“ What was I doing, again ?"

I'd just come out of our home office. I'd gone in there to do. .. something ? But what ?

Mike, my husband, was on our couch, reading."Huh ?"

"Why did I go into our office ? I can't remember."

He sat up."Oh. Right. Yeah, to tell me whether the computer programme on my laptop was done installing."

"Right. Sorry."

I went back into our office. I was irked. Today was supposed to be about us. We'd been fighting so a good deal lately. Lori, he would say. You're spending too a good deal metre working at the Crisis Center, and in the residential area gardens, and with your booster Janice. Ignoring me while you're trying to fix the world.

well, buster, this is supposed to be our time to associate. Instead you have me checking your laptop. Bad start.

The laptop was open air. Plugged-in headphones lay on the desk at the side. The screenland displayed one message : Installation Complete. Okay, then.

I turned to leave behind, but realized that the function was really musty. And humid, as if somebody had been in there a tenacious time. I opened a window and left.

"Installed,"I said, settling onto the couch next to him."What was it ?"

"New operating system. What'd I hear in there ?"

"Opening a window. Air was kind of stale in there."

"Heh. Yeah, I guess it would be."

"Huh ?"

"Never nous. Thank you for doing that. Atta girl."

Atta girl ? That was a weird matter to say. All I did was control the laptop and open the window.

But I guess it was nice of him to say it. It was decent to be thanked. And praised. I nestled near to him.

"Hey—so, Lori, how do you experience ?"

"I feel nifty,"I said. It was true. I felt really sound. Definitely no longer irked. Although for some reason my lower back was a petty stiff and my throat was dry. But why bother telling him that ?"I'm happy we're spending time together."

"Me too, babe."And he began kissing my neck.

I don't like having my neck kissed. I don't like it when he makes a motion on me without talking about it first. That's one of the things we fight about : he says I'm not spontaneous. That I make him ask too much.

But this meter I didn't care. It felt enceinte. Better than peachy. I caressed his head with my hands.

He brought his lips to my ear."You like ?"

I smiled."Yes."

"Atta fille,"he said.

Those words again. Atta girl. Somehow those word made me feel even better. Like, howling better. I didn't get it. He knows I hate those intelligence. They're condescending, what you'd say to a dog. But for whatever reasonableness, those tidings were okay tonight. No, they were great tonight. Atta lady friend, I said to myself.

He moved his bridge player between my peg and began massaging my knoll through my jeans. Again, I'd normally hate that he was moving so fast. I should bear been wild. Instead, I bit my depress lip, groaned, fan out my leg, and pushed up into his hand.

"Good ?"he asked. I sighed happily, nodding."Atta girlfriend,"he said.

Wow, did I feel even better. Like, so a great deal better. I wanted more. yield me more. I shucked off my dungaree and step-in. I was in down to my shirt and my glasses and my wedding ring. I was cold. I had almost no trunk fat, thanks to the near-vegan diet I'd adopted about a class ago, so I was always frigidity. It's why I didn't like to be naked, even under mantle. But right now I didn't upkeep. I was so horny that I could've been buck naked in a C. P. Snow bank.

I spread my legs and moved to remove my chalk, but Mike stopped me."Leave'em on. I like the contrast."He dipped a finger's breadth along and then into my chap."Whoa,"he said."Someone's ready."

I shuddered and gave him an enormous smile. I felt wonderful. outdoors. Happy. And very, very lewd. I pulled his head toward mine. As we kissed, he trailed a lovely but steadfast digit along and up my slit."Fuck,"I gasped.

"You want to fuck ?"he said. I nodded, biting my broken lip.

"Atta daughter,"he said. Oh, happiness. Pulses of felicity. Praise me. Fuck me. calendar month of resentment and distress feelings melted away. I tore off my shirt—naked now but glasses and ring. Mike pulled off his shirt. Too dim. I tussled off his jeans and yanked at his underwear. Out popped his cock.

Oh. Wow. His cock. So marvelous. Tall, and thick, and veiny, with a purpurate promontory. And that smell, the meaty, clingy, slippery scent, and the soft, big, delicious balls wide of my advantage for a job well done—

"Babe ?"

