Hypnotized and Humiliated
By Karen Singer
Chapter 21 Part 3 of 3
How much longer was Phillip going to keep her there? She had been straddling the tub on all fours for hours now! She tried to keep as still as possible to keep the annoying bell from ringing, but down on all fours like she was, each little movement seemed to cause it to make noise. Twice Phillip had come out and dumped another glass of water into her bowl for her to drink, each time with the admonishment that she had keep drinking. He had also emptied the tub of pee beneath her… twice. So how much longer was she going to have to stay there?
Phillip had been shut away in the bedroom for quite a while now. Over an hour. He had gone in there and closed the door right after the last time he had emptied the tub beneath her. She had heard Vivian talking to him about the cucumber. She could pretty much imagine what she was making him do with it. Well, she could actually imagine several things, but she was guessing what he was really doing in there. The bedroom door opened again and she saw him and Dolly coming out. He didn’t exactly look happy, but then he had been in a foul mood all day… mostly directed at her.
Phillip checked the tub under Marian. There was pee in it again. But the tub was large enough that he wouldn’t have to worry about emptying it for a long time… all night if he wanted. He had only emptied it earlier because it stank so badly. Besides, with less of her pee sloshing around in the thing, it was easier to carry to the kitchen where he dumped it down the sink.
But now that he had come from practicing with the cucumber again, he was once again overly angry at Marian for getting him into this situation in the first place. He went to the kitchen where he grabbed another glass of water and poured it into her water bowl. “Keep drinking!” he ordered. He ignored Marian’s mooing protest. The damn cow! “Serves you right!” he muttered as he stomped off to the clanging of the cowbell and the mournful moos coming out of Marian… the cow.
After practicing with the cucumber again, he was more afraid than ever of the future that Mistress Vivian had hinted at for him. Yet he had no choice in the matter. Mistress Vivian had commanded it, and if he even tried to go against what Mistress Vivian wanted, then he would be wracked with the most horrible pain in the world. Pain that Marian claimed could actually kill him. He had… no choice at all – about anything anymore. He grabbed himself another glass of coke from the bottle in the refrigerator and took a large swallow to get the thought of what he had done in the bedroom out of his mind. It didn’t work.
With glass in hand, he headed for his bedroom where he grabbed his latest drawing pad. He carried it out to the living room to find a comfortable place to sit… where he didn’t have to look at Marian… which was difficult since she was hard to miss in the room. But he kept his head down as he finished his latest drawing.
But when the picture was finished, he flipped to a fresh page on the pad, and tried to come up with some new inspiration for his next picture. He heard Marian moo again and casually turned his head, catching sight of her out of the corner of his eye. He looked away, not wanting to look at her. But a moment later, he found himself watching her again. He moved his seat to sit on the couch where he could see her better. Once in place, he set his pencil to the paper again and began sketching.
Marian watched him drawing and looking at her frequently. She had no doubt that he was drawing her now, right in the humiliating position she was in. She mooed in protest, but he barely made any reaction at all. She mooed her protest again, but this time he ignored her completely. No woman wanted her picture done looking so horribly. Was Phillip being cruel again? She had no doubt at all. She lowered her head and took another drink. She was getting hoarse from all the mooing… and crying over her situation.
She didn’t want Phillip drawing her in such a ridiculous position. She didn’t want to be stuck on all fours for so long. She didn’t want to keep drinking from the bowl on the floor like an animal. She mooed at Phillip again, trying to will him to release her. But he was ignoring her moos. He gave no reaction at all… other than occasionally looking at her before going back to his drawing. She mooed louder in protest.
“I hear you,” Phillip replied. “Just shut up. I’m not done here yet.”
Marian mooed again. He really was being cruel. She mooed mournfully one more time before trying to suppress the moos for a bit.
Phillip was glad she had finally shut up… even though he knew it wouldn’t be for long. The compulsion kept her doing it all too often. But now that he had started this picture, he had no intention of letting her get up – no matter how much she wanted out of there. The stupid cow!
As he was still finishing the drawing, he realized his picture was cruel, but at the same time, it pretty much reflected the way he thought about her right then. Look what she had gotten him into… all because she had hypnotized him without even asking his permission. Yeah, she really did deserve what she was getting!
He finished shading the final little bit of the drawing, and then he stared at it for a while. He never showed his drawings to anyone… especially not his “special” drawings. But this one? With a flourish, he ripped the page out of the pad.
The sudden ripping sound startled Marian into another moo… and made her bell ring all too loudly. Then she saw Phillip get up from the couch. She saw him look into the tub where she had peed again… how long ago now? But he didn’t act like he was interested in pulling the tub away. She mooed hopefully.
“You stupid cow!” Phillip exclaimed. “You got me into this mess, and it just keeps getting worse and worse! So I drew you a picture. A picture of you! This is how I see you now. This is the way I’m always going to see you!” With that, he knelt down and turned the picture so that she could see it. “This!” Phillip said, “Is you!”
