we are destined to make.

Right now, though, Kate was furious with herself. How could she have been so stupid! She had been trying to impress her new boss Mr Silcox and she knew from Debs, who had got her this job, that he was a bit gruff with staff. Yet somehow she had torn her skirt, her professional look, and he had been standing right there in the office as she had turned and ripped the material apart. The look on his face made her want to die and she had just frozen, like a rabbit in the road blinded by the dazzle of approaching headlights. What an idiot to just stare at him, her skirt gaping, holding on to the reef of papers she had just copied. 

She hurried back to her desk having scooped up what she could of the fabric to hide herself. She had turned a bright shade of pink, her mind reeling at the imprint of the look upon Mr Silcox's face. Sitting down she tried to collect herself, tried to think, but all she felt was a throb in her head and the vacuous emptiness in the pit of her stomach. She fumbled around her desk and found some pins. In spite of everything, her thoughts inanely turned to why she had pins in her desk, yet her drawers were loaded full of 'useful' items she had squirreled away. She sat for a moment until the throb in her head subsided, although a tightness in her chest remained. She collected her skirt as best she could and attempted to walk normally to the toilets. Safe inside the cubicle, she could work with the pin to hold the tattered fabric together. 

For around half an hour Kate sat her desk, an uneasy hiatus between her and her boss. What had he seen? How would he react? How would she be when next they met? Endless questions circled like vultures, tormenting her and feeding off her anxiety. Then he had walked in and after giving some papers to one of the other girls he came across.

"Would you step into my office for a moment?" 

Mr Silcox's office was very smart with wooden floors and panelled walling. He had a large heavy mahogany desk and huge bookcases littered with neatly arranged books, globes, plaster statuettes and small steel office toys. There was a smell of leather that peppered the air from the large chairs, and the creak of the floorboards all added to an ambience to unsettle the visitor and impress upon them the power of this man.

Kate stood uncertainly, trying to keep control over her emotions. She could feel the heat in her cheeks. Mr Silcox approached her and stood close peering into her eyes.

"Accidents happen, even embarrassing ones, but we must carry on with our work. I am glad to see you have pinned up your skirt already." Kate nodded. 

"Normally I would say that was the end of this unfortunate matter." He left the words hanging with the expectation of something to follow. Kate contemplated now ominous the word 'normally' sounded.

"However, on this occasion I saw something that does disturb me." He stared at her intently, watching her reaction, as he led her step by step. When he judged the level of her discomfort sufficient he went on.

"Was that a sow mark I saw on your thigh?" He was as always direct, and his gaze held hers watching for the slightest hint of denial, ready to pounce.

"Umm. I'm sorry about what happened. I'll pop out at lunchtime and get a new skirt."

"You didn't answer me. I saw a faded round blue mark on your inner thigh, and it looked to me for all the world like a sow mark. So tell me, have you visited a sow farm in recent months?" Again the probing spotlight that would not be deflected.

"It was a long time ago."

"I want to see it. Take off your skirt." Kate stared at him in horror. What was she to say? She needed this job otherwise she would have stormed out. She needed to find some way placate him, but she could not move, her body locked inactive as her mind whizzed.

"I am sorry Mr Silcox, I really didn't mean to cause any embarrassment."

"Come, come girl. You were at a sow farm and I know that in these places anyone can see your sow mark. I am only asking you to let me see it briefly now. I need to make a decision on your suitability for the post you hold."

His words sliced like a knife through the air between them. She kept reminding herself how desperately she wanted to hold on to this job. It had taken her ages to find a job and she had needed Debs help to secure this one.

"I am not sure," she vacillated. She needed time to think. He was right, at the farm she had been entirely naked, and her sow mark had been very visible to all visitors and staff there. But it was ok to do that at the farm, and it didn't feel ok here in her boss' office.

"Well suit yourself. It is a simple request. I merely want to see it. If that's too much, then I think you had better find employment elsewhere," his words harsh, and his tone strident. 

Kate felt cornered. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, it would only take a moment and if it meant keeping her job. He only wanted to look. She looked around to the door, uncertain and wondering if anyone would walk in. Following her eyes Carl Silcox said, "It's ok no one is going to come in and disturb us. This will only take a moment, but the sooner we do this the better." Kate turned back to him and with a slight nod, signalled her consent. He stood back and watched giving her room to remove her skirt. She reached for the pin she had used to hold the torn material and pulled at it. At first it would not budge, holding firm the material she dug her nails around the head and slid it out. The material fell back and once again her creamy inner thigh came into view. Carl Silcox stared through the window of printed cotton fabric and saw again the faded blue ring on her thigh where she had been marked. To his delight he had a full view of the bottom right corner of her silk lilac panty, stretched taut across her mound and cascading over the ridge spanning the gap between her thighs, covering that narrow bridge of desire.

"Take the skirt off. I can't see it properly like that." His voice was testy, yet she was sure she detected a quaver in it. Was he angry or was he aroused? She realised that she too was more than a little aroused as she reached for the buckle of her belt and pulled at it. Her hands slipped down the front pulling at each button until the tension in the material slipped away. Folds of material cascaded around her legs, gliding over them in a flourish, like a magician at the finale of his act.

Carl's eyes raked over her legs following their long slow climb up, delighting in the curve of her muscle bulging from her petite ankles up, up until drawn together at the knee. From there sprouted the wide trunks of her thighs: soft, fleshy and inviting. He battled to control his desire to reach out and squeeze them, to feel their softness surrender unto him, to watch them flex and part. But there, at the top of her right leg, was the round disk of her sow mark, stamped upon the compliant flesh. It had faded, the words hard to decipher but the meaning still abundantly clear. The outward curve of her thighs swept in flowing arcs out over her hips where the tight insubstantial band of her panty dug into her fleshy smoothness. The bulging cascade of her fair buttock contrasted against the dark ridge of the desk behind her. Carl soaked in the fleshy sow body that was presented before him. It must have drawn a lot of attention at the farm, her thought.

"Lean back against the desk will you." She reached behind her and found the lip of her boss' desk and with arms straight she teetered back against them, her mound thrust forward as he approached. He stared down at her mark, like a butterfly collector inspecting with joy the pinned specimen in his tray. She felt his stare, and her flesh prickled. She tried to think of something else, to abstract herself, but the eroticism in the room throbbed. This would soon be over and then she could keep her job. Carl formed a mental photograph of the vision before him. The silk of her lilac panty, pulled tight, rising in a large V across her lower abdomen encasing her womb and entrance, coming to an abrupt end in the thin taut line of elastic that swung low across her belly. He was hard. He wanted to rip that panty aside and sink himself into her dark sow recess, feeling it penetrating its way up deep into her abdomen, his seed pouring into her, his torrent flowing from him, inseminating her while he squeezed with a vicious brutality her ass cheeks, yielding under the strong pressure exerted by his fingers. With supreme effort he contained himself.

"Yes, yes I see it." He peered at her mark and reached out with his finger. He held it poised just above her flesh and she felt an inner contraction in anticipation of his touch. She held her breath and looked away as if that would transport her into some other body, some other place where she may escape the feelings that stimulated every nerve in her body. His finger hovered there for a long moment, just above her skin, pointing at her mark as if he feared to touch it lest it suddenly disappear like a reflection in the water's surface. Kate held her breath, the mix of feelings welling in flux inside. Then with the soft pad of his index finger he pressed it lightly against the ring outlining her stamp, and he traced it slowly around following its course across her flesh with mesmeric slowness. In her mind Kate was following the slow progress of the sensitive touch of his finger, her sow mark coming into sharp focus in her mind. She had it now, the size of it: her dimensions. She pictured the words written upon it: 'Temporary sow, Sam Dervill's Dairy".

Carl peered to make out the name of the dairy. "That dairy is not far from here, is it? How many times you visit them?" Why the questions? Wasn't it enough to know she had been? Why did he need to know how often? 

"Ummm" She cleared her throat, finding it hard to speak with him still caressing her mark, reminding her of it. Her breath was coming in short little gasps. 

"A couple of times." She still looked away.

"A couple?" Again the prompt.

"Er, well I don't really remember," she said lamely.

"Hmm. Come on Katie, you don't really expect me to believe that do you? If we are to work together we need to clear this up and put it behind us. Not leave any open questions. I need to trust you have told me everything. So how many times was it?"

"Eight." Her voice sank into a tiny little girlie voice; utterly defeated. His finger stopped its slow unwind. He looked up at her. She may have turned away, but all her senses were locked upon the spot where his finger rested. It seemed like an endless pause. Kate swallowed, a dampness started to spread slowly out from her crack. She couldn't help it, she could feel it seeping into her panty adjacent to the point where his attention was focused. Surely he would notice, she thought with a sinking heart. 

"I see." He stood up and looked at her, the magic disintegrating around them. "Thank you for showing it me. You can put your skirt back on now." After a moment's hesitation to double check he was finished, she bent over and grabbed up the material and fastened it about her once more. Having secured the pin again, still breathing heavily, she sat opposite her boss the expanse of highly polished wood stretched out between them.

"Well Katie, I know this job means a lot to you; but it is a responsible position you hold. The standing of the company rests upon the standing of its employees. I can't have people working under the name of my company and spending time in a dairy farm where any of our customers might encounter her."

"Yes Mr Silcox. I quite understand. I do wish to be a good employee."

"Yes but I think you also wish to be a sow."

Kate shook her head, "Oh no Mr Silcox. I only went out of curiosity as a friend of mine had been talking about it. I haven't been back for ages, and I won't be going again."

Carl looked at her for a long moment. "Well I am not as convinced of that as you seem to be. I want you to tell me the whole story of how this came about."

His eyes funnelled into her and she felt she had no alternative but to explain. She had to persuade him. Kate sighed, "It was all a long, long time ago." She knew that wasn't really true and was aware of how much distance she was trying to create between that time and now. In fact, she estimated, it was barely 18 months ago it all started. "I was just curious about it. I had this friend Debs who had been and she kept talking about how wonderful it was there. I had always steered clear of such places. At first I thought I would never be seen dead near a farm, but after she went on about it I started to wonder, and she said since I had never been my ideas were all based upon prejudice. So to prove her wrong, I guess, I wandered in, just to see what it was like."

Carl sat impassively, he didn't say anything or respond. He just waited and Kate found herself talking as the story tumbled out, slowly at first. She felt she had to fill the silence, not being able to bear sitting there with his eyes upon her weighing up her suitability for the job she was in. 

"I was curious how the sow's felt about their life. I suppose..." she tailed off in recollection, "I assumed they'd be angry. That this would be all their lives would ever amount to."

She paused, making sense of it as she re-evoked her memories. "But it was not like that. I could see they were happy, and there was such a great sense of community there. I could see them chatting, and they were naked and no one seemed to mind. I felt embarrassed on their behalf, perhaps I felt I shouldn't have been there, that I was intruding."

As if deciding to take the next step, she sighed and continued, "Anyway, one of the trainers came over and asked me whether I had come out of curiosity or was thinking of becoming a sow. Well I put him straight there. No way! Become a sow myself, oh no I was going to make something of myself thank you very much."

Without consciously realising it, she shifted into her own world, and Carl's presence seemed to recede. She was lost in her recollection, until Carl spoke:

"You felt offended?" Katie felt her face flush. Why was she flushing? She was irritated with herself for being so defensive. Had she felt offended? Perhaps, she thought quietly to herself, she had felt found out. She shook her head, "Of course I felt offended. I didn't want him getting the wrong idea."

"What he say then?" 

"He just said, 'it's ok to look. You see how much they are enjoying life here. Go and talk with some of them. I'll catch up with you later see how you got on.' I remember him smiling. It was a warm welcoming smile. I had not expected that. I had expected him to be leering at me, trying to get me into one of his pens."

Katie sat for a moment. Carl interruption had reminded her that this was her confession to her boss. She felt shaky and humiliated having to recall all this. Yet she was drawn forward. "I spoke with a few of the sows and they were so welcoming and encouraging. To my amazement they felt sorry for me! I couldn't believe it. They told me I could come for a weekend break to try it out. It wasn't the same as being a sow, but I could use it as a taster. Well I said, 'no I was not interested' and when I saw that trainer returning, I high tailed it out of there."

"Well I got to thinking about it afterwards. In fact, I couldn't really stop thinking about it. I knew I was going to try it out long before I came to accept it. Then in a rush, like an impulse -- although I had been thinking about it for such a long time, I signed up for a weekend."

"Did they explain to you about the sow mark?"

"I didn't get the mark the first time. I just tried it out the first weekend, and I was so nervous. The trainer was so gentle with me and explained all about the lifestyle. He introduced me to a couple of the sows who befriended me, and by the time the weekend was over I felt a lot more reassured. So I went again. Each time I would go a bit further, try a bit more of the sow life. They were such relaxing weekends, being in the company of so many friends and not having to worry about anything. Meals provided. Then the sex was fantastic." Katie stopped short. She went bright red. She hadn't intended telling him she entertained customers over some of those weekends, but Carl's face was impassive.

"It's ok Katie. Please go on. Tell me about the time you were marked."

Katie realised that she was letting her mouth be controlled by her nasty sow loving side. She hated that she had gotten into this now, but she had no idea how to get back out of it. She was struggling as much trying to stop herself, and Carl's patient encouragement seemed to undermine her efforts. 

Katie thought back to the time she was marked, and the arousal she had felt. She still longed to experience that intensity of feelings again. Since then she had never again experienced such forceful sexual lust. Why had she given it up? She thought back to that sow Ginny who had befriended her, and how she had become dependent upon being milked on her husband's machine. In fact it had come to regulate her whole life, so that everything she did revolved around her milking times. She remembered the tightening feeling she had in her own udders. They didn't produce milk, she wasn't on the feed, but she longed to be. She found herself becoming immensely aroused at the sight of the milking machine and wanting more and more to be mounted upon it. This had scared her so much. It made her realise she was getting in to something far out of her depth to deal with. It would consume her and she had to get out now before she was in too deep.


Sow Primer Ch. 01



"I suppose I just got bored by it in the end. I had tried it out, and now it was time to move on." She hoped the quiver of excitement in her voice was less detectable to her boss than it was to her. She knew she was shaking slightly, recalling the pleasure and the desire. She felt it welling up inside her now. Carl just stared at her for a long moment in silence. Katie felt even more naked now sat there in front of him. Yet part of her felt the echo of that excitement and her boss tracing her sow mark on her flesh. She wanted him to force her back to the farm, to be her master driving her with a stick onto the milking machine and standing over her as she filled the collecting jars for him. Somehow it was all becoming blurred in her mind, her professional life and her desires to become a sow. Once more she felt that tangle of fear and lust inside her, and she felt it swamp her like a tidal wave.

"OK. I think it is time you got back to your work. Don't worry about buying a new skirt for now, that looks presentable enough. I am glad you decided to make a clean breast of it with me. It is important that we can be clear with each other if we are to work together. I will think on all you've said."

Katie felt drained. She didn't know whether this had been wise, but right now she just wanted to get out of there. As she reached out for the handle of the door Carl said, "One more thing. What was the name of your trainer at the farm?"

She turned to him and replied, "Ricky." Even saying the name brought an inner submission, recalling his firm but gentle training of her. She had given far more of herself to Ricky than was good for her, and now he possessed something of her that she could never take back. She missed him desperately, his firm hand upon her back, the beat of his stick against her ass, and the way he continually encouraged her. He had been mesmerising, and she had sank back and handed over control of her body and mind to him. He made her feel as though she belonged to him, and she felt a pang of regret at running away from him.

Unable to work she called her friend Debs. She needed to talk through what had happened, have another opinion to let her know whether she had been stupid to confide in her boss.

"Don't be silly, girl. He sounds such an understanding boss. My boss would have chucked me out no questions asked."

"My mouth just seemed to run away with me, and I was telling him all sorts of details. My God, Debs, I felt so excited when he told me to remove my skirt and he crouched there before my sow mark."

"God I am sooo jealous. I wish my boss would tell me to show him my sow mark. You are so lucky."

"You think?"

"Sure. Just imagine him making you return to the sow farm at weekends while continuing with your training at work during the week! That's so hot."

The idea was making Katie hot too. She felt much better after chatting with Debs. She was so liberated about all this, had certainly changed her opinion of sows from being horrified to feeling overwhelming desire to be pushed into becoming one.

At the end of the day Katie returned home exhausted. She had found it so hard to concentrate on anything, memories and desires floating around her. Lying on her bed, eyes wide open, Katie tugged mercilessly on her clit. She was very, very excited and she knew she should not be having these feelings, she had showered to try and wash them away, but her body was eager for attention. She had tossed in bed trying to force herself to sleep, but there was no chance of sleep taking her while this unresolved feelings of desire filled her loins. She had caved in and decided to embrace these feelings, and bring herself to her much needed orgasm. As she felt the powerful response inside her body slowly escalate, her thoughts roamed over and over her experiences in the sow farm. Buried for so long, they now escaped with a vengeance to fill her mind. She imagined Carl Silcox driving her over there and handing her back to Ricky, like a pet being passed over. Thoughts of working and being trained further by her boss while in the office, submitting to him in the same absolute way she had submitted to Ricky. She bit into the duvet and squeezed her thighs together with all her might, crushing her hand in its vice. She came, moaning and twisting over the bedsheets, the image of the milking machine waiting for her uppermost in her thoughts.



Sow Primer Ch. 02



"After work today I am taking you out for dinner. There is someone I would like you to meet." Carl was beaming at her as he spoke. Kate was dumbstruck. She had been half expecting him to kick her out, but instead he was taking her out to dinner! Her boss was taking her out to dinner! My God, Debs was so right about him, he was so understanding and all her doubts from yesterday evaporated. She hardly knew how to respond.

"Thank you very much. I'd love that."

"That's settled then. I'll pick you up from your apartment about 6:30." He turned and walked off and that was it. The arrangements had been made; she would be ready and waiting for him. 

Sitting there in the bar of the restaurant sipping at their drinks, Kate could see there was something on Carl's mind. She glowed with pleasure that he should take her out and even allowed her to call him Carl. The impossible risks we take when we reveal our most hidden secrets never knowing how they will be received, but the utmost pleasure when shared and accepted. Katie, as he liked to call her, wondered about this friend he wanted to introduce her to, what did that signify? Was he really so interested in her? 

Afterwards she was to spend many long moments trying to recall that precise moment when her world seemed to slip sideways in front of her: all the realities and sureties she took for granted evaporating; space and time clattering over a set of points and onto a new and alternate future. She would torture herself endlessly on whether she could have done anything, whether she had allowed it all to happen, been complicit. Had she secretly known what Carl had meant, but pretended to herself not to? She would forever recall her fantasies lying in her bed the night before that signified to her she was not so innocent or so naïve as she would afterwards like to think.

Striding purposefully across the bar directly towards her was her trainer from the sow farm. Ricky oozed with self assurance, a hard look of intent upon his face, even his tall build made Katie shrink inside. As her thoughts scrambled in confusion, her willpower drained away leaving an empty shell waiting for him to fill. She stared into his eyes, a little lost girl, having run away and been found. She belonged to this man in ways that her conscious mind could no longer comprehend: it was instinctual.

Ricky was staring straight at her as he crossed the floor, moving effortlessly through the crowd. A tightness gripped Katie's throat, her palms were sticky and her leg was shaking under her skirt that hung in long folds about the stool. Something was yelling inside her to run but she was glued firmly to the stool, the power over her limbs already surrendered to this approaching man. Vaguely, Katie's mind was rebelling: "No. No! This cannot be happening. Not now. Not after all this time. I ran away from him. I escaped. He can't come back now." 

Carl looked up and then smiling he stood. He offered his hand to the newcomers, "Glad to meet you, and here's Katie," he added holding out his arm towards her. Ricky smiled as he looked down, it was a smile of possession.

"Hello Katie. I have found you again."

The touch of Ricky's hand upon her arm sent an electric arc of delight sweeping across her body. How often she had yearned for that touch and now as his firm grip grasped her a few inches above her elbow something melted inside. It had seemed such a long time, but the desire for him came careering back like an old favourite song. Once more she felt that familiar need for him to treat her as the sow she had desired to be, all the barriers and her resolutions swept aside like paper swirling in a gust of wind.

"I can feel you tremble, my errant sow. We have a lot of catching up to do. Shall we sit over there at our table?" He nodded towards a table near the back of the restaurant. It was in a little alcove. Katie heard the familiar ring of the word 'sow' rattle inside her mind tearing at her self-confidence, diminishing her. It was as if an echo had been lodged inside her mind, a magic incantation that would transform her back into Ricky's sow; one of the herd. Still speechless, unable to open her mouth, compliant in his hands, Katie allowed Ricky to steer her through the restaurant to the table at the back. Carl followed. Was she unable or just unwilling to resist, she couldn't tell. She felt confused, lost in a trauma that mixed genuine fear with a powerful lust for all Ricky represented to her. Her old self had been swept aside by a tsunami of emotions as Ricky entered her life once again and was steering her, manipulating her, getting her where he wanted her, and that was just what she wanted too she thought in horror.

Carl slid in around the table next to Katie and Ricky sat opposite her. Katie was acutely aware that between Carl and Ricky she had no means of escape. She was trapped, and that was very familiar too.

Carl leaned across her and said, "I figured by inviting your old trainer I'd get to find out just what attracted you to the sow lifestyle."

He slipped his arm through hers while Ricky told her to place her hands upon the table in front of her. As she pressed her palms flat down, she felt Ricky's grip tighten around her arms, clamping it in place just above her elbow. 

"That is a nice cotton skirt you have Katie. I am not used to seeing you in clothes." Ricky was talking as he looked through the menu. She wore a light white skirt that flared out from her narrow waist with a small white belt that secured it tight around her figure. There were some round wooden buttons down the front and she had left the bottom two undone. Katie was proud of her legs and she liked the thought of the material sweeping around them. She liked to leave enough play for a flash of her legs to be seen.

"I think it would be more appropriate if some of those buttons were opened up, don't you?" Ricky asked. He was not looking at her, and the question was completely rhetorical. Katie felt the butterflies flutter inside her stomach as he drew her down again. Ricky nodded to Carl while Katie stared back across the table at him, searching for the courage to speak up for herself. Yet her courage failed her. Carl's hands were working between her thighs at the buttons. She felt a strange detachment as he worked so studiously between her parted legs, like she could feel nothing. Just the occasional draught on her sex as he swung the material that was becoming looser, to one side so that he could continue to work his way up towards her sow cunt.

