8 comments/ 47039 views/ 10 favorites Sow Wedding By: InYourDreams This story is set in a world described in my story 'Milk Sow'. In this world women leave school to either become professional women or milk sows. Sometimes this boundary becomes blurred. * David stood in his dark suit. His shoes were very black and highly polished, his hair combed neatly, his shirt white with a pale blue tie peeking out between the lapels of his dark suit. He was nervous, it was a big day. He knew that Angie was going to be hot, so many feverish nights had passed unable to sleep, thinking of the changes that were being wrought in her in preparation for this day: for him. He was having a hard time trying to hide the fact his cock was bone hard in his pants. So many fantasies had reverberated in his head about this day, about their life together after this day, and now he was about to see her and the effect of the surgery done upon her at the farm. She would be brought back to him, having had her modifications done, ready to become his sow. He still could not believe her when she had said, so quietly, in such a matter of fact way that this was what she wanted. It was beyond his fantasies -- having his own sow -- and someone as beautiful and sexy as Angie. He knew he was beyond lucky. What had he ever done to deserve such servitude from her? Angie approached in a long white tulle veil held in place by a pure white band of silk flowers that ran through her auburn hair. She wore a satin body stocking of pure white with cream flowers interwoven to either side. The body reached up around her neck and covered her udders, now fully developed, and hanging heavily before her chest. The material swept round her huge globes and down over her belly, clinging to her, pinching her and holding her all around before sweeping down between her naked thighs. Down there, between her tanned thighs, so supple and smooth with their nakedness contrasting against the satin body; down there where her sowcunt, as she had been taught to think of it, was very visible pressed into the material, she could feel herself moist as she saw David standing in his suit, looking so masterful and handsome. He could have any girl, how lucky she had caught his eye. She hoped above all that he would approve of how they had turned out. Her time at the farm had not been long, and yet to her it seemed like a lifetime. She had changed so much. It had not taken her long to start lactating once she had been put on the sow feed. This meant she had to get used to having a regular milking cycle, and she became so excited as she felt her body start to ache with the weight of milk building inside her udders. Getting used to thinking of her breasts as udders was a lot harder, but she had managed it by whispering it to herself over and over until she could no longer think of using any other word to describe her big milk factories. The fact they were growing day on day also helped; looking less and less like her old puny breasts. She loved the sow feed. Everything that she had read about it being so addictively yummy was true. She couldn't exactly describe the taste of it, for it had the velvety softness of chocolate, but was not really very sweet. It was, however, amazing to eat and she sooo looked forward to feeding times at the farm. They told her that after the ceremony, when she was home with David, he would continue to feed her the sow feed, and that would keep her milk production up. In fact they had explained to her that she would need the feed, that she already did. If she didn't get her sow feed regularly she would get headaches and be unable to settle. David would have no choice but to keep up her feed times, and that the more she ate it, the less she would be able to taste other foods. Before long she would be weaned off the food she was used to eating and just live on the sow feed; that it had all the nutrients she needed, but would also drive changes in her body chemistry making her udders swell and her milk yield grow. Angie felt so excited when they explained this to her. The other thing she really loved at the farm was her milking times. The release of tension that had built up inside her and watching all her milk pour from her udders -- to think she had produced it all! It still truly amazed her and made her feel tingly especially in her groin. The surgery on her udders to make the milk pour from a single collecting orifice in each of her teats had been painful, but they had healed really quickly. She wondered what David would think, as this would be the first time he had seen her since she packed her overnight bag and headed off with the men from the sow farm for her final preparations before the big day. Angie had stayed at the farm for about a fortnight. They said it would take that long to get her udders prepared and her milk production under way. David had been so excited and fucked her like a mad thing when she told him she wanted to become his private sow. She had always fantasized, even from a little girl, about becoming the sow of the man she loved rather than his wife. She loved the idea of him taking over complete control of her life, of his regulating her cycles, of being kept as his pet and above all, his hands upon her udders, kneading and pressuring them, drawing out from her the milk she produced for him. She imagined having her own milk stall in their home where he'd take her and fix her up to a pump that would extract the milk from her udders. Oh God that made her so hot, she came when the men from the farm arrived to take her away. They didn't seem surprised at her wanting to be a sow. They had said, as they drove to the farm, that many women have this fantasy. The brave ones make lot into a reality and never regret