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PICTURE WITH KIND PERMISSION OF THE WONDERFUL FORMANT

A distinguished mistress visited my dairy farm and inquired about one very special piece of cattle in my stable, Bella. This is Bella‘s story:

Mistress, since you took interest in our Hucow, would you perhaps be interested in visiting the stables and inspecting Bella? We have three pieces of cattle at this time, and Bella’s two companions are your typical hucows whose intellectual capabilities have shrunk to a bare minimum within the years. Very patient and obedient beasts by now.

Bella, however, is something completely different. She has a Ph.D. in pharmacology and is a top-notch researcher in Behaviour Science and the Influence of Drugs. Shall I tell you the strange story how she got here?

When I first took over this dairy farm from my parents it was pretty run-down, and the prospects were bleak. So I picked up a little side business - human cattle. Very discreet, very much under the radar. So imagine my shock when I get a letter from some Dr. Xxxxx I had never heard of. The letter started with “I have heard of your interesting behaviour change experiments”, and I immediately thoughtt: “blackmail”. After all, not all cows, cats, dogs and ponies stay here completely voluntarily.

But I was wrong. The letter was about something quite different. Let me see, I must have it somewhere. Here it is!

“Dear Madam,

I was made aware by an interested party of your experiments with the transformation of women into milk cows. While I can’t condone such projects from a civil rights’ point of view, it so happens that the idea of spending a summer as a human cow intrigues me a lot.

I am therefore willing to refrain from reporting you to the authorities for now and as long as we are in an understanding. You will take me in on July 1st next summer, and you treat me exactly the same like any other cattle - with two exceptions.

I will not receive any drugs. Instead you will mix my very own special brew of herbs into my daily drinking water. In case you are curious: there are extracts from Peruvian coca leaves to sharpen all senses and reduce fatigue, Damiana leaves brew to keep my libido high, fennel and blessed thistle to maintain a high level of lactation, plus other, secret ingredients.

Secondly, my term with you ends on September 30th sharp. At that time you will release me from all bondage and machines. I will dress decently again, we will sit down and discuss the future. At that time, and based on the quality of the experience, I will also decide if I keep your farm a secret.

These terms are non-negotiable. There is no need to reply. With kind regards

Dr. Xxxxx . My bovine name will be Bellla.

P.S. It may be of interest for you that I am right now serving as surrogate mother and give birth around the end of May, in order to be well prepared for my summer job.”

Quite a bossy letter, right? And the contrast, that such a dominant woman would want to fulfil the most degrading and humiliating role in kinky sex and BDSM?! But I was in no position to argue.

Bella arrived as announced, a woman in her late 30s who had clearly given birth recently. She looked strong, a Scandinavian type of woman, tall, blonde, blue eyes, strict looking square glasses she would not need all summer. It was a no-nonsense encounter, no small talk. She wanted to get right into it. Maybe she was afraid of having second thoughts.

She undressed and entered our reception room / examination cabinet, and without much words our veterinarian examined her, took her weights and measurements, examined all of her cavities, and of course her udders. Already with a gentle squeeze, he started to make the milk flow.

So we hurried, postponed the masking and arm bondage for the moment, and got her immediately into the steel frame in her stable which forced her to bend over. I applied the pumps to her udders, and with a nice SCHLOCK SCHLOCK Bella’s first milking started.

Later, drained and exhausted, Bella lay on the fresh hay in her stable, now properly corsetted, with udder cups preventing unwanted lactation, her arms behind her back in the appropriate box shape armbinder, strict and inescapable, but also soft and comfortable, with real cow hide on the outside, where her arms would now stay for the entire summer. She looked so content and peaceful, her face still naked, her hair still on her scalp, not yet knowing the evil surprises I had prepared for her for the next day. But she had claimed it: no extra treatment.

Those were the exact word I woke her up with the next morning.