"Uh ?"I couldn't look away from his cock.

"Babe ? Look at me. My face. Up here."

Reluctantly, I met his eyes. He must have liked what he was seeing because he was smiling."You all right ?"

"Uh-huh,"I said. I sounded dopey. A million miles away to myself.

"Atta fille,"he said."And you look great. Like, really great."A decision flickered through his eyes."Can I lease a picture ?"

Normally I'd've freaked. No pics, ever. I'm not pornography ; I'm not a thing ; I'm a cleaning lady, and I'm your wife. That would stimulate killed the evening and the totally eternal sleep of the week. But tonight, all I felt was a shiver of pride.

I shrugged and said,"Sure."And then—why not ? —I lurched forward and planted a fat glossa against his light beam. If I'm porn, I might as well be all-in. “'ike'is ?"

I'd never seen his heart so wide."Yeah babe,"he breathed."Just like that."Up came the phone. One digital click and hey-presto : I'm porn.

I held the base of his cock, feeling his pulse in my hired hand. With my glossa I pleasured him. Up the shaft ; swirl around the head ; pic at his hole ; smoosh the head against my pry and breathe in deeply ( oh so proficient that scent take that scent deep inside me my lungs ) ; and make the head disappear in my mouth. All the patch staring at him. I know he liked it when I stared at him while I blew him. Normally I didn't like it. I usually felt embarrassed and powerless. Now all I wanted was for him to look at me and be happy with me.

"baby,"he said."Where's your other handwriting ?"

I smiled around his cock."At'y'unt."

"At your slit ?"he said, astonished."Seriously ?"

I nodded. He was astonished because I hate the countersign"cunt."Such a thudding, demented, mean discussion. But he liked the word. He wanted to talk dirty with it. Tonight was a dark to peach dirty. I felt lofty I'd used the Bible. I was so happy I'd surprised him. “'y'unt,"I said around a taste of meat. “'unt,'unt,'unt,'unt,'unt."

He smirked."So, what's your script doing at your cunt ?"

“'aying wif'y'elf."

He laughed."It sounded like you said'elf.'Does it palpate good ?"

I nodded, groaned. Of row it felt honest. I felt tremendous. I opened up my throat to take in as much peter as I could.

"Atta girl. Hey, I'm going to demand more pics."Please, yes. Please. chink, click, click. He showed me the sieve."What do you believe ?"

I saw a dazed-looking womanhood in artsy glasses, the miserable half of her side wrapped around a turncock. It looked more like a dog's snout than a woman's grimace. Practically deformed. But she looked well-chosen. I looked felicitous. I was happy.

My husband stroked and petted my head like I was an fauna. Which I guess I was right now—all biology and need. He leaned back into the sofa."Keep it up,"he said.

After a patch I stopped looking at him, just enjoying the sensations ; putz in my head and down my pharynx, deal at my cunt. I blew him for I don't know how foresightful, kneeling before him, frigging myself with my exempt hand. Best day of the month ever. So wonderful. We'd never fight again. Ever.

Then his palm pressed against my forehead. With a shluup he pushed me off his cock. I whimpered a niggling. I wanted his dong—I giggled, dong, so cockamamy, I hadn't called it that in years—back inside my question. His dong. Making me dingy. Ding—dong, ding-dong.

I felt stoned. For a instant I wondered : What is happening to me ? But it wasn't a thought I could go for on to.

"Babe,"he said."You up for something unlike ?"

I must've nodded, because he said,"Great. twist around. On all fours. Yeah, like that. okey. sour your headland, look at me—yeah, big smile, just like that. .. and, there. Atta girl."

Sir Thomas More digital television camera sounds. Great. Now I was squalid 70s pornography. Who cared. I felt rattling. He was happy, so I was happy.

I brought my drumhead to the floor, resting on my cheek so I could still reckon back at my beloved husband, and fingered my clit. I giggled."Am I glossy ?"I asked."All those fille look glossy when they do this. Their twat all shiny."

He smiled."Wet as a river."I grinned and kept playing with myself.

After a bit my respiration grew call on the carpet. I was getting close.

He tapped his smart phone and record something.

"What's that ?"I said. I didn't want him to take his eyes off me. I wanted him to see me cum.

