Sow Primer Ch 04

Carl came in and told her dinner was ready. She put down her player and instinctively reached for her robe. Carl stopped her. "I don't think that will be needed," he said and steered her into the other room. Dinner was delicious. Katie was impressed at her boss, he could cook much better than she could. Perhaps, she wondered, it was because it was all prepared for her and she could just turn up and eat that made it taste so much better.

It seemed strange to Katie to sit naked next to her boss still in his business, power clothes, while they ate. She felt excited with thoughts from the welcome message of the CD pack and the severe fucking he had given her the previous night. She hoped he would give her more of the same tonight. She had no idea whether he was planning on staying the night, or would leave like yesterday. Funnily it never occurred to her whether she was agreeable to this. As she wandered vaguely through these disconnected thoughts, Carl slid his hand over her thigh and around her knee. Immediately Katie felt distracted, urging him mentally to raise his fingers higher. The ticklish tips of his fingers danced over her skin, made her jump and smile at him. She didn't really know how to react. She wanted this didn't she? She felt aroused and ready for him certainly. She decided this was too confusing for her to try and sort out, so she would just let what happens to happen. Katie slid her legs slightly apart and pushed her knee and thigh towards her boss. So easily she slipped into her sow training, was it because she now associated them with her trainer? Certainly she felt differently.

After dinner Carl led Katie into her little office. He sat her down in front of the computer and told her to log in to her bank. Katie hesitated since Carl remained standing right over her.

"Why?" she asked. "Look while you are in your room going through your lessons I need to put some order into your affairs. Don't worry, you will benefit from this. You have a free financial consultant." He smiled, but she could see he was slightly irritated as if this were all so unnecessary.

"Umm." Katie licked her lips, unsure whether it would be a good idea to voice the anxieties in her head. "I don't think there is any problem." She sounded plaintive, like she didn't know what she was talking about. Carl just stared at her without saying anything. He waited, leaning over her, expecting her to comply. She stared into his eyes for a while, wondering why she was finding it so hard to stand up to this guy. He was taking over everything.

She wanted to tell him to look away, so she could login. She knew she needed to do as he demanded, but wanted to feel safe. She felt so exposed typing in her password with him looking over her shoulder. Yet the more she considered asking him to look away, the more impossible it seemed for her to achieve. She typed quickly. Carl smiled when she was done, a smile of satisfaction.

"Good girl. I have brought you a present. Something I think that will make your lessons a whole lot more pleasurable." He held out his hand. On his palm was a small glass capsule with a metal end. Connected to it was a short length of rubber tubing and a rubber ball. To the side of the glass tube was a small glass extension with a brass shiny tip to it. Katie did not know what to make of it.

"Take it. It's for you." Carl encouraged her to reach out and take it. She lifted the device off his outstretched hand, and held it rather gingerly. Carl stared at her for a moment, watching to see if she could figure out what it was. Katie reached out a finger and prodded it as if it might spring suddenly to life in her palm.

"Well it is time for you to go and concentrate upon your first lesson. I will take care of everything else. You are not to worry about anything other than learning your lessons." His voice was not kind. Not considerate. It was authoritative. Informing her of what he expected of her. An involuntary shiver rippled through Katie as she sat attentively. He led her back into the bedroom and made her sit on the bed where she had been listening to her CD.

"Before I go and get on, let me show you what this device is." Katie was perched on the edge of the bed and Carl had her spread her legs. He slid the little jar up between her legs and nestled it against the lips of her cunt. He pushed and rotated it until her soft flesh parted and she felt it press right against her clit. The large red bulbous end seemed to grow like a rose between her thighs. Carl squeezed tight upon the ball and Katie jumped. Her clit was sucked right into the glass jar and she involuntarily bucked her hips towards Carl's face. A guttural groan came from her throat and then she whispered from deep inside her throat, "Oh God!"