it. Angie walked slowly toward David, and he turned and let out a gasp at the sight of her. He saw her swaying udders free under the white she felt consumed with love for him, giving herself so utterly to him. How complete was her offering of herself to him, and that heightened all her feelings on this day of days. Down between her udders was a strip of white netted cotton in a body that reached down and flared out around her hips and swept down between her thighs. The material pressed very tight against her sow cunt where two round poppers held it firmly in place. She could feel the tightness of the material with each step, her lips sliding first one way then the other with each step. She had admired her look in the mirror before setting out, noticing the way one of her lips hung lower than the other forming two rounded soft cushions that were destined to be pounded regularly by her handler. The words made her tingle as she stepped forward next to David and looked up into his eyes. David smiled at her and reached out and cupped one of her udders. She could see he was pleased with the result. She felt some moisture form at its tip in instinctive response to the feel of his fingers. Matt stood before the two of them like a presiding minister. Angie wore long white stockings and white high heel boots. "Angie and David we are here today to bring to conclusion the transformation of Angie, hitherto a female human and from this day forward to become the property of David Hardwick." He turned to Angie. "Do you Angie accept David to be your owner, to serve him with your body as his sow? To offer him your milk for collection and to accede to him in all things, accepting unconditionally his right to keep you in any manner he sees fit?" Angie did not hesitate. "I do." Matt smiled and David's hand slipped around her ass cheek and gave her a squeeze of appreciation. "Then repeat after me: I Angie Collar renounce here before these witnesses my human status and I do willingly embrace my future as a milk sow. I do this under no duress or coercion, devoting myself entirely to the serving of my owner." "I Angie Collar renounce here before these witnesses my human status and I do willingly embrace my future as a milk sow. I do this under no duress or coercion, devoting myself entirely to the serving of my owner." Matt continued: "From this day forward I will no longer be Angie Collar, contenting myself merely to being the property of David Hardwick. I declare before these witnesses that forthwith all who meet me, without exemption and without limit, are to treat me as such. I concede now, ahead of time, regardless of circumstance, that any protestation or plea from me henceforth is to be utterly disregarded, and that in all matters I will concede in all things to the wishes and desires of my owner." Angie repeated the words, the fluttering in her stomach growing with each phrase as her servitude was driven home unrelentingly. There would be no room for doubt, no leeway, no quarter given. It had been a long journey, yet there was no doubt in Angie's mind this is what she wanted. She thought though that this ceremony made you think. It wouldn't be possible to ever say once you had been through such a ceremony that you did not know precisely what was expected of you. There would be no way back. "You are doing really well Angie," Matt was saying soothingly to her. "I am impressed you do not hesitate in your responses, which shows that you have no doubts about the commitments you are making here today. We cannot proceed unless you are certain. Are you ready now to make your final declaration, knowing that once made, and in accordance with your own wishes, you will no longer be consulted and thereby make irrevocable your vows. Are you ready?" Angie did not hesitate a moment. She nodded her consent and shot a quick look at David. Would he be ready for this, she wondered. Matt took a deep breath before starting. "So now repeat again your final declaration. I Angie Collar, having been given every opportunity to reconsider, but having remained resolute in my intention to become the sow of David Hardwick, from this moment on relinquish all authority over my self to him. I wait here now in obedience to him whether he wishes to become my owner or no." Angie responded, her eyes fixed upon Matt, making sure she could say the words clearly and get them right; her last independent act. "I Angie Collar, having been given every opportunity to reconsider, but having remained resolute in my intention to become the sow of David Hardwick," her voice rose in strength as her resolve filled her, "from this moment on relinquish all authority over my self to him." Her heart thudded in her chest. She was so happy at this moment. David and Matt stood a while looking at her as she stood wrapped in the afterglow of her submission. She looked at them confused for a moment, what were they waiting for? She had been so intent on her submission that she had not realised she had one more piece to say. "I...I'm sorry. What was the last bit?" Angie felt foolish. All she had to do was repeat Matt's words. How could she have missed a bit? "I Angie wait here in obedience to David whether he wishes to become my owner or no." Matt prompted. Angie felt a lump form in her throat as she contemplated David not wanting to own her. Did she have to say this? Once these words left her lips she would have no choices left, she would have to accept David's decision, even if it humiliated her by his refusing to take ownership of her. It was a huge leap of faith, and suddenly she felt face to face with the totality of her submission. As she hesitated, David leant over and whispered, "I love you." He smiled reassuringly at her, and Angie understood