Oh my God, thought Katie. How easily I am slipping back into that way of thinking. Ricky was staring intently at her face, as if he could read her thoughts. She was flustered now, vulnerable between these men, her skirt slipping away across her thighs, her legs and knees entirely bare beneath the table.

"Have you taken to wearing panties again, sow Katie? I don't recall any of the sows wearing panties, do you?" He was staring at her, and she felt the growing horror as they slowly denuded her here in this most public of places. She was surrounded by people enjoying their meals and talking of this and of that, but she was about to have her panties removed, her sex to become entirely exposed. Mingled with the fear of exposure was the slow melting dampness between her thighs. The mixture of lust and fear was a cocktail too heady for her. Her head swam in the intoxication of what this man, now her trainer, was ordering from her. He held the menu in his hands, and was choosing what he wanted from her. She sat in obedience, the offering. "I think Carl is going to need your assistance. Will you raise your ass off the seat, press your legs and thighs against the couch while he slips your panty over that rounded sow rump of yours? Keep your hands upon the table. It will take him a while to slide the garments off you, but you won't mind availing yourself for him will you?"

In a daze Katie raised herself exactly as he said, pressing down on the table and with the backs of her thighs. She felt Carl beside her lifting away the material of her skirt, reaching up with both hands to her hips. He was a little gauche, and seemed to have difficulty grasping the waistband. Katie's body hung in suspension, unmoving, acceding. It seemed to take an age and all she could do was wait until he denuded her, put her in her place, making an outward sign of her inferiority. Slowly first one side then the other she felt his fingers grip at the elastic and start to tug. It resisted and she had to sway first one way then the other to facilitate him. The panty slowly descended and then stretched on one side making the other side caught. Eventually she felt the elastic slide over the round curve of her ass. She could feel the tension release and then the final pull at her sex as the panty was yanked away. Her wetness glued her sow cunt to the material and she felt her cunt lips pull and then release the thin veil of protection at her crotch. Katie collapsed back onto the couch, Carl had disappeared beneath the table as he fought his way down her legs. When she was entirely free of her underwear, Carl sat back on the couch next to her and crumpling her panty slipped it into his pocket. Katie was ashamed, thinking of her excitement just before and the telltale evidence he would find on those panties later when he had time to inspect them.

Ricky ordered some bread and olive oil and they came with a small glass jar of oil. He dribbled some on the white plate and pulled out a little bag with some powder inside. 

"This," he explained, "will warm you up a little, sow Katie." He mixed the powder into the oil and slowly swirled it around on the plate. Katie felt the tension in her throat as she watched his preparations. She did not know what was to happen next, and that was always part of the exhilaration. Katie watched as Ricky slid the plate across the table towards Carl. He smiled a wicked smile at Katie while Carl dipped his fingers into the oil and brought his hand down beneath the table. Carl laced his leg around Katie's, and pulled it to one side. Then he slid his fingers over her naked sow cunt, smearing it with oil. Katie instinctively tried to pull away but he held her firm, clinging onto her arm as well as her leg. She sat staring into Ricky's face as she felt Carl's deft fingers oiling her. Her legs were spread apart, her skirt falling away from her waist where it was held by her belt. The material swept away to either side of her legs, and but for the cover of the table, she was spread open before her trainer with Carl busy lubricating her entrance for him.

It was a moment or two later that the effect of the powder started to kick in, and kick it surely did. She felt her lips swell and the heat that arose in them made them itch. She struggled under the torment and Carl had to cling on to her. As Katie wriggled in her chair, all she could feel was the explosive burning arousal in her sow cunt. She had suddenly become incredibly horny. She squirmed and her face screwed tight. She twisted and arched her back as she felt Carl's fingers continue to oil her slit. As her back arched, she thrust out her udders towards Ricky. He was smiling at her display.

"It all comes flooding back now, doesn't it sow Katie? All the painful desire, the neediness; you have missed it haven't you? I can see it in your face."

Katie heard his words in a paroxysm of desire that swept through her body. She felt her nipples harden and press into the fabric of her bra which he had permitted her to keep for now. She felt Carl's leg forcing her knees apart and she loved the sensation of that forcing, the fact she could not cover herself. It is not that she desired to conceal herself she was totally open to this man, her trainer. He had made her body yearn for the pleasures of being a sow. 

The waiter came over for their orders and Carl ceased his torment of Katie's crack which burned with a fire she tried to control while the waiter was there. Ricky ordered for them all, but Katie was only allowed a glass of milk which came with a straw. As they ate, Ricky spoke to Carl of her past, sitting there between them, listening to the betrayal of her darkest secrets, being reminded of her own despicable desires that were once more coursing through her blood. He spoke only to Carl, describing what she had become at the farm and how she had embraced the lifestyle so absolutely. While the men ate Carl continued to minister to her sow cunt. She was now so open and wet she longed for a good fucking, as if it would bring some perverse absolution. Their words babbled around her as her mind conjured images of their strong hard cocks pushing inside her, the sensations of her canal wrapped around them, her cloying juices bonding her to them and her being pummelled and pummelled hard. When Ricky was done he pushed his chair back and stared at Katie.

"I have enjoyed chatting to your boss about you, and seeing you once again sow Katie. I have missed you at the farm. We all have. You don't come to visit us any more. I believe you left us because you knew that if visited next time you may not have the strength to leave us again." He tilted his head by way of enquiry, then as if to reinforce the point he added, "is that not so?"

Ricky didn't wait for an answer. Both of them understood the truth of his words, but he wasn't here to push her and she had lost the ability to speak. She was in awe of her trainer, and capable only of guttural sounds of lust as the fires burnt inside her.

"Come my little sow, come and feed from your trainer's cock. You have had to wait such a long time for your feed, and I can see in those eyes your desire to wrap your lips around it and taste me one more time." There was no need for words between a trainer and his sow. He understood his charge so perfectly, he cultivated those desires in his sows that they may take pleasure through being farmed. Katie's face did not flicker, no acknowledgement was necessary, she would do whatever he asked, for he had trained her. She loved him as only a sow can obediently love its master. 

Carl lifted the tablecloth and guided Katie down upon her knees and then to the floor, bending down with her so that he could witness her submission. Katie stood now on hands and knees beneath the tablecloth watching Ricky unbutton his trousers. At the sight of Ricky's cock her mouth instinctively opened. Carl urged her forward, coaxing her, nudging her like an animal into a stall, cajoling her into position. He started to rub the underside of her throat as he guided her head up towards her trainer's cock. She did not need any coaxing, but with Carl's stroking at her throat, she found herself swallowing and opening her mouth, and so Carl manoeuvred her mouth over Ricky's cock. 

Katie fed hungrily from her master's cock. She had missed it, and the build up of sexual energy as she had been forced to sit there as they ate, disabled any resistance she might have had. She had slipped effortlessly back into the role of sow, and she wanted nothing more than to feed from her trainer's cock as he had taught her. It was not long before he shot his load into her mouth and Carl encouraged her to swallow it all as he continued stroking at her throat throughout. She had shared her intimate feeding with her boss, revealed to him her innermost desires that she felt ashamed to possess, but she was beyond caring. She needed something in her sow cunt, hard and full of vigour.

Ricky did up his trousers as Carl emerged with Katie from under the table linen on the other side.

"It has been good to become reacquainted sow Katie. I hope you won't keep me waiting too much longer, will you?" He stood and as he was about to leave, he turned to her again. "I am sure you feel in need of some exercise now. Why don't you take your boss back to your flat so that he can exercise you? You owe him a lot and I feel certain he will help you complete your transition."

With that he was gone. Katie looked up at Carl and saw a hunger in his eyes that reflected her own. He helped Katie out of the restaurant and into her car, picking up her bag as they left. In the garage he fished out her car keys and told her she was too horny to drive. It was true and Katie allowed herself to be manipulated into the back seat where Carl arranged her in the middle. He had her legs parted and her skirt drawn back so that as he drove he could watch her in the mirror and see her waiting for him, her sow cunt glistening and moist ready for his cock. 

Carl drove her back to her flat and led her indoors. No sooner had the door closed than he leant across and he kissed her directly on her mouth. She fell back against the wall, her mouth opening to swallow him. She felt one of his hands press against her udder and squeezed it hard. She loved the feel of his roughness, accentuating her softness. His other hand slid up her gaping skirt and stroked her clitoris. She was hot and ready for him. His finger drove circles round and round feeling her hardness flip first one way and then the other, dancing together with his circulating finger. 

Katie desperately needed to feel his hard cock inside her she dragged him along to her bedroom where he tore off her skirt in one swift motion, the remaining buttons scattered, a tinkling chorus across the wooden floor. Katie's personality had been swept aside by the re-emergence of her sow training, and she lay back available, in heat, desperate for Carl to take her. His passion matched hers and she could feel his heart throbbing against her udder as he lay across her, trying to sink his tongue further into her mouth. There was urgency in his manipulation of her clitoris, and she fell open before him, willing him to go further, not instigating any response but compliant in the hope he would be driven further by his desire and her availability. 

Katie turned on the bed and bent over on her knees, raising her ass for him. She wanted to feel him inside her without delay. Her training came as second nature as she made herself available. Carl grasped her hips sinking his fingers tightly into her flesh. He sank his thick pulsing cock deep inside her womb. Katie grunted at his forceful entry and he started pounding her with a frenzied strength, a look of pained aggression distorting his face. She fell before him, open supplicant and tried to squeeze him in rhythm to his thrusting. She moved her hand down and pulled upon her clitoris, her lips bulging around him. Her pleasure mounted and she gasped and shrieked at the sheer energy of his fucking. Her clitoris bounced from her fingers as her body jerked and felt a tension brewing inside, the familiar slow mounting layers of arousal that would wind her up like a mechanical toy and then burst her into activity before decaying to a rag doll, spent. 

On and on she climbed, and Carl fucked her with fury. She felt another orgasm tingling inside her belly and it rose to its climax as he spurted his seed within her gaping womb. She gurgled a loud moan as her body spasmed, losing control as she rocked and shook. Carl sank to her side and lay on the bed, his chest heaved. Yet she was not through, she clambered on top of him and took his cock into her mouth. She tasted herself mingled with the cloying saltiness of his sperm. She licked and sucked upon his cock, and started to feed her tongue around the great purple bulb on its tip. The hot, silky texture delighted her tongue and she carried on rubbing at her clit as she worked his member back into stiffness. She blew across the tip and flicked it with her fingers, watching its semi-erect state rock like a metronome.

Carl grasped her head and thrust his hips sinking his cock into her mouth. The onslaught was intense and she tried to pull away, yet he erupted again. A splash of sperm shot straight into her throat as she pulled back and she chocked as the second wave hit her face. She rubbed his cock over her face, coating herself in his ejaculate. She came one more time before she felt his sperm trickle from her sow cunt and onto the bedclothes. She lay upon him, wanting to feel the warmth of his body across her belly and between her thighs. She was his sow, she wanted him to command her and control her, being his plaything thing, his fuck sow. The word came back again and again, she had missed it for so long, and right now it was everything she wanted to be. 



Sow Primer Ch. 03



Katie lay groggily on the bed. She was slowly coming to, her mind floated carried by wafts of air back into her bedroom and there it lingered a while, hovering over her sprawled body entangled in the bedclothes. A groan and she tried to adjust her position. As she did so, she felt a hammering inside her head, a pressure just behind her eyes that warned her not to make any sudden movement. She gulped back, wincing at the pain. Her throat was dry, very dry. She was aware there was a salty, stale taste inside her mouth. She needed a glass of water, but could not get one just yet. Then as she slowly managed to encompass more of her surroundings she was aware how stiff and sore she was. She seemed sore all over, and particularly her vagina. That was when she started to recall last night...

'Oh God,' she thought, 'I lost control with my boss. What did I let him do to me? I was so far gone. What a slut he must think I am.' She lay very still, her heart heavy recalling the ways she had arched her back as she rode him, proffered her ass to him and worked at his cock to make him hard to stuff her once more. She had been filled with a wild bestial lust that would not be satiated. Only when she had been at the sow farm could she recall such abandon to her senses, oblivious to any significance beyond her carnal desires. How lost, how quickly and utterly lost she had been last night. Now in the cold morning light that filtered through the curtain, she still felt a distant echo of that drumbeat of her lust, that consuming abandoned desire that had picked her and Carl up when once he had returned her home and propelled them into territory they should never have explored. Katie was feeling sore and soiled, and worst still her sensible nature had been overridden by the needs of her pussy. She winced as she recalled sucking upon Carl's cock, licking it and blowing over its tip. All those skills she had acquired during her training at the farm came as second nature, like he was another visitor, there for her to pleasure and to feed her own appetites.

Yet as Katie lay on the bed, thinking of being taken again and again by her boss, of feeling dirty, dishevelled, and debased by him, the more she found the whole thing alluring. She needed to clean herself up, have a shower, but the thought of lying there coated in his semen drying from last night, her throat raw with it, her hair matted, made her feel strangely horny. She thought of sow Katie at the farm, the more she had experienced that life the more she had craved it. It had scared her, that her own desire could take such a stranglehold over her life. And here it was taking over once again, it had always been there just under the surface, and this time she no longer felt sure she wanted to fight it. Descent into the life of a sow scared her to the very roots of her core beliefs about herself. Yet undeniably, however much she resisted and felt appalled by it, she craved the intoxicating thrill. It was such a luscious depraved thought. She snaked her hand down between her thighs and pinched at her throbbing clit. It was aching once more with need and required urgent attention. She lay pulling upon it, panting as she recalled the way they had fucked right her in her own bed and out of control. 

Her home had been invaded and her body had been invaded. She should feel angry, she should feel ashamed -- she told herself to stop it, but she could feel the heat in that confined narrow space between her clenched thighs, and she knew it too was caked in his semen. The sluttier her thoughts, the more turned on she felt and she was already pulling earnestly at her clit. The throbbing in her head was not enough to calm her, she wanted to cum thinking about how she had given herself over to Ricky and Carl, to feel again that familiar itch being scratched. She lifted her ass, imagining Ricky kneeling behind her, his dick in his hands about to slide it into her. The earnestness of her rubbing was carrying her away, to that place she had so recently dreaded but now more than ever needed.

"Oh my God. I've got to go to work today!" How had she forgotten? How was it possible? She would have to hurry. She jumped off the bed, and her head reverberated by the sudden movement. It was no use she had to leap into the shower, in spite of her longing to cum.

Katie ran around the flat. She knew her keys must be somewhere. She couldn't remember what happened to them as they had tumbled in last night. More to the point she couldn't find her car keys and she was already late. She felt the tension mounting inside her as she kept looking at the clock in her frantic search. A knot tied itself in her stomach and the jangling coiling tension reached out down her belly towards her clit. The keys were no where to be found. She needed desperately to pee now, which made her desperation more unbearable. Should she head for the bathroom or rush out the house so as not to be any later than she already was. The indecision paralysed her, but the need in her bladder forced her into action. She ran into the bathroom and without any time to dry herself off she hurried out the door, it was so unfair.

She stormed out of the front door at a trot and the door had slammed shut even before she had time to think how she was going to get back in. Her heart pounded as she looked helplessly back at the closed door, and chewed her lip. She thought how dumb she could be at times, but no time to worry about that now, she was already late and she had to figure out where to get the bus. 

Finally after a nightmare journey trying to figure out how to get there by public transport, she arrived at the office. All the time the nagging clawing feeling in her belly felt a mixture of fearful and arousing. She tried to slip in quietly and settle herself at her desk hoping no one would have noticed her absence. Once the fear of being late for work and being discovered subsided, she found a new anxiety welling up inside her. What was going to happen when she met Carl today? She would never be able to look him in the eye. As she started work she found it hard to concentrate on anything, her mind revolving around last night, how she would face her boss today and most important of all where were her keys? Carl Hansom entered the office and looking round saw her at her desk. 

"Can I have a word," he said across the room. He turned and walked out and Katie followed him back to his office, her insides in turmoil. He had seemed furious with her, he must have realised she was late. She entered his office, a fluttering discomfort in her chest.

"Take a seat." He offered her a chair with his hand as he stood behind the desk. She sat keeping her eyes lowered. She knew if she looked at him she would crumble, feelings of guilty transparency swam round inside her head.

"You were late today. Why was that?" He looked sternly at her, the vast expanse of mahogany lay between them.

"I...I am sorry." She sounded so feeble. "I couldn't find my keys."

"That is no excuse. If you want to work here you will turn up punctually to work. Do I make myself clear?"

"I am sorry, Mr Hansom. I won't be late again."

She sat there looking into her lap. Gone was the kind Mr Hansom who took her out to dinner. She felt so foolish, he certainly must think her a slut the way she had acted, and not worthy of his interest. He would be perfectly justified to think so. 

"Let's see that it doesn't." He softened a little at the sight of his contrite employee.

"The reason you couldn't find your keys this morning is because I have kept them." Katie shot up and stared at him. She couldn't quite take in what he had said. She felt a wave of relief, now she knew they were not lost. She was about to ask him for them when he added.

"It seems perfectly clear to me, after last night, that you have gone a whole lot further with the sow lifestyle than just experimenting with it. You are attracted to this lifestyle. It was quite evident how far down this road you have already gone."

He stared at her during a long moment of resounding silence. We was studying her like a specimen under a microscope. Katie felt totally exposed, stripped, naked in the glare of his disapproval. She stared into the middle distance, not registering what was being said, no words forming in her mind to fill the expectant void.

"I think your trips to the sow farm were more than just curiosity, don't you? You long to become one of them. I am told it is a calling and I can understand a woman feeling such desires. That is why last night I kept your keys. A sow has no need for keys or a flat. A sow needs looking after, caring for... a master."

Another strip of covering sliced mercilessly away.

"I...I...don't need a master, sir. I know it must have looked bad last night, but I really do want to work for your company and be a success." Such a thin and frail voice; it took even her by surprise. If she could not convince even herself then she would never persuade her boss.

"Well we shall see. I somewhat doubt what you say, but I will give you the benefit of the doubt... for now. I think though it only fair we test your resolve and ability to maintain your position in this company. You can remain an employee for the time being, but I will keep hold of your keys. I shall drive you home tonight and monitor you at home as well as at work."

Again he waited for the poor dim girl to catch up with him. He pulled open a drawer and took out a large square package.

"I have this pack of CDs which I want you to listen to. They are a sow primer for girls who are interested in the sow lifestyle and want to learn a bit more. I think it would be a fitting test for you to submit yourself to this course. It will test what you truly want. If you really have buried a desire to be a sow then by the end of these lessons that will become transparent even to you. If by the end of that time you can convince me you want to remain in this company and give up this dalliance with life as a sow then we will say no more about it. Are we agreed?"

Katie was still having trouble taking in the sweeping takeover of her life; her mind reeling, trying to focus upon Carl Hansom having her keys. He was going to keep them and drive her home. What?!? She couldn't think straight. Surely this couldn't be happening, had she suddenly slipped and tumbled down a rabbit hole of her fantasies? She told herself she should get up and yell at him, but she found herself immobile, sitting meekly in the chair before him. She should demand her keys, but was paralysed by a pulse, a thrill that rippled through her thinking of being made to listen to the sow primer, being scrutinised, weighed like a sow at market. She had never heard of this sow primer, but she wanted to listen to it, she wanted to know more. Already her eyes locked hungrily upon the package on the desk. She told herself she didn't have to become a sow, that this enabled her to surreptitiously indulge her desires. She saw a way out, of keeping her job, earning the respect of her boss as well as experiencing the scintillating excitement as she worked through this sow primer of an evening. 

"You mean I carry on at work while I work through the primer?"

"That's right."

She hesitated, not because she was undecided. In fact she felt relieved and grateful that she could keep her job. She was also excited and eager at the prospect of satisfying her appetites in the sow department. Katie felt so confused by the competing feelings struggling within her. She was about to do something that she knew she should not agree to, but it made her pulse quicken and her heart thump in her ears. She was in no doubt she would grasp this opportunity.

"I'll do it," she said. Was that a little too eager? She didn't want to speak too much as the throb of excitement might reveal itself in her voice.

"I am glad you see it my way. I am sure this test will clarify for both of us what is best for your future. I warn you there is no commitment on keeping your job at the end. I need to be convinced you will not disgrace the company as one of its employees. 

"Now there is one more condition I have." He leaned back in his chair, moving on as if he had mentally ticked off that item of the agenda. "I don't see this should have any difficulty for you. You carry a sow mark, and I think you and I should respect that. I insist that when we are at work we both acknowledge your position. You will present your sow mark to me whenever you enter my office. This will just be between the two of us, but I want to avoid a double life at work and at home. To facilitate this, you shall shorter skirts."

Katie's eyes shot wide. Her mouth dropped open, but no sound came out. Carl Hansom looked sternly at his underling.

"I said you could keep your job for now, but I said nothing about treating you the same as other employees. To my eyes you are a sow that just refuses to recognise the fact. I am willing to give you this opportunity to prove me wrong, but from now on in my presence alone together you will present your sow mark to me. There is no need to let everyone else know about this while you are on probation, but of course if we agree that it is best you adopt the sow life at the end, then you will need to show everyone your sow mark and make a declaration of your intention to leave the company and be a sow. If, as you say, you intend to forego that life then none of this will happen. These are my terms, take it or leave it."

The image of Katie lifting her short skirt and letting the guys I the office see her sow mark came crashing down over all her senses. She was completely overwhelmed by the prospect of her sow desires consuming her other life. She resolved to prove him wrong, anything to avoid that humiliation. She nodded.

"Good. I didn't think that would be a problem. You will need to get some tight fitting shorts to wear under your skirts to protect your modesty around the office; but we will need to make sure they do not cover your sow mark. They will be tight." He looked at her with intent, the power of his words gripped Katie's belly like the tight fitting shorts she would have to wear. She could see in his face he would not accept any dissent.