Carl smiled at her. "I knew you'd like it. Here you take the bulb and you can practice with it as you listen to your lesson today." He reached down and twisted the brass ending on the side. The pressure released and she felt a slight blowing of air against the tip of her swollen clit, before it sprang back, retreating from its glass cage. "With this setting, as you squeeze your clit will be sucked into the tube and then released, just as if someone was sucking upon it. You can use this setting as you listen to your lessons. When this is closed, then your clit will remain trapped inside the glass cylinder until you release it through this mechanism."

With that he got up and left the room. Katie was still jangling from the abuse of her clit. She wanted more, to feel that again. She had never experienced anything so powerful from a sex toy before. She turned the brass fitting and squeezed again as hard as she might. She felt her clit shoot up into the glass, the tightness of the fit gripping around her and she shuddered. She lay back and stared at the ceiling, trying to accustom herself to the sensations from her clit, swollen and stretched, it's sensitive tip attuned to the least vibration, shooting pleasure deep into her abdomen. She got up and walked over to the mirror. She had to see what it looked like. She stood before the mirror, her knees bent, her legs spread, feeling with her hands the stiffness of the glass, the heat emanating through it, the tension of the suction within and the stretching, pulling, tugging feel against her flesh. Katie stared mesmerised into the mirror at the erotically charged, glazed girl in the reflection.

She stared at her clit in the mirror, swollen and crimson red inside the glass, like some specimen in a lab. She could feel the merciless tingling as she moved and the weight of the glass swung carrying with it its prisoner. The rubber tube swayed between her thighs with the large bulbous red rubber ball on the end. Tentatively she reached out and grabbed it. Her heart was thumping now as she released the pressure and felt her clit hastily withdraw as rapidly as it could out of its prison. She felt the breath of air against it, like a sigh and she crumpled on the floor and rolled to left and right absorbing the pleasure.

Just as she felt she was calming herself down, just as she felt her lungs would no longer burst, that she might take in a breath of air that might inflate them, that they weren't still too tightly sealed by the tautness of every muscle in her body, she gave another slight squeeze to the rubber ball and yelped again with pleasure. How often she had fantasised about being able to seal her own lips around that bud of flesh, to suck and drink from its hardness and inflame herself at will. Now she had the perfect instrument with which to rack herself. She turned the brass fitting on the side and experimented with the slow rhythmic sucking and release action. She taught herself the right level with which to squeeze at the rubber, to feel the pleasure crash like waves upon a shore of desire and then retreat only to be brought back again and again. She lay on the floor for some time practicing and sinking into the mesmerising drumbeat of her lust that synchronised her arm with her breath and the quivering shake of her legs.

Finally Katie got up and went back to the bed, she placed the headphones upon her ears and started her first lesson. She was so excited, and she felt hot and clammy. She knew that her first sow lesson would inflame her passion more as she switched on and started to listen.

Lesson 1

So are we ready to begin? Here we are at the start of lesson 1. I hope you are as excited as me! In this lesson we are going to talk about the important role a milk sow has in our society. It is a position of compassion, of care and without it this world of ours would stop spinning in the way it does.

You are a provider, and provide a food so rich and so vital for humanity. We now realise the enormous benefits of drinking your milk over cows' milk, and it is an amazing gift you have to offer. Imagine your breasts filling up with that life juice, think of offering it to humanity. What greater purpose could anyone serve than to provide the life blood that flows through humanity's heartbeat?

In the past women could only produced small quantities of milk: just enough for our own babies and just for a few brief months. So as you continue to work at your udders and chant quietly to yourself, I want to tell you of the story of rice.

Katie was already slipping into a chant as she kneaded her breasts and pumped at her clit. It became a soothing rhythm like the rocking of a baby as it feeds. 'I want to be a natural milk provider. My body craves to be made to produce milk. It excites me to have milk squirting from my udders.' Her voice came in a rasp, fighting its way out through the tension that gripped her throat.

Rice is another staple food of humanity and is grown across the globe and feeds millions. Yet nature produced just a small grass with a little seed that had limited food value. In old times people had to grow large amounts of rice grass to produce just a small amount of food. By breeding and making new varieties we managed to develop new varieties with larger seeds and more energy rich. We developed this grass into the rice fields we have today and now we can sustain millions using this natural food.