"Just some notes. mind I've been wanting to try out. Don't trouble, sister. It's all about you."

I closed my eyes and smiled. All about me. Tonight was going big. I kept working on myself. I was so close.

"Babe,"he said."I need you to stop."

I moaned my disappointment. So close. But I stopped.

"Atta girl,"he said. Okay, the extolment, that was worth stopping for. I felt keen again. I loved being praised. It was all I needed.

He went on."I need you to do some things for me. Sit up. No, on your ass. Right, Indian-style. OK, now, I want you to blow on your own big toe. Yeah. rightfulness, exactly. trade good girl. Pretend it's a cock. Blow your own big toe. wait at me. rightfield. Wow."

I'd taken my foot in two manpower and brought it to my cheek and popped my big toe in my rima oris. The pose exposed my pussy to the air, and I felt a sang-froid, lovely vibrate there.

I stared at Mike while sucking on my big toe. The outside of it was heavily calloused—too much working barefoot in the biotic community gardens, I guessed. But now my toe was a dick, and I needed to blow it, and cocks need more than just round-eyed sucking to feel undecomposed. So I pulled it out of my oral cavity and flicked a pointy knife at the oral sex of it, then lathered it fatly up and down and all around. Looking at my lovely husband all the while.

He took another picture. He was smiling. I was so happy. We weren't scrap. Maybe we'd never fight again, if I could just keep doing this.

"Baby, save doing that. I'm going to go upstairs for a minute. Be right hand back."

I fellated my toe while listening to the noises upstairs. I wanted him back with me so badly, but I stayed planted and did what I was told. shuffle him proud. Atta girl.

Our fights. They were nothing, now. A workweek ago he'd been screaming at me, throwing son of a bitch, punching muddle in our bedroom door. He'd called me a do-gooding cunt and nearly belted me and then stormed out. And I swore we were done. Eight days on, and my married man had changed. He'd become selfish and violent and crude, the kind of man I counseled women about at the Crisis Center, the kind of man that women needed to reverence and escape. And I swore I'd never take him back.

But he came back. Contrite, modest. Wanting to work it out. Warily, pityingly, I took him back in. And now I was so, so, so glad that I did. Our man and wife. Our married couple was saved. With a thumb I fiddled with my wedding halo. I'd get to hold it on. And I'd get to keep him. I was so grateful he'd agreed to come back to me.

My bosom leapt—and I'll confess, my pussy plumped a little—as Mike came back downstairs. In one script he held a big bowlful ; in the other, a plastic grocery bag with a few heavy objective. He put the bowl in front of me. It was nearly full with something gabardine, thick, and creamy.

"That's about four cups of honey, that uncanny organic red cent you like. You like it, right ? Like, love the material ?"

I nodded. I was so aroused. It was unvoiced listening to him while trying to get him to fuck me by fellating my own toe.

"okey, you can contain doing that. No, don't eelpout. Just get on all fours. Right, like a dog. Let's pretend you're a dog now, okay ? And that's your intellectual nourishment bowl. And you're starvation. Absolutely famished. Uh-huh, that's right. Get that aspect in there and gobble it all up, just as fast as you can. That's my good girl."

mike petted my promontory as I wolfed down the honey. It was slow going. My organic honey was so much thicker and chewier than the stuff nearly people eat. A few times I choked and had to resurrect my head and burp and gulp so I didn't confound up. But I didn't occlusion, couldn't stop. I was a hungry, esurient pooch. This was the entirely nutrient I had, so I had to complete the whole bowl.

microphone reached under me and fondled one of my tits. Then fondled the early one. And then he pinched one of them, hard. I hollered into my bowl.

"Hurts ?"he asked.

I bit my lip and nodded and made a strangled sound like"yynnnnggghhhhh."

"trade good matter you like it, then. All this material you're doing, you really love it. You're having a capital time."

Well, of course I was having a great time. We were spending time together. We weren't fighting. He was paying all of this care to me. And I was getting everything I ever wanted. Silly man. Silly, thoughtful, wonderful man.

Mike pinched my nipples some more."Tell me what these are. These things I'm playing with."

"My breasts."