why it was so important she make this step. She had to trust in her master, she was about to give him everything and she was being tested on how certain she was in their love for each other. She no longer doubted herself. The merest hint that David may doubt her resolve fired her on. "I Angie wait here in obedience to David whether he wishes to become my owner or no." she added, sealing her fate. "Good girl." Matt pulled out a silver rubber ball gag with two silver chains draped to either side. He positioned a small stool covered in red velvet before Angie. "Kneel here." This was a command from Matt. He was no longer guiding her through the ceremony, but was now directing her. As she sank to her knees before him, she instinctively kept her thighs apart as she had been trained. As a sow she had learned to make herself available to her owner, and that meant whenever she was kneeling before him she should always allow access for his hand to slide between her thighs, his fingers to rest within the folds of her sowcunt. Matt stood before her and slipped his fingers inside her mouth. Her lips were slack as he pulled at her lower lip drawing it down and sliding the ball gag into place. His fingers manipulated her mouth, pushing at the gag, settling it in behind her teeth, and making sure it was properly placed. Angie's eyes stared up at him, her arms limp by her sides, all the time he played with her mouth. Once he was satisfied it was comfortable, he stepped behind her and drew the silver chains tight, pulling them round her head and stretching her mouth wider. "This is to signify to all those here present, and in particular to you Angie, that by your own choice, you have deprived yourself of a voice. We can now proceed with the rest of the ceremony for which you are now only to be a witness. David come and stand round here in front of the offering so that she may look up at you and hear your words." "David you have listened as Angie has declared her wish to become your sow. She has acceded all authority to you. From this moment you own her, but before she can be legally bound to you, you must make your own vows regarding the upkeep of your property. Should you decide at any time during the declaration of your vows, that this puts too great a burden upon you, then you are free to decline Angie's submission. Is that clear?" "Yes, that is clear." David spoke with a clear voice, although the tension in it could not be entirely masked. "Is it your desire to make Angie sign the sow register and become your property?" David cleared his throat. "It is." "Then since this is your desire, we shall proceed in the full understanding that at any time you can refuse the offer and end the ceremony. Are you ready to proceed?" "I am ready to proceed." "David James Hardwick, do you swear before those here present to care for your sow, to keep her clean, fed and groomed at all times?" "I swear to care for my sow, and keep her clean, fed and groomed always." "Do you undertake to keep her in the manner of a sow, to provide her with the sow feed she needs regularly, and take responsibility for her regular milking cycle in the full knowledge that from now on she will become increasingly habituated and dependent upon you for her feed and being milked. That this undertaking is open ended and takes precedence over all other considerations. Do you accept this legal responsibility for the daily upkeep of your property?" "I do so swear." "Then repeat after me. I David Hardwick do accept the legal guardianship of this sow. I understand this means I will be obliged to provide her daily sow feed and arrange for her to be milked. It is my responsibility to establish and maintain a regular milking cycle for my sow." "I David Hardwick do accept the legal guardianship of this sow. I understand this means I will be obliged to provide her daily sow feed and arrange for her to be milked. It is my responsibility to establish and maintain a regular milking cycle for my sow." "Do you promise before these witnesses to provide regular training and discipline of your sow; to do so in accordance with legal restrictions upon permitted levels of discipline and ensuring that even in the hands of others no lasting harm comes to your sow?" The words 'lasting harm' hung tangibly in the air. Angie made a muffled noise. David turned surprised. Matt watched him like a hawk. After a few moments hesitation, David said, "I don't intend to hurt her." "David. It is part of your responsibility to your sow to be a source of authority. She will expect it of you. She has been conditioned to as part of her training. Angie is going to look to you for guidance, who else can guide her in the acceptable ways for a sow to behave?" David's eyes softened as he took on board what Matt was saying. "Oh well.... I don't know. I mean, I guess I suppose. I hadn't really thought about it..." "Do this for Angie," Matt continued. "She has been accustomed to being treated as a human. She will not find it easy adopting the ways of a sow. She will need your correction, your discipline, as guidance to help her through this transition. She needs you to be firm, consistent and unswerving. Your discipline is her means of learning her new role in life." David was nodding. "Yes I see. I just hadn't thought it through. Poor Angie. Then of course, I promise to discipline her and provide her the guidance she will need in adopting the ways of a sow." "This is not something to be taken on lightly, David. It is essential that you can carry out your responsibilities to your sow in a detached and not a complicit way. It is not enough to meat out your discipline in some kind of ritualistic game you both consent to. You are being asked to provide discipline when it is not ok