Totally crushed, Katie sat collecting her recoiling thoughts. How could he say such things to her? How could she just sit here and take it? She surely had to object. Yet she had been so afraid of losing her job, and the relief when he said she could keep it propelled her with its own momentum. There were no other jobs out there, she had looked and looked. If she lost her job she would be right back to square one. Carl had turned and was writing at some papers. He looked up when he saw that Katie had not moved.

"That's all for now. You can get on with your work. I will take you shopping during the lunch hour today."

Dismissed Katie got up mechanically. She was walking out of the office without having made any decision. Surely that was not right, surely she had a say. Why was she remaining so mute? Berating herself for not standing up to him, she turned,

"Master?" Oh God, why had she said that? He hadn't told her to. Yet somehow it just slipped out. Carl looked up and smiled, for the first time a reassuring smile.

"That's very good Katie. I am very pleased with your progress already. What do you want to know from your master?"

Katie swallowed. "If you have my car keys, how will I get to work in the morning?"

"How did you get here today?"

"The bus."

"So what's the problem?"

Katie thought, 'It takes me ages to get here on the bus, but she felt she was given no choice in the matter. She left the office in disarray. She had been stripped of everything and dismissed, and instead of being angry she called him master. She clenched her fists as she walked back to her desk. She had never felt such humiliation, like an errant schoolgirl returning to class after being castigated by her headmaster. Why was she so stupid!

Katie stood before the mirror in the changing room of the store. In her hand was a russet coloured pair of short tight fitting pants. She felt excited thinking of Carl waiting outside and that she was doing this on his insistence. Her anger had become intermingled with a pleasure and a flattery of the attention he lavished on her. Bending down she slipped her feet through the shorts and started to pull and tug at the material. They were incredibly tight and she almost went out and told him she needed a larger size. She wasn't sure whether she was held back by the shame of admitting to him she was a size larger than he thought, or whether she was afraid of displeasing him, but she persevered. Getting the material around the cheeks of her ass was such a struggle. First on one leg and then the other she hopped, pulling frantically at the waistband. Finally she felt the cold material slide clammily over her buttocks. The grip of the pants were like cold hands clasping her ass and then the gusset rose into place nestled against her thin panties and slit. They were so tight! She breathed in and worked at the zip. As she raised it little by little, the crotch rose up pressing into her slit, the material hugging her tighter and tighter. Like a second skin it wrapped itself around her and even though it felt uncomfortable, she found it arousing,.

Next came the skirt. It was a short little skirt and she slipped it over her pants. She stood before the mirror, the skirt still held up by her hands and she contemplated her cunny, encased so tightly and contoured in such great detail by the russet material. It was as though some designer had fashioned a female pussy in material, and it looked so perfect. Katie was so excited to think her pussy could be made to look so stunning. She looked at her sow mark. It was partly covered by the legs of the pants, but if she tugged it up a little more then the mark became visible. She knew Carl would be pleased. She slipped the skirt up her legs and fastened it around her waist. She looked very sexy, with her long legs and short skirt. She knew that she would feel dreadfully exposed if she wore just the skirt and her panties, but with the pants underneath she was protected and very eye catching. Carl certainly knew what he was about. They returned to the office with bags containing several more combinations similar to what she had on.

At the end of the day, Carl drove Katie back to her flat and after opening the front door, Katie lead the way in. Carl picked up her mail from the mat and was sifting through it, then he said, "I'll fix us a drink, you go and sit down." He wandered off into the kitchen as if this were his own apartment. It seemed weird to Katie to be sitting in her flat with her boss wandering around as if he were at home too. It knocked her off balance. She didn't want to aggravate the situation by confrontation, and there was nothing really she could object to. The whole situation seemed to her bizarre.

Carl came back with a pair of drinks and sat looking through her post. It seemed to him as if this were all perfectly normal. Katie felt her anger rising, more at herself and her inactivity than anything he did. She started to protest. "It's ok, Katie. I am just seeing to the bills. You don't need to worry, I'll sort them for you." Katie, wrong footed, felt bad to have caused a fuss. She should be grateful, the whole situation was confusing. She wanted to be able to feel angry with him. This man, she told herself, had forced his way into her home, but actually she was enjoying being looked after, not to have to worry. Carl switched on the tv, some mindless soap for her to watch while he got on with the important matters. He came over with some papers and cheques for her to sign. Oh God, he had just taken over her things, rummaged around. She had to do something, yet he never gave her a moment to think! He had written letters and put the bills all together. It wasn't right, she knew it wasn't right! She just capitulated. She signed the cheques, she signed the letters. After all she would have just had to do the same things herself, and now she didn't need to. 




Sow Primer Ch. 03



Carl smiled and said, "OK Katie, time for you to get started on your primer. You have homework to do," he scolded. "I will see to dinner."

Katie remained off balance. What could she do? He was preparing her dinner for her! She decided it was better not to provoke any disagreement while Carl still had her keys, and with that thought headed for the bedroom. 

Katie lay on her bed, the small earpieces pressed firmly and unobtrusively into each ear. Her mind went back to last night and all the things she had slipped so effortlessly back into. Here on this bed she had given her all to make Carl fuck her beyond the point of exhaustion. No wonder he felt he could assume so much, take over everything. How could she have let herself get so out of control? She knew that when she got excited she relinquished control, and her sow training made her into this creature of sexual need. She had abandoned herself to her lust. "And now look what it has got you into," she said quietly to herself. She pressed the play button and an exuberant high pitched voice echoed in her head:

Welcome

Well howdee!! I am sow Lauren, and if you are listening to this then you have already shown that you are open minded enough and interested in this most wonderful sensual lifestyle of a milk sow. I should know, as I was once standing where you are, but have successfully made the transition from woman to sow and I can tell you I would never dream of going back. I want to welcome you to our world, and I hope through these few lessons give you an opportunity to experience for yourself, in the safety of your own home, a glimpse of the pleasures a milk sow experiences every day. That's right, pleasures every day! 

So enough of the chat, what is this primer all about? Well through these lessons I hope you will gain some idea of just how attractive the pleasure driven life of a sow is, and how fulfilling you will find it. This is just the taster and if you find you like the taste, then sow school is the next step. At sow school you will experience the sow lifestyle for real. Treat this as your little experiment, there is no commitment so just enjoy it and see what you think. I feel confident, however, that after this taster, like me you'll want to experience more and reach the ultimate satisfaction of becoming a milk sow yourself.

We are all aware of the prejudice that exists against the sow lifestyle, particularly from women who have gone on and chosen to pursue a career. I don't have anything against them; in fact I say good luck to them. They are striving to achieve something meaningful out of their lives, and that is exactly what the milk sow believes too. Yet I am convinced that these women are missing out, struggling unnecessarily, fighting against their nature. Having experienced both sides of this debate, I know the completeness and contentedness of the milk sow option that flows out naturally from our femininity. The more in touch with your female body you become, the more you will understand why the sow life is a natural choice for women.

If you read through these lessons like some story and do not participate, do not put them into practice, then you will deprive yourself of the great adventure that lies in store for you in these pages. I encourage you to participate as fully as you can, engross yourself in each exercise and you will experience a different world, a world that is both sensual and erotic, rewarding and generous. Take your time, this is your experiment. Explore each lesson to the full before proceeding to the next one.

Some of the following lessons will be challenging on first attempt. Don't worry about that, but persevere and stay open minded. If you can remain open to the experience, then great riches are in store for you -- and that's a promise! So take your time, go over lessons again and again as often as you feel necessary to assimilate what they hold. You will only feel the full extent and value of being a sow if you fully commit to completing each lesson.

The lessons are meant to be fun, so enjoy them. I already feel certain that by the time you have come to the end of the last lesson, you will agree with me that this is an opportunity too good for you to let slip by and will follow this up with arranging your own sow school registration. Believe me you are on the threshold of a wonderful life--changing journey that will open your eyes to the true meaning of pleasure. Hang on tight!!

Well so far so good Katie thought as she paused play. She felt reassured by the tone and the message. This could be fun after all, she thought.



Sow Primer Ch. 04



Carl came in and told her dinner was ready. She put down her player and instinctively reached for her robe. Carl stopped her. "I don't think that will be needed," he said and steered her into the other room. Dinner was delicious. Katie was impressed at her boss, he could cook much better than she could. Perhaps, she wondered, it was because it was all prepared for her and she could just turn up and eat that made it taste so much better.

It seemed strange to Katie to sit naked next to her boss still in his business, power clothes, while they ate. She felt excited with thoughts from the welcome message of the CD pack and the severe fucking he had given her the previous night. She hoped he would give her more of the same tonight. She had no idea whether he was planning on staying the night, or would leave like yesterday. Funnily it never occurred to her whether she was agreeable to this. As she wandered vaguely through these disconnected thoughts, Carl slid his hand over her thigh and around her knee. Immediately Katie felt distracted, urging him mentally to raise his fingers higher. The ticklish tips of his fingers danced over her skin, made her jump and smile at him. She didn't really know how to react. She wanted this didn't she? She felt aroused and ready for him certainly. She decided this was too confusing for her to try and sort out, so she would just let what happens to happen. Katie slid her legs slightly apart and pushed her knee and thigh towards her boss. So easily she slipped into her sow training, was it because she now associated them with her trainer? Certainly she felt differently.

After dinner Carl led Katie into her little office. He sat her down in front of the computer and told her to log in to her bank. Katie hesitated since Carl remained standing right over her.

"Why?" she asked. "Look while you are in your room going through your lessons I need to put some order into your affairs. Don't worry, you will benefit from this. You have a free financial consultant." He smiled, but she could see he was slightly irritated as if this were all so unnecessary.

"Umm." Katie licked her lips, unsure whether it would be a good idea to voice the anxieties in her head. "I don't think there is any problem." She sounded plaintive, like she didn't know what she was talking about. Carl just stared at her without saying anything. He waited, leaning over her, expecting her to comply. She stared into his eyes for a while, wondering why she was finding it so hard to stand up to this guy. He was taking over everything.

She wanted to tell him to look away, so she could login. She knew she needed to do as he demanded, but wanted to feel safe. She felt so exposed typing in her password with him looking over her shoulder. Yet the more she considered asking him to look away, the more impossible it seemed for her to achieve. She typed quickly. Carl smiled when she was done, a smile of satisfaction.

"Good girl. I have brought you a present. Something I think that will make your lessons a whole lot more pleasurable." He held out his hand. On his palm was a small glass capsule with a metal end. Connected to it was a short length of rubber tubing and a rubber ball. To the side of the glass tube was a small glass extension with a brass shiny tip to it. Katie did not know what to make of it.

"Take it. It's for you." Carl encouraged her to reach out and take it. She lifted the device off his outstretched hand, and held it rather gingerly. Carl stared at her for a moment, watching to see if she could figure out what it was. Katie reached out a finger and prodded it as if it might spring suddenly to life in her palm. 

"Well it is time for you to go and concentrate upon your first lesson. I will take care of everything else. You are not to worry about anything other than learning your lessons." His voice was not kind. Not considerate. It was authoritative. Informing her of what he expected of her. An involuntary shiver rippled through Katie as she sat attentively. He led her back into the bedroom and made her sit on the bed where she had been listening to her CD.

"Before I go and get on, let me show you what this device is." Katie was perched on the edge of the bed and Carl had her spread her legs. He slid the little jar up between her legs and nestled it against the lips of her cunt. He pushed and rotated it until her soft flesh parted and she felt it press right against her clit. The large red bulbous end seemed to grow like a rose between her thighs. Carl squeezed tight upon the ball and Katie jumped. Her clit was sucked right into the glass jar and she involuntarily bucked her hips towards Carl's face. A guttural groan came from her throat and then she whispered from deep inside her throat, "Oh God!" 

Carl smiled at her. "I knew you'd like it. Here you take the bulb and you can practice with it as you listen to your lesson today." He reached down and twisted the brass ending on the side. The pressure released and she felt a slight blowing of air against the tip of her swollen clit, before it sprang back, retreating from its glass cage. "With this setting, as you squeeze your clit will be sucked into the tube and then released, just as if someone was sucking upon it. You can use this setting as you listen to your lessons. When this is closed, then your clit will remain trapped inside the glass cylinder until you release it through this mechanism."

With that he got up and left the room. Katie was still jangling from the abuse of her clit. She wanted more, to feel that again. She had never experienced anything so powerful from a sex toy before. She turned the brass fitting and squeezed again as hard as she might. She felt her clit shoot up into the glass, the tightness of the fit gripping around her and she shuddered. She lay back and stared at the ceiling, trying to accustom herself to the sensations from her clit, swollen and stretched, it's sensitive tip attuned to the least vibration, shooting pleasure deep into her abdomen. She got up and walked over to the mirror. She had to see what it looked like. She stood before the mirror, her knees bent, her legs spread, feeling with her hands the stiffness of the glass, the heat emanating through it, the tension of the suction within and the stretching, pulling, tugging feel against her flesh. Katie stared mesmerised into the mirror at the erotically charged, glazed girl in the reflection. 

She stared at her clit in the mirror, swollen and crimson red inside the glass, like some specimen in a lab. She could feel the merciless tingling as she moved and the weight of the glass swung carrying with it its prisoner. The rubber tube swayed between her thighs with the large bulbous red rubber ball on the end. Tentatively she reached out and grabbed it. Her heart was thumping now as she released the pressure and felt her clit hastily withdraw as rapidly as it could out of its prison. She felt the breath of air against it, like a sigh and she crumpled on the floor and rolled to left and right absorbing the pleasure. 

Just as she felt she was calming herself down, just as she felt her lungs would no longer burst, that she might take in a breath of air that might inflate them, that they weren't still too tightly sealed by the tautness of every muscle in her body, she gave another slight squeeze to the rubber ball and yelped again with pleasure. How often she had fantasised about being able to seal her own lips around that bud of flesh, to suck and drink from its hardness and inflame herself at will. Now she had the perfect instrument with which to rack herself. She turned the brass fitting on the side and experimented with the slow rhythmic sucking and release action. She taught herself the right level with which to squeeze at the rubber, to feel the pleasure crash like waves upon a shore of desire and then retreat only to be brought back again and again. She lay on the floor for some time practicing and sinking into the mesmerising drumbeat of her lust that synchronised her arm with her breath and the quivering shake of her legs.

Finally Katie got up and went back to the bed, she placed the headphones upon her ears and started her first lesson. She was so excited, and she felt hot and clammy. She knew that her first sow lesson would inflame her passion more as she switched on and started to listen.

Lesson 1

So are we ready to begin? Here we are at the start of lesson 1. I hope you are as excited as me! In this lesson we are going to talk about the important role a milk sow has in our society. It is a position of compassion, of care and without it this world of ours would stop spinning in the way it does.

You are a provider, and provide a food so rich and so vital for humanity. We now realise the enormous benefits of drinking your milk over cows' milk, and it is an amazing gift you have to offer. Imagine your breasts filling up with that life juice, think of offering it to humanity. What greater purpose could anyone serve than to provide the life blood that flows through humanity's heartbeat?

In the past women could only produced small quantities of milk: just enough for our own babies and just for a few brief months. So as you continue to work at your udders and chant quietly to yourself, I want to tell you of the story of rice. 

Katie was already slipping into a chant as she kneaded her breasts and pumped at her clit. It became a soothing rhythm like the rocking of a baby as it feeds. 'I want to be a natural milk provider. My body craves to be made to produce milk. It excites me to have milk squirting from my udders.' Her voice came in a rasp, fighting its way out through the tension that gripped her throat. 

Rice is another staple food of humanity and is grown across the globe and feeds millions. Yet nature produced just a small grass with a little seed that had limited food value. In old times people had to grow large amounts of rice grass to produce just a small amount of food. By breeding and making new varieties we managed to develop new varieties with larger seeds and more energy rich. We developed this grass into the rice fields we have today and now we can sustain millions using this natural food. 

So it is with your body. Your body only produces enough of this bounteous food for one baby for a brief period. Yet, just as with the rice grain, mankind has perfected ways of increasing the food yield from your body so that many more can benefit from the rich food source you are. It is part of the natural evolution of how mankind adapts what nature provides so as to produce efficient and useful food for the benefit of all. This is done through the sow feed and is why sow feed can only be given to registered sows. The sow feed develops your udders so they produce more milk and it heightens the delightful sensations you feel now as you work your udders. The milk yield goes up along with the satisfaction, the sheer pleasure of feeling it emerge from those teats, increases more and more with yield.

Once your udders are fully developed, your body becomes of greater value to mankind, just as the modified rice grain provides more sustaining food. You will be able to produce large quantities of milk to nourish those children and teenagers, to protect them from disease when they are young and vulnerable. Now think of that job that you are doing now. Can it compete with such an altruistic purpose? Surely not. Imagine how fulfilling it is to know you feed the world from your body, following the natural desires of your body, you can reach out to thousands and make a real difference.

Katie was rocking slowly on her feet as she kneaded her udders and imagined the sensation of milk gushing from them. At the same time she sucked upon her clit and imagined lips pressed around it, milking her. She had cum several times in little whimpering gasps of pleasure. Already she had replayed parts of the lesson over and over listening jumping back and repeating it like a lesson she had to memorise, like the lines of a script, her script, that she was to assume in this new play of her life.

You will be able to produce large quantities of milk... the natural desires of your body.

How true those words rang in her ears as her body gluttonously swallowed the pleasure she gave herself. Katie drifted off into this other world, populated by images of milk pouring out of her chest, of sow Lauren and her words, and all the while the warm spreading glow from her clit.

I want you now to recall a time in your work when things didn't go well. When you tried your best, but it didn't work out. What was the reaction of your boss? Did you get blamed? Would your boss listen, or did they just tell you that you should have done better? Just recall the feelings at the time. Were you angry? Did you feel guilty, you let people down? What a struggle work seemed at that time. Did you question yourself whether you were up to it? You tried your hardest, you did the best you could. Things just didn't work out right and you got landed with all the blame.

How hard it is in the workplace when things don't go right. You give so much of yourself to making a success of it, but sometimes it just seems not enough. Do you feel properly appreciated? Now look at your body and see how sensual it is. Look at the curves sloping down from your chest and over your hips. Put your hands there and feel the contours. Slide your fingers over your buttocks and feel the smooth, soft, curvature and then slip them down between your thighs: a familiar and pleasurable place. You have a body designed to please and to be pleasured. It was made for milking and for sex. When you follow your instinct, what nature intended for you, then you feel whole don't you. You feel a sense of purpose and fulfilling that purpose is not a struggle. To produce milk is something your body can just do. It doesn't require effort from you. It doesn't require explanation, it just happens and the people who drink from your milk, those that collect it each day, are full of encouragement and admiration for your body and what you continue to give to our society. The life of a sow is contentment and not struggle. You do not need to strive to achieve, you achieve it naturally, because it is in your nature. 

Should you really be striving in the workplace to be something that nature never intended? Is there not more good done by sharing your milk and keeping our children healthy? Do you not feel contented in doing the things which come so effortlessly? 

Our lesson ends here today and I hope you can see that those who look down on the life of a sow do not understand what that life is, or are jealous in the striving they have to go through and to achieve far less. Every day spend some time before the mirror chanting your phrase to yourself: "Your body is a natural milk provider, it is what nature intended for you." It is your little mantra that reminds you of the much greater purpose you were put here for. Whenever you start to doubt this purpose, listen again to this lesson. In the next lesson you will start to experience some of the satisfaction the life of a sow brings. When you feel ready to explore more go on to lesson 2.

Katie's hands were roaming over her flesh, her clit telegraphing her consent around her body. Yes she wanted this. This was her purpose, and she hated work, she hated all the politics and standing up for herself. She just wanted to immerse herself in the life of a sow. She knew she couldn't stand up to Carl and why should she try? She should just let him look after matters like he said. She was fighting this, for what purpose?

As she walked into the sitting room Carl held out his hand and she dropped the pump into it. It was funny, but already she didn't need to ask questions. She knew instinctively what he expected from her. Carl looked up from the newspaper and studied her face. He was pleased to see she looked flushed and happy. She was obviously warming to this new regimen. He took her arm and led her round to stand in front of him.

"Wow your clit is huge and so red. You have been a naughty sow haven't you?" A tingle ran down Katie's spine when he called her a sow. She recognized that she was slipping, that whatever she thought, whatever she had wanted no longer mattered. Right now, right here in her own sitting room that no longer felt entirely her own, she felt a vitality that she could only recall feeling at the sow farm. A warmth glowed from within her, and standing here naked in front of this man, this man who assumed everything and took everything; standing here before him to inspect her abused clit, that she had abused through her own desire to conform her body; for him to see and to smell her arousal glistening upon her thighs close up to his face, to have revealed her innermost self through the display of her wicked masturbation at the prospect of becoming a sow, of thinking of herself as a milk producer and nothing more it all felt so natural, so right, her purpose. Sow Lauren was right, she only felt upset, she only felt on edge, she was only nervous when she fought these natural instincts inside her. She needed to lift her arms, and fall backwards, float away in the ocean of her desire, allowing herself to sink within the ripples of her arousal.

Carl reached out and touched the tell-tale trail of juices coating her inner thigh. He licked at his finger and looked up at her with approval. She no longer hid from him her need, she wanted him to see how excited she was, she wanted him to take her, to fuck her, to make her his sow. In her mind Carl and Ricky were fusing into one person. He got up and went into the bedroom and re-emerged with her pillow. He led her over to the fire which he had lit. A few logs raged and crackled with yellow tongues of fire that burnt with equal ferocity to the fires within Katie's belly. He laid her upon the floor and slid his arms along her sides. He pushed her pillow beneath her ass, raising her entrance upwards in readiness to receive him while she pulled on her teats and thought about how natural her instincts to become a sow were. Carl removed his clothes. 

His cock was tall and hard, a long reddish blue-veined column that rose impossibly high, animated above his belly. His excitement was palpable and already Katie felt her lips, impossibly soft, impossibly lubricated, twitch and flex in uncontrollable preparation. Carl slid himself inside her in one long slow thrust, digging deeper and deeper, carving into her flesh. She felt herself stretch, her belly bulge, her legs drift wider to accommodate, her bladder compressed. Carl was picking up pace as he started the slow ritualistic driving action like a steam train pulling gently out of a station, its steel arm grinding back and forward, forcing the response from the wheels. So Katie's body was forced into a rhythmic rocking undulation beneath him. Carl rested on his hands staring down at her responsive body.