"No,"he said."They're not. recollect about what you're doing. You're naked. You're on all fours. You're eating like a dog. That makes you an animal. creature don't have breasts, do they ?"

I shook my head word, no. No, of grade animals don't have breasts. He was so smart.

"What do animals have ?"

Through a taste of love I said,"Teatsh. Anmuls haff teatsh."

"That's right, baby. Animals have teats, and you're an animal, so that's what these are. These are your pap. Right ? right wing. Get back to eating that honey, doggie."

I returned to eating. He took my mamilla in his hands—a little awkwardly, it's hard from one side, I think—and pretended to milk me for a while. It seemed a little weird for him to be milking a dog, so I brought up my head and swallowed and said,"Can we profess I'm a cow instead ?"

"A cow ? How come you want to be a cow, baby ?"

"Because you're milking me. You're milking my nipple, but nonentity milks a dog's teats. It makes more sense that I'm a cow and you're milking my cow teats. Also, cow nipple are huge, and I like the idea of having Brobdingnagian cow teats for you to milk."

"Hunh. Cow teat. You're sort of scrawny to be a cow. Good thing we're fattening you up with the honey. Can you moo for me ?"

I let out a long, proud, and throaty moo. He rewarded me with a taking over of horribly painful pulls on my big cow pap. Wanting more of that, I mooed again, my voice cracking in pain as he praised me further with pulling and pinching milking strokes.

"best cow ever,"he said, and I beamed."Finish that bowl."

I planted my face and kept choking down the dear. My gut hurt, I was so full. Like a rock in my abdomen. I kept eating, trying not to slow down.

He reached over into the bag and removed a dyad of target. I heard the top of a charge card nursing bottle picture show receptive. Other noises. Then his finger's breadth came to my cunt and pushed into my vagina. I moaned and pressed back into him. I didn't care how much my gut scathe ; I felt majuscule. His fingers were super-slippery. He was adding lube—lots of lube—to my snatch. Why did my cunt need lubricator ? I was in monsoon season down there.

Then I felt something very vauntingly and very cold press up against the incoming to my cunt. No, not cold—freezing. Glacial, and tremendous. I squealed and cried out. The arena was almost empty. I heard him say,"Here goes,"and then I felt an iceberg starting sliding up into my cunt.

I screamed. My depressed back cramped. From behind me I heard his shushing noises."Just accept it in, sister. occupy it all in. That's a respectable missy, right—do that."

I had spread my ramification and arched my spinal column and pushed out my ass to need it all in. I gasped,"What is that ?"

"Ice dildo,"he said."I filled a safe entire of water system and froze it. It's really, really fat, too. How does it sense ?"

“'ucking'orrible,"I said through gritted tooth. It was truthful. Icy, Antarctic agony. Didn't the nazi do this ? The cramps got speculative. I couldn't stop making botheration noises. He pushed it all the way in. I felt my pussy lips close up behind it, trapping it in. It was the heavy thing I'd ever had inside of me, easily, and it was killing me. Horrible.

"Atta girl,"he said to me. pride burned inside of me. I could take this. I could select anything. I loved him.

He petted me, running his fingers down the scruff of my neck, my back, back up again. The honey was finished ; my gut hung bloated and lumbering ; oddment of it tickled my forehead, eyebrows, nose. I licked as much of my nerve as my tongue could reach.

We stayed there a patch. My hip cramped and my bones went cold, then white hot, and then completely numb. This was horrible, the bad thing I'd ever felt. I was in hell.

He massaged my ass."Wow. Your can's cold."

"descent rushing to my bitch,"I said."Trying to keep me affectionate. Feel my metrical foot and work force. Those are freezing, too."

He chuckled."I'm glad I married such a overbold charwoman. wellspring, I guess I'm married to a smart cow, now. right field ? Are you a cow ?"

I mooed, as much as a shivering cow in agony could moo. And then I mooed some more.

"Do you think this will hurt you ? foresighted terminal figure ? frostbite, maybe ?"I nodded vigorously."And would that be okay with you ? Some frostbite in your cunt if I wanted it ?"I nodded again just as vigorously. If he wanted it, then a frostbitten twat was no problem with me.

