Preface to Part Twenty
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I know it's been far too long. I beg family issues, work, focusing on issues away from writing, and especially having real world fun. I'm not apologizing, but I am sorry.
But thanks to the nagging (all nicely) of some of you, I finally just sat down with some Mountain Dew (programmers fluid, but works for writers too) and got this done. It's been written for a month, but needed and editing pass. Katy was away, so Betty sat beside me and helped me keep at it.
If you're having problems with the ages of Katy and Betty as relates to their jobs, please read the comments that go with Part 9. That should fix you right up.
This is an odd chapter for me. This scene with the lactating woman is based very closely on a real experience. In fact, it's almost verbatim what really happened. I wrote up the real experience for a friend and she thought it was hot. I enjoyed it, the experience and writing it up for her, but didn't see it as story material. So I took it as a challenge and "storyfied" it and here it is. Please take it as a bit experimental. I would appreciate comments about it.
Thanks everyone for reading, voting, commenting and giving me feedback.
You guys are the best. You keep me going. Especially when one of you writes, "Get the fucking chapter published, you lazy bitch." How could I not respond to such an eloquent appeal? :)
(Yes, he knows me well enough to say it that way).
VMA, 2015-NOV-11
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Sunday, April 22, 2012, Mother and puppy
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I'm bounding through the woods, chasing the cat. Getting closer and closer. Just about to pounce when...
The alarm on Katy's cell phone starts ringing and jolts me awake.
Damn. I open my eyes and look through the bars of my cage toward her bed. Well, it's my bed when I'm Virginia, but it's my owner Katy's bed right now.
I watched her roll out of bed and stand up, stretching, bending. She's nude and she's beautiful. She turned towards me.
"Good morning, Ginny. Do you need to go out?"
I jump to all fours and bark with excitement.
As soon as she let's me out of the cage jam my nose in her crotch, lick her once, hard, then run out of the room. I'm waiting impatiently in the kitchen at the back door when she arrives, securing the sash of her robe. I'm jumping from side to side and watch as she takes my leash... MY LEASH... off the coat rack, clips it to my collar, and leads me outside.
I need to go, but not desperately, so I nose around the yard working towards "my" tree. When I finally get there, I turn my backside towards her and raise my tail up high. I need it removed. She pops it out and cleans it with the wet wipes she has in her pocket. I squat down, pee and poop, then present her my raised ass again. She cleans me up with another wet wipe, lubricates the plug on my tail, pops it back in, and clicks the lock.
It sounds simple and straight forward. It is, mechanically speaking. And I imagine that if we do this long enough it won't have quite the same effect on me. But for right now, I'm blushing from the top of my breasts all the way into my scalp. If she's had me do this as Virginia, I'd be looking for a place to hide. As Ginny, though, it's just natural functions. Almost.
"Good girl, baby."
She uses one of the little bags from the kit attached to my leash to clean up the used wipes and my waste. I'm blushing even harder. She tells me, again, that after I'm house broken I'll be doing this job myself.
We return to the and go up to my bathroom. Hers right now.
"Ginny, you know that you're going to have to be Virginia for an hour or two each day. To stay healthy and to do some things to take care of yourself. And also so I can play with Pet. So, time to become Pet so we can shower. Don't forget your pendant."
I go back into my bedroom, take out my tail and remove my collar. I stand, shaking off Ginny, and get my "Virginia" pendant from my jewelry box. I put it on and look at myself in the mirror for a moment.
Katy calls, "You know you're beautiful. Stop looking at your tits and get in here."
I wasn't looking at my tits. I was admiring the gold pendant against my pale skin. Hanging above my large, ripe breasts.
Alright, maybe I was looking at my tits a little.
I join Katy in the shower. We wash each other, play with each other a little, but she vetoes my bringing her off. She says we have to get going and she wants me hot when we get there. I'm again nervous about this. Which "me" is she taking? Virginia? Pet? Ginny?
When we're done, dried, hair fixed, but still nude, she tells me to put on one of my one piece dresses, casual, and some flats. And polish my pendant, which I wore showering. Nothing else. Tail, collar and leash go in my purse. She dresses in her usual "uniform." We go down to the kitchen, through to the garage, and get into her car.
As we drive Katy explains, in a limited way, what we're doing.
"I know we agreed that we'd put off introducing Ginny to other people, and especially Betty, for a while. But we also agreed that I could decide who and when. After we started talking, months ago, about you being Ginny much of the time I started looking for places and people and pets you might be able to play with. I found a few. And a few regular gatherings. One a week, once a month, special events, and so on. We're going to one of the monthly ones today."
I held back the impulse to whimper. Or scream. She was going to show me off as Ginny the day after she took ownership?
"We wouldn't be coming here today, but there's a rare opportunity I think you're going to love. It's one of the things we talked about. One of your fantasies. But if we don't do it today, we might not have another chance for years. The woman and her husband are moving next week. It will be their last time with this group.
"This particular fantasy of yours requires a woman in a special state. A specific condition. She is, right now, and she shares your fantasy but from the other side."
I was still feeling afraid. But she'd also distracted me. I had a dozen or more fantasies that involved other women. I couldn't really zero in on one that required the other woman to be in some specific condition. When I found out, I felt stupid for not guessing.
Well, I'd know soon enough. But I also knew, enough, about why she felt we had to do this after such a short time. I'd just have to trust her judgment.
I said, "I'm ready for whatever you want me to do, Katy."
"Mistress."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good girl. We're there."
We've driven a couple of towns over to a building which looks like a multiple story warehouse. After we got inside, it was obvious that's exactly what it had once been. But now it's offices, and light manufacturing, and even some apartments at the far end.
We drive up to the roll up door to a loading dock. Katy beeps, someone steps out of the regular door to the left and Katy hands him what looks like a business card. He examines it, gives a thumbs up to another guy standing in the doorway, and returns the card. The big door goes up and we drive in and park.
There are a dozen or so cars and SUVs and pickups already here. Katy takes my hand and leads me to an elevator. We step out into a small reception area. Katy shows her card again and the receptionists buzzes open the door to a dance and acrobatics studio.
We're in a small anti-room. Chairs line the wall. A set of double doors to the left are open. It's apparently the acrobatics part of the operation since the entire floor is padded. I can see inside a number of people on all fours and in various costumes from nearly nude to full body suits and masks. Mostly dogs, but a couple that might be puppies, a couple of cats or kittens and so on. They're romping and playing and, in a couple of cases, having sex. What appear to be those pet players owners are gathered at this end of the room watching. A few are out on the floor playing with their pets. In one case a big guy in a dog mask is sucking off what I assume to be his master.