chapter 2

“Is everything okay?” Lee asked as he threaded a rope through Bessie’s collar, she nodded her head in agreement. “One day soon, when Tomasz has stretched your septum and fitted you with your real wedding ring, I’ll be able to lead you around by that but this will do for now.” he remarked as he tugged on the rope, causing his wife to walk on all fours behind him.

He led her into a stall and hitched the rope to a post, ready for what was to come next. He tugged at the Basque of her wedding dress so that her tits sprung free and swayed gently as they hung. She had received many compliments that evening about her outstanding cleavage with several saying they had never seen her breasts looking so big and ripe. Some even speculated that she was with child but that was not the case, not yet anyway.

The reason for her swollen appearance was that ever since the couple had decided to make a go of it in the country, Elizabeth hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her fantasy of being treated like a cow. She had told Lee all about it and he had been very supportive with plenty of questions, the couple enjoyed a very kinky sex life and soon incorporated cow play into their bedroom sessions. It hadn’t taken much persuasion for Elizabeth to start using a Tens unit on her breasts when Lee pointed out that she might start lactating and he could milk her for real rather than just pulling on her nipples while she stood bound to their St. Andrew’s cross.

He squeezed her nipple cautiously and was rewarded with a droplet of white liquid that ran down his fingers, “Good girl Bessie, I think someone is ready for her milking.” he said after licking his fingers. Playing along, all that Bessie offered in return was a simple “Moo.”



Lee quickly attached a couple of suction cups to his wife’s breasts and watched in glee as their months of preparation began to pay off with jets of milk being expelled into the collection tank, “Wow! You’re going to make us a mint selling this stuff by the bottle Bessie, not to mention in all the subscription fees you’re going to bring in.” As if remembering, Lee quickly checked his laptop that was setup in the corner and verified that all of the cameras that he had installed were in fact working and were streaming the events of the couple’s wedding night around the globe. He switched on a flat screen TV, located opposite Bessie’s stall that displayed each camera’s feed so that his wife could witness herself being milked properly for the first time.

“Does it make you horny to know that people all over the world can see what a cow I’ve married?” he asked as he pulled up Bessie’s skirts. She hadn’t worn panties for the wedding and her arousal was evident even if she hadn’t mooed her affirmation. He slid his fingers over her sex and smiled at the dampness but he wasn’t ready to consummate their marriage just yet.

He walked over to the side of the barn and picked up a long iron pole that had been warming next to one of the many heat lamps that were dotted around the barn. He walked back over to his prone wife and pressed the implement into her exposed backside and positioned himself so that he wasn’t blocking any cameras. When he removed the pole from her posterior, she could clearly see that Lee’s initials, “LM” had been neatly marked in black ink on her rear-end, they contrasted wildly with her pale white skin. “That’ll do for now Bessie, a mark to show who you belong to. It’ll look even better when I have Tomasz tattoo it on your arse for real. Maybe I’ll even have him brand it on.”

It was at that point that the new Mrs McKinnon had the first orgasm of her wedding night. “Oh, you like that idea, Bessie?” asked her husband. “I didn’t even have to touch you; you must be really enjoying this. But I wonder if you’ll enjoy what else I have planned as much?”