with your sow, and indeed especially then for that is when your sow will need you to guide her." "Yes I understand. My discipline must be consistent and designed to train my sow into the lifestyle and behaviour expected of a sow." "Nicely put," said Matt smiling. Angie felt a tingling in her bud and she rocked ever so slightly forward making her thighs spread a fraction wider. "Do you also undertake to allow regular and unplanned access by the inspectors to check upon your sow to ensure it is being properly cared for?" "Yes I will allow regular and unplanned access by the inspectors." "Well done David. These are solemn undertakings you are agreeing to, and you have listened, acknowledged and accepted them. These witnesses and I have heard you accept all the undertakings that are required of the owner of a sow. You have shown yourself willing to comply with the law. You realise that should you fail to adhere to any of the conditions you have agreed to here before these witnesses, then your sow will be taken from you and cared for in a sow farm. You will have forfeited your right, not only to keep your sow here today, but the right to keep any sow at any time." "I understand the penalties of the law should I fail to adhere to the promises I have made today before these witnesses." "Then I am happy to allow the ceremony to proceed. You may talk directly to your sow." David turned to Angie who still knelt looking up at him. She could feel the dampness that had spread across her inner thighs as she listened to her owner accept her as his property. "Follow me." It was a command. The last time he would ever speak to her, or anyone would speak to her, as an equal had passed, vanished. Angie felt her inner prostration at the power in David's voice. She rose and followed him a few respectful paces behind as he walked over to the table where Matt stood with the paperwork. Matt placed a form all completed before her and David held out a pen. "Sign this." There was to be no explanation, what this form meant, what she was to sign away, nothing of that mattered. All she needed to know was her owner, her master, wanted her to sign it. She was not expected to consider whether she agreed or not, or to even wonder what was in the document, she was there to do their will. It mattered only that David told her to. Lying on the table before her was the sow register, and she was being told to sign it. Signing this form would remove from her all rights as a human. Upon applying her signature she would legally become a sow: a commodity to be bought and sold at market. After this she would start to forget how to write her signature, as from this moment on she would never again be asked for it. Her signature would be meaningless. What on earth use would the signature of a sow be? Angie's excitement had been mounting all through the vows, and now confronted by this form she felt an overwhelming desire to answer the urgent call emanating from the heat between her thighs. Her hand slipped down and she pinched at the hard button through the thin fabric pressed tight against it. She felt the buzzing become more intense as waves of pleasure cascaded out across her belly. She moaned and gasped as her fingers worked more urgently. She could not stop herself, like she had an unstoppable need to ingratiate herself before these men, to underline her inability to act as their equal. David and Matt both smiled at her. Sow Wedding "She is responding to her training," said Matt full of pride. "You can see even now that the old Angie is being supplanted." David nodded, he understood at last the rigour and totality of the changes she had embraced. Angie felt the intensity of her expansive orgasm thinking of Matt watching her with pride. She felt the heat in her cheeks at her display and the contradictory feelings unsettled her. Soon she would cease to feel any embarrassment about her overt sexuality in public, no longer consider unnatural the differences between her behaviour and those she once considered as equals. In her mind she would no longer see any connection between herself and them. Angie leant forward and placed the tip of the pen upon the page, directly resting upon the long line of tiny black dots that awaited her name to underline. She considered for one final moment. Matt was right, she thought like a sow already. The loss of her rights meant nothing to her when set against David becoming her owner, being trained and milked by him. Without more ado, she signed her name. David inspected her signature and signed along the line accepting ownership and Matt signed as witness to both signatures. David turned towards Angie and smiled at her encouragingly. "You are my sow. From now on you will only respond only to the name sowangy, the name I give you." David and Matt proceeded to sign several other documents completing his ownership of her, while sowangy just stood by and watched. Dribble was running from the corners of her mouth and she kept mopping it with the back of her hand. "Leave it, sowangy, let your dribble run. You are my sow now, and it becomes you to dribble. I can see your other sow mouth down there has been leaking too. All this has made you excited hasn't it. You are to learn to accept your bodily responses, and not hide them. Things that may have bothered you in the past now will be accepted; what others think of you matters nothing, they will see you as a sow: that you can't help yourself. You have so much to unlearn." Sowangy nodded and bowed her head. Already she had made a mistake. She had only been his sow for a few moments. But David smiled and slipped a thin silver collar around her neck. He had a chain attached and led her back from the table with the paperwork. He pulled on the chain to