Hypnotized and Humiliated
By Karen Singer
Chapter 25 Part 2 of 3
As usual, Phillip delayed as long as he dared before heading out to get lunch for himself and Marian, hoping that most people would be gone so it would be fewer people who would see him. He absolutely hated having to go out anywhere, especially lately. Every day his life got worse and worse – more and more humiliating. As quickly as his high heeled feet would take him, he went down the elevators and out to his car. He had no intention of getting out of the car again for any reason at all until he got back to the office again. He missed the “old days” when he could go out and enjoy lunch with the other guys in the company. That little bit of pleasure would never happen again. Never!
Same old fast food. Same old drive-thru. Same meals ordered. And the same girls working inside coming to look through the window to check him out. Didn’t they have any idea how humiliated he was? Most likely, because he kept showing up that way, they figured he wanted them to check him out. How wrong they were! And right. But he didn’t want to think about that.
As quickly as he could, he hurried back to the office and back upstairs to eat…but not to get changed yet. He didn’t even bother asking Marian if she would change him. He already knew he hadn’t wet himself enough yet for her to help him with that problem. He had every intention of spending the rest of the afternoon sitting in his seat and not getting up again. He was worried enough as it was that the bulk of his diapers might be showing underneath the pants he was wearing.
By midafternoon, Marian’s breasts were aching. When she was sure nobody was looking, she rubbed them a bit, but only for a brief moment. She didn’t want anyone to see her doing something like that. Those darn pills Vivian kept forcing on her were making her produce more and more milk every day. And while she wasn’t totally sure, she was fairly certain that being kept on that damn milking machine for so long each time was compounding the problem and making her produce even more since it drained her so thoroughly each time. And the result was that now it was only the middle of the afternoon, and her breasts were again heavy and aching – and she was already looking forward to being milked – and not looking forward to it. But with each passing few minutes, her heavy aching breasts had her looking forward to it more.
Shortly before quitting time, Marian had to get up and head out to the elevators for another mooing session. The elevators were starting to feel like a second home – a safer home. After the elevators, she again headed to the ladies room to relieve herself. But this time her breasts were aching enough that instead of her hands finding the place they usually went to, where they really shouldn’t ever be, she found herself rubbing and pushing against her heavy aching breasts again while she was in the privacy of the stall. They felt heavy, and aching, and her nipples were now feeling irritated.
Annoyed at the feeling, she adjusted her clothes, and in the process, looked down inside her open jacket towards her breasts. She nearly fainted. There were small wet spots on her blouse right over where her nipples were. She had to be leaking inside her bra and that leaking was now transferring to her blouse. It was only her jacket that was keeping anyone from noticing.
With no way to do anything about the problem, she left the stall, glancing at the sinks. She really wanted to wash her hands, but she couldn’t do that anymore. She was glad that for once her hands had stayed away from that certain area of her body – even though they had been there earlier. She had no doubt that if someone ever got too close to her, they would smell something – off. Hopefully, they’d never know exactly what. Holding her jacket closed, she headed back to the office.
When quitting time came, as they always did, Marian and Phillip headed downstairs with everyone else. Then as always, they turned around and came back up again. Only this time, Marian told Phillip not to bother with doing any more work. She waited only five minutes. Five minutes that she was hoping would be enough time for Vivian to be long gone. Then she turned out the lights and they went back down to the car.
“Why the hurry?” Phillip asked, not at all happy about being paraded in front of way too many people who were still around while he was dressed so foolishly.
“I’ve got to get out of here!” Marian told him, half panicked.
“Why the rush today?”
“Because I’m leaking!”
“What do you mean you’re leaking? How can you leak? You’re not wearing diapers like I am. I’m the one with that problem.”
“Not like that!” she told him as they passed outside through the door. “My breasts are leaking.”
“Your breasts? How can they leak?”
“Because they’re getting too full! And now they’re leaking!”
“I didn’t know that was possible.”
“Well now you do!”
As soon as they got to her car, she unlocked it and they both got in. The sight of the darn cowbell in Phillip’s hands both annoyed and scared her. She opened her jacket a little to see her blouse. The wet spots had grown. “See,” she told him. “Leaking!”
Phillip didn’t know if he should laugh or feel sorry for her. “So what are you supposed to do about it?”
“Women who are nursing have to use special bras sometimes. And often they have to buy special inserts to protect everything when they leak. This bra doesn’t give at all and as my breasts get bigger with milk during the day, the pressure builds up, and now they’re leaking.”
