Chapter 8

Sarah's decision

Sarah spent a restless night. It should have been an easy decision. Who would want to be a slave, no less than slave? She would be a human cow, subject to his whims. On the other hand, she would continue to be involved in his business, working on deals far larger and more exciting than anything she could ever hope to touch otherwise.

But her ability to produce milk would diminish and stop after, perhaps, fifteen years. What would happen to her then? Would he free her or would he keep her, and in what capacity? Her mind would still be sharp, so she would still be useful in his business dealings. But he might want to use her in other, more nefarious ways.

Then there was the matter of being a human cow. Interestingly, that subject didn't bother her. She supposed it was because she had accepted that her body belonged to him.

Then it occurred to her, if she left, she'd be taking his property with her. Why would he let her do that? Would he really do that? He'd worked for a year to convert her from a free, independent woman into what she was today. Whatever that was, certainly not a free, independent woman.

Where would she stay if she left? She had no money but was too well dressed to stay in a women's shelter. For that matter, would he give her a ride to town? She supposed he would, he was not a spiteful man, even if he had spent the last year taking her body away from her.

Then there was the matter of prostituting herself. While she had become a sex toy as well as a very sexual being over the last year, it had all been for Stone. Despite occasional comments about needing her holes available for clients, he had been the only one to use her since she met him. Could she have sex with a total stranger? She would not know if she would be safe. Despite all that he had done to her, Stone had always taken care of her. She felt safe with him.

She didn't realize how far her thinking had come to consider a man who regularly whipped her, used her body for his sole pleasure, and modified her body without her consent as someone she felt safe with. The old Sarah would have been scared of a man such as she now knew Stone to be.

Finally, she fell into an exhausted sleep with no decision made.

Stone, on the other hand, had spent a very restful night. Not that he was confident in her decision. It was that he saw this as a game. It would not be an interesting game if he always won. Of course, if he did win, then he'd have a human cow who'd voluntarily accepted her status.

He'd had one "trainee," Samantha, that hadn't agreed to be his property. That was his first "trainee" and his methods had come a long way since then. She'd left the next morning and stumbled along for a few days, selling some of her clothes to get money. He'd had her watched, of course. The game didn't end just because she'd left.

After a few days, he'd steered a female business associate, Margaret, her way. He made sure they "accidently" bumped into each other. After a couple of hours spent talking over drinks, Margaret offered Samantha a job and, naturally, she accepted. What Samantha didn't know was that Margaret also kept slaves and was a lesbian.

Well, it wasn't long before Samantha was on her knees eating Margaret's pussy in her office. Since then she'd become the office slut by day and collared slave by night.

He remembered her look the time Margaret and he'd both attended the same party. Margaret was leading a very nude Samantha around on a leash. Stone just commented to Samantha that he was glad she'd found her place in the world. Samantha was crushed at first but, feeling the caresses of her mistress, had settled complacently at her mistress's feet.

Stone realized then that his techniques did work, but some refinements and more "training" time were needed to be totally successful. That was why he had "trainees" sign up for a year rather than 9 months these days.

Sarah awoke at her normal time, groggy from lack of sleep. She had started getting ready for her work out before she realized today was the day of her big decision. The decision that would shape the rest of her life.

She decided to work out, figuring the exercise would help clear her mind and, perhaps, free her mind of all these conflicting thoughts to allow her to make a decision. Luckily, her bladder or her udders were not too full and so she could work out without asking Stone to unlock his pussy or milk her.

She was relieved to find that Stone had left the exercise room to her. He must have realized she needed the time to think. Then, forty-five minutes into her work out, she realized that she had made up her mind. Feeling as though a weight had lifted off her shoulders, she finished her work out.

Once Sarah had completed her exercises, she went in to the bathroom where she bent over awaiting the removal of her butt plug and subsequent enemas. Stone entered the room, not saying a word, and proceeded with the morning routine. One thing he did do differently was to quickly milk her by hand. That relieved some of the pressure that had been building. He did not sodomize her like he normally would have, instead, just left without saying a word.

While showering, Sarah mulled over her decision while rubbing her clit until she had an explosive climax. Refreshed and with renewed determination, she exited the shower and dried herself off. After putting on the shelf bra that Stone had left out for her, she walked into the dining room to find Stone already eating breakfast.

Once again, he said nothing, just nodded at her as he continued to eat his breakfast. Sarah, realizing she would not be able to eat or do anything else until she had informed him of her decision, walked over and stood in front of him. Standing there with her legs slightly spread and hands clasped behind her back, she started to speak.

Holding up his hand, Stone said "You realize this could be the last decision you ever make, don't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Either way, I want you to know it has been a pleasure molding you over the last year. Now, I find myself short of cream for my coffee. Bend over."

Sarah was thrown off by his statements. She'd planned on announcing that she would stay on with him as his cow. But he'd taken what little control she had in the situation away from her with that simple request for her to bend over. But her training kicked in and she bent over, making sure the nipple of her left breast hovered over his coffee cup.

Stone reached out and folded his fingers around her nipple, then proceeded to milk her until he had sufficient cream in his cup. Wiping his hand with his napkin, he motioned for her to stand up straight.

Once again, standing with her legs spread to display his pussy and her hands behind her back, she started to speak.

But, once again, Stone held his hand up, this time with the chain that locked her pussy lips together. "Shall I lock you up?"

Sarah realized that Stone would not let her have any control over how she announced her decision. She also realized that how she answered this question would seal her fate, one way or the other. Then, taking a deep breath, she said, "Yes, please lock up your pussy. Sir"

With that, Sarah became a human cow and his property.

Stone was not surprised with her decision. He knew that the year of conditioning would have made any other decision difficult for her. But he wanted her to feel as though she'd made the decision so she could never protest her fate.