get her to lower herself and she ended on hands and knees before the witnesses. "That's a good sow." David's hands were on her ass, stroking her. He lifted a large metal ring that was sunk into the floor, and tied her leash around it. Her neck was now tied to the floor. David rose and went round the back and reached up between her thighs. All her secretions had made the thin material of her body stocking all saturated and twisted into a thin knotted band running along her crack. David tried to release the poppers and free her sowcunt, but he struggled for several minutes as everyone crowded round. Sowangy stared at the floor feeling the thrill at her owners touch between her thighs. She could feel the tightness of the material biting into her and waited for that release of tension that would signal her availability to her master. David's fingers soon became slippery and getting purchase to open up his sow was proving difficult. His fingers slid again and again across the entrance to her sowcunt and the bud of her ass, as his sow waited, tethered to the floor awaiting consumation. She loved the sensations and the waves of anticipation as he struggled. Suddenly with a burst, part tearing the material, the poppers yielded and the tension was suddenly released. David stood and pulled open his trousers. His cock sprang out, stiff and swayed out horizontally before him, an arrow directed towards the wet sowcunt waiting inches before it. Matt called the witnesses to gather round as David sank his cock into his sow. Sowangy groaned into her ball gag and she felt the pull at her neck as she was rocked forward by the rapid humping of her master. She heard the slap of his balls against the back of her thighs and the heat in her groin blazed. Matt gathered the witnesses around the sow and encouraged them to stroke her, running their hands along her flanks, squeezing at her flesh. The fires flaming inside the sow were stoked higher by each set of probing fingers kneading her flesh. She groaned louder and her body writhed and squirmed in response as David's heady thrusting increased in urgency. Matt reached down under her and placed two collecting pots on the ground below her chest. Sowangy lifted her head as far as she could, straining against her bonds that tethered her to the floor, thrusting out her udders towards the pails, and orgasmed. She understood that she was about to be milked publicly for the first time, and that her friends were about to see her performing the duties of a sow. They would see her milk squirting out from her modified udders, and having been conditioned to cum upon being milked, the combination took her over the tipping point. All she could feel was the urgency of David's beating at her behind and the poking, pinching coercing fingers all along her body. Matt was whispering in her ear. "You have done so well today, sowangy. It has been a privilege to witness you fulfilling your dream, see the courage you have shown and freeing yourself. I love watching you cum, becoming a creature of your senses." He started to squeeze at her udders, and slowly build up the pressure inside her chest as only he knew how to. "Now we are going to show your friends how your body has learned to produce your milk. Let them see how much milk you can now produce from those udders. Just relax, leave your body to respond, concentrate on all those pleasurable sensations sweeping across you. Don't force it, there's no need for you to do anything. You know that as the stream starts you are going to cum again. You can feel it about to burst already. Remember the sound as your milk hits the tin of the pots below you, and how you came as you heard it. You are excited with all these witnesses watching you: no longer the Angie Collar they once knew, but sowangy the milk maker performing for them. Feed them and let them drink of your milk." Sowangy felt the pressure from her milk slowly collecting inside her udders. How quickly she had become accustomed to that feel and the sense of pride mingled with the erotic. She had not been producing milk for more than a few days, so although she had not been milked that morning, the pressure was still slight. Yet now under the attention of Matt's professional hands, her udders were responding immediately. The rhythm of the hands groping her flesh, all over, the pounding of David's urgency behind her, rocking her whole frame, binding her to her owner, and Matt's insistent pulling and kneading on her udders made sowangy cum once more and she screamed as loud as she could through her gag: the kneading, the pounding, the squeezing and the continual pressure building up inside drove her ricocheting off pinnacle upon pinnacle of pleasure. Each orgasm seemed to have less and less impact upon her level of arousal that seemed out of control. She felt constantly stimulated, a continuous stream of orgasms competing for attention within. Finally she heard her cue, the hiss of warm milk forcing through the narrow openings of her teats, the clatter of the hot fluid hitting the metal base of the pails, and the feeling of release associated with cumming made her jolt and buck frantically. Her neck pulled taut against the bondage of her leash, otherwise she probably would have jumped across the room. Yet she felt no pain, no shock. She was totally lost in her erupting sensations that seared her sow body like a forest fire churning up her insides. Matt held her firmly, trying to keep her above the collecting pots as milk splashed across the floor. "Good sow, good sow. You're doing just fine. What a lovely twin jet of milk you are producing. Feel your sowness, embrace it, the excitement, the orgasm; here is your sense of purpose, the meaning to your existence." It was so