I looked on unimpressed , and demanded to see more. Melinda went red as she began to undo more buttons on her blouse exposing more of herself. When she was down to just above her belly button I told her to stop.

I placed my fingers like hooks in either side of the now open blouse and pulled it wider apart so Melindas breasts held the blouse open. Melinda went red with embarrasment , exposed as she was , in the costume she loved , but hated. She wondered how I knew she wanted it or would wear it.

I traced small circles on the smooth shiny black and white patterned surface of her stomache. Melinda pulled her stomache in and away from me which only served to make her lovely mammary glands look bigger. Melindas breathing hurried at my touch as my fingers traced circles higher and higher until I cupped her breasts in my hands. I bounced her breasts up and down in my hands a little , Melinda could only close her eyes and hope her ordeal would end soon.

I pinched both her nipples between my thumbs and fingers and pulled gently away from her body. Her breasts pulled further through the holes in the cowsuit until they bulged out to my satisfaction. Melinda only could bite her bottom lip and wince a little.

I casually , and blatantly slid my spoon over the edge of my table onto the floor and looked down at it. Melinda still biting her lower lip , looking down at the spoon , not moving. I asked her if she was not going to pick it up. She pleaded me not to make her do it but I insisted and she fell to her knees , then onto all fours.

I reached down and held one of her breasts in my right hand. Both her breasts hung from her body and swayed slightly. I told her to stay still and began to knead her breast it in my hand squeezing her nipple between my fingers feeling it grow hard.

I asked her if she was enjoying herself , and she almost said no , then corrected herself and said yes. I enjoyed myself playing with my new freind , and she begged me quietly to let her go before someone saw her. While her mouth was saying stop , the rest of her body told me she was enjoying herself. Her eyes closed and she licked her lips and swayed making her free breast sway about a little.

Eventually a middle age couple took to their seats at a table nearby and I glanced down at Melinda and gave her an ultimatum. She could either stay as my cow for the evening or , get changed back to how she was and never hear from me again. She pleaded quietly not to make her say , but she knew I had the key to her collar , how could she get out of it without my help?

"I want to stay as your cow . but . where do I ." she whipered.

I told her I couldnt hear her .

"I want to stay as your cow" she said louder . one of the new customers glanced across the forest of tables wondering if she heard what she though she heard eminate from the girl who appeared to be kneeling near me.

Melindas face reddened as she heard her own words.

I whispered back smiling evily "not so loud , you dont want to making a scene. do you?". I glanced around pretending to be looking at several people.

I smiled down at her and saw her face was a mixture of emotions , embarrasment , humiliation , fear all in one. I told her to get up and do up her blouse and as she did , I passed her a second piece of paper which had an address and other instructions. I told her to come to the address at the end of her shift and I would let her have the key to get out of her cowsuit . if she wanted.

Melinda listened as I gave her my instructions . though she seemed more focused in hiding her shame, buttoning up her blouse. As I put some money on the table to pay my bill she hurriedly did up the last button on her blouse. I could only raise a half smile as she walked ahead of me to the next table and I could see some of the black patches of her cowsuit through the silk of her blouse.

As I walked by Melinda , I just drew a finger round one of the dark patches , and said aloud "mmm nice pattern" . and headed off. The customers at the table looked at me in confusion. Melinda I imagine must of just wanted the earth to swallow her up , knowing people were going to notice something wasnt quite right under that blouse.

Later that evening melinda found herself sat on her bed , her legs spread , facing the fullength mirror on the door of her bedroom. Her excitement and shame welled up in side her as she saw the sight in front of her. She stroked between her thighs wishing she could touch her flesh , but the catsuit acted as a barrier. She tested the collar again knowing it would only confirm what she knew already , it wasnt coming of without the key. The collar fit snuggly into the hoops round the neckpeice of the cowsuit , until the collar was undone , the suit stayed on.

Melinda cupped her breasts , they ached a little after being being constricted through the holes in the cowsuit. She hoped she would be allowed out of it soon . but . part of her wanted to keep it. Why did she feel the way she did ? She was very confused. She glanced at her watch again , it was time to get going.

Melindas car journey didnt take long , she knew the area in the address she had been given and soon she found herself stood at the doorway of the house.She was wearing her suit under her long black leather coat , and white high heels. That was it , her instructions didnt allow her to wear anything else. She stood nervously for a moment , hesitantly holding her finger over the door bell , then , finally , pressing it. As she heard the bell sound inside her stomache plummeted within her again.Her breath grew shallow as she pantd with nerves again , her warm breath forming small clouds in the cold night air. She knew , inside , I would be stirring , heading to the door to greet her. Melinda glanced around nervously tho the darkened street was absent with people.

The door swung open and I peered through to see Melinda standing in her long black coat. As she went to move into the house I stopped her , pressing the palm of my hand against her chest. I told her she wasnt coming in as she was. I told her to stand , legs slightly spread , her hands laced behind her head. She closed her eyes , slightly resigned to the idea , moved her feet apart , and placed her hands as I had told her. I undid the belt that held her coat closed , and undid the buttons , letting the long coat fall open. Once again , Melinda stood exposed to me , a stranger , once again.