So it is with your body. Your body only produces enough of this bounteous food for one baby for a brief period. Yet, just as with the rice grain, mankind has perfected ways of increasing the food yield from your body so that many more can benefit from the rich food source you are. It is part of the natural evolution of how mankind adapts what nature provides so as to produce efficient and useful food for the benefit of all. This is done through the sow feed and is why sow feed can only be given to registered sows. The sow feed develops your udders so they produce more milk and it heightens the delightful sensations you feel now as you work your udders. The milk yield goes up along with the satisfaction, the sheer pleasure of feeling it emerge from those teats, increases more and more with yield.

Once your udders are fully developed, your body becomes of greater value to mankind, just as the modified rice grain provides more sustaining food. You will be able to produce large quantities of milk to nourish those children and teenagers, to protect them from disease when they are young and vulnerable. Now think of that job that you are doing now. Can it compete with such an altruistic purpose? Surely not. Imagine how fulfilling it is to know you feed the world from your body, following the natural desires of your body, you can reach out to thousands and make a real difference.

Katie was rocking slowly on her feet as she kneaded her udders and imagined the sensation of milk gushing from them. At the same time she sucked upon her clit and imagined lips pressed around it, milking her. She had cum several times in little whimpering gasps of pleasure. Already she had replayed parts of the lesson over and over listening jumping back and repeating it like a lesson she had to memorise, like the lines of a script, her script, that she was to assume in this new play of her life.

You will be able to produce large quantities of milk... the natural desires of your body.

How true those words rang in her ears as her body gluttonously swallowed the pleasure she gave herself. Katie drifted off into this other world, populated by images of milk pouring out of her chest, of sow Lauren and her words, and all the while the warm spreading glow from her clit.

I want you now to recall a time in your work when things didn't go well. When you tried your best, but it didn't work out. What was the reaction of your boss? Did you get blamed? Would your boss listen, or did they just tell you that you should have done better? Just recall the feelings at the time. Were you angry? Did you feel guilty, you let people down? What a struggle work seemed at that time. Did you question yourself whether you were up to it? You tried your hardest, you did the best you could. Things just didn't work out right and you got landed with all the blame.

How hard it is in the workplace when things don't go right. You give so much of yourself to making a success of it, but sometimes it just seems not enough. Do you feel properly appreciated? Now look at your body and see how sensual it is. Look at the curves sloping down from your chest and over your hips. Put your hands there and feel the contours. Slide your fingers over your buttocks and feel the smooth, soft, curvature and then slip them down between your thighs: a familiar and pleasurable place. You have a body designed to please and to be pleasured. It was made for milking and for sex. When you follow your instinct, what nature intended for you, then you feel whole don't you. You feel a sense of purpose and fulfilling that purpose is not a struggle. To produce milk is something your body can just do. It doesn't require effort from you. It doesn't require explanation, it just happens and the people who drink from your milk, those that collect it each day, are full of encouragement and admiration for your body and what you continue to give to our society. The life of a sow is contentment and not struggle. You do not need to strive to achieve, you achieve it naturally, because it is in your nature.

Should you really be striving in the workplace to be something that nature never intended? Is there not more good done by sharing your milk and keeping our children healthy? Do you not feel contented in doing the things which come so effortlessly?

Our lesson ends here today and I hope you can see that those who look down on the life of a sow do not understand what that life is, or are jealous in the striving they have to go through and to achieve far less. Every day spend some time before the mirror chanting your phrase to yourself: "Your body is a natural milk provider, it is what nature intended for you." It is your little mantra that reminds you of the much greater purpose you were put here for. Whenever you start to doubt this purpose, listen again to this lesson. In the next lesson you will start to experience some of the satisfaction the life of a sow brings. When you feel ready to explore more go on to lesson 2.

