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!