"This all comes so naturally to you doesn't it?" The words echoed in Katie's memory, the natural desires of her body. She thought again of the words in the CD, the excitement her body felt, the way she responded to the sow life, her need to do this, and the importance of the sow's contribution to society. She felt an inner glow as his urgency started to pick up. 

"You were born to this sow life. You may not admit it yet, but you know don't you? I can see it in your eyes, you have already begun to accept this is your calling at lesson 1. Those other dreams you have, they never touch you in the same way as being treated as a sow touches deep within your core."

Carl was driving hard now he thrust deeper and deeper, forcing her body to acquiesce, to respond, to open, to stretch, to accept. The words poured in through her vagina driven home by this man's cock; and her hands continuing to pull at her teats with thoughts of milk dribbling from them as her body swayed and jolted upon the floor and the fire burnt warming her side. She felt so completely open, so receptive, waiting that moment, the permission to cum, the wave of hot sperm slapping against her warm flesh, coating her, absorbing into her, becoming fused with her, a tangled gooey, sticky mess that would seal his words within her.




Sow Primer Ch. 04



The eruption did not take long in coming they were both pent up. Katie arched and writhed beneath this man who seemed to understand her body and her needs better than she did herself. Her cunt sucked and drew in his sperm, she wanted to swallow his whole body feel him lodged within her, taking her over, dominating her. As Carl pulled out she felt a gush of their mixed fluids ooze out of her gash and into the pillow. She could feel it pool in the little triangle made beneath her buttocks. They lay together on the floor by the fire for a while as Carl probed her about her time at the farm. All the recollections, all the memories seemed so real, yet a few days before had seemed so remote, like a dream, like another person's life. Now they were taking over hers.

Carl got up and tidied away while Katie lay in the afterglow, her heart still thumping in her chest and the persistent tingle in her belly. She didn't have to do anything except listen to the clattering order being put in the kitchen and wallow in the satisfaction her body felt. Carl returned and took her back into the bedroom. He settled her in the bed, pulling the sheets tight over her and tucking them in. He pulled out a small mp3 player and set it on the bedside table, the earpieces lay under the pillow and he switched it on. Stroking her hair, he said.

"Get some rest and I'll see you at work in the morning." With that he left and Katie lay back in her bed. She wondered about the mp3 player. She couldn't hear anything. He was silly, but she loved the care and attention he showed her. He had a soft side to him along with that brusque businessman's style. She turned her head and drifted to sleep. Her face fell into a damp patch and her nose filled with his scent. There was something rather animalistic about being coated in the scent of another: something primordial about ownership, proprietorial. She drifted into sleep.

The sound of the farm drifted in and out of her dreams and she could hear Ricky's voice, commanding her, talking to her, treating her as a sow. Her dreams floated through the time she was under his sway at the farm, of being treated and looked after, groomed as a sow. All the times he had talked to her of the sow lifestyle and her yearning ambition to become one. Then she drifted off and heard Carl telling her she was late for work, that she had to do better, letting the side down. She heard again the CD telling her to recall a time at work when things hadn't worked out. How true it was, she was so much more successful as the sow than trying to fend for herself. She turned and her nose filled once more with the scent of Carl. She dreamed of him taking command, of pushing her into the sow life. She loved his strength, that he spent time bothering with her, that it so obviously excited him when she did as she was told.

The next morning started the same as the day before. Katie awoke feeling warm and horny and she needed to get ready for work. She didn't want to, she wanted to stay in bed, but she knew there was no use. She lay there replaying the evening before and her heart beat wildly in her chest. She loved the way she felt adopted by her boss. She reached over and pulled the pillow to her face to breath in one more time his scent as she recalled the feel of his cock inside her. She had felt an incredible electric buzz when he had touched her naked body, how drenched she had been, how her body responded opening, softening under him. Already she felt that he owned her like only a sow can be owned.

Katie pulled herself out of bed and into the shower. As she bustled about the apartment she suddenly noticed things had been moved. Her pot plants weren't in their normal position, she couldn't find anything in the kitchen -- everything was in a different cupboard. She felt annoyed and this all took up more time, hunting down where were her bowls, where was the coffee? At last, in desperation she had to rush, she still had to figure out the best way to get to work without her car. Katie could not get accustomed to closing the front door behind her knowing she had no key to let herself back in. She knew she was putting herself in his control, that she needed Carl now to let her back into her own flat. She was forced to go to work and she was forced to use a public bus. Katie was irritated, why did he have to be so controlling? She would have to talk to him about that, but her insides twisted in insecurity and how he may react. She knew she was going to be late again.

Upon arriving at work she was called directly into Carl's office. He had her sit down as she was out of breath from running from the bus stop, consumed by fear at the scolding she would receive for arriving late. She was still getting used to the times of the buses and how long the journey would take. He sat looking at her for a moment.

"I know we have a relationship outside of the office, but I cannot show favouritism here. It would not be fair on the other staff. You are expected at work at the start of the day and not 45 minutes later. I wonder whether you really want to keep this job, but if so then kindly get here on time."

Carl turned back to his work, and Katie sat there, her chest still heaving from her exertions, feeling frustrated and angry.

"I could get here if I had my car!" She shouted, and as soon as she had, she regretted her impetuosity. Carl looked up surprised.

"Look here Katie we've been through that. You are on probation. Coming in here and throwing your weight around just because you have not been able to do what is expected of an employee shows a lack of consideration for your working colleagues. All you say just makes it clear that perhaps you are not able to cope, but let us reserve judgement until the end of this probationary period. I suggest you get on with your work now and stop making scenes to cover your inadequacy."

The words slapped Katie into her place. He was her boss after all, and he knew how to make that clearly understood. She clenched her fists and went back to her desk. Another bad start to the working day!



Sow Primer Ch. 05



Of course she could stop this any time she wanted. But why on earth should she? She loved playing with the sow concept, and listening to sow Lauren on the CDs was soothing and erotic. Meantime, Carl was fascinated with her, and she could not believe her luck to have so much attention from her boss, bringing her home of an evening and taking such good care of her. Oh no, she would be stupid to bring this to an end. And then there was the clit pump he bought for her. She dreamed about it at night and daydreamed about it in the office, it distracted her and her body demanded more. By the time the working day had ended she was excited and dripping in anticipation. She couldn't wait for Carl to take her home to listen to her lessons while she gently pumped away at her clit.

It had become a ritual, and the most important part of her day. She recognised that little by little everything else was something she just had to get through until that moment. It was not right, she should do something about it, but not just yet, surely she could enjoy this a little longer.

Lesson 2: Pleasure of yielding milk

Welcome to your next lesson! You are doing really well, and by now you should hopefully feel that tingle of excitement we all feel when we think of ourselves as a sow. I hope you are also convinced how important this role is to society and how good you will feel about yourself doing something so important for others. Listen to your body and learn to appreciate it, follow your nature rather than fight it and you will feel all the pleasure nature intended for you. Nothing else will seem so worthwhile. In this lesson I want to give you a glimpse of the physical pleasure you will feel along with the intellectual understanding of your sense of purpose. Yielding your milk is a very physical pleasure, and you will experience some of that sensation in this lesson.

You need a large jug of water and a glass. For this lesson you are going to drink a glass of water every half hour, and most important: you must not go to the bathroom under any circumstances until instructed to do so. This is the first time you will subject yourself to an external authority, but you will see later that by acceding to it, you will derive a freedom you have lost for far too long. This is part of today's lesson too: relinquishing yourself to another person's authority. You will experience the liberation that comes with submission, and the immense pleasure when you succumb. Growing up didn't you have to learn to take responsibility in your life, whether you wanted to or not? Wasn't it from that time that you started to worry about whether you were getting things right? All that worry just inhibits us from following our natural responses. We lose touch with ourselves. As a sow we yield responsibility to our handler which frees us to respond naturally, care-free, releasing the enormous pleasure trapped inside our sow bodies.

Have you drunk your first glass of water yet? Well what are you waiting for? Then come back and settle down to listen to the next part!

Katie loved the sound of sow Lauren's voice describing to her the pleasures of yielding. She knew she wanted to and that it was her own inhibitions of letting go that prevented her experiencing complete liberation. She ran to get her jug of water and there in the kitchen, Carl had already prepared a large jug of water and a tall glass also full of water. 

"Drink up," he said as he carried on preparing the food. Katie wondered how he knew what she wanted, but she was eager to get back to her lesson and pump at her clit some more. She drank down the glass in one long swig, gulp upon gulp of it. The water felt cold as it pulsed down her throat. She went back to her room and lay back upon the bed, her hand already aligning the pump with her clit as she pressed play. 

The water you are drinking acts like the milk your body will produce as a sow. As the day progresses, your body will slowly build up a reservoir of milk inside you in much the same way as continuing to drink the water fills your bladder. As time passes, you will feel exactly the same sense of gradual tightness and tension inside your body as if your udders were collecting milk. From now on, at least until you finish these lessons, you must keep to this regime of drinking a glass of water every half hour and as you drink think of your sow body gradually accumulating all this fluid inside your udders. It will give you such a serene sense of purpose. As the tension builds you will experience those sweet sensations in your body, the growing desire for relief, that pleasant tingle as you hold the waters back. Concentrate your mind on picturing yourself as a milk factory, your body is designed for the production of milk, and you are slowly producing that vital milk for everyone. It is natural, it just collects inside you. Drinking your glass of water every half hour will simulate the slow accumulation of milk inside your udders. 

Now go about your day and set a timer to ring every half hour. Keep it by the jug of water so you can reset the alarm once you have drunk your next glass of water. When you start feeling the urge to use the bathroom try holding the liquid in. Feel the sense of strain and how your thoughts turn more and more to your need, unable to focus upon anything else. You are experiencing precisely what a sow experiences as milking time approaches. Milking time becomes the most essential part of the day and as it approaches the sow will be incapable of doing anything except thinking about its milking. Its mind is taken over by its need for release and how it will endure that period of waiting, longing to be taken into the sheds, to feel the suction cups drawing their milk from them. The sows mind is utterly dominated by its purpose. The longer you can go, the closer to that experience you will have, and the associated pleasure each time will push you a bit further, to experience more.

See how long you can go, and when you feel your resistance approaching breaking point, come back and listen to the next part of your lesson.

Katie couldn't wait to drink her next glass of water, and decided to pour herself another glass without waiting. As the cool insidious water descended the length of her body, and she could feel it puddle in the recesses of her stomach, she wanted to urge her body on, she would feel those feelings of needing release. Yet in the meantime, what was she to do with herself? Katie decided to read through some erotic stories on the internet. She was particularly drawn to stories of women becoming milk factories. She would sit there and absorb herself in the stories and use the pump to increase her excitement as she read. She needed to feel something right now and sealed the valve and pressed hard on the rubber end. Her clit was mercilessly sucked up into the tight fitting jar and she squealed from the violence of it.

With hips bucking and the pump tightly gripping her engorged clit, Katie read. She was avid and consumed rapidly the words. Suddenly a loud buzzing broke in upon her fantasy and she jumped. She had become so completely unaware of where she was, absorbed by the eroticism of the story; but now she had to drink some more water. Eagerly she poured herself another glass and downed it as fast as she could. The clear cool liquid was refreshing as it glided across her tongue and cascaded in a swirling gurgle down her throat. She drank it a little too quickly, and her throat constricted and ached as she tried to gulp it down. She coughed as the last drops splattered over her chin. She touched it with her fingers imagining her milk splattering against her milky white flesh as it gushed faster than it could be collected. Lost in thought, she arched her back and imagined her udders squirting milk out in twin streams, rivulets of milk arching across the space before her sow form and over the floor: the wetness of her chest reflecting the wetness in her groin. The pump on her clit rocked back and forwards in the narrow confines between her sow thighs and dragged her unwilling clit to follow.

Over dinner Katie drank several more glasses of water while Carl had wine. The food seemed a bit salty, and Carl made sure she kept drinking. "Isn't this part of your lesson?" Carl admonished Katie, and then droned on about investments and something about her portfolio. Katie didn't understand in the least, and was distracted with each passing glass of water. She needed to pee now, and she was replaying the words sow Lauren had said in her lesson. Carl insisted she stay to the end of the meal, and filled her glass some more. Katie was beginning to feel the urgency now, yet being forced to wait to sit and endure his boring conversation that she was too distracted to follow anyway, did arouse her. 

She could feel the electric buzz in her groin, wanting to open her legs and discharge her fluid. The mental image became increasingly alluring. It would feel so good, it was what she needed. No! She must stop thinking that way or else she would never hold on. She had to concentrate and exactly as sow Lauren had said, she found her thoughts increasingly focused upon her groin. Katie squeezed her muscles tight to hold in the pressure of the growing reservoir of fluid. Her bladder stretched and telegraphed urgent messages to her brain. She had to resist, but the pressure was also pulsing messages internally along her already oversensitive clit. If she tried to place her pump on her clit now she would pee all over the floor and convulse, cumming catastrophically. Katie was consumed by the humiliation of peeing so uncontrollably and the yet worse ridicule of cumming as a result. Carl droned on and on about investments, seemingly oblivious to the fact that Katie wasn't listening.

Eventually she had to beg Carl to let her go. She had to pee and couldn't wait. Carl said didn't she have to go back to her lesson first, and of course he was right, although she was bursting. He led her into the bedroom and made sure she was settled with the CDs before returning to clear up. Katie had no idea how she was going to survive the next few minutes, she just hoped she'd be allowed to pee without delay.

If you have followed your instructions correctly, you should now be experiencing the tingling urgent tightness in your bladder and desperate to feel the pleasure of release as you pee. Feel that insatiable need for release that has captivated you, all this while the pressure has built up inside you. Maybe you are already hopping around to try and hold your bladder closed. If so then keep moving as you listen. The longer you can hold out, the more pleasurable the sensation of being full will become. 

Katie bounced from one leg to the other in a jig around the room. She found the up and down movement somehow took her mind off her bladder, as long as she kept on the move she could manage. Why couldn't Lauren just finish what she was saying and let her go?

This is precisely how your udders will feel when they are full of milk. You will feel the same tension inside your body, the need for release and the lack of control. Your thoughts have been taken over, haven't they? All you can think about now is how to hold the liquid inside you, your need to let go burns inside you. All your attention is now in your groin, and that is as it should be. Now you experience a little of the trained sow mind that has been adapted to devote its energies to what is most important in a sow life. You are now experiencing just what a sow feels when its two delicious milk laden orbs are ready to be taken to the shed and connected up to the milking machine.

Oh Gog, oh God why couldn't she just stop talking and let her go! Her voice seemed to stretch out and each sentence dragged on. Katie could feel her piss leaking out down her legs. She squeezed as hard as she could, but she couldn't keep it all in any longer. She was pacing round and round and her mind was saying over and over 'I can hold out a little longer.' But she knew she couldn't. Her mind kept thinking of waterfalls and the trickling waters of mountain streams. Desperately she tried to think of anything else. Soon she would flood the bed and the carpet.

It feels natural doesn't it? That is because it is natural, your body was designed for this purpose. I want you to experience that tension and to hold on to the water inside you for a little while longer. Feel that sense of fullness, the stretching of your muscles. Feel the water probing your entrance trying to prise its way out. Tighten the grip of your muscles to hold it in and feel that sense of pleasure as you do. Your clitoris can feel the tension too can't it? It is different from sex, this is a natural tension growing inside your body, and it generates a sweet pleasure as a reward for you responding to your body need. 

Move about the room holding in your waters as along as you can. How bloated you feel. Then when you feel you can no longer hold it in, when little rivulets are escaping, seeping through the tight crack in your belly, when you feel the dam about to burst and the floodgate to release, cave way to the pressure building behind it, go over to the tall mirror and look at your body. See how radiant your body looks when it is inflicted with internal tension. You can hold out a little while longer as you look at yourself, your body about to burst. Moving about the room and back again to the mirror, round and round. Your mind is now totally gone, it can only think about holding the water in, the stretching, pulling, tearing at your muscles and the impending pleasure, the release, the freedom.

It was so true, Katie's mind was jibbering only able to hold one thought, clinging to her resolve and postpone the inevitable. She muttered words to herself trying to convince herself that she could hold back the flood a few moments longer. She couldn't sit still any longer and she climbed onto the bed and off and trotted around the room. She didn't notice Carl at the door watching her. He had a broad smile as he watched her squirm.

Now bring a bowl and place it before the mirror and then kneel down; squat over the bowl and look back into the mirror. Do it quickly, as you cannot hold out much longer. Are you ready? Is the bowl positioned underneath you? Are your legs spread a little so you can see between them? Look at your thighs spreading outwards from your crack. It feels ready to burst doesn't it. You are about to release the flood erupting from that slit. It is natural, part of your body's function.

Like a greyhound from the starting gate, Katie bolted off in search of a bowl. She did not have far to go. Carl had brought a bowl in and left it leaning against the wall next to him. Some part of her brain must have acknowledged that Carl was standing there, but it certainly wasn't the conscious part. She grabbed the bowl dunked it down on the floor and squatted over it. 

Place your finger over your clitoris and tug upon it as you feel yourself let go, feeling your muscles that have been so tense, in knots, unravel. 

Her legs splayed wide, Katie waited no longer. She leaned her body forward, flexed her legs still wider and shot her piss into the bowl. The sudden drop in tension, the noise of her squishing produce and the persistent tingle along her clitoris as the piss forced its way out rippled and bucked through her. Waves of pleasure shot upwards as her flow shot out and down.

Pinch your clitoris as you watch the water gush out. Can you feel the tension subside, the muscles relaxing inside you? Does your clitoris not throb as you release? Pull on it some more, make yourself feel the pleasure, heighten it as you watch the water squirt from between your thighs. As you pull upon your clitoris you make the jet of hot liquid squirt in different directions in the bowl. Feel the pleasure and watch as you direct the flow: see if you can make yourself cum. Watch yourself in the mirror as you cum and listen to the water splashing into the bowl. Hear the gurgling sound of it collecting, swirling in the bowl, warm from your body. Right now your body is producing. It is not yet milk, but feel the sense of pride as you farm your body. Watch how you collect the produce from under you in the bowl. Is it not a sweet sensation as you feel your body push the fluid out, knowing it is squirting from you into the collecting bowl?

Katie was completely lost now. She pinched and pulled vigorously on her clit in automatic response to the CD. She had waited so long for this release and now she was tingling all over. With every touch she sent another gasp from her mouth, another ripple of pleasure along her clit into her bowels and another gush of piss into the bowl. It seemed like it would never end, she could never feel herself emptying her belly as there was always more to flow from her. Her hips were now bucking as if she rode a stallion.

When you are done, do not wipe yourself dry, but let yourself feel the last little rivulets of your wetness trickle over your thigh, feel the dampness and the dirtiness. Remember the pleasure you felt. Your clitoris enjoyed the sensation of release didn't it? The sensations are just the same when a sow is being milked. Now we are ready to start the cycle again. The sow's body is controlled by cycles, just as with the menstrual cycle, so the sow is controlled by its milking cycle. We are going to experience that today. Don't empty your bowl, but keep it to one side with a lid on it. We shall add to it later, it is your produce!

You start your next cycle by drinking another glass of water. This time see if you can last a bit longer. Can you let the tension build more, make your muscles strain and ache for relief. The longer you can hold on the greater the pleasurable sensations you will experience when you release the flow, the greater chance you will have for a more powerful orgasm next time. A sow is milked only two or three times a day, so the milk collects slowly and the tension builds up over several hours. See if you can match that cycle today. When you cannot hold it in any longer, come and listen to the next part of this lesson.

Carl had disappeared and came back with a tall glass full of water. There were droplets of water coating the sides of the glass and it felt cold and refreshing to the touch. He handed it to Katie and said,

"Good girl. You did well in your lesson today. Do you still have any doubt where this is going to end?"

Katie took the glass from him. Her lips were dry from all the gasping as she rode her pleasure. She was still not thinking straight, so Carl's words slipped past her. Her tortured bladder instantly started to fill again as she felt the fluid slide right through. She felt lost and in the control of others, of her senses, as she was given a second tall glass of water to drink by Carl. She knew her body didn't want it, but would be forced to carry it until she was allowed release again. She cupped her hand over her mound as if to prevent the liquid seeping straight out. Her fingertips slid through the gooey mess at her opening and she understood how hard she had cum. She could not say how long she had been pissing and pulling on her clit; but the anticipation of her body being reduced once more to that of a farm animal, made to produce, put upon a production line, a cycle that was to give her life meaning, had a profound affect upon her. She had felt something far deeper, more permanent than her trips to the sow farm for long weekends.

Carl was feeding her glass after glass of water. He wasn't bothered about waiting in between. He was driving her forward, filling her bladder as surely as if he had opened her up and poured the water directly from the jug into her pouch. She had no time to reflect upon her own desires, her bladder was starting to respond much quicker. Its complaints urged her to stop drinking, and she found it harder and harder to finish the next glass. Carl coaxed her on though, and there was no let up. How was it possible to be so full again so quickly? Yet the urgency to pee was growing rapidly now and soon would reach the fever pitch she had experienced just a few minutes before.




Sow Primer Ch. 05



Carl lifted the jug and poured the water into the glass from on high. The room was filled with the tinkling sound of the water splashing inside the glass. The sound drove Katie's need through another notch. It did not take long before Katie was back in the same state she was in before pacing the room and about to burst. Her resistance seemed to be lower this time and it took little time before Katie was once again crouched over her bowl staring down into the golden liquid she had already produced and was about to add to.

You should be crouched over your collecting bowl in front of the mirror, so if not then get into your position before proceeding. This is the sow's milking position and it is adopted because it aids the muscles in your body to squirt the milk into the bucket, using gravity to help draw the milk out. Now you feel the tension as before but hold on as long as you can. The more you feel the ache in your belly, the better the feeling of relief will feel. As you let the water flow from between your legs, pull on your clitoris like last time and direct the flow where you want in the bowl. Listen again to the sound of the water splashing and gurgling into the water already there adding to your produce for the day. 