The cold air took its toll on Melindas nipples as I ran my hands down her smooth lycra covered sides. My hands wrapped them selves round Melindas ass gripping her tightly. I let her go , spanking her gently which made Melinda flinch. I told her she could lower her hands to her sides. Melinda still motioned toward the door but I held her back , taking a chain from my pocket , and clipping it to a small ring in the front of her collar. I let the free end of the chain drop to the floor , letting it dangle between her breasts. I then pushed my hands between Melindas shoulders and her coat letting it slide over her arms , and down over her body. I gathered up her coat and drapped it over my shoulder. Melinda now stoodwith her black and white suited back to the rest of the darkened street. No one was about to see but Melinda wanted to get inside , this exposure was unbearable. I told her to get on all fours and she quickly did so , just so she could get inside. I smiled as she fell to her knees for me and I led her in by her chain.

Inside it was warm. I had kept the heating turned right up , just so Melinda would be comfortable for the rest of the evening. I hung Melindas coat up on one of the hooks then looked down at her. I told her how glad she had turned up and she just argued she had no choice , she needed the key if she was ever to be free of this humiliation I was putting her through. I reminded her that I had given her a choice before I left the cafe and she reddened again when she remembered how she chose to be my cow instead of being free. It was now she glanced ahead of herself to see the corridor ahead covered in some rubber sheeting , two paint pots side by side waiting for her.

I tugged at Melindas collar , telling her she hadnt far to go to earn her freedom. Melinda slowly crawled forward to the door at the end of the corridor , her free breasts swaying as she moved ,pulled along by the chain I held wrapped round my fist. The paint pots lay in her path , and soon the palms of her hands rested on the rubber sheeting in front of them. Melinda looked at me quizzically. I told her it was baby oil, I wanted her to cover her breasts with it , one pot of oil for each. I knelt behind the pots smiling at Melinda evily waiting for her to do as she was told. As she put her hand out to pick the pot up I slapped her hand away. I asked her what she thought she was doing. She looked at me confused , she was going to pour the oil on herlself as I had asked. I shook my head slowly looking wickedly at her , and told her to think again. Melinda realised she had to stay on all fours to do as I wanted. Carefully she moved over the pots hovering her breasts above them.

"You want me to lower my breasts into them ?" Melinda seemed excited by the idea , making her juices flow more than ever between her legs.

"No" I said .

".but ?" .

"They arent breasts anymore , are they !?" I retorted . "What are they Melinda?"

I could see Melinda scan her mind , her face betrayed the conclusion she came to.

"Udders" she said , as she looked down ashamed.

"Good. so little cow . tell me what it is your going to do." I said gently.

"Im going to dip my udders into the pots of oil" she said. Melindas voice trembled with shame and excitement.

"Well ? Im waiting" I said , smiling down at Melinda , she lined her self to immerse herself in the oil wating below her.

Melinda blushed with embarrasment as she bent her elbows , dropping her breasts in to the warm oil below. Her breasts forced the oil level up the sides of the pots , covering her breasts completely. I smiled seeing her embarrased face. Melinda looked down at herself between her forearms feeling the warm slippery oil spilling over the top of the pots coating her breasts.

I placed my hand on her shoulder blades , holding her down. I made her keep her position for a few moments then allowed her to lift herself from the oil pots. Oil oozed off her , dripping from her pointed nipples back into the pots below.

After most of the excess oil had dripped from her body , I moved the pots to one side and led her on towards the door. At the base of the door was a cowpatterned blindfold. I told her to put it on. This led to more anxiety from Melinda , but after more encouragement , and persuassion , she put the blindfold on. I swung the door open , seeing what fate lay in store for Melinda. She could only pant nervously , oblivious to what awaited her.

As I led Melinda in , she could just make out a high pitched whistle , a mechanical click click , then she could hear the high pitch start again , changing note , the Click Click once again. A camera began to document her arrival for her final humilation.

I told Melinda to rise to her feet. She carefully stood in her high heels her breasts still dripped with oil from where she had dipped herself. She panted still , listening for clues in the room , the Camera continued to click away as she moved her head round trying to learn what she could , her eyes unable to see.

Then unheard , unseen , someone took one of her wrists firmly , as did I. Melinda struggled for a moment before realising there was no escape. As she stopped resisting her new assailant cupped Melindas breast with their free hand , as did I. Melinda squirmed a little as the unseen people bagan to slip and slide , rubbing her breasts while the camera continued to click away. The roaming hands began to rub the oil down Melindas stomache and soon she was being massaged between her thighs. Her wrists were held away from her body by myself and my assistant. I could feel her trying to resist but she didnt cry out or panic. She lifted one foot from the floor , trying to bury her thigh into her crotch , but already my helper had began to masturbate Melinda through her catsuit and Melinda only helped keep the invasive hand firmly between her legs. The leg supporting her buckled, the excitement and humiliation taking its toll as the camera clicked on.

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