true. Everything Matt said made sense to her and as she felt herself climax one more time, the pawing hands encouraging her she suddenly realised that David was shooting his hot gooey cum deep inside her sowcunt. She was so happy that they had managed to cum at precisely the same moment. The milk gushed in waves, one following the other splashing into the pools collecting Davideath her. Her body stopped rocking as she felt David's fingernails dig deep into the flesh around her hips and he pulled her back onto his cock with all his might. In that moment, no matter how often she had felt it before, this redefined for her the extent to which she belonged to him. She felt his seed pooling inside her womb as her milk pooled inside the buckets and she loved him -- utterly and totally. She had never felt such a painful level of happiness before and she was addicted to it in one taste. As the waves subsided, she felt David's cock go limp and slip from her sowcunt. She felt him leave her and she was satisfied her body could arose such passion in him. All gathered around her and watched as her milk continued to fill the collecting pots. Then in time even that flow slowed to a trickle and then ceased. Sowangy felt drained of energy as well as milk. She lay on the floor and was unaware of Matt untying her leash. He whispered to her again and then helped her stand and then finally, removed her gag. She had to stretch her mouth wide and docilely accept Matt's fingers inside her mouth to ease the ball past her teeth. Everything was so wet and more drool trickled over her chin and pooling into a damp stain on her white satin that had been collected up between her udders, as finally the ball popped free. It was only after the release of the tension that her mouth started to ache from its extended period of stretching. It was as if her mouth had gone numb during the ceremony, and only now as it could restore itself to a more natural shape did her muscles start to complain for their ordeal. Matt poured some of sowangy's milk into a tall glass which he gave to her. "Now offer this to your owner." She took the glass and took a couple of tentative steps towards David the glass held up in front of her. He took the glass from her and then drank a large gulp of her milk, still warm from her body. Matt turned to the witnesses gathered around, "David and sowangy have now drunk from each other symbolizing to all here present their union. Let us now gather round and share with David his success by drinking from his sow's milk. Come collect the milk and let us all drink to their future." They all drank from sowangy's milk and she stood before her master as he looked down upon her smiling. His hand held her arm and he pulled her too him. While everyone was drinking her sow milk he held both arms tight in the grips of his fingers and kissed her full on the mouth. His tongue sliding into her and swirling around her own. She felt his desire and melted under him. They kissed for a long time and slowly realised the cheering around them from the witnesses, who having drunk freely of the sow milk were watching and cheering the couple. "The next part of today's ceremony is the preparation for the application of the sow mark. This will identify sowangy as the sow that she now has become and will enable her to be tracked by the authorities who have a duty of care to ensure she is being looked after appropriately. Before this I need to spend some time alone with the two of you to talk about sowangy's training." Matt, David and his sow wandered into another room leaving the witnesses to drink from the milk provided and celebrate amongst themselves. There was a lot of talk about how Angie could have done such a thing. For them it seemed incomprehensible that anyone should willingly surrender themselves of all their independence. Matt sat in a comfortable armchair and David sat opposite him. There was a large cushion on the floor beside David's chair and sowangy was invited to seat herself upon it. She looked up at Matt and felt David's nearness. She clasped an arm around his leg and he patted her on the head as he waited for Matt to begin. "Sowangy, you have today given yourself to David. You have agreed to be his sow. You have made a beautiful gift of yourself to him and he has accepted that gift and all that entails in terms of the responsibilities he has taken upon himself. But more than that has been agreed today hasn't it?" He watched the sow closely, his head cocked a little to the side in encouragement. She did not look at him but squeezed David's leg. "You have agreed much more. What have you agreed?" He was coaxing her along, and she didn't want to answer. David seemed mystified. What did Matt mean? "Yes," she said. It was such a small whisper. "That's right. And what is it you have agreed to?" "To wear the sow mark." Her voice seemed so small. Yet the room was so quiet. Why couldn't there be some noise, some distraction that her words could slip out unnoticed. "That's right. You have agreed to wear the sow mark. And what does that signify?" "That I am a sow." "Yes and the important part of that response is 'a' sow. Not David's sow. I know David wants to keep you, but even if he didn't that would not change your status, now would it?" "I don't want to be a sow. I only want to be David's sow." "But we all know that what you want no longer matters. Isn't that right?" The inexorable logic backed her more and more into a corner. "But I want to keep her?" interjected David. He didn't like this either. Matt turned to him. "I know you do, David. We are not questioning your resolve here, only the sow's. She will shortly wear the mark of a common sow. She will remain a common sow even if you decide you no longer want