Feel a sense of pride in what your body produces and the amount of fluid in the bucket. The more you produce the better you feel about yourself. I want you to watch the water jetting out and feel the warm flow as it leaves your body. When you are ready for milking you will feel twice this sensation, as you will feel it in both udders. Watch the jet stream from you and imagine your udders each having such a stream gushing into a pail below you. Fill yourself with a sense of pride watching the pail beneath you fill up, and keep your eyes on the mirror watching yourself as you tug on your clitoris. You deserve to feel the pleasure as well as the relief, both mingling together inside you. Tell yourself how great that will feel when it is doubled, when both your udders will be producing and making milk for everyone.

Continue this throughout the day and see how much you can produce in your bowl. Weigh it out, as the dairy will weigh out the produce of each of its sows. You can repeat this exercise over several days and each time see whether you can hold out longer. Time yourself and set yourself a goal to try and hold out till. Try pushing yourself by drinking more than a glass of water and see how you get on. Tell yourself how good a sow you would be to hold so much fluid inside you for so long, so that you have become used to the tensions inside you. Feel the pride in your achievements.

We have reached the end of our second lesson. I hope you have enjoyed yourself in this lesson and understand the importance and satisfaction of becoming a sow as well as the great pleasure you will experience as you produce your milk. Build a sense of pride in your body for how much it has learned to store. You are doing really well.

Carl helped Katie up and took her into the bathroom. He put her in the shower and hosed her down, washing away the piss. He took out a pair of scales and weighed the bowl with her produce in while Katie, still stupefied just sat on the toilet and watched. She suddenly thought of the milkmen checking the quantity of her produce. Is this how it was at a real sow farm? Did they check on yield before the sow so as to encourage it to produce more? He wrote down in a little notebook without saying anything to her. When he turned he smiled and led her back into the bedroom and splashed some of her piss over the pillow. She would bathe in her piss as she slept tonight, and strangely for no reason she could think of, that comforted her.

Once Carl had fixed up her mp3 player as last night he kissed her and left. Katie was exhausted. This exercise had taken a lot out of her, but she was also thrilled. She wandered into her dream state thinking of the next few days working over and over at her lesson. She would learn gradually to hold more water and increase her yield. She would be a good sow. Somehow the words echoed from somewhere else.



Sow Primer Ch. 06



Slam! The front door crashed impenetrably behind her. When would Katie get used to this? She stood feeling the heat in her cheeks and the tight clenching of her fists. She was angry with all this. More and more of her things were being usurped by Carl's stuff. The sitting room was unrecognizable. All her nice things had been stowed away in cupboards and replaced by Carl's books or his photographs or sporting memorabilia. She never said he could move in, yet her flat looked increasingly like his home than hers. How long before she would get her keys back and restore some normality?

As always, Katie was in a rush. She had to get to work on time today. She realised that she was losing the battle to show she was immune to the sow lessons. The more she went over and over them, the more she fell under their spell. She loved the way she was being regulated in the evenings through the intake of water. Carl had insisted she needed his agreement before she could relieve herself. She felt so out of control and it excited her mercilessly as she stood watching the water cascading and coiling inside the glass as she poured her next intake. How could she hold on to the old Kate? She was slavishly sinking into the hypnotic temptation to immerse herself into this new life. The only way she could cling to her old self was victory in the battle to prove she was a capable and a valuable member of staff; and that meant getting to work on time – something she had yet to manage since she had been forced to use public transport. 

Katie sat on the bus and stared blankly into the street as the shops flitted by. Her mind settled on her favourite obsession, her life together with Carl. This life, while touching her work really revolved around the evenings and was bound in ritual. At the office she would have to wait until Carl was ready to take her home and he would let her into the flat. Even that was a ritual that forced her to wait docile for Carl to search for and produce the key – her key! Once inside Carl would just stand looking at her, waiting until she had removed her coat, top and bra. These she handed over to him and he would hang them in the wardrobe while she stood with her udders, as Carl always called them, free. Next came the short skirt which she duly handed over. He made her wait between each item of clothing while he put them away, disappearing them inside the wardrobe which she was not allowed to open, she had no keys. Carl had put locks upon all the cupboards, and in particular, her clothes drawers and wardrobes. Slowly everything of hers was being stowed away out of her reach. Carl would put out the clothes she was to wear the next day and she had no choice. Her dependence upon Carl was being deliberately reinforced in all matters.

While Carl was hanging her clothes, Katie was left standing in just her shoes and stockings and the very tight hot pants that curved smoothly over her mound and pressed constantly into her slit. Carl loved to slide his finger over the contour of her mound and taunt her over the sow juices she had produced that were staining the front. Well it was true, she did make herself very wet during the day. The hot pants tormented her cunt so badly she couldn't really stop herself. Her was constantly being reminded of her nether regions throughout the day. Even sitting in her chair at the office, if she sat back she could suddenly find the material squeezed and pinching at her lips as they bulged out upon either side of the seam. She knew it was wrong to allow herself to get into this state when she should be diligently working. She knew she should be stronger, that she was slip sliding into sowhood. But since meeting her trainer she couldn't stop thinking of her delicious sweet surrender to him, her resolve seemed to evaporate as she became a creature of sensuality, stripping away her independence along with her clothes.

Being treated with such care, the centre of the ritual, yet at the same time inferior, incapable, in need of her master, being controlled fuelled an incessant buzz in her loins. She craved it. Yes she did! Why pretend otherwise? She had no idea where this was headed, and that too was part of the deliciousness of her surrender. She did not need to think about that, she could just revel in the unfolding story that so bewitched her.

Katie shuddered. These thoughts carried with them uncomfortable feelings and she felt a rising panic inside her that she must put an end to this. As if to deflect her discomfort she thought about the way Carl looked after her. He drove her home, he made her dinner and he cooked so well. She never cared for herself in the way he looked after her. She didn't have to think about anything, leaving Carl to take care of it all: the way he put out the clothes she was to wear, how he tucked her in bed and arranged the mp3 player to lull her into sleep – even though she didn't think it worked. It was the care and attention he lavished upon her. She loved the deep sense of relaxation she felt knowing that when she got home she would just enjoy herself. 

Carl would lead her by the hand into the bedroom and there he would unzip her hot pants, his hands snaking over her mound, pulling at the zipper, the thrill as it ran round, tugged by her trainer's hands. No Carl's hands, she blushed. The feel of his fingers so close made her ooze and she had to use what little control was left her to stop her thighs from rocking on the seat in the bus. His hands around her hips, pulling, pinching, tugging at the material which clung tight, would not yield and she would giggle at his efforts. The material was so thin, she could feel his fumbling as though she were standing naked before him. It was so funny watching him struggle impatiently with her clothes, knowing he chose them. Yet so much of that laughter was sheer delight, of excitement, of being so alive that her heart thudded within her. 

Slowly the material would descend, stretching over her ass cheeks and squeezing her before reaching the point where the pressure releases, then sliding reluctantly slowly down, the tug against her cunt, the wetness and the odour intoxicating them both. Katie fought the urge to slip her fingers under her skirt and press the hard nub that throbbed between her thighs. Her mind wandered into Carl fucking her. Every night ended the same with her need having built up from the lessons, a slow unremitting tension, the pulling at her clit that grew became engorged, made it throb, made her legs desire to open and her secret inner self plead to be mauled by her lover, her trainer, by Carl. He fucked her each night, his seed swamping her, staining her, stamping his ownership inside her. It was a ritual that bound her to him. He was no longer some external person but came inside her in deep and mysterious ways that made him an integral part of her own psyche.

Katie looked up as the bus shot past her stop; her stomach groaned as she thought of the time she would waste having to walk back from the next stop. She had to concentrate!

She arrived at the office in a rush and panic. She felt her abdomen constricted by the tight hot pants Carl insisted she wear. It was all very well having a skirt over them so she wasn't lewdly displayed in front of her colleagues, but it still pressed tightly into her belly and made her need to pee more often. She dumped her bag on the chair and was about to totter off to the bathroom when she saw the tall jug of water and glass sitting patiently on her desk. An electric arc buzzed around her bladder and down to the very tip of her clitoris. She clenched her muscles as tight as she could but could not stop a trickle of her pee escaping between the gripping, twisting squeeze of her lips. It brought a tingle of sheer pleasure radiating across her belly. 

Up until now Katie's adventures with her water training had been confined to the evenings after work. She had looked forward to the surrender all day and rushed to drink her first glass of water as soon as she had been allowed into her flat and disrobed. Now she understood that Carl was taking her to a new level, and bringing this game into the office. Was this a good idea; certainly not if she wanted to get lots of work done. Yet she was so drippingly excited at the sight of the clear cool water patiently waiting for her on the desk. She felt consumed by the cloying dampness in her panty, the bursting need for the bathroom which were held transfixed by the charm and allure of the clear liquid taunting her on her desk. She quickly poured herself a glass and wriggling as she leaned over and drank, she then rushed off to find relief.

Before she could reach the safety of the women's bathroom, Carl called her to his office. She looked at him pleadingly and wanted to say I will be with you in a moment. Anyone else would have said so, but somehow she knew this was not an option allowed her. She followed behind him to his office, and she was skipping a little to keep herself from flooding her panties right in front of him. 

"From today it is time to bring your training into the office. You will practice your lessons here. I can see how much you enjoy them, so why wait till the evenings." 

Katie was hopping slowly from one foot to the next as she listened. She had to focus so much on holding her water in that she couldn't take in clearly what he was saying or respond.

"Since you have yet to accept your position and are still trying to prove yourself, then I am asking you whether you agree to this. If not you can continue your day as a normal working day. Would you prefer that?" He stood calmly before her as she wriggled and tried to focus. All she could think of was how to curtail this conversation and get to the bathroom.

"Do you enjoy this game?" She stared at him, aroused, needy and totally focused on her groin. 

"Yes," she whispered hoarsely. 

"Do you want to continue then?" 

She knew she must say no, she was psyching herself up to say no. The inner conflict left her body shaking as she danced in front of him. She felt water leaking into her panties, seeping out of her crack. She could feel the wetness on her thighs and the pungent aroma hit her nostrils. She would say no, she had to, it was her only way of clinging to her life. 

"Yes." The word crept out of her mouth unbidden. She didn't know where it came from, some deep dark recess of desire that overrode all her control. As soon as the word was out, she felt the tension go. 

"Very well., you have agreed. I will not keep you." He held out in his palm the clit pump for her and was smiling. 

Katie grabbed the pump and ran to the bathroom. Her legs ran faster than the waters trickling over her legs. She had to make it, the consequences should she not were unthinkable. Once locked in the cubicle she fought with the tight pants and started to release as soon as she was free of the material. She hovered over the bowl, feeling the tension go and plunged the pump into her clit. She squeezed with all her might. The feelings of release and excitement magnified hundred fold as she felt the grip sucking around her clit. She tugged and tugged savagely at it, trying to rip it out of her. The pleasure swirled around inside her carrying her breath from her lungs until her chest ached. 

During the morning, and without any word being spoken to her, Katie dutifully downed a glass of water each half hour. She had learned to love this game. The more she drank, the more Katie found her thoughts drifting towards her bladder and how long she could hold out. She wasn't getting very much work done, and she had become so used to pulling on her clit with that pump as she played this game that she found her hand automatically working the pump under her short skirt. She would release it and leave it on the chair between her thighs while she flicked casually at her clit through the taut material of her hot pants. She could feel the damp material glued to her gooey hardened aching clitoris. She stared vacantly, getting no work done as she continually played with herself and swallowed her regular water intake like a good sow. 

Just as Katie got up and was about to make a rush for the bathroom, Carl came in and called her into his office. She knew that he meant her to ask his permission when she needed to rush to the bathroom, and now he was going to make her pay for her forgetfulness. She trotted along behind him into his office absolutely ready to burst. Carl went over to his desk and picked up another large jug of water.

"You have been doing very well little Kitty sow." He held the jug high and allowed the water to cascade down in a long stream into the glass. Katie stood mesmerized by the cool rippling liquid and felt her bladder yearn to open. She paid no attention to his taunting words, her eyes locked on the rivulets of water coiled over each other in a wriggling python like dance into the glass. Kitty's need to pee became unbelievably tense. On and on Carl poured the water and she forced herself to focus upon the level of the water in the glass and reassure herself he was nearly done. She tried to pace herself to maintain control over her urge to flood the floor of his office.

Carl handed the glass to her and she drank. She started to trot on the spot while she drank. The pressure of the water as it flowed into her throat seemed to build directly over her bladder, as if the water she was taking in was pushing the water out. Was she going to be able to hold out? She squeezed her eyes tight shut as if to shut out the thoughts of her overfull bladder. She tried to think of dry stone walls, arid deserts anything as long as there was no water. Yet even these thoughts switched with knee jerk speed into her legs parting and single handedly irrigating those dry pastures. Oh God at last, the water was drunk. Katie trotted about the room, unable to stand still. Her head twisted round and round, but she took in no aspect of her scenery. She was fully concentrated on holding her bladder taut.

"You're doing really well, Kitty. Let's see if you can hold it in for another few minutes. Dance for me. Lift your skirt and show me your sow mark. You have been doing so really well."

Katie swayed and trotted around his office. She was too far gone to speak or do anything except cling to her modesty and hope he would release her soon. If only she could distract herself then the throbbing need for release would perhaps subside a little. Yet it would not, could not, go away. Within moments she was begging Carl, 

"I really need to go."

Carl looked up and chuckled. "You were doing so well. Surely you could last out a bit longer for me, can't you?" He seemed to make her need sound so unreasonable. Surely what he was asking was not too much. But it was!!

"I need to. I need to right now, otherwise I am going to pee in my panties!" Katie was sobbing. 

"Kitty, you must try and stop all this.! You have work to do. I can't have my employees sitting around in their own piss. Control yourself." 

He turned back to his papers having been sharp with her. Katie's hand was locked between her tightly squeezed thighs and she was bouncing on the spot. She had to take her mind off her predicament. She wandered around the office in a daze. She couldn't speak, she couldn't acknowledge anybody, she was totally lost in a world where all that mattered was holding on. It would be obvious to anyone who saw her how desperate she was to use the bathroom. She should just rush off and forget what Carl said, and yet somehow she forced herself round his office a couple more times clinging on desperately trying to be a good girl for him and do as he told her.

"Pleeease..." she begged.

Carl dropped his pen, sighed loudly and said, "Oh well, if you must." He got up and brought round his wastepaper basket. "Here use this." He placed it in the middle of the room. So relieved was she at receiving his permission that she started to pull at her shorts. Then as if she understood she hesitated and looked up at Carl. Her face was crimson, and for a brief moment her desire to pee subsided, overtaken by a stronger force. He was smiling expectantly towards her. She fled his office for the bathroom, running uncaring who saw her or trying to hide the state she was in.

Katie rushed into one of the stalls and in anticipation of the imminent release, her bladder responded by opening and dribbles of piss soaked into her clothes. She cloyed with them, desperately trying to pull them down before she wet them even more. She had no other pair to wear. She squeezed as tightly as she could to hold the fluid in, feeling it leaking through in spite of her efforts. Once again she found herself, knees bent, hovering over the toilet bowl, pulling desperately at her panty holding it to one side as the gush of hot fluid flowed out in a loud pressurized sigh. It hit the water with a clattering splash, and at any other time she might have worried what anyone outside might think at hearing that sound. But right now all she could feel was the relief and her clit pulsed and wobbled as she pulled with her fingers to direct her stream into the centre of the bowl. She felt a sexual energy with the release, not like an orgasm, but reminiscent of one. It made her think about times she had cum, and she wanted to cum right now. This was pleasure but not enough. She needed her clit pump, but it was in her desk drawer. 

Her fingers went to her clit and she pulled it upwards, shifting her stream out towards the rim of the bowl. She felt her muscles clench with the sudden fear she would piss all over the floor. She pictured a pool of her piss leaking out from under the stall floor, some unseen woman screaming as the puddle reached across the floor towards her, very visibly trickling out of her stall. Unable to do anything but continue to hover over the toilet the sound of her piss echoing round the chamber as the unknown person calls her names: a pervert, a slut, incontinent; the thoughts of her humiliation mingling with the relief and the tension as she tried to stem the flow. Her hips bucked with a sexual intensity as strong as any orgasm but with an altogether different, guttural sensation at the floor of her belly. Her muscles hurt, ached and there was such delicious pleasure in that ache.

Finally the tension started to reduce, but she needed to feel it again. There was an addictive power to it, a new and altogether consuming pleasure that as soon as her distress subsided she had to recreate it. She pulled and tugged at her clit, but it was no use. The sensation slowly faded and she yearned once more to have a bladder bulging with her piss. Is this how a sow feels when the milk subsides and her udders empty? My God if there is this much pleasure in being milked then there was nothing, absolutely nothing that she would allow to stand in the way of her becoming a milk sow. Slowly Katie began to realise how fast her heart thumped. She swallowed and tried to recover, sitting on the seat one hand cradling her head while the other rested underneath her breast feeling the slow decline in her heart rate until it came to something closer to normal. She sighed stood up and pulled at her panties. They were very damp and as she pulled them over her hips and the material settled around her mound, they felt cold and clammy. She wondered if the people in the office would smell her drying piss. Oh God, she thought, but she had no alternative but to hope they couldn't.

As soon as she felt able to, she trotted back to her desk and took some tissues and wrapped them round her clit pump. She had no where to hide the thing, but she had to return to her stall and use it. She could not function until she had cum hard, and the pump was the only way she could recreate some of those sensations she had just experienced. She avoided eye contact with her colleagues, but she sensed, rather than saw, the strange looks they gave her. She wondered how much they understood what was happening to her. Already she felt herself different from them. As well as the humiliation she felt, she also felt sorry for them. In their lives they would probably never experience such unutterable pleasure. Her mind vaguely and incongruously went back to sow Lauren's opening introduction and perhaps she was only now just starting to understand what she meant.




Sow Primer Ch. 06



In no time at all, she sat in her stall and pumped furiously at her clit. She was merciless, as if her clit should be made to recreate the drowning feelings as she emptied herself so vigorously into the toilet bowl. Her orgasms, however, were just a dim echo of those sensations and she sat for a long, long time going through one orgasm after another, like ripples dying out across a pond. Nothing would compare with the explosive centre that had rocked her world. In that moment the true meaning of being a milk sow burst upon her, and every ounce of her being wanted it.

In spite of being cross and disappointed with her just now, Carl was smiling and happy when she returned. He didn't ask her anything, but Katie somehow felt he knew what had just happened to her. She dismissed that thought. Impossible! How could he? He seemed even more pleased when she asked him for another glass of water. When she had drunk it he said,

"I think that behind all this pretence, you finally begin to understand your desire. This is an important day, your tipping point and it is time to leave behind Katie the career girl and become Kitty. You will be called Kitty in recognition and preparation for the time when you will be fully ready to convert yourself into Kittysow." Unlike the last time, Katie stood looking at him and this time she knew he was right. It was not a comfortable realization. She still rebelled against the idea, but with far less conviction than before. 

After her second glass of water, Kitty started to feel her bladder full already. She felt the mingle of fear and excitement at the torment she was about to put herself through again. Surely she should be able to last a bit longer this time? What was wrong? Seeing her discomfort Carl asked, "Are you feeling full already?" Kitty hung her head in shame at her transparency and nodded. "That's only to be expected. While you were emptying your bladder, your body was still processing and producing more. You'll get the hang of carrying round large quantities of fluid in your body, but it will take more time."

It had been a long and arduous day. Kitty had spent much of the time in her stall, either reliving the bursting eroticism of her legs spread wide on either side of the bowl shooting her produce into the collecting waters below her, or even longer pumping her clit and reliving those moments. She had got no work done at all. Finally Carl came to take her home. Kitty's bladder was again sensitive and felt stretched with her latest intake, and the purr of the engine constantly vibrating into her cunt made her purr in response. She sat, her legs spread so she could press her cunt lips into the upholstery and feel the hum vibrating her bladder. Ripples flowed down her thighs and her clitoris jumped and stretched against the confines of the material encasing her. Kitty was silent, lost in a world of need and relief. 

While Kitty stood naked before Carl, letting him strip her of her hot pants, he commented, "What a dirty girl you have become. These are so stained they are for throwing away." He was smiling as he spoke to her, a look of pride on his face. Kitty should have felt embarrassed but the need in her bladder had been growing rapidly as Carl's fingers fought with the wet material plastered to her groin, and she was pushed and pulled on the spot by his struggle. Perhaps she was coming to terms with who she was, that this is how she wanted to be. He didn't admonish her like her mother would have. She was free and he was proud.

"Already you see that clothes are not suitable for you. Dressing you up to go to the office is as incongruous as putting trousers on your pet dog to take it for a walk." Kitty heard the words, and she felt strange.. Instead of rebelling against them as the old Katie would have, she just accepted them. In fact they heightened the buzz she felt around her bladder and clit as the wet clothes were slowly dragged pinching down her legs. She did feel free when she was naked, and the discomfort of the confining hot pants was gone. 

Carl hung the hot pants from a hanger and put it on a hook in the wall opposite Kitty's bed. They hung there disheveled and stained.

"This is to commemorate this day, to remind you that clothes are not suitable for Kitty, and when her udders start to produce milk too, then she will wonder at her stupidity to ever have wanted to wear clothes."

Carl went into the kitchen and poured out another large jug full of water. The sound trickled into Kitty's ears and she again squirmed. Holding her legs crossed to hold the flow she waited for the sound to subside. Carl came out holding a glass of water for her. She downed it in one long series of gulps, never removing the glass from her lips. Her mind tried to force the water straight into her bladder, to feel the tension uncompromising, consuming her and taking her over once more. It was not long before she was asking Carl to unlock the bathroom for her.

"We have some unfinished business, don't we?" Kitty looked confused. Carl led her into the bedroom and took out a large pink potty from the wardrobe. He placed it before the tall mirror and Kitty's heart was going so fast it was skipping beats. On the front of the potty was the picture of a smiling friendly pig with little trotters for feet. The ears of the pig rose up as a guard against which Kitty would press her mound, her thighs to either side, right in front of the mirror as she would fill the potty.

"We have to start collecting your produce. As a sow you are a farm animal, and your body is turned over to production. Since you are not ready yet to produce milk, we will collect your piss and weigh it. Each day we will try to increase your yield and I will set out for you times when you will come to have your waters collected and weighed. No longer will you be allowed to use the bathroom at the office or at home except immediately after being milked when you may use it if you want to use the pump I have given you."