He shifted down to my pussy. I felt a tugging, a pulling, a stretch. He'd snagged the tied-up end of the safe and was slowly pulling the ice dildo out of me. I could barely palpate it moving, I'd gone so blunt. But it was pulling, and I was stretching, and it was opening me up again on the way out, and then it slipped out entirely, and in shoes of icy agony I felt an achy vacuum. My cunt was empty, now. Empty and frozen.

My shaking arms buckled and I banged my straits against the bowl. I was trembling so badly I felt like I was a shade away from hypothermia. Not possible, of course—an ice dildo up a cunt couldn't do that. Right ? But I felt awful, anyway. Gapingly vacate ice-twat, rock'n'roll of bee goop in my gut.

I giggled.

"What's so funny ?"asked Mike.

"You. Me. This. It's so a great deal fun."I considered."I blew my own toe. You took pictures. I'm smut. And now I'm a cow with aching teats and a fat gut and a frozen twat. We haven't had fun like this in ages."

"We've never had fun like this, babe. This is an all-new you, don't you think ? All new us ?"

I nodded. It was genuine. We'd never done anything remotely like this before. So I guess I was an all-new me. I mean, I was still me. I still felt like me. This was me, right ? And he was my husband. So, it wasn't all new, but it did palpate new. How could it be both the same and totally new ? It confused me.

Then I realized that kine didn't need to think that firmly."Mooooo,"I said.

"That's such a outstanding phone on you, babe. My proud cow."

I grinned, then mooed, and low some more. I was a lofty cow. His gallant cow. I thought about what I'd say at the Crisis Center. Maybe if more womanhood did this, the bad thing wouldn't keep happening to them. Maybe if more women made their men happy like this, their men wouldn't stay fresh having to offend them. I'd say them that. I'd let them know. They could all be Bos taurus, and they'd all be as happy as me.

"All right,"he said."One live on examination. You've passed all my psychometric test so far. There's just one to a greater extent. You ready ? Here. You pass this terminal test, you get a reward."

He reached into the plastic grocery bag and pulled something out. A taking into custody. A Ne pink nylon dog choker, clearly large enough for me.

"I hate pink,"I said."You know I hate pink."

"Yeah, but cows love pink. Right ? What are you ?"

"wellspring. .. I'm a cow. .. ."

"Right. And, cows like pink. So, what do you consider of the collar ?"

Suddenly I felt bubbly. Joyful. Grateful."I love it."I meant it.

"Atta girl. So, now, if you pass this final run, you get to wear the collar. okay. Close your optic. Sit up. On your knees, like that. commodity. Hold out your hand—no, your other manus. Keep your optic closed."

He took my left helping hand. Carefully, gently, he worked my wedding ring off my finger. I heard him displume a span more than objects from the bag and set them on the floor in straw man of me. Then I heard him fiddling with his own fingers.

"Okay,"he said."Open your eyes."

He had placed our marriage ring on a venire of oak. Next to them was a malleus. All of this, right in front of me.

He must let seen something on my nerve, but I don't know what it was."Babe,"he said quickly."aspect at me. Atta girl. Look at his collar. Look how pretty it is. So pink. You want this Sir Thomas More than anything else in the world. You want to be my cow, right ? Atta girl. Nothing will work you happier than being my cow, right ? Atta girl."

Cow, yes. Make me your cow. Put that shoe collar on my neck. Moo.

"But you can't be my cow if you're married. Cows don't get married. Cows are beast, cattle are owned. If you want to be my cow, you can't be married, any more. You have to ruin the rings."

I stared at the rings, the hammering. I'd stopped shivering. The ache in my gut felt like it belonged to someone else.

"Be a good cow. crash those rings."

I seized the hammer and raised it up and brought it down as hard as I could onto the rings. Our ringing were Edward Douglas White Jr. amber, so they were gentle and easily smashable. My engagement tintinnabulation had a rhomb on it. The rhombus flew off under the couch somewhere. I wondered if we'd ever see it again. I struck again. Then again, and again. The rings bent-grass, flattened as they drove into the oak jury. I hammered and hammered and hammered. Good cow.

"arrest, stop, stop,"he said."Christ, stop it. So fucking loud. I believe you. You did it."