her. She will remain a common sow even if you marry a female human. She will belong to your wife too. She will become her property. You see David. She is not yet ready for her role. She has to go beyond being a gift to you and be made into simply a gift. Whether you choose to offer her or not makes no difference. This is who she is to become. She has to be prepared, trained and to accept the full extent of what she has agreed to today. "This is your task David. It doesn't matter whether you want this, it doesn't matter whether your sow says she really doesn't want this, you are both now locked into it. If you do not train her, if you do not force out of her, her former identity completely and irrevocably, to make her into the sow she has agreed to become, then you will lose her. She will be taken from you and she will be trained at a sow farm. This is your duty of care to her, to make her understand her place, make her fully and unconditionally embrace what is to be from now on her sole purpose: to be a common sow. If you do not eradicate in her all thoughts, all expectations of rights to your affections; if you fail to impress upon her consistently and repeatedly that she is now just property, overcoming all her resistance, all denial then you will not be caring for her. If you allow her to cling to any misguided belief that she may revoke her vows should circumstances change, then you are colluding with her. For this is now her reality: she has no rights, she may not refuse anything or anyone, she can not undo what has been here done. She is property, and to pretend otherwise does her a grave disservice. The inspectors will be looking for evidence that she has come to terms with her reality and accepts it." David looked crushed. Did he really have to stamp the humanity out of her? Yet if he did not do so, he would lose her. That was not an option. He could not imagine life without her. If this is what it took to hold on to her, then it would be a lot harder than he had imagined, but even so he would not let her go. He turned to look at Angie settled Davideath him on her cushion. She was looking back up at him, uncertainty in her eyes. "You are wondering whether this is what she wanted, aren't you David?" David turned and looked up at Matt. "Yes." "You have not yet understood either. You are her owner, so it is only your decisions that matter. It no longer matters whether this is what she intended; whether she is willing to undergo these changes. She will become a common sow in every sense, to the deepest level of her being; this much is certain. All other identities will be eradicated from her, concepts such as having rights will cease to have meaning and will only serve to confuse her. The very notion will become to her alien. So absolute is her transformation to be. And so it must be. Can you imagine if she were to be made to perform duties that the old Angie could never accept, how damaging that would be to her? She has undertaken to travel this path, maybe without knowing where it would lead her, and she has done that to be with you. She needs you to become her master, to do this for her, to keep her and not let her go, no matter what the cost. She looks to you for guidance, to make her safe. You have a duty to respond to her and turn her into this object. Otherwise someone else will make her and she will undergo these changes for nothing. She will have lost you." Sowangy sat at their feet listening, a trap door seemed to open in her stomach and she felt her insides in free fall. Was this really what she had wanted? She felt scared and yet mingled in her fear was a tingling arousal spreading across her abdomen. How could she possibly feel excited at the thought of being forced into becoming an object: something to be owned, traded, swapped for favours. No say. No rights, not even to understand what the word meant. Oh God the buzzing arousal was amplifying as each word hammered home inside her head. She was only glad she was not called upon to say anything, just to listen to the men decide her fate between them: listening, awaiting instruction from them, her superiors. "Yes I understand now. I don't want to lose her." He turned and looked at his sow. "I am sorry, I don't think I had realised just what my responsibility was. I will not let you down. I am going to train you to go beyond offering yourself to me as a gift. I can see now why you will often need to be disciplined to accept all this, to overcome all those things you believe to be true about yourself and replace them with new beliefs that will assimilate your new identity. "I accept my role as your master, to wear down your resistance, recognising it as the vestiges of your past life. I understand I am to reiterate to you repeatedly and exhaustively until you adopt unthinkingly and naturally the ways of a common sow. Through my discipline you will forget completely you were ever anything other than a sow." She listened to David's little speech, and fell in love with the idea of his disciplining her and transforming her from human into a common sow. At last, this was the culmination of her fantasy, to have all respect beaten out of her, forced into accepting her diminished status. To be treated as no more than a pet before others: especially those who once held respect for her; that they may watch her submit willingly to his treatment losing her old self, until they too would treat her as a worthless milk sow. But what was making her sowcunt ooze in anticipation was that there was to be no possibility of reprieve, that her lover was to be her prison guard, unceremoniously ignoring her pleas -- that it would be he who would discipline her the harder until her resistance was broken; until she accepted her place. Matt