Kitty stood and was pulling at her clit as Carl spoke. She felt herself slipping sideways, a chasm opening up to engulf her. She had to pull back, but she knew she wasn't strong enough. She could not resist the urges that had embedded themselves inside her and being rooted deep within, was as impossible to deny as her own hand. The potty looked so small, there was no room for her legs, how could she seat herself upon it? Yet the thrill soared up and down inside her as she contemplated this next step. The tension inside, faced with the opportunity for release, was nagging her and pushing her forwards.

Carl came round behind her, and he grasped her arms. He knelt on the floor and pulled Kitty back into his body. Her legs crumpled and her knees bent. She was not sitting on the potty, but in limbo, her back pressed into Carl and his hands on her arms guiding her, positioning her over the potty. In front of her was the telltale mirror that would hide nothing from her eyes. She could see Carl's face, full of concentration as he guided and held her in position. She had refused to relieve herself in front of him in the office earlier today, and now she finally understood what he had meant about unfinished business. She was going to have to relieve herself here in front of this mirror, watching herself in the perverse act, while Carl guided her, encouraged her and controlled her.

The smell of Carl's aftershave invade her nostrils, the thrill of his scent, the feel of his warmth stretched out along the length of her back, the grip of his thighs squeezed tight against her waist, the strength of his arms reaching out across her own legs held wide, the pressure of her bladder yearning to empty and the stinging hold of Carl's fingers pressed into her soft flesh. Kitty felt invaded, consumed, the last security of decency of privacy swept aside; the weight in the air of expectation. She knew she needed to piss, she knew she wanted to in front of Carl, the last taboo brushed aside as insignificant, but her sphincter held clam tight.

"That's it, easy now." Carl was whispering to her, encouraging her, his mouth close to her ear. She felt the warm touch of his breath tingle her earlobe, and an echo tingled inside her. It started slowly, a damp trickle coating her lips so visibly, reflected in the light, so public in the mirror.

"Good girl," Carl cooed. "Produce for me, baby. Show me what your sow body can do." Maybe it was the way he said it, as if this were perfectly natural, maybe the expectation she needed to meet, maybe it was her own pride at performing in this so public of manners. Whatever it was that drove her, the flow steadily increased. She felt the heat of it washing over her sow cunt, making her lips hot and wet, dribbling over her thighs. It still would not stream out away from her. She leant her head back, perhaps it was the shame that burned her that she tried to pull back from.

"Now, now push a little harder for me. Let it all out. Show me."

And she was, her cheeks burning, her hips thrust forward by the press of Carl's hips and the harsh dribbling squish of her piss collecting in the potty below her, put there for her to fill. Then her body caved in, of a sudden, her bladder opened and her piss streamed out and she heard the splash of water felt the breath of Carl's words in her ear, "Well done baby, your doing really good." Kitty closed her eyes and thought of her sow body, she had trained it for days and now she was showing it off to her handler. The word subdued her, and something inside her seemed to let go. She was in full sow mode, performing with her sow body for her handler. Memories of the sow farm that never seemed far from her mind these days, now flooded her as she flooded the potty put out for her. She lost herself in the comfort of the farm, allowed herself the release to absorb the sensations without judging them. Her hand instinctively rode to her clit, she had trained herself to do this for the past few days, and as she touched its sensitive tip she felt the jolt of fire within burn.



Sow Primer Ch. 07



Kitty cleared her throat. Once again she was standing naked in front of Carl who was sat in one of her armchairs reading a newspaper. She needed to ask him a favour, and she was not at all confident he would agree.

"I need to get in touch with my mum. I usually email her and she hasn't heard from me for a while now. She will be worried." Kitty spoke quickly. She needed to say it all before he interrupted her, before she heard the disapproving click of his tongue.

With an overbearing rustle of paper, he pulled the newspaper aside to look at her. He gave her a withering tired look.

"I told you, all I need from you is to concentrate on your lessons. I will take care of everything else."

She had anticipated he wouldn't accept straight off, so she was prepared. "She will worry and will come round if I don't answer her."

"Look, stop trying to think for yourself. I have sorted everything, I tell you. She did want to come round at first, but now she understands and accepts it wouldn't be a good idea."

Kitty stood there dumbstruck. What was he talking about? She couldn't take it in. She just stood there and stared at him, while Carl waited. After he felt he had given her enough time, after he felt she had realised she was not able to work it out, after he felt she had learned her lesson that this was nothing to do with her, that she should concentrate on her lessons like he said and forget everything else, he decided to drive home to her the reality that things had changed and would never go back.

"I emailed her using your id and told her you decided to train as a sow." He watched her reaction. Kitty stood there, still unable to take in what he was saying. After what seemed an age she whispered, "She knows?" Nodding and staring her right in the eye, Carl said, "Uh huh."

"I don't understand. You said you used my id?" Her head tipped fractionally emphasising her unspoken question, how could that be?

"You are not very careful about your passwords are you." Carl was looking condescendingly at her, reinforcing the unspoken accusation that she was therefore stupid. "Once I had your password for your bank account, I tried it on your email account. So I have had access to your email account all this time too. Of course I looked through the emails you sent, so when I was ready to let your friends and family know, by sending emails to them in your name, I knew how to make them read authentically."

"You told everyone?!" her voice was angry now. 

"Oh yes. Some of them were encouraging and admired you for telling them. Those were the ones I think secretly want to do what you are doing. I am not sure you will hear again from some of the others though. Your mum," Carl turned his head up looking towards the ceiling as if he was trying to recall. "She was put out at first. She wanted to come straight over and talk you out of it. I had to spend quite a bit of time trying to convince her in a way that she would understand you were telling her this was your own decision. She didn't seem to know about your visits to the sow farm, well not at first. I think that was when she started to shift her position, when she realised that this was no spur of the moment choice. Then she wanted to come over and be supportive of you as you went through your training. That's when you told her you had persuaded one of the trainers from the farm to come over and look after things while helping you through the transition."

Kitty stood there speechless, shaking her head as if she could deny his words. Her world was spinning away from her, leaving her behind. Carl pressed home the point.

"You wrote to her very convincingly, explaining to her how much you were enjoying the way he treated you, that this really was everything you wanted and that you were going to do your best to become a good sow. I could see her wavering at this point, as she didn't want to get in the way if this is what you wanted. Once you told her you would give her regular updates on your progress to becoming a sow, she relented. She left it with the words, 'If you're sure', and that she would be there whenever you needed her. Well of course, ever since then I have been making sure she knows exactly what progress you have been making."

Kitty clenched her fists as her rage welled and boiled inside her. How could he? How could he ruin her life like that? She was so angry with him, but she was even more angry with herself. How could she have let him do this? She had been playing some little game, thinking there would be no consequences, fooling herself she was in control. All the while he was silently closing the door behind her. Heaven knows what her mother would be thinking of her now! She couldn't bring herself to consider how this would change things, how she would ever be able to face any of her friends again. She wanted to run away, to disappear, to hide and then as a cold shiver descended her spine she realised that the only place she had to run to was the farm.

Her breathing was coming in gulps, her chest heaving, her heart thumping, her cunt dripping. Yes it was. She was being manipulated and she should be furious, she should throw him out for what he had done; but all she felt was how stupid she was. What an idiot for thinking this was all a game. How everyone must be laughing at her. She felt destroyed, obliterated and there was no one to blame but herself. She had fooled no one but herself. Perhaps that was the moment when she started to suspect that much of her anger was really about her own inability to confess her desires to her friends and to her mum. Oh God, she still couldn't get over the fact she knew. Yet they had accepted it. She was the one still sore about her secret being outed. She could have told them, and she hadn't had the guts. She would never have been in this position if she had taken control, had done the unthinkable. 

Slowly her mind was turning, she was figuring it out. Carl watched her intently. Her anger had roamed from Carl to herself for letting him do it, to her friends and her mother for accepting what he said, for not realising it was not her writing, and then finally back to herself. She had needed Carl to tell them, and that was the truth of it. She wanted the fun of playing the sow, but she needed Carl for the hard things she wasn't able to do for herself. She felt inadequate, diminished, lost in a complex world too hard for her. She needed to be owned, no longer for the sexual excitement of it, but a deep inner implosion. 

"Don't you have a lesson to be getting on with?" Carl's voice interrupted her thoughts. She stared at him, her mouth still open. She should say something, she should voice her anger but she was too confused. It was so much easier to just forget it, to turn away, to lose herself in her lessons and forget the consequences. She was weak, she was stupid, she would run. Turning on her heel, she stomped out of the room furious with herself. She needed her lesson right now, she wanted to forget this conversation. If only she hadn't brought up the subject, then she wouldn't have known anything, she wouldn't be feeling this bad. If she just trusted Carl, that he had it all in hand, then she could just escape. The more she hovered there, naked before her handler – oh yes, that felt better thinking of Carl as her handler, the more she convinced herself that she could never cope now without him. She was just a stupid tart bimbo sow that had better get on with learning her lessons.



Lesson 3: Correction

As a woman turns into a sow, she initially has so much to learn! Try as she might she can't learn it all in a day, and that is why she needs to be trained. A sow loves her trainer. He cares for her and shows her how important she is, not just a member of the herd but a valuable commodity. The trainer also teaches her how a sow is to behave. Now of course the trainer is going to need a lot of patience, but he can't expect just by repeating to her what she has to do that she will unlearn the ways she has been used to in her former life. So the trainer has to reinforce the lessons. He does this by physically correcting her when she makes mistakes. He isn't angry when he is correcting her, he just knows this is the best way for her to learn: to take it all in.

A sow and her trainer learn about each other. The trainer learns to find the best way to teach his sow to forget all the lessons of the past and to adopt her new life, so she is ready and content and can feel fulfilled. That is his intention. The sow loves the treatment she gets from her trainer, because she knows why he is correcting her and that he is taking this trouble for her own good.

In this lesson we are going to explore the joys of having your behaviour corrected. By the time you are ready to move on from this lesson, you will have learned how to carry yourself like a sow. To feel the sow within you stretching herself and expressing herself in ways that others will recognise if they know what to look for. For the rest of this lesson you will need to find someone to act as your trainer. They don't have to be a professional sow trainer, but someone you trust, someone you have enough confidence in to let them know you are following these lessons. Before you approach them you need to realise that you are about to ask them to spank you, so you will both have to be ok with that. So think about who you will ask and when you are ready come back and listen to the next bit.

Well no problem there. He was sitting in the other room. Kitty felt a lurch in her stomach when sow Lauren mentioned spanking, but feeling as she currently did, the idea of some corporal punishment may ease her mind away from the burning shame that was eating her up inside. She pressed play.

Now the manner in which you ask your trainer to spank you is very important, and you must follow these instructions to the letter so that you behave in accordance with the sow lifestyle. When you ask you need to be fully clothed, keep your arms by your sides and you must on no account move them. Keep your face looking down and make NO eye contact. This is how you must ask them. The hardest part of this lesson is in the asking. You need to speak respectfully, and acknowledge that you are asking a favour of them to train you. So keep your voice respectful and if they seem reluctant you need to reassure them that you need correction. Explain to them how important it is for you to learn to live the sow life.

If you have managed this then well done you! You have made another step towards diminishing yourself in the eyes of your trainer and others. If you can do this asking in front of others, friends and especially members of your family then so much the better. If you find this too hard then after your first corrective session ask your trainer to make you do this, help you over this hurdle so that you can learn your place. The harder it is to diminish yourself in front of that person the more important it is for you to be trained to do it. So this is your first task.

Oh God, Kitty new exactly what this meant. She would be made to beg Carl to be spanked in front of her mother. Her heart pounded, she heard drumming in her ear as it burnt. It was impossible, she could never do that. She thought through again how angry she had been with herself for being too cowardly. She would have to do it, she would screw herself up to do it, but she was shaking from the very idea of it. Kitty took out her clit pump and worked furiously at her clit. The harder she pumped the more she could squeeze the thoughts out of her head. She could lose herself in the sensual delight emanating from her abused bud. She pumped and pumped, pulling with all her might as sow Lauren's words drifted into her head. She needed this pleasure from her tortured clit.

Carl wandered in. "I have some things for you to sign." He handed her some complicated looking papers. Kitty did not stop for a moment the pumping of her clit all the while she stared up at him. She could see the papers he was holding were important looking documents, but she was so used to signing stuff that she thought only of the interruption and having to drag her mind back to the mundane. She signed them off quickly to get back to her lessons and her pumping. As she lay back on the bed, Carl was looking at her signature on the page. Kitty felt a little unnerved first by the documents looking important and that he was scrutinising her signature.

"What was that?" she asked as casually as she could given her aroused state. Carl did not answer at first. He seemed preoccupied. He turned looking down at her,

"A lot of questions today Kitty? What's the matter, don't you trust me?" Was he annoyed? She felt afraid to be so openly challenging with them. After all he did look after everything for her. She felt foolish, and part of her didn't really want to hear the answer anyway. She had an instinct that it was better not to know.

"Nooo. I just thought maybe they'd close my bank account if all the money was transferred somewhere else." She was pouting a little as she said this, trying to make light of her comment. 

"Don't worry about it Kitty sow. If I let your account run dry and they close it, then it just means I don't think we need it any longer."

"Oh." Kitty didn't feel any more relieved but she knew better than to pursue it. She also felt struck in the stomach when he called her Kitty sow, and that was happening more frequently recently.

"This one transfers the car into my name. Since I do the driving now, then I should take responsibility for getting it serviced and insured. Would you not prefer that? Also if anything should happen to the car, then there won't be any repercussions on you will there?"

Kitty felt the buzz in her groin and she didn't like this confused state where she was perpetually persuaded by the logic of what he said, yet this did not make her feel any less uncomfortable with it.

"Whatever," and she lay back on the bed with her eyes closed. Her pumping had increased in ferocity as she tried to drown out the significance of what she had just done. Her cheeks burnt. It was gone. She didn't need to worry about it. It's not that she could use her car any more anyway. Carl drove her when she needed to go somewhere. All the uncertainty, all the doubt circled around like vultures in her mind. Was this right? She didn't need to care, to feel the disquiet of having to admit she was unable to stand up to him. She could escape back into the pleasures of listening to sow Lauren's cooing voice as she pumped at her clit. It was so sensitive now, and she felt her wetness cooling her inner thighs. She told herself, by way of reassurance that she looked forward to this time, the best part of her day, when she could just switch off, have everything provided for her, and just keep cumming as she listened to her lessons.

Carl poured her a glass of water. "Here take your water. It will be your collecting time in about 90 minutes." He handed her a tall glass which she drank, the rush of adrenaline jangling her senses, the deadweight of fluids collecting at the base of her belly – her produce. She pictured a cow's bloated udder swaying under its legs as it waddled across the field towards the milking pens. The pressure in her bladder pressed up against her hardness tingled and tormented her in her mockery. She lay back on the bed, tugging and pressed play. Lauren's words tumbled into her ears and swam among the images in her mind.

Once you have persuaded your trainer to correct you then the next step is important too. Still standing before your trainer, while he is seated in an appropriate chair, you slip your hands under your skirt and pull your panties down in front of him. The reason this is important is it signifies your compliance for your trainer to spank you, you freely and willingly submit to them. Pull them down slowly, and think of them watching as you do. If they tell you it is not necessary just ask them please to let you do this. The act is your act of submission, your act of acceptance and it is a vital part of the exercise that you both fully understand the significance of the moment. Don't pull your panties right down either. They need to be stretched between your thighs about mid-thigh. You are not undressing but creating a special significance to your preparation for correction. In time you will learn to be excited whenever you are standing in this position, your panties half way down your thighs, waiting for permission to mount. You will find yourself so wet standing there prepared and being left to wait. Your trainer should make you wait before giving you permission to mount so that you may experience dangling on the end of their words, having got yourself ready.

Once you have permission to mount you walk across to your trainer and lean over his lap. You push your head down towards the floor so that your rump rises across their knees and you keep your arms by your sides. This is the proper position for a sow to be trained. You should find your panties lie on their lap so that the whole of your rump is exposed ready for your correction. It is good now for your trainer to explain to you as they rub your ass smoothly and tenderly why you are to be spanked. Your trainer is using this to correct your behaviour. So initially this will be because you are to learn to submit to your betters as a sow, to learn the correct posture for a sow and to walk with the bearing of a sow. You respond to your trainer by accepting your need for correction, asking for further training and affirming your desire to learn.

With that your spanking commences. The trainer can decide when to stop rubbing and caressing your ass, and when to start punishing it, so that you will not know until the moment it happens. That first blow is so important as it knocks the old beliefs out of the sow, the shock and pain together drive a wedge through her brain splitting off the old truths and converting them into doubts and then memories until finally they become inconceivable rules that could never have applied to her. As you lie there accepting your punishment it is ok to shout, to moan or beg. Please make sure your trainer is aware that whatever you may say or implore of them, that it is your desire they take no notice and continue your correction until they see fit to stop. The ownership of your corrective training belongs to your trainer, the sow has no say at all. An important part of this lesson is to listen to the next part of this lesson during your punishment. So you will need to keep your earphones on. 

I wish to be a sow.

I wish to learn the ways of a sow.

I am suffering this correction willingly as I want to learn.

My trainer is more important than I am.

My trainer decides what I need to learn and how.

I am grateful to my trainer for the rawness I feel.

I love to embrace my punishment.

I need to embrace my punishment.

My punishment reminds me of my desire to be a sow.

My punishment is changing the way I think.

My punishment is moulding my behaviour.

Each time I lose a little of my former self.

Each time I am a step closer to becoming a sow.

I want people to see me as a sow.

I want people to treat me as a sow.

This is helping me to learn.

This is helping me to listen to my desires.

This is helping me to accept what I am and not pretend.

How did your punishment go? Is your bottom sore now? Isn't it a delicious feeling, the heat radiating from it, the inability to sit down without inflaming it further? Maybe you found it exciting, but if not don't worry. That is something you can work on now with your trainer. The very first and most important part of your training is to teach your body this is a natural thing and you should feel excited. Your trainer can work with you to find ways that help teach yourself this. Perhaps they can get you to rub your clitty as they spank you, or they may do that themselves and have you hold on to the chair so that you won't fall as the blows land. However you decide together the best way to train your body, this is your first goal.




Sow Primer Ch. 07



When your training has taught you this powerful lesson, you will realise the importance and the role of training in a sow's life. You will come to learn why every sow loves their training and how this builds a bond of trust and devotion between sow and trainer. This is a lesson to savour, as it will build the trust you need between you and your trainer, will bring you to an acceptance of your desires and give you great pleasure. When you have mastered the trick of becoming excited during your punishment then is the time to invite others like your friends, colleagues or family to come and witness your punishment. They will see the sow side of you that perhaps you have been hiding away for too long! This is a life changing moment, and even if you decide not to become a sow at the end of this primer, you will have already achieved a momentous and liberating milestone in letting others see this side of you. Your trainer can bring them in closer to see how your arousal grows during your punishment, so should they feel at all angry at this treatment of you, they will quickly see they are thinking about the former you and reappraise their perception of you.

Slowly they will come to treat you differently too. This may be because they have been disappointed in your choices, or because they respect them. It does not really matter what motivates them, the important thing is they will treat you the way you wish to be treated, as a common sow. This will fuel your excitement to even greater heights and through the training you will have made giant leaps towards your goal.

Once you have achieved this then to complete this lesson there is one more task to achieve. Ask your trainer to get you a small bowl to eat from and to feed you from your bowl on the floor. This is not how a sow usually eats, but is a good exercise as you will find this hard to do initially. So your corrective training will be rigorous and extended, but as you persevere you will come to see how effective it is. Then you will realise the significance of succumbing to your spanking sessions as they are an integral part of your development as a sow. All your attitudes and beliefs can be moulded by reinforced correction through a caring relationship with your trainer. It is not supposed to be sudden and quick, it is a slow methodical wearing down of old habits into adoption of new ones.

Kitty's cunt gushed in response to the image of her being trained to accept kneeling on the floor and eating from a bowl like a dog. The idea was so overwhelming in its eroticism. She pictured her name "Kitty Sow" picked out in silvery letters running round the side of the steel bowl, her hair tied back so it would not fall in her food; reduced to a mere animal in her home.

Suddenly Kitty heard a loud POP and she felt a strange new sensation between her legs. She couldn't make out what had happened, and she felt a little numb and also sensitive in a strange mix. She lifted the pump gingerly from above her sow cunt to examine what had happened. To her amazement she saw that her clitoris had burst out of its protective hood and lay all gooey and hard. She had suddenly grown a little girl penis! She was shocked and her stomach gripped her middle as she tentatively reached out a finger to touch it. It was so sensitive and as she gave it a little stroke some clear fluid leaked out from the end. There was a red mass of flesh with a distinctive penis head sticking out above her cunt. Suddenly she felt she was shaking, a mingling of fear and excitement as her head pounded with the thumping drumbeat of her heart. She could feel the palpable twitch of her flesh below her left breast as the blood pounded through her arteries.

Kitty stared while she rubbed her finger along the length of her new clit. It must be almost three quarters of an inch long. As she stroked it gently she felt quaking arousal spread up through it and echo deep inside her body. There was a resonating chime that responded from the depths of her cunny. She realised that she would be forever driven to arousal by her new clit being constantly inflamed by her hot pants. She shuddered as an orgasm swept through her with this realisation. To be constantly aroused and tortured blew her away and she would not be able to go about as before. What was she to do? She needed to show Carl. By now she was pulling with a gentle rhythm upon the gooey flesh.

She ran into the room to show Carl her hand buried between her thighs. Carl looked at her quizzically. She ran up to him, still shaking and looking uncertain. All of a sudden she wasn't sure what his reaction would be. Suppose he didn't like it?

"Something just happened," she said. She pulled her hands away without taking her eyes from his. He looked down and at first wondered what she meant. Then he saw her engorged red clit and with astonishment walked over towards her. He looked her in the face and gave her a reassuring smile while he reached down between her thighs. His finger and thumb squeezed hard around her clit and she crumpled in front of him. Her hips bucked and she came hard making a loud deep moaning sigh. Her udders swelled and were so hot. She felt her cunt soak itself, she felt completely at his mercy like a pet yearning for its master's attention. Carl's smile reassured her as he continued pumping the throbbing tip of her little sow penis between his finger and thumb. She was gushing fluid from its tip into his hand and her hips rocked pressing herself deeper and harder into his manipulating fingers as she continued to feel her orgasms accumulate and crash into each other. 

