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.