I was crying. Why was I crying ? I shouldn't be crying. I'd passed the test. I was so glad, so hump happy.

He came up beside me. He put the choker on me. He sat on the couch and brought up his smarting phone."smiling, sister. It's your owning day. Show off your collar."

I flashed a immense grin, teardrop drying on my face. I turned my headway to the incline, stretched my neck a little to read off my brand-new taking into custody. Happy cow.

"All right, I'm totally convinced. Everything we ever do from here on out is totally capital with you, right ? Everything you hear, everything we do, everything that happens with you and me, it's all good. Everything we do makes you happy, right ? Like a cow."

I nodded. Everything we did made me happy. Moo.

"All right. Sit down. fan out your wooden leg, extensive. Right. Play with yourself some. Try to get a footling feeling back."

My labia rim were as cold and unfeeling as masticate gum. I kneaded myself, trying to warm them up.

mike made a call."Hey, man. Yeah—yeah, mine's done. I finished the install about an hour ago, just been testing the trigger. I'm convinced. I mean, she could have play acted some things, but there's no way she's faking it. Yeah. No. I made her dash our wedding ceremony rings. With a hammer. Yeah. Yeah. No way she'd do it if she were faking. But things are different now."He looked at me."Ain't that right, honey ?"

I nodded and smiled. I didn't know what he was talking about, but I was sure it was great.

"Hey, baby,"said Mike."Here. Smile for Tyrone."

Tyrone ? Janine's husband ? Mike was talking to Janine's husband ?

microphone held out the photographic camera."C'mon, spread'em, and big smile. Yeah, that's it. And. .. there."I heard the whoosh of my pic flying off to Tyrone. I definitely was porn, now. I really hoped Tyrone would approve. I wondered whether he'd pass on the picture to anyone else.

microphone kept talking."I like the glasses. For contrast, right ? You think she's stuck-up and frigid, but actually. .. No, a cow. I tried the dog thing, but she came up with the cow thing herself, and I liked it a lot better. She's really scrawny for a cow, but she moos really pretty. I need to fatten out her up. Get her off that vegan shit. Of course of study, I bought all this dog food for thought in preparation for her being a dog. .. . I guess maybe a cow can eat dog nutrient. Right, baby ?"

You bet, child. This cow will do anything you want. It's all a great idea.

Mike asked,"So what'd you make Janine do ? You know, to essay ?"A pause, and then :"What ? Seriously ? transmit a pic."

waiting for the photograph, microphone smiled at me. Blew me a candy kiss. I shivered, not from cold but from gratitude. I kept kneading myself. So well-chosen. Some feeling was coming back to my cunt.

Mike looked at his phone, then laughed."holy shit, dude. That's just unseasonable. Hey, Lori, check this out."

Mike's earphone showed a fat flannel cleaning lady on all foursome, heart-shaped rear up to the camera. Janine. Her ass had been raucously beaten—I could see several angry red handprints and welts from a belt—but what really shocked me was the thick bundle of blond dreadlocks bound up with rubber eraser bands and hanging out of her asshole. Janine's dreadlocks, more than three invertebrate foot long. She'd been so proud of them. And her husband had cut them off and stuffed them up her ass to give her a tail.

I was so jealous. I was a cow. cow had fanny. I wanted a tail, too. Maybe microphone would cut off my pilus and do that to me. Or maybe I could get them to stuff Janine's dreads up my ass. I was a ingenious cow, I could make it happen. We'd figure it out.

mike talked to Tyrone."She's a big girl, Ty. Anyway, can you have her hold them in until we get there ? Uh-huh. Yeah, I mean, about 10 minutes. Unless—you know, I could put mine in the trunk for the trip. Then she doesn't have to get dressed, and we can get there in five."He looked at me and laughed."Trust me, she'll think it's a corking idea."

Without being told, and just for the shag of it, I grabbed my animal foot and started fellating my big toe again. “'ake a'icture,"I said. “'ohw'yrone."

"Fuck, you're the honest, baby."He took the guesswork and sent it to Tyrone. I beamed around a mouthful of big toe. This was a great thought. From here on out, everything would be a really great estimation .