"This is going to change everything," he said. "How can you possibly go back to your old life now?" He gazed down upon her as she seemed to diminish, standing before him full of uncertainty, the rocking of her hips performed with an unthinking, mechanical rhythm that responded to her need for pleasure, her mind shattered by the powerful responses of her body. She stood there and humped his hand, sliding her penis between his fingers as his words drifted over her. She knew what he said must be right, she was consumed by the feelings welling up along her legs and the quivering in her cunt. She had become a sensual creature and her work, her former life with its plans and ambitions left a taste much like sawdust following summer rains. They faded, palled against the explosion of lust that gnawed within her belly.

"You have made an irrevocable step Kitty towards taking your place among the ranks of sows. There is no going back from here, no denying any longer the path you have been following. Your body is changing and it will always betray you now. I can see the need in your eyes, and as you come accustomed to this heightened level of arousal nothing else can possibly compete for your heart. Things are starting to move rapidly now."

He stared into her eyes and waited for her protests, but she was humping harder and he squeezed tighter his grip around her clit. She squealed and surrendered to him, her hands useless at her sides. Her eyes glazed over as he rolled her hardness between his fingers. Kitty felt herself falling, adrift in her barrel tipping over the thundering precipice of the waterfall churning inside her. There was no longer any fight left in her, this had now become everything that she wanted.



Sow Primer Ch. 08



She could not stop rubbing and pulling at her new little penis, and it was a downward spiral because she knew that she had forced her clitoris out from under its hood by excessive pulling and tugging at it. So continuing to pull, rub and pinch her engorged clit would only make matters even worse. She pictured it growing like Pinocchio's nose, a great snake hard and obscene sprouting from just over her sow cunt. The more obscene, the more non-human she imagined it becoming, the more her cunt with her little dick became soaked. She was a freak now, and she continued to rub and pull like a demented animal reinforcing the changes to her body, driving herself further and further from her professed objective of not allowing the sow thing to take over her life. 

It was obvious even to her that she no longer just allowed herself to be drawn into Carl's fantasy, playing along for the fun of it. Now she was actively reinforcing the transformation, consumed by her own desire to ruin herself and the more she thought of her ruin, the more she needed to reinforce it. She was out of control and she deserved all she got. She had been spanked by Carl several times now and everything sow Lauren had said was true. She had quickly grown to love being spanked by him, to feel the bond between sow and trainer, to feel the reassurance of his correction, to feel the release to know exactly what was expected of her and all her doubts beaten out from her sow ass. She loved the heat and pleasurable pain she felt afterwards, the way he had her pull on her sow cock as she lay draped over his legs. He always spanked her in the office, having her come to him every hour and a half and perform the ritual of begging for her correction, of lowering her eyes, of tugging at her tiny white panties from under her skirt until they hung stretched between her parted thighs. She caved in to him more and more, each step dragging her into greater dependence, eroding her. 

Kitty's day had gradually become increasingly dominated by ritual – the water intake, the corrective sessions and then the part of the day she craved the most – the delivery sessions, with her little pink sow potty, the collecting up and weighing of her produce. Nothing made her feel quite so inadequate a human being as sitting in the corner of Carl's office on top of her potty and feeling insane pride as her waters noisily clattered into the plastic receptacle beneath her. All the while Carl looked on from his important office desk. It had been a slow inexorable shift in her thinking that here in the corner, legs spread squirting her waters into the collecting bowl to have them offered up, weighed and catalogued was far more appropriate for her than sitting at her own office desk. She could still recall feeling pride at her office job, but that seemed so remote, a different person. Her mind told her it was a only few short weeks ago, but for her now it seemed a distant remote memory, a former life as intangible as the people passing in the street. It was quite beyond her to sit at a desk and concentrate on work.

In lucid moments Kitty was taunted by the veracity of sow Lauren's words. She was continually amazed by the way sow Lauren understood her and her needs better than she did herself. How was this possible? That someone she had never ever met could see through her pretenses and little by little open her eyes to her own latent desires. Yet the lucid moments were perpetually getting clouded by the overpowering sense of eroticism she continually felt at being treated as a sow. Her mind glazed with the desire and she floated in a delirium of need.

Kitty was not sleeping well at night. By the time Carl had put her to bed, she was so horny and her little sow cock peeking out constantly from its hood dripped and jerked between her legs, sending rippling messages of pleasure through her spine and ebbing down her legs. She could not help herself, she would lie there pulling on it and staring at the stained messed up hot pants Carl had hung up beyond the end of her bed. He was right, her body was no longer fit for wearing clothes, and after an evening spent being a sow and entirely naked, putting on the clothes Carl had left out for her in the morning felt really alien. Now she had her sow cock, pulling her white cotton panties over her hips always scraped the sensitive end and she instinctively shot a load into the fabric even before she settled it over her sow cunny. She no longer wore hot pants under her skirt which left her feeling very exposed and that too just seemed to inflame her. She traveled on the bus to work and felt out of place, like she no longer belonged in this society, she was inferior, she was a sow. These small subtle shifts accumulated and nudged her step by immeasurable step towards her new identity. She had been making mental adjustments, not consciously thinking about them or aware as they happened, they just came naturally. Yet looking back over these weeks she could see she no longer related to the ideas or personality of this person she had been. Even her old name Kate seemed alien to her, as if it had belonged to a different person. 

Work, well there really was no work. She couldn't understand why Carl insisted she keep going to the office as she never got anything done there. Her mind was constantly on pleasuring herself and following her little rituals. Nothing else seemed important or of the slightest interest to her any more. Her sow cock was constantly provoked by her underwear keeping her hot and gooey between her thighs. Her juices kept soaking into her underwear making her feel dirty, and this too made her long to slip out of her clothes: frequent trips to the bathroom when she couldn't prevent herself from moaning, met with impatient and disapproving stares from her colleagues. The clattering of her heels as she trotted off meant she could never slip away unnoticed. She would stare at the files spread across her desk, but she could not even read the words on them. She just hoped no one would notice that she was not getting any work done, and yet perversely she had never felt this good in her life before. Even one of her friends had said how radiant she looked and perhaps she was pregnant.

With these thoughts floating through her mind, her fingers were very active under her brief skirt. She could feel her orgasm building and they worked with mounting speed and agitation as her heart rate quickened. She felt the edge approaching, she could feel that familiar desire to leap over the edge, to rush towards it and feel herself flying, the hard ground holding her reality giving way, floating into oblivion. As she felt the gush from her slit, bucking her hips and concentrating to keep her moans as quiet as she could less any of her coworkers understood what she was doing, she felt a dampness spreading across her chest. She felt wetness spreading out, seeping from her body and coating her glistening flesh. 

Stunned, Kitty was unable to absorb what had just happened. A pulsing fear throbbed through her and fuelled the tingling painful excitement that jerked and spasmed within her body. She lost complete control as she continued to cum for several minutes, drifting in a fog of lust and fear, never wishing to let either of them go. Only once they had finally subsided did Kitty have the opportunity to investigate what had happened. She slipped her hand under her jacket and found her blouse sopping wet. She needed to reach the bathroom and explore more and try and clean up her blouse. Could she hide this? 

In the stall she took her blouse off and found that her bra was saturated as well. None of this made sense. She pulled at the roll of paper and dabbed her chest and as she did so she suddenly felt how tight her breasts felt. She took in a sharp breath, 'Oh my God! I just lactated!!' She rushed from the restroom to Carl's office. She needed his help.

"You are such a stupid little sow," Carl was not being harsh, it was simply a statement of fact. Kitty sat nervously upon the couch, her legs open and her hand rubbing furiously at her elongated clit. She couldn't stop playing with herself even now. In fact the more frightened she was and unbalanced by what had happened, the more she needed the reassurance of her fingers bringing her pleasure. She sat and worked at herself as she stared up at Carl, trying to distract herself from the mounting anxiety sweeping through her.

"You still don't get it, do you? I have been feeding you sow feed in your dinners for weeks now. I have been watching your tits slowly transform into milk bearing udders all this time; losing that edge in your intelligence, your mounting obsession with your breasts and your clit. Do you still say we shouldn't send you to the farm to get them fixed? Look at you now, you can't stop masturbating. Look how wet and sloppy your sow cunt becomes when I say that. I can see it is gushing at the prospect."

Kitty was rubbing herself furiously like a demented animal, her eyes wide, attentive, unmoving as she listened to his words. 'Oh God, had she been so stupid? Letting him take over so much, sitting docilely as he slipped her intelligence away with each delicious dinner he had prepared. It had never even occurred to her, or there again she didn't actually feel that surprised. Had she really understood what he had been doing but not letting herself acknowledge it? Was the knot forming in her stomach more to do with their open admission of a tacit agreement than the fact it was true? What could she do now?'

"I see it is finally sinking in. There is no going back Kitty. You cannot remain an employee of this company much longer. In fact I stopped paying you some time back, but then since I have closed all your bank accounts you wouldn't know that. The simple truth is you no longer have the capacity for it. By now you are already addicted to the feed, and if you do not feel already the need to have your udders treated in preparation for your milk production, then very soon now you will. The milk is going to build up inside them and you will need to release it, need the suction upon them to draw it out. And the more you bring yourself along for the milking, the more your body will adapt to the new rhythm, adjusting until your need for milking becomes overpowering. It is inevitable. You just have to accept the cravings of your body wants that's all there is to it."

As the words penetrated the fog of mounting arousal engulfing her, Kitty's fingers danced with urgency. She leaned back, grinding her pelvis against the chair frame, arching her back her naked sow cunt dribbling juices over the carpet, her clit jerking uncontrollably and she uttered a guttural groan as she came lewdly in front of Carl. All her fantasies were colliding in her head, her being forced into sowdom, her intelligence being diminished, learning she was being manipulated into a creature of her senses and being talked down to like the stupid little girl she was. It all was too heady a mix and her hips rocked with each mounting orgasm as they washed away the remnants of the old Katie. She was nothing now, not even human, a doll to be molded, a sow to be coaxed into her stall. The image of her narrow stall in what once was her flat, being confined there, the collar around her neck, the chain leading to the tether ring, listening to her master, her owner padding around the flat and waiting, waiting to be fucked, needing him to come and milk her. 

Kitty was rolling across the floor now. She was on fire as paroxysms of humiliation and joy leaked out of her. Carl laughed, "You don't need to answer, do you? The answer is obvious. You are going to have your udders fixed and you will feel just as you do now each time I come to milk you. Each time you will lean yourself forward, press your udders out over the pail and beg to have the tension in your chest subside, to hear your milk splash below you, to feel your clit jerk and squirt as you cum and know what you are, all that you will be from now on, focused intently upon your sow form and pleasuring it. Everything you once were has been taken away from you, and now this is to be your future. No other alternative is viable."

With that Carl turned and walked into the other room leaving Kitty squirming still on the floor, his words inflaming her and her welcome rush into her new future.

"Here! Come in here Kitty." She followed him still in a daze, her hand locked between her thighs, her unseeing eyes not taking anything in while she floated in a dream.

"Can I have your attention a moment." His voice boomed across the office. As the silence fluttered like a settling blanket, it dawned upon Kitty where she was. Her hips buckled and she bent over as if to hide her hand and her telltale gooey, messy horribly distended clit. Her stomach writhed in turmoil as her legs rooted, desperate to flee from the room.

"I have a brief announcement to make." Kitty stared up at Carl standing next to her in his dark office suit.

"Some weeks ago Kitty here made an important and valuable decision. She very bravely made the decision to become a sow." Kitty's eyes shot wide. She couldn't believe he had just told everyone their secret. She couldn't make him stop and now here she was humiliated and exposed in front of her work colleagues while she stood limply by. She felt more than ever insufficient, a commodity, to be brought to market, to be haggled over, to be traded. 

"I am sure, like me, you will want to congratulate Kitty on her decision. She has put aside her own ambitions for the greater good of society, and we are all in her debt. How many of us would have been as brave as she has in following her calling in this way?" There was at first a stunned silence, but at this people started to quietly clap and she heard voices murmuring "Well done Kitty."

"I bring this to your attention now as Kitty has just made an important and irrevocable step on her journey. She has just lactated for the first time, so her breasts have made the transition to sow udders. I am sure you are all as aware as I am of the significance of this moment. Once lactation has begun there is no stepping back. Not that this was ever a consideration for Kitty, but it is an important milestone in her journey."

He turned smiling at Kitty who actually started to feel peculiarly relieved. Instead of laughing at her, people were applauding her. She too felt an insane pride in what she had achieved. She felt her cheeks burn still, maybe from the embarrassment, the excitement or the success. Carl was clapping as he beamed at her, and everyone was joining in.

He turned back to the crowded room and added, "I am sure, like me, you will want to do everything you can to support Kitty in her decision. So please, from now on, Kitty would like to be treated as the sow she is about to become. It will take a little while longer to complete her registration, after which time she will officially be categorized as a sow. In the meantime, though, I am sure she can rely on your support in this matter."

There was nodding and smiles all around the room. Carl turned and walked back into his office and shut the door. His betrayal had been complete and now her colleagues advanced. Somehow it had been ok while Carl was standing there next to her, but now she was alone, having to face the crowd. She felt herself inwardly collapse. Everyone gathered around and as they talked and asked her questions, so their hands started to roam over her body. They were hesitant at first, the gentle brush of fingers against her flesh, the accidental press into her soft breasts. Quickly, however, their confidence grew and she soon found multiple hands slipping her skirt down her legs, the ticklish brush of fabric as it escaped her and her blouse tumbling down her arms. The questions continued and distracted her as their hands worked busily around her. There were gasps at her elongated clit and they started to laugh at her. Fingers pulled upon it and she squirted in response. She had no control and they were so amused that one after the other they took turns to pull upon it and exclaim in delight. 

Kitty found herself bundled over towards one of the desks and draped across it. Her rump was lifted and the signs of her recent spanking were clearly visible. This caused a new wave of interest as they took it in turns to ask her if she needed correction. How could she respond? She was a sow after all. The only help to her was her training, so as she had been taught, she begged for their correction. Her former colleagues needed no further encouragement, and surprisingly, Kitty found it easier. The more she relaxed into her training, the more aroused she became, and the better able she was to allow her colleagues to handle her. 

She found her face pressed up under the office skirts of women she had, until recently, thought of as her equals. Their musky smell saturated her nostrils and she worked hard with her tongue through their pantyhose as they bucked their hips over her face. They delighted in showing superiority over her. Her male colleagues fucked her and pulled upon her clit making it squirt as they came inside her. Was she ok with this? To be honest she never really considered this question. Carl had brought her there and left her there as their entertainment; after that the only question that had concerned her was how she would be able to cope as a sow in the situation. The answer had been to force her deeper into her training. She found it an invaluable ally, one that she could rely upon. The more she let go and followed her teachings, relied upon them unquestioningly, the easier things were, and the more enjoyment she extracted from her humiliation. In fact even in the hour or so of being used in the office, she had come to consider such treatment as perfectly natural.

Driving home that evening Carl was talking enthusiastically to her, explaining how she had demolished the last taboo. Everyone now, who knew her in whatever capacity, had come to regard her as a sow. What was there left to stand in the way of her ambition? She could concentrate on completing her training, the door was open, the way clear. Kitty didn't even for a moment fight against the ideas he instilled within her. She knew, right or wrong, better or worse, the decision had been taken from her. She could not fight it, she did not even know any more whether she wanted to fight it. It simply was how things were, and the more she went along with it, the greater the pleasure she felt. It was just so much easier. She had thought briefly whether she had been angry with Carl for letting her office colleagues use her like that. Actually, though, she had had a good time and now they knew she could make herself cum in the office without having to try and hide it, and that felt liberating.

Meanwhile Carl continued to talk. He was saying something about inviting someone special to come around that evening. "This guy is an expert who will be able to assess how well you are progressing. This is such a great opportunity to have such an expert come round to the house. You must be a good girl and be the best sow you can be while he is there. You understand?" Kitty sat silently, her active hand buried under her short skirt, her legs accommodating her hand in the narrow confines between her thighs. She stared rather vacantly ahead and Carl had to prompt he to take in what he said. She nodded her consent, but how much she took in he could not be sure.

Carl prepared Kitty for their guest. He washed her down in the bath tub after her ordeal at the office. Kitty just stood on her hands and knees while Carl worked on her body. His hands were upon her, rubbing and lathering her. His fingers squeezed and foamed with soap over her udders. He smoothed her flesh and circled his palms over her rump, cleaning and paying attention to each fold of her fleshy pink hide.




Sow Primer Ch. 08



Carl slipped a leather collar around her neck and clipped a metal lead to it. He led her over to the full length mirror so that she could see herself. Her body gleamed, there was a healthy sheen to it, and Kitty felt a glow inside from all his attention upon her. 

"Time for your water intake," he said. He poured out a tall glass of water and handed it to her. She felt docile, this ritual of his watering her, bloating her belly and taking care of her, her mind would drift off and she would think of herself more and more as his pet, more and more the object of attention and her former independent self, receded further towards the horizon. She took the glass and drank. It always took several swallows to down the whole glass, and she felt the coldness of the water collecting in her stomach. She felt it stretch, and her bladder vibrated in its desire to gush forth its echoing stream as she drank. She loved that feel of tension, she had grown so accustomed to it that she could not imagine living without it.

The man arrived and sat talking with Carl on the sofa in the sitting room as Kitty lay on the bed listening to the soft tones of sow Lauren's voice. She had had another tall glass of water and she was nearing her collection time. Carl called her in and introduced her as kittysow. Turning to her he told her to squat over the pail he had placed in the centre of the room. He said he wanted her to show this man how she has her produce collected. Kitty had never before had to perform her collection ritual in front of someone else. She squatted, but she found it hard to relax. Her muscles clenched tight.

"Come on kittysow. Show the man your golden stream, how much you can produce. Fill your pail for him."

Kitty looked up at Carl. She shook her head, more plaintively than defiantly. She did not want this, she felt ashamed and embarrassed.

"Come along kittysow. It's your party trick. You have done this so many times for me. Let him see what you can do."

She squatted over the bucket, her knees were spread and she presented this stranger a full view of her bald sow cunt. Her slit formed a very visible line leading round from the curve of her mound and disappeared between her fleshy thighs. Nothing was to be hidden from him, and yet to feel the release, to let flow the stream cascade down from it was a step beyond her. She felt the tightness inside, her need and her desire to release her flow. Carl was taking to the man.

"She has been prepared. I have been feeding her water and not letting her release it all afternoon. She must be very bloated now." The other man, the stranger, the one who knew nothing about her and yet knew everything that was significant about her too, just nodded in approval. Carl reached down between her spread thighs and gripping her mound, his fingers pressed firmly against her slit and his palm digging into the crown of her mons, he squeezed hard. The pressure on her bladder was too much and she felt the shot of fluid leak out dribbling over her trainers fingers.

"That's a good sow," he cooed. He removed his hand so that the stranger could see precisely how the water squirted out from her sow body. He licked at his fingers, tasting her piss. Yet Kitty found her muscles clamping tight. She couldn't do this. She was not being defiant, resisting, it was an instinctive reaction of her body. She wished she could do this, get it over and done with, that she could the sooner escape, but her body would not allow it, and that just prolonged her debasement, hovering over the bucket before the two men, a small pool of her piss already visible.

Carl still held on to her lead as she squatted between the men. The other, the stranger, spoke. "Wait I will fill this bottle with some water. This might help her." He got up and went into the kitchen. Carl ran his fingers through her hair and patted her head, but did not let her get up. In spite of the pressure she felt mounting inside, she felt the least desire to piss right now. The stranger returned with the bottle full of clear water. He passed it over to Carl and said, "pour this over the sow. It may help."

Carl poised the bottle before her udders. Kitty felt herself shrinking inside at the prospect of the touch of the coldwater. He tipped it and the first splash of cold hit her left udder, He let the water trickle slowly down over her. The rivulets of clear fluid spread across the globes of her udders, with their dark hard teats. She felt the water like fingers tickling at her sensitive flesh, and the water coated her nipples and dripped from their tips. She felt the water spread coolly over her belly and run inexorably collecting between her thighs and forming a river running over the bulging bladder and trickling noisily into the bucket between her legs. She was squatting there, and like it or not, she looked for all the world as though she were pissing constantly and vigorously into the bucket. 

The stranger crouched next to her and held on to her hand, lifting her arm away to her right. She stared into his intent face as he stared down between her thighs. She listened to the sound of water gurgling below her and slowly the icy coldness over her udders started to warm, but the sound of gushing water continued She continued to stare at this stranger, and felt the warmth spread in contrast between her lips. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she understood how her body had betrayed her. She started to relax, as there was nothing more she could do. She felt the relief as the tension pulsed internally at her clit. Her thighs spread wider as she let go of all restraint and she became aware of another tension that had been building in her body, across her shoulders. Letting go and doing as her trainer demanded of her also brought her a reward that relaxed her and something more seemed to be draining from her than just her collected waters.

The stranger reached forward and placed his hand amidst her stream. He cupped her in that narrow bridge and squeezed hard just as Carl had done before. Her waters cascaded over his fingers and squirted against the sides of the bucket. The sound of her waters rattling against the tin was all that broke the silence. He was rubbing his fingers along her slit now, dipping them between her lips and the urgency in her clit became too strong. She moaned and her flow pulsed out of her as her hips jogged. Carl slipped his hand around her left udder and kneaded it as the stranger continued to probe her and feel her warm liquid cascade over his hand. When her flow started to subside, Carl tilted her back so that she leaned against him and the bucket was moved out from between her legs. She heard it scrape on the ground and the slosh of her produce flicking against the sides as it was moved. She closed her eyes and felt her need to be taken. To her surprise she longed for this stranger to pry open those lips, to explore inside her, she wanted to be opened up by him. Her heart thudded as Carl continued to keep her off balance and the grip of his fingers on her udders made her sink into his embrace.