Marian mooed loudly in horror. It was all she could do. Talk about cruel! How could he? And then she saw him prop the picture up against his drawing pad that he leaned against the bottom of the couch so that she could see it. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the horrible image he had created.
“Keep drinking, you stupid cow!” Phillip told her. “I’ll get you more water.” He headed into the kitchen where he grabbed yet another glass of water that he dumped into her bowl… before pouring another glass of coke for himself. Then he headed for his computer to surf the web for a while… leaving Marian like she was… where she could easily see how he now pictured her.
Marian cried… again. She was doing a lot of that lately. Despite her crying, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the picture Phillip had drawn. Like all the rest of his work, it was amazingly well done. The detail almost made it seem all too real… which in this case, was part of the problem. He had drawn… her. Sort of. But he had drawn her partially as a cow. And worse, he had drawn her in what appeared to be a barn stall surrounded by hay. It was her body in the picture, but he had drawn large black splotches against her white skin resembling the markings of a cow. He had even included the collar and the bell that was now stuck around her neck. If she were closer to the picture, she had no doubt she could read the inscription on the bell.
In the picture, she was kneeling up straight and being milked. He had even drawn her hands playing with herself where they shouldn’t be. And of course, he had included the tub that was stuck between her legs. And more embarrassingly, he had drawn her peeing – while she was playing with herself, the pee obviously splashing around in all directions.
And of course, in the position he had placed her, the picture showed her being milked. But not by the breast pump she was really using. She had two large cups attached to her udders… breasts… that had tubing running off out of the picture.
But perhaps the worst part of all, was that he had drawn her kneeling there, playing with herself, peeing, getting milked… with a mouthful of hay sticking out from both sides of her mouth while she was eating it. And somehow, while the picture was undoubtedly her, he had managed to make her face look all too much like a cow. She wasn’t even sure what about the picture made her think that, but it was the impression it certainly seemed to give. And the almost blank uncaring expression on her face in the picture made her look all too… stupid.
On the side of the barn stall, she saw a sign that read, “Mooing Marian,” the same thing engraved on her bell. The overall effect of the picture was total cruelty, but evidently that seemed to be the way that Phillip saw her now. And the more she stared at the picture, the more she realized that that image was exactly what she was becoming… rapidly. She mooed… and cried.
It was a long while before Phillip came back to her. She was staring down at the floor instead of at the picture he had drawn. She looked up at him and mooed. He had no doubt it was a begging moo. Begging to be released. “In a few minutes,” he told her, not quite ready to let her up yet. He looked at the water in her bowl. “Finish that water first! You need to keep drinking.”
He headed back to his desk where he found a roll of tape and brought it back to her. Her head was stuck in the bowl, desperately trying to lap up the water that was still in it… just like a cow! He grabbed the picture he had drawn and taped it to the wall behind her. “Just to remind you what you are!” he said cruelly. He berated himself for being so horribly cruel. He knew he was being way out of line. It wasn’t like him at all. But damn it, he was frustrated! And… she deserved it. But he knew she didn’t really deserve any of the way he was treating her now. He just… couldn’t seem to help himself today.
He carefully pulled the tub out from between her legs and picked it up. “You can get up now,” he told her. He walked off, not caring about the couple of moos she let out as she again collapsed to the floor. In the kitchen, he dumped her pee down the sink and ran a little water in the tub to rinse it out. Then he poured Marian another glass of coke to drink.
He felt the need to pee again… and simply let it out into his already overly saturated diaper. There was little sense in holding it back. The bulk between his legs was more than a bit uncomfortable but he was managing. Could he get Marian to unfasten his diaper so he could change it? He’d give it a few more minutes. Maybe by then the amount he had just peed would show through more and Marian would open the tapes for him. He hoped.
Marian slipped her nightgown on… and pulled the damn bell out from under the neckline. The nightgown smelled almost as bad as she did. She headed for the couch to lay down again, hating the noise of the bell with every step she took. But at least the bell was slightly muffled now that it was hanging against her chest. She didn’t want the glass of coke he brought her… and told her she had to drink. Twelve glasses of something to drink each day was way, way too much! Yet she had no choice but to do as he said.
“Undo this diaper for me,” he commanded.
Marian was put off again by his attitude. She had half a mind to not undo the thing and leave him in it all night! But since his diaper was so obviously overly bloated her hand reached out anyway and pulled open the tapes on one side. It was enough to loosen the thing up so that it could slide down his leg.
“Damn cow!” Phillip muttered as he bent down to grab the overly sodden and smelly diaper. He walked off to put it into a plastic bag in the kitchen where it wouldn’t smell as bad.
Marian scowled at Phillip’s back as he walked off. She had no idea he could possess such cruelty. No idea! Damn him! Once she got herself out of this mess, if he couldn’t get himself free from Vivian’s mental conditioning, then that was going to be his tough luck. He didn’t deserve her help! The way he had become, once she got herself free, then stupid Phillip could just go hang!