She was hoping that the little hint she had just dropped would be enough for him to realize that maybe he should get her some better bras and the breast pads, but she had no doubt that it didn’t faze him at all. Especially since a moment later he reached over and buckled the damn cowbell around her neck again. She nearly broke down in tears.
As soon as they got home, and because of how full her breasts were, Marian asked him to milk her early. But Phillip wouldn’t hear of it – according to Mistress Vivian, she had to be milked at six in the morning and six at night. Instead, he had her finally change his now very bloated diaper for him. The process took longer than usual because she had to pull his pants down for him and then redress him fully again when she was done, but the fresh diaper was a total relief as far as he was concerned.
When she was done with his diaper, Marian asked again about being milked early, but all it earned her was to be ordered to her stall instead. And once the order was given, she found herself naked except for her shoes and her bell, and crawling into her makeshift stall where she couldn’t get out until he told her she could. And once again she couldn’t walk except on all fours, she couldn’t talk other than to moo, and she couldn’t use her hands other than to play with herself again – for now, she avoided that little headache. At least for a while.
She just stood there on her hands and knees, hoping he would finally come back and milk her. She couldn’t see the clock from where she was, she couldn’t see much of anything. It was like most of the world had been removed from her. Was that how a real cow felt when it was confined to a lonely stall? With nothing better to do, she tried to force her mind to think about what humiliating things she could buy for him when she went out shopping after she got milked. And she was looking forward to that more than ever now because her breasts would be empty and wouldn’t ache, and despite having her bell clanging with nearly every step she took, at least she would be out of the stall and could live…at least somewhat…like a human again.
At exactly six o’clock, Phillip and Dolly carried the milking machine into Marian’s stall. As he entered the stall, Marian quickly got into place over top of her tub. She had pestered him to milk her early, but Mistress Vivian had said six in the morning, and six in the evening, and he had no choice but to follow that schedule. Besides, he saw no reason at all to do it any sooner. So what if her breasts hurt and were leaking. The way things were going, she had better start getting used to it because he had no doubt that she would be producing more and more milk as time went on. Milk, that he would be forced to drink – from the stupid baby bottles. Ugh!
Besides that, he had another reason for not hurrying to milk her. He had no doubt that she couldn’t wait to get out of there to go shopping – to buy him more humiliating things to wear. No, he wasn’t going to give her any chance to get out of there early at all!
Once the milking machine was turned on, he watched it for a few minutes. It was pulling the milk out of her as heavily as he had ever seen it. Marian’s eyes were closed and once again her hands were busy where he had no doubt she was getting far more pleasure out of this deal than she let on. He shook his head in disgust. As he turned away, he knew he’d have to watch the clock and come back in a few minutes – to empty the machine and then put it back on her again. She was now producing too much milk for the machine to pull at one time.
Marian could literally feel the pressure being pulled away from her breasts. The moo she let out was for once, one of pleasure. Ahhh! Relief! With her eyes closed, she concentrated on that wonderful feeling and tried to ignore the other feelings she was getting from somewhere further down on her body – where relief didn’t come into play anymore. With the pressure draining away, she allowed herself to drain her bladder too, once again soaking her hands that she couldn’t get fully out of the way. It was becoming something she barely noticed anymore. Feeling much better already, she allowed herself to turn her mind back towards what she could possibly buy for Sissy Phillip to humiliate him more than he already was.
It seemed like no time though to Marian before Phillip was back again and removing the milking machine. She mooed her surprise, but he ignored her completely. Had it been half an hour already? She had no way of knowing. She dropped to all fours and wandered away from the smelly tub that had been between her legs. Now how long was it going to be before she let him go shopping?
A few minutes later, Phillip was back again – with the milking machine in his hands and empty. “Back where you belong!” he ordered nastily. “We’re not done yet.”
“Moo!” Marian bellowed. But she moved back over the tub again and her hands automatically went to that bad spot as Phillip again hooked the machine up to her udders…breasts…udders. And once again she realized that more milk was still coming out of her. It was so demeaning!
This time the milking machine seemed to stay on her longer than the first time. She had no idea where Phillip was or what he was doing. She couldn’t see him at all. She wondered if there was some way she could at least get a clock of some sort hung on the wall where she could see it. But that wouldn’t do her any good right then. “Moo!” she bellowed. But as usual, nobody paid any attention.