The stranger lifted aside her labia, and stroked her wet flesh. She quivered at his touch and raised herself to offer him her opening. He spread her wetness all around that opening, and slid his finger sloppily and noisily around her hard erect clit. She could feel her moistness seeping out, coating those lips as he watched intently. He placed a finger over her entrance and with his thumb flicked at her clitoris. She jerked suddenly in response and Carl brought his hand around her collar and pressed it into her neck. She felt its tightness and his grip so strong, her head flung back she felt entirely open.

"You are a good sow kittysow." With one hand under her udder and the other at her neck, he pulled her back against him. Her head was buried in his crotch and she felt his hardness through his clothes.

"Now slide yourself onto his finger. Fuck yourself for him and let him see how you have become a creature of your senses. All that matters to you is how it makes you feel."

She lifted herself slightly more and pushed forward. She felt his finger hard between her lips, and how smoothly and effortlessly she managed to slide herself on top of it. She was so excited now that she was panting and shifted her weight to feel him moving first deeper before extracting himself from inside her in an easy cycle. She could see that Carl was happy with her, and that was all that was important.



Sow Primer Ch. 09



Carl drove Kitty to the sow farm. He led her through to the veterinary clinic, Kitty trotting along behind him as he strode purposefully through the corridors looking for the reception area to register her for her surgery. Kitty just had a little robe over her nakedness, and she walked barefoot. She felt very nervous and excited at the same time, and she kept her hand between her thighs as she looked nervously about her. The continual stimulation seemed to reassure her. Carl took no notice and walked straight in leaving her to follow. She entered and found him talking to a nurse. As she enetered the room the nurse turned and looked at her and gave her a broad warm smile.

"Hello youuu! Do come along in and take a seat." She walked over and gave her a hand helping her into one of the waiting chairs. It was a hard plastic chair and Kitty sat on the edge looking around. She smiled a thin smile back at the nurse.

"There is nothing to be frightened of here. I am going to look after you. I know it can feel rather daunting thinking about the corrective surgery but it is so straight forward and you will have such a lot of pleasure during the procedure, I will make sure of that. And then when it is all done, you will be so happy with the result that you will look back on how you are feeling right now and wonder why you ever doubted!" She was smiling a reassuring smile and her arms were around the girl. Only once she could see signs of reassurance in Kitty's eyes did she move on. "I am going to go and get you a scrumptious big strawberry milkshake. Would you like that?" Kitty nodded and smiled. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

The nurse got up and left with a rustle of her uniform. She said to Carl she would be with him in a moment and he waited, standing there by the reception counter. He seemed impatient to get things under way and did not speak to Kitty. The nurse returned with a large glass of bright pink frothy milkshake and two large straws, striped pink and white.

"There you go," she beamed as she handed it to Kitty who sucked upon the straws, the rose liquid inside deepening their rose colour. Carl watched and chuckled, before turning to start talking paperwork with the nurse. Kitty's robe had slid open but her legs remained clamped around her hand that continued its work. Kitty was not aroused by the ministration of her clit, it gave her a warm reassuring glow inside, and there were interspersed small eruptions of pleasure like caresses. 

After a while, the nurse came over and took Kitty by the hand. "We are going to find you a nice bed now with a view out the window of the garden." Kitty was swept away and never said goodbye to Carl. A tingle of excitement drowned out for the moment her apprehension. The nurse was attentive and clucked around her chattering away and making everything seem so normal, so routine. The disquiet inside her was lulled and she smiled. 

"There you see! Tomorrow everything is going to be over before you even know it, and then..." she paused, her eyes bright with excitement, "we shall have such a lot of fun time together!" 

The following day Kitty was wheeled into the operating theatre. She was very nervous now, but a little spacey. They had given her some pink creamy drink in the morning that made her feel like she was floating. She understood what was happening around her, but like she was in a dream just there to watch. It was silly, she knew this was her in this dream yet somehow it didn't. She lay now on the table, completely naked before all these veterinary surgeons. She found being the only one naked in a room full of people was becoming normalised to her. She never questioned or felt anything unnatural about it. The surgeon was marking her chest and talking to one of his assistants while the nurse chatted away. Kitty wasn't following what she said, but let the words drift through her. The surgeon then reached down and flicked her clit, which brought Kitty back sharply into focus, a wave of arousal tingled through her. She had spent so much time working at her clit, but it never occurred to her that anyone else could see or be interested in it. The surgeon smiled.

"Time to connect the pump." Hands were fiddling between her legs, and Kitty was confused for a time. Why were they doing things down there, she wondered. But then she felt a small hard ring slip over her clit that was still jerking and throbbing from the hard clinical attention of the fingers working there. Then a machine started up and her clit was sucked into a confined space and then released, swollen and then relaxed, like her clit was breathing and with each intake of breath, it would feel tight and stretched and made her abdomen jerk. The doctor smiled at her rhythmic writhing on the table.

"Is that ok? Is it too much? Do you want us to reduce the pressure?"

Kitty rocked on the table and shook her head as she stared rather absently at him. He smiled back.

"I think perhaps just a little. All this rocking about how can we work on your udders?" He made a signal and the continued breathing reduced in intensity so that Kitty could lie still, her legs flexed open and back with each suck, but the pleasure reduced to a dulled lover that she repeatedly flexed and opened herself to. The natural position she adopted lifted slightly her chest and pressed down with her ass as her legs parted, and this opened her udders for the more serious attention of the surgeon. 

For hours Kitty breathed in and out at a rate regulated by the suction upon her clitoris, her mind was filled to overflowing with thoughts of her receptive body and the mingling pleasure and mini-orgasms that burst sporadically like champagne inside her. She understood what was happening in her chest, she could feel the warm hands of the doctors, the cold steel, but she felt none of that. Only in her mind did she comprehend what was happening, and this seemed to fuel her arousal more. She could feel them work, first on one udder, and then the other. The work was intricate, the heat of the spotlights beat upon them, she felt her teats being pulled and stretched and while it felt uncomfortable it didn't hurt. She told her unbelieving brain that she was being transformed into a sow, and even these words seemed to have been anaesthetised as she could no longer say whether they excited her or frightened her. Right now it was just a fact, like the doctors who were changing the shape, redirecting the flow, enhancing her milk secreting glands was a fact, as inconsequential as seeing a vase upon a table or fruit in a bowl. She marvelled at science in some abstract drift of thought, that it could make such mind-numbingly powerful changes to our perception, to our function and to regulate our whole well-being.

Finally the surgeon stepped back and let the nurses rush in to clean up and bandage her ravaged udders. He was talking to her, telling her how well she had done, that she had been a model sow: she had a wonderful pair of udders and he hoped she would produce copious streams of milk for years to come. He then left and Kitty was pawed by the nurses, disconnected from the sucking machine and wheeled back to her bed. All this attention made her feel very special, although her clit still throbbed with excitement and strained to find that hard ring of the machine in need of its continued attention.

Kitty lay in the bed, the sun streamed in through the window. She felt the ache in her chest. It was sore and had been for the past two days. The vets came and checked on her each day and the scaring was fading.

"As you are weaned off human food, the increased sow feed intake will cause these to expand and you should find your udders about two sizes larger than they are currently. This will not be a problem for you as we have created space for your glands to swell up and expand into within each udder. It is only when they are full of milk that you will feel any discomfort, but even then it won't really hurt. It will just feel like a need for release and you will look forward to your milking times." He was very kind, but all these discussions brought home to her the reality that she was now a sow. She had a sow body. She would not be going back to work for Mr Hansom that was sure. What did she feel about that? Surprisingly it did not bother her half as much as she had expected it to. She had imagined she could stand up to Carl, proved him wrong; yet she had underestimated her own latent desires. Carl had seen right through her. She was stupid, she deserved what she got. The sow pen clearly was the right place for her. 

At the same time she had learned to love her sow body. She loved her huge swollen red clit that looked like a mini-penis stretching hard straight out from her belly, crowning her sow cunt. She loved the feel of her swollen sensitive udders. As the soreness slowly receded she touched and fondled them, loving their stretched tautness. Her milking was still sporadic and painful, but it was getting easier. Carl brought her in CDs for her to listen to, to prepare her for her new life. How she had changed. She would have thrown them away a few months ago and wanted him to bring her in some work to pass the time. Now nothing seemed to hold her interest except things to do with the sow lifestyle. She listened to them over and over, attentively, hungry for instruction. They reassured and reinforced in her the belief that this was the right future for her.

Kitty's trainer Ricky turned up one day. It brought Kitty back to the fateful day, now seeming to be so long ago, when he had found her at that restaurant and this journey had begun.

"Carl and I have just arranged that once you get out of here, you will spend part of your time at the farm for your training. It is about time, don't you think, that you returned to the farm?"

Kitty would do anything for this man. He just had to show up and tell her what he wanted. He had had such a profound effect upon her. And now here he was, telling her that he would continue to be her trainer. Kitty felt the moistness seeping from her, her udders jangled as if they had been plugged into the power supply and her teats puckered. Kitty could not imagine anything she wanted more.

After leaving the clinic, Kitty found herself always conscious of the weight of her udders. They were very prominent and seemed somehow to take her over. Kitty noticed that the core of her being had shifted. The endless cycle of thoughts in her head, the doubts and the perpetual search for hidden meanings behind the actions of others had stilled. Her mind calm now faded into the background as she concerned herself more and more with her udders, feeling them, sensing the level of milk forming within them. Whenever she saw one of the milking machines at the farm her attention locked upon it; her need to feel the cold steel lips of the cups encircle her teats, the prostration forcing the desire upon her to sink to her knees and yield her milk sucking out every other intention and desire. She could feel her teats harden and stretch out in response straining towards the cups, regardless of whether it was her milking time. She would stand and watch, totally impassive, senseless, swamped by the potency of her sow meaning.

Kitty's life circled slowly round the endless cycle of her days, the highlight of which, when all the training and correction and the incessant pulling on her extended clit was done, centred upon the weight in her udders, the pressure of the milk and the tingling spilling orgasms as it gushed out of her out-stretched chest into the collecting jars. What need did she have of thought? The endless antagonism of colliding thoughts in her head had finally been stilled. She no longer need concern herself. She would be told what she needed to know and everything else blurred out of focus by her mounting obsession with being milked.

Kitty had never imagined that going to have her udders fixed could lead to such profound changes. She felt such a reverential submission to her new purpose.

One day Carl came and collected Kitty from the farm. She was spending more and more time there, and she felt more secure there and became a little nervous and on edge when she was taken out. Carl told her he was going to take her out for a trip into the country. They drove through the country lanes in silence. Kitty kept thinking how far they were now from the farm and how she would get back if he abandoned her here. It was such a stupid thought to have as she didn't really believe that Carl would abandon her, and yet she failed to reduce her anxiety which grew with each passing mile. She sat back in the car seat and rubbed at her clit to calm herself. Her skirt was short and pulled up and she worked the ball of her hand over and over in circles pressing into her panties as she looked nervously out the window.

"Why don't you pull those panties down a little so you can pull on it directly?" Carl was looking at her as he drove. He could see how nervous she seemed and her legs were akimbo with her high heels resting on their sides in the car well. Kitty lifted her rump and slipped her thin red cotton panties half way down her thighs and immediately started pulling feverishly at her little sow cock. Her eyes closed, and mouth opened as a little eruption shivered through inside her. Carl smiled, reassured she was ok. 

They arrived at a farm and Carl stopped the car. He opened the door on Kitty's side while she pulled her panty back up over her hips and scrambled out. They wandered around the farm, taking in the fresh air and the natural surroundings. Carl took Kitty's hand and led her into a stable building. There was an animal smell about the place and it was a little dank too. There were horses tied up in their stalls.

"Take your clothes off Kitty. You can leave them here on this bale of hay." Kitty's heart lurched and instantly her anxiety tumbled into excitement. It did not take her long and she stood entirely naked before Carl.

"Come over here." He led her towards one of the horses. She walked barefoot into the stall, the straw stinging at her feet. "Press yourself against the horse and feel its rough hide against your skin: animal to animal." She hesitated a moment, not sure where this was going. She would surely comply, but something within told her she was about to be taken to the next level. Was she comfortable about this? But then again, did it matter? She stood by the horse, she could feel the horse's tension, unsure what was happening.

"Rub your udders against the horse, feel its hide." She felt the animal so close, so intimate with her. It had a strange hypnotic power over her. Here she was naked in the stall, alongside the horse. It had no clothes, which she took for granted. Yet suddenly she saw herself as just another animal too. Naked and kept in a stall surrounded by straw.

"Smear yourself with the animal scent, become one with the animal my sweet sow." Carl's words fuelled her arousal. He helped her climb onto the back of the horse and she lay stretched over its back, feeling its roughness smother her. Her thighs spread around the coarse fur, she felt so exposed. Her clit buried along the hard spine of the animal, she started absent-mindedly gyrating her hips. Her clit rolled over the bones, springing over the ridge and making her feel filled with a sense of her animal nature. She stretched herself out and her hands hung down, stroking the neck of the horse and burying her face in its mane. 

Carl stood beside her, his hands slowly ascending her thigh. She felt his fingers making her skin tingle and as she squirmed, her flesh was tormented by the animal that shifted its weight underneath her. Carl's hand was on her back and he stroked her in the same way he would the horse. He whispered words of encouragement to her. Kitty melted into her role as just another animal in the stable. Carl told her to grip the mane and raise her rump like she was riding, and to stroke her clit along the back of the horse. She felt the horses back stroking along her clit and Carl's hand on her back stroking her and encouraging her, Kitty's orgasm grew. She felt it first like a hundred spikey fingers tickling at her labia and her throat opened and the feelings rousing inside her scratched at the back of her throat. It was impossible to breath and then her legs started to shake and the stopper in her throat broke and a guttural moan leaped from her mouth, her labia watered and she humped hard. 

The horse moved under her, and Kitty became disoriented, floating in a sea where only her senses inflamed her. She swayed along with the horse, her thighs squeezed tight around its flanks and she clung to it feeling its body pressed against hers. Her breasts hung against the neck and her face buried in the smell and hair of the horse. Her hips rocked and her extended clit scraped along its back, ripples of iridescent pleasure glowed within. Carl's hands continued sliding over her in their ticklish inflammation.

"You can feel it now can't you? You are at one out here in the farmyard with the livestock." Kitty continued rocking herself, her eyes glazed the thrill buzzing through her. Carl's hand was on her ass, he held the round globe as it bobbed up and down. The breath caught in her throat and came in little gasps synchronised with her pulse. She looked like a naked jockey, riding her stallion to the finishing post, but the heat in her loins stoked a furnace within.

"Come climb down now." Carl held out his hand and she stopped her race and slid down into his arms. He held her in a strong grip as if she might disintegrate were she not held tightly together. He stood her back on the rough strewn floor, her bare feet turning cold on the flagstones. She followed him over to the next stall where Carl pulled out a collar and lead and slipped it around her neck. He led her into the back of the stall where he lifted a large metal ring set into the wall. He tied the end of the lead around the ring and pressed Kitty down onto her hands and knees.

"There now you are tethered like the other animals here." Carl's words cemented the image in Kitty's mind and she felt a gush of wetness between her legs. What could she say after she had meekly followed him into the stall, and allowed him to tether her and all the while desperately wanting him inside her. She was an animal in heat, and she would allow him to do anything to her as long as it ended in him fucking her hard. He knelt down next to her, his face close to hers, but she didn't turn to look at him, she just continued to stare fixedly in front of her at the stable wall.

"You now have the attitude and demeanour of a sow, don't you? Your mind has been burnt away. All those thoughts you used to posses, all gone. Now you are a creature controlled by your lust. You would wait here in this stall with the other animals and not be bored, not think of what else you might be doing. For you it is enough to wait here and drift in thoughts of being a sow and waiting to be told what next to do. Now you are here I want you to piss for me, mark this territory as your own. You belong here in this stall, in this stable yard. This is for you home. Do it now."

He stood over her and waited. After all her training this was not a difficult task. She raised her ass and squeezed herself. The jet of hot fluid burst through her labia and she heard it splattering onto the cobbled floor. She had gone beyond feeling ashamed of him watching her piss. He had trained her so well, it now just seemed natural. He towered above her as she concentrated on squeezing her piss out and onto the floor. She was, as any other animal, marking her territory. The pungent, acrid smell of her piss filled her nostrils and it was strangely comforting to her. 

"You are a good sow already. Look at you nestled in your stall and pissing on the straw to mark this as your home."




Sow Primer Ch. 09



Carl waited until the stream had stopped and he patted her head. Kitty looked down at the floor. She didn't really know what she wanted any more. It was just so much easier to follow along with what he told her to do. 

Carl came round behind her and she heard his zip being pulled and the rustle of his clothing as it tumbled out of his way. He sank his cock into her sliding it in effortlessly as she was so wet with all her exertions. Even pissing before him aroused her. He thrust violently into her, slapping his balls against her calves. He went about it not as an act of love, but as a statement of possession, as she slipped away into being his sow. She loved his roughness. As he thrust into her he said,

"I am going to call a carpenter in to build you a stall in the sitting room, and fuck you like this every evening after work."

His thrusting was becoming more and more urgent until he groaned, unable to utter any further words. Kitty felt the hard coldness of the setting, she felt her vulnerable sowcunt forced wide by her owner's cock and thought about how she would be made available to whoever passed by once installed in her own stall. In her mind she pictured her rump sticking up, unable to turn around, unable to see who was using her; just there available to be fucked. Her thoughts suddenly evaporated as she felt the cock within her twitch and throb. Her own arousal suddenly leapt and she felt a responding gush of fluid soak over his cock as he shot stream upon stream of hot seed into her belly. A guttural gurgle welled up in her throat and the animal sound echoed from the walls of the stall. 

Carl was pounding her hard as he tried to drive his sperm into the deep recesses of her womb. Gradually his urgency subsided and Kitty oscillated from one peak to the next as his words and cum drowned her into submission. Carl sat on a wooden stool next to Kitty as she lay on the straw. He was catching his breath and composing what he needed to tell her.

"This is how it will be now. You are my pet and I will build you a stall where we shall keep a special basket for you to sleep in. There will be a ring set in the wall to tether you by just like you are now, so you become accustomed to viewing yourself as my pet. Once tethered I will come and groom you, installing a bondage horse for you to ride; you will rub your extended clit over the top of the horse as your legs are spread to either side, showing me how erect it is becoming and making yourself cum for me. Every day we will go through this ritual until it becomes your need to perform for me; until you come to beg me to watch, until the pleasure is no longer about you but your need for me to watch you.

For several weeks now you have been enlarging your clit, and now standing naked before the full length mirror of a morning you can see it has become permanently extended. It is already your most prominent feature, and singles you out from women. It defines you as a creature of pleasure. Who would resist reaching out with their fingers and pinching at this hard protrusion, pulling at it and watching you melt and jog your hips in response. You can no longer help yourself can you? You pump at your clit knowing you make it a more grotesque symbol of your submission, and it pleasures you to do so.

So from now you will be treated as the animal you have become. You will serve me and my guests as my pleasure pet. They will see you in your stall and you will derive pleasure from your humiliation."

Kitty was exhausted and unable to think. The pleasures had left her ship-wrecked and as a drowning woman she had no fight left to resist his penetrating words. Her mind no longer seemed to have the ability to think. If he told her this is how it would be, she just accepted his words. They stung somehow, but not to make her consider rebelling. Somewhere along the line she had forgotten how to. It would be so much easier if she could just know whether she did want this. But it was no use, she had no possibility to be reassured that way. So it was that she would just accept that's how it was going to be. 

Epilogue

The phone chirped in an intolerant, demanding clatter of music. Carl reached across and answered.

"Hey Carl, you old letch! How you doing?"

"Hi Debbie. Good to hear from you. No complaints my end. How are things with you?"

"Well I was getting to thinking you must be nearly done processing Kate. Isn't that right?"

"Yes just tying up loose ends. Her property sale is nearly through and I got a good price for her from the farm. They are always appreciative of the sows we train for them."

"They should, all that personal attention you give them during those training periods. You are really dedicated. Not without its rewards I imagine Carl?"

He picked up the inflection in her voice. The lingering resentment at the way he got to use the merchandise as part of their processing.

"Cheque will be in the post to you soon. You do pretty well for yourself out of each sow so I don't see you should have any complaints. With all those trips to the sow farm in the early phase, don't you ever think how nice it would be for you to go through the rest of the training? You're missing out."

There was a nervous laugh at the other end of the line. She forced it so that it would come across more ridiculing, but Carl picked up on her susceptibility.

"You know perfectly well that my visits to the sow farm are purely business, and the guys at the farm know that too and treat me with respect."

"Sure Debbie, but every so often you must look at those sows and feel a pang of envy."

A momentary pause at that. 

"Look Carl, if I were to end up on your factory line, you would need a new sow primer. Finding someone as good as me won't be so easy, you know."

Now Carl chuckled. "You're so right there Debbie. You got someone lined up for me then?"

Debbie's voice betrayed her relief at the change in topic. She spoke more confidently.

"Her name is Denise. We have been along to the farm four times now and she is hooked. She doesn't admit it to herself as yet, which makes her so perfectly ripe. I told her I know this guy who might be able to offer her a job and she is so gushingly grateful to me. If only these girls really understood what was going on they would run a mile."

"Fortunately for us, Debbie, they don't. Besides they get a lot of pleasure out of their conversion."

"As do you! How is Kate doing?"

"Well I don't think she gets beyond milk production and the pleasures of being fucked now."

"You got her to sign over everything?"

"Oh yes early on. I don't think she has the ability to sign her name any longer."

"But I bet she adores your cock though, while you fuck the brains out of her skull."

"OK point taken. I do love my job and the fringe benefits. Tell Denise that you have spoken to me and I have agreed to interview her next week for a position that has just become vacant in the company."

"You owe me Carl. I think I need to put up my fees."

"Happy to pay Debbie. You are the best sow primer in the business. Where do you get your knack for spotting such talent?"

"That's my secret, and the reason you don't want me on your sow production line."

The phone went dead. Carl's cock was raging hard as he had for so long fantasised about Debbie becoming his adoring sow. She had a great ass and he'd play over and over in his mind the idea of watching her slow conversion, knowing that she knew exactly what was happening to her. But he knew as a business man that he had to forgo that pleasure, she was far too valuable in her current role. His mind turned to Denise and the hopeful CV that he knew would land upon his desk in the next day or two.