„No extra treatment, you wrote in your letter, right? So we will treat you exactly like any newcomer who has her own ideas about our program when she arrives. Punishment, discipline, subordination, breaking of her will. For them, the process is much easier because the tranquilizing drugs make them docile. But you reclined that help. Also, in order to discourage you from ratting us out at a later point, we will film the nicest, most degrading and embarrassing moments of your training and save them. I will keep the only copy on my my personal server – as long as this dairy farm exist.“

„Also, for this first lesson, we will not yet mask or gag you. We want you to be well recognizable for everybody and his grandma, Bella. Do you still have a grandma? Do you think she’d like a copy of the video?“

She looked up at me, first still groggy from her sleep in the hay, then, awakening and realising what I was explaining, more and more furious. She opened her mouth, obviously to protest, but wisely changed her mind and kept quiet.

I helped her up and led her to the insemination chamber where a special metal entrapment was waiting for her, with all steel cuffs invitingly open. I pushed Bella’s shoulders down until she was sitting on her heels. Then I wrapped wide metal clamps around her folded legs, welding her thighs and calves together. Thus, when I bent her forward now, her lower legs went up, and she was only resting on her knees. I bent her further and further until her shoulders touched the ground – and awkward and humiliating position.

With the help of my stable boy Tom, who would be her impregnator today, I lifted Bella on four posts, cylindrical stumps really, about three feet high, two for her knees and two for her shoulders. Wide straps made sure she could not fall off even when shaking or being shaken furiously. Additional safety came from a steel belt dangling from a thick chain from the ceiling. I locked it around her waist and shortened the chain a bit, making sure she would not slouch.

Next came an ass hook which I joined to her ponytail with a short rope. Her head was now pulled back, and her face forced to face forward.

„Smile, Bella, you are on camera!“

Then I told Tom to strip, removed his chastity belt, and let him pound Bella with all the vigour accumulated in two weeks of enforced chastity. It was quite a sight, and when I added the milking gear to her udders for the next milking while she was still being fucked, she came to a wild orgasm, with spasms and loud screams. We got it all on camera.

Well, Mistress, I will cut my story short here, it is becoming late, and I take it you will want to inspect Bella before it is dark? Let me just finish by saying that all this happened three years ago, and Bella is now already spending her third summer with us. Our relation still has a bit of blackmail-stale mate to it but I want to believe that by now we almost became friends – well – as much as the farmer and his most intelligent cow can become friends at all.

But please, Mistress, follow me to the stables now!

Description
PICTURE WITH KIND PERMISSION OF THE WONDERFUL FORMANT

A distinguished mistress visited my dairy farm and inquired about one very special piece of cattle in my stable, Bella. This is Bella‘s story:

Mistress, since you took interest in our Hucow, would you perhaps be interested in visiting the stables and inspecting Bella? We have three pieces of cattle at this time, and Bella’s two companions are your typical hucows whose intellectual capabilities have shrunk to a bare minimum within the years. Very patient and obedient beasts by now.

Bella, however, is something completely different. She has a Ph.D. in pharmacology and is a top-notch researcher in Behaviour Science and the Influence of Drugs. Shall I tell you the strange story how she got here?

When I first took over this dairy farm from my parents it was pretty run-down, and the prospects were bleak. So I picked up a little side business - human cattle. Very discreet, very much under the radar. So imagine my shock when I get a letter from some Dr. Xxxxx I had never heard of. The letter started with “I have heard of your interesting behaviour change experiments”, and I immediately thoughtt: “blackmail”. After all, not all cows, cats, dogs and ponies stay here completely voluntarily.

But I was wrong. The letter was about something quite different. Let me see, I must have it somewhere. Here it is!

“Dear Madam,

I was made aware by an interested party of your experiments with the transformation of women into milk cows. While I can’t condone such projects from a civil rights’ point of view, it so happens that the idea of spending a summer as a human cow intrigues me a lot.

I am therefore willing to refrain from reporting you to the authorities for now and as long as we are in an understanding. You will take me in on July 1st next summer, and you treat me exactly the same like any other cattle - with two exceptions.

I will not receive any drugs. Instead you will mix my very own special brew of herbs into my daily drinking water. In case you are curious: there are extracts from Peruvian coca leaves to sharpen all senses and reduce fatigue, Damiana leaves brew to keep my libido high, fennel and blessed thistle to maintain a high level of lactation, plus other, secret ingredients.

Secondly, my term with you ends on September 30th sharp. At that time you will release me from all bondage and machines. I will dress decently again, we will sit down and discuss the future. At that time, and based on the quality of the experience, I will also decide if I keep your farm a secret.