spoke to sowangy, "And this is how it is to be. Whenever you see your mark, the mark we are about to place upon you, the mark that can never be removed that is to form an integrated, indivisible part of you. When you see your sow mark, you will remember these words David has just spoken. They will remind you constantly that you are his property that he can trade you at the market after which you will be someone else's property. This mark means you are property. For you to be without an owner is as impossible as someone to live without breathing. Sow Wedding "You will be reminded that David is transforming you, inching you forward step by little step on this road until the point where you will no longer think of yourself as anything other than property. And that it was your love for him that set you upon this road and his love for you that will ensure you reach the end. Your lover is to rob you of your independence, weaken you, make you listen to him, learn from his discipline, change for him. Your fear of losing him will bind you to him, undermine you, make you dependent upon him, look to him as your master, your mentor, his will of supreme importance overriding your own. You will become accustomed to his ownership of you until being alone, making your own decisions, having your own life, would become for you unthinkable, terrifying. As the terror of that prospect grows it will motivate you, make you more receptive to learn your lessons, to accept your punishment, to long for it that you may know he still cares about you. All the while fearful that the inspectors will take you from him, and you will be lost. So you strive to make yourself the perfect sow for him." Sowangy nodded mutely. She already felt terrified at the thought she might lose him. Matt stood and led the way back into the other room. A cheer went up from those witnesses at the sight of David and his sow. Matt walked over to the registration table and David leading his sow followed behind. "Are you ready now to witness the final act in this ceremony?" A cheer went up and as the noise bounced around the room, David helped his sow to scramble up onto the table. Spotlights shone brightly down illuminating the sow as she rested upon hands and knees. It just seemed to come naturally; she didn't need to be told. "David has designed a special stamp for you to wear. It consists of your registration number on the form you signed just now. That is required by law, but around this David has written that you freely surrendered your human status to be his obedient sow. So in time, even though it will seem inconceivable to you that you were ever a human, others will understand what has been done to you. This will add pleasure for them and will promote respect for your master. Your story is about to be written indelibly upon your hip, and you will be incapable now of preventing your past, your degradation from being revealed. Just as a sow has no choices any more, so too it has no secrets." David held on to her forearms, pinning them down onto the table top. She looked straight into his eyes, his face just in front of her own. Her rump was up in the air and Matt was cleaning an area on the curve of her ass, out towards the ridge of her hip. She did not care whether this is what she wanted, or whether she was scared. All she could think of in this moment is that she was David's. She tried to convey through her eyes to him how happy she was that he had accepted her submission. She tried not to listen to the mechanical noises behind her as Matt prepared the dye. She focused all her attention upon David, her master. Matt's words had both terrified and aroused her, and she desperately wanted David to fuck her again, here in public before these witnesses. "This stamp will apply the whole of your sow mark in one action. You will feel lots of little pin pricks over this area, as the needles press a few millimeters into your skin. They will deposit the dye below the top layers of your skin so that it cannot be rubbed off. Soon the dye will start to bond with your own DNA and once this happens, the mark will never fade but be regenerated by your body along with the cells of your own skin. This process is irreversible." Sowangy tried to squeeze the words out of her head. She didn't want to think about irreversible. She wanted only to think of offering herself to David and pleasing him by being a good sow for him. Why couldn't he just get on with it? She didn't want to think about the future, she just needed him now. "You will be my sow forever," David said, bombarding her with more words, front and back. "Are you happy?" "I want you." She said, her body shaking slightly. With these words the needles descended upon her ass, and she felt them locking into her flesh. It was as if she sat on a pin cushion, and she thought of the ink seeping into her skin, indelibly combining with her DNA, her body and her story fusing into one. Too overwhelmed to think, she no longer wanted to care whether this was what she wanted. She told herself, it didn't matter. All she could cope with right know was that David loved her, and she clung to that like flotsam after a shipwreck. She knew he loved her, which made her heart pound. My sowcunt oozes with desire for my master's cock. "You belong to me. You are my property now." David was smiling at her and leant forward and kissed her, his tongue sliding past her lips, lips that he could now order to part for him, or force wide should he wish. Finally all her doubts and all the voices in her head subsided. She knew she had to stop trying to work it out for herself, cease clinging to her old life. He was her master, she just had to accept his wishes and let go of everything else -- she was where she belonged.