Katie's hands were roaming over her flesh, her clit telegraphing her consent around her body. Yes she wanted this. This was her purpose, and she hated work, she hated all the politics and standing up for herself. She just wanted to immerse herself in the life of a sow. She knew she couldn't stand up to Carl and why should she try? She should just let him look after matters like he said. She was fighting this, for what purpose?

As she walked into the sitting room Carl held out his hand and she dropped the pump into it. It was funny, but already she didn't need to ask questions. She knew instinctively what he expected from her. Carl looked up from the newspaper and studied her face. He was pleased to see she looked flushed and happy. She was obviously warming to this new regimen. He took her arm and led her round to stand in front of him.

"Wow your clit is huge and so red. You have been a naughty sow haven't you?" A tingle ran down Katie's spine when he called her a sow. She recognized that she was slipping, that whatever she thought, whatever she had wanted no longer mattered. Right now, right here in her own sitting room that no longer felt entirely her own, she felt a vitality that she could only recall feeling at the sow farm. A warmth glowed from within her, and standing here naked in front of this man, this man who assumed everything and took everything; standing here before him to inspect her abused clit, that she had abused through her own desire to conform her body; for him to see and to smell her arousal glistening upon her thighs close up to his face, to have revealed her innermost self through the display of her wicked masturbation at the prospect of becoming a sow, of thinking of herself as a milk producer and nothing more it all felt so natural, so right, her purpose. Sow Lauren was right, she only felt upset, she only felt on edge, she was only nervous when she fought these natural instincts inside her. She needed to lift her arms, and fall backwards, float away in the ocean of her desire, allowing herself to sink within the ripples of her arousal.

Carl reached out and touched the tell-tale trail of juices coating her inner thigh. He licked at his finger and looked up at her with approval. She no longer hid from him her need, she wanted him to see how excited she was, she wanted him to take her, to fuck her, to make her his sow. In her mind Carl and Ricky were fusing into one person. He got up and went into the bedroom and re-emerged with her pillow. He led her over to the fire which he had lit. A few logs raged and crackled with yellow tongues of fire that burnt with equal ferocity to the fires within Katie's belly. He laid her upon the floor and slid his arms along her sides. He pushed her pillow beneath her ass, raising her entrance upwards in readiness to receive him while she pulled on her teats and thought about how natural her instincts to become a sow were. Carl removed his clothes.

His cock was tall and hard, a long reddish blue-veined column that rose impossibly high, animated above his belly. His excitement was palpable and already Katie felt her lips, impossibly soft, impossibly lubricated, twitch and flex in uncontrollable preparation. Carl slid himself inside her in one long slow thrust, digging deeper and deeper, carving into her flesh. She felt herself stretch, her belly bulge, her legs drift wider to accommodate, her bladder compressed. Carl was picking up pace as he started the slow ritualistic driving action like a steam train pulling gently out of a station, its steel arm grinding back and forward, forcing the response from the wheels. So Katie's body was forced into a rhythmic rocking undulation beneath him. Carl rested on his hands staring down at her responsive body.

"This all comes so naturally to you doesn't it?" The words echoed in Katie's memory, the natural desires of her body. She thought again of the words in the CD, the excitement her body felt, the way she responded to the sow life, her need to do this, and the importance of the sow's contribution to society. She felt an inner glow as his urgency started to pick up.

"You were born to this sow life. You may not admit it yet, but you know don't you? I can see it in your eyes, you have already begun to accept this is your calling at lesson 1. Those other dreams you have, they never touch you in the same way as being treated as a sow touches deep within your core."

Carl was driving hard now he thrust deeper and deeper, forcing her body to acquiesce, to respond, to open, to stretch, to accept. The words poured in through her vagina driven home by this man's cock; and her hands continuing to pull at her teats with thoughts of milk dribbling from them as her body swayed and jolted upon the floor and the fire burnt warming her side. She felt so completely open, so receptive, waiting that moment, the permission to cum, the wave of hot sperm slapping against her warm flesh, coating her, absorbing into her, becoming fused with her, a tangled gooey, sticky mess that would seal his words within her.