These terms are non-negotiable. There is no need to reply. With kind regards

Dr. Xxxxx . My bovine name will be Bellla.

P.S. It may be of interest for you that I am right now serving as surrogate mother and give birth around the end of May, in order to be well prepared for my summer job.”

Quite a bossy letter, right? And the contrast, that such a dominant woman would want to fulfil the most degrading and humiliating role in kinky sex and BDSM?! But I was in no position to argue.

Bella arrived as announced, a woman in her late 30s who had clearly given birth recently. She looked strong, a Scandinavian type of woman, tall, blonde, blue eyes, strict looking square glasses she would not need all summer. It was a no-nonsense encounter, no small talk. She wanted to get right into it. Maybe she was afraid of having second thoughts.

She undressed and entered our reception room / examination cabinet, and without much words our veterinarian examined her, took her weights and measurements, examined all of her cavities, and of course her udders. Already with a gentle squeeze, he started to make the milk flow.

So we hurried, postponed the masking and arm bondage for the moment, and got her immediately into the steel frame in her stable which forced her to bend over. I applied the pumps to her udders, and with a nice SCHLOCK SCHLOCK Bella’s first milking started.

Later, drained and exhausted, Bella lay on the fresh hay in her stable, now properly corsetted, with udder cups preventing unwanted lactation, her arms behind her back in the appropriate box shape armbinder, strict and inescapable, but also soft and comfortable, with real cow hide on the outside, where her arms would now stay for the entire summer. She looked so content and peaceful, her face still naked, her hair still on her scalp, not yet knowing the evil surprises I had prepared for her for the next day. But she had claimed it: no extra treatment.

Those were the exact word I woke her up with the next morning.

„No extra treatment, you wrote in your letter, right? So we will treat you exactly like any newcomer who has her own ideas about our program when she arrives. Punishment, discipline, subordination, breaking of her will. For them, the process is much easier because the tranquilizing drugs make them docile. But you reclined that help. Also, in order to discourage you from ratting us out at a later point, we will film the nicest, most degrading and embarrassing moments of your training and save them. I will keep the only copy on my my personal server – as long as this dairy farm exist.“

„Also, for this first lesson, we will not yet mask or gag you. We want you to be well recognizable for everybody and his grandma, Bella. Do you still have a grandma? Do you think she’d like a copy of the video?“

She looked up at me, first still groggy from her sleep in the hay, then, awakening and realising what I was explaining, more and more furious. She opened her mouth, obviously to protest, but wisely changed her mind and kept quiet.

I helped her up and led her to the insemination chamber where a special metal entrapment was waiting for her, with all steel cuffs invitingly open. I pushed Bella’s shoulders down until she was sitting on her heels. Then I wrapped wide metal clamps around her folded legs, welding her thighs and calves together. Thus, when I bent her forward now, her lower legs went up, and she was only resting on her knees. I bent her further and further until her shoulders touched the ground – and awkward and humiliating position.

With the help of my stable boy Tom, who would be her impregnator today, I lifted Bella on four posts, cylindrical stumps really, about three feet high, two for her knees and two for her shoulders. Wide straps made sure she could not fall off even when shaking or being shaken furiously. Additional safety came from a steel belt dangling from a thick chain from the ceiling. I locked it around her waist and shortened the chain a bit, making sure she would not slouch.

Next came an ass hook which I joined to her ponytail with a short rope. Her head was now pulled back, and her face forced to face forward.

„Smile, Bella, you are on camera!“

Then I told Tom to strip, removed his chastity belt, and let him pound Bella with all the vigour accumulated in two weeks of enforced chastity. It was quite a sight, and when I added the milking gear to her udders for the next milking while she was still being fucked, she came to a wild orgasm, with spasms and loud screams. We got it all on camera.

Well, Mistress, I will cut my story short here, it is becoming late, and I take it you will want to inspect Bella before it is dark? Let me just finish by saying that all this happened three years ago, and Bella is now already spending her third summer with us. Our relation still has a bit of blackmail-stale mate to it but I want to believe that by now we almost became friends – well – as much as the farmer and his most intelligent cow can become friends at all.

But please, Mistress, follow me to the stables now!