Kitty cleared her throat. Once again she was standing naked in front of Carl who was sat in one of her armchairs reading a newspaper. She needed to ask him a favour, and she was not at all confident he would agree.
"I need to get in touch with my mum. I usually email her and she hasn't heard from me for a while now. She will be worried." Kitty spoke quickly. She needed to say it all before he interrupted her, before she heard the disapproving click of his tongue.
With an overbearing rustle of paper, he pulled the newspaper aside to look at her. He gave her a withering tired look.
"I told you, all I need from you is to concentrate on your lessons. I will take care of everything else."
She had anticipated he wouldn't accept straight off, so she was prepared. "She will worry and will come round if I don't answer her."
"Look, stop trying to think for yourself. I have sorted everything, I tell you. She did want to come round at first, but now she understands and accepts it wouldn't be a good idea."
Kitty stood there dumbstruck. What was he talking about? She couldn't take it in. She just stood there and stared at him, while Carl waited. After he felt he had given her enough time, after he felt she had realised she was not able to work it out, after he felt she had learned her lesson that this was nothing to do with her, that she should concentrate on her lessons like he said and forget everything else, he decided to drive home to her the reality that things had changed and would never go back.
"I emailed her using your id and told her you decided to train as a sow." He watched her reaction. Kitty stood there, still unable to take in what he was saying. After what seemed an age she whispered, "She knows?" Nodding and staring her right in the eye, Carl said, "Uh huh."
"I don't understand. You said you used my id?" Her head tipped fractionally emphasising her unspoken question, how could that be?
"You are not very careful about your passwords are you." Carl was looking condescendingly at her, reinforcing the unspoken accusation that she was therefore stupid. "Once I had your password for your bank account, I tried it on your email account. So I have had access to your email account all this time too. Of course I looked through the emails you sent, so when I was ready to let your friends and family know, by sending emails to them in your name, I knew how to make them read authentically."
"You told everyone?!" her voice was angry now.
"Oh yes. Some of them were encouraging and admired you for telling them. Those were the ones I think secretly want to do what you are doing. I am not sure you will hear again from some of the others though. Your mum," Carl turned his head up looking towards the ceiling as if he was trying to recall. "She was put out at first. She wanted to come straight over and talk you out of it. I had to spend quite a bit of time trying to convince her in a way that she would understand you were telling her this was your own decision. She didn't seem to know about your visits to the sow farm, well not at first. I think that was when she started to shift her position, when she realised that this was no spur of the moment choice. Then she wanted to come over and be supportive of you as you went through your training. That's when you told her you had persuaded one of the trainers from the farm to come over and look after things while helping you through the transition."
Kitty stood there speechless, shaking her head as if she could deny his words. Her world was spinning away from her, leaving her behind. Carl pressed home the point.
"You wrote to her very convincingly, explaining to her how much you were enjoying the way he treated you, that this really was everything you wanted and that you were going to do your best to become a good sow. I could see her wavering at this point, as she didn't want to get in the way if this is what you wanted. Once you told her you would give her regular updates on your progress to becoming a sow, she relented. She left it with the words, 'If you're sure', and that she would be there whenever you needed her. Well of course, ever since then I have been making sure she knows exactly what progress you have been making."
Kitty clenched her fists as her rage welled and boiled inside her. How could he? How could he ruin her life like that? She was so angry with him, but she was even more angry with herself. How could she have let him do this? She had been playing some little game, thinking there would be no consequences, fooling herself she was in control. All the while he was silently closing the door behind her. Heaven knows what her mother would be thinking of her now! She couldn't bring herself to consider how this would change things, how she would ever be able to face any of her friends again. She wanted to run away, to disappear, to hide and then as a cold shiver descended her spine she realised that the only place she had to run to was the farm.
Her breathing was coming in gulps, her chest heaving, her heart thumping, her cunt dripping. Yes it was. She was being manipulated and she should be furious, she should throw him out for what he had done; but all she felt was how stupid she was. What an idiot for thinking this was all a game. How everyone must be laughing at her. She felt destroyed, obliterated and there was no one to blame but herself. She had fooled no one but herself. Perhaps that was the moment when she started to suspect that much of her anger was really about her own inability to confess her desires to her friends and to her mum. Oh God, she still couldn't get over the fact she knew. Yet they had accepted it. She was the one still sore about her secret being outed. She could have told them, and she hadn't had the guts. She would never have been in this position if she had taken control, had done the unthinkable.
Slowly her mind was turning, she was figuring it out. Carl watched her intently. Her anger had roamed from Carl to herself for letting him do it, to her friends and her mother for accepting what he said, for not realising it was not her writing, and then finally back to herself. She had needed Carl to tell them, and that was the truth of it. She wanted the fun of playing the sow, but she needed Carl for the hard things she wasn't able to do for herself. She felt inadequate, diminished, lost in a complex world too hard for her. She needed to be owned, no longer for the sexual excitement of it, but a deep inner implosion.
"Don't you have a lesson to be getting on with?" Carl's voice interrupted her thoughts. She stared at him, her mouth still open. She should say something, she should voice her anger but she was too confused. It was so much easier to just forget it, to turn away, to lose herself in her lessons and forget the consequences. She was weak, she was stupid, she would run. Turning on her heel, she stomped out of the room furious with herself. She needed her lesson right now, she wanted to forget this conversation. If only she hadn't brought up the subject, then she wouldn't have known anything, she wouldn't be feeling this bad. If she just trusted Carl, that he had it all in hand, then she could just escape. The more she hovered there, naked before her handler β oh yes, that felt better thinking of Carl as her handler, the more she convinced herself that she could never cope now without him. She was just a stupid tart bimbo sow that had better get on with learning her lessons.
Lesson 3: Correction