Marian had no way to actually know how much time had elapsed, but it wasn’t until almost twenty minutes later that Phillip finally came back and removed the milking machine. He winced when he saw that the collection bottles were each half full. She was really starting to produce much more milk, and faster now. And worse, he was going to have to drink it all. Ignoring her, he carried the machine into the kitchen to empty it into more baby bottles.
Once he was done, he grabbed one of her pills from the bottle and poured her a fresh bowl of water. With Dolly tucked carefully under his arm, he carried them out to her.
“Moo!” Marian bellowed, wanting to be released from her stall. But she had no choice but to let him put the pill into her mouth and then dunk her head down to the water to start drinking it.
“I’ll be back with something for you to eat in a minute,” Phillip muttered.
“Marian wasn’t happy at all. Once again Phillip was going out of his way to treat her like an animal. She was more resolved than ever to find him the most humiliating things possible later tonight. She had to – because the jerk absolutely deserved it!
Phillip certainly didn’t feel like cooking anything. With little else in the house, he wound up pouring her another bowl of cereal to eat. But the damn cow wouldn’t know the difference anyway. Besides, he had gotten her a hamburger and some fries for lunch, so what was the difference. She still got something different to eat then.
With the cereal and more fresh water set in front of her, he grabbed his sketch pad and a pencil and sat on the couch…along with one of the baby bottles full of her milk. While he waited for her to finish eating, he concentrated on trying to come up with a concept for another picture. As far as his own dinner was concerned, he had decided to eat by himself…later…while he was out. He wasn’t going to cook something unless it was absolutely necessary and he preferred fast food. He would go through another drive-thru and order something and then sit in the car and eat it. He would only leave the car when he absolutely had to – which was still going to mean several hours wandering around being totally humiliated – in public! He wasn’t looking forward to it.
“Moo!” Marian bellowed. Then she mooed again, trying to get Sissy Phillip’s attention. She could hear him on the other side of the couch, but he didn’t seem to be paying any attention to her again. “Moooo!” she bellowed again.
“Shut up!” Phillip yelled. “I’m busy!”
“Moooo!” Marian bellowed again angrily. But as usual, it did her no good.
Phillip finally closed his drawing pad. He needed to go shopping and there would be no putting it off. And worse, he couldn’t go unless the damn cow decided he looked okay. “Get out of there now,” he yelled without bothering to get up from the couch.
Marian couldn’t believe it. As fast as she could, she crawled out of her stall and got to her feet. Whew! Standing up was actually a big relief. “Why did you keep me there so long?” she angrily yelled at him.
Phillip stood up and glared back at her. “You want to go straight back to your stall for the rest of the night?”
Marian was shocked that he would even consider threatening her like that. “You can’t!” she said. “Vivian says we have to go shopping! And if we don’t hurry, we won’t be able to.”
“You think I care?” Phillip replied.
Marian looked at him. The jerk was just mean enough to actually send her back to her stall anyway. “What do you want?” she asked.
“I want to know if I look okay to go shopping now?” he asked her.
She was more than a bit angry at him. If she could have thought of anything more humiliating to do to him just then she would have. “Yeah,” she said. “Just do your lips again, and you’ll be fine.”
“Thanks,” he replied as he headed for the kitchen where his purse was.
“What do you want me to wear?” she asked. “What I had on earlier?”
“No,” he replied. “I don’t want you wearing anything but that bell around your neck…and those heels of course,” he added.
“But I’ll get arrested!” Marian complained. “And you know Vivian specifically told us that we can’t do anything to get anyone arrested!” When she got no answer from him, she followed him into the kitchen. She stood there and watched as he fixed his lipstick. “What do you really want me to wear?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he told her as he put the lipstick away in his purse. He turned to her. “Back in your stall. Right now!” he ordered.
For Marian, it was like something had just ripped her legs out from under her as she found herself suddenly down on her hands and knees crawling toward her stall on the other side of the wall. Once inside, she turned around and mooed. She saw Phillip come out of the kitchen and look down at her.
“You don’t need to wear anything because you’re not going out,” he told her. “As long as you stay right here, you can’t buy anything else to humiliate me.” With that said, he and Dolly turned and walked straight out of the apartment – to the tune of Marian’s continuous protesting moos.
Marian couldn’t believe that he would do that to her. She had to go shopping! Vivian had commanded it and Phillip knew that. Her head was suddenly hit with a blinding pain right at the very back. Fortunately, the pain slacked off after a few minutes, but it refused to go away. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t leave her stall!