Friday, May 29, 2015

Hypnotized and Humiliated - Chapter 28 Part 2 of 3

Hypnotized and Humiliated
By Karen Singer

Chapter 28 Part 2 of 3

With Vivian’s place finally clean, Marian looked all around, searching for something else to do that would delay her going back to Phillip’s apartment for a while – only because she really didn’t want to go out shopping…and mooing.  She already knew she wasn’t going to have much of a choice about going out in public.  It was the mooing part that was going to make things that much worse.  But with nothing left to do, she had no choice but to climb into Phillip’s car and let him drive them back.
Shortly after they got home, Phillip handed her another glass of water to drink…along with one of her pills she had to take.  Ugh!  She wasn’t at all happy with how well those stupid pills seemed to be working on her.  She could already feel her udders getting bloated again.  Would it be better to go out now, mooing all over the place for the amusement of everyone else, or would she be better off waiting until after her milking session?  She finally decided to delay, if only because after being milked, Phillip would have to let her out of her stall so she could go shopping.  Otherwise, she could all too easily picture him forcing her to stay in her stall for the rest of the night.  Especially in light of the bad mood she was anticipating that he would be in as the time for his own departure drew nearer. 
With nothing better to do, she turned the TV on, and did her best to think of herself as being human…despite mooing every few minutes. 

Phillip chewed on the nipple of the baby bottle in his mouth.  He was laying on his bed with Dolly cradled to his chest, and staring at the ceiling, but all his mind could think about was what would happen later that night.  Mistress Vivian would be taking him out again – to that…place.  And he would be forced to suck whatever cock got stuck through the hole in the wall.  Ugh!  He had to remove the baby bottle from his mouth at just the thought of it, because even that touching his lips was too similar to what he knew he would soon have to endure.
He wanted his mind to rant and rave at Marian again, but for once he really couldn’t place the blame on her.  Well, not all of it.  She was certainly the one who was ultimately responsible, but in reality, it was Mistress Vivian who was the real problem.  But Mistress Vivian was the problem only because of what Marian had done to him in the first place.  So he had no problem blaming Marian at all – still.  He just wanted to feel angrier at Marian than he did just then.  He wanted to feel the anger toward her that he usually felt…if for no other reason than to get the satisfaction out of doing something or saying something to her so he could lash out his frustrations on someone.  And he had plenty of frustrations to go around!
But despite wanting to rant and rave at Marian, he simply didn’t feel that way about her just then.  Not since yesterday really…yesterday when she had basically turned him into a child by making him wear that princess costume everywhere.  Had he really done that?  It was the stuff of his fantasies – times ten!  And ever since then, though he tried to think of her like he always did, today he was simply finding it a bit more difficult. 
His head turned and he checked the clock again.  What time was Mistress Vivian coming?  He really had no idea.  He’d just rather that she didn’t come at all.  But as the minutes continued to drag by, he knew that whatever time she was coming for him, that time was coming closer and closer. 
And thinking about time, he wondered when Marian was planning on going out.  He had that delightful cow costume to spring on her for when she did go, but so far, all she seemed to be interested in doing was sitting and watching TV.  At least that’s what he thought she was doing.  He could faintly hear the TV playing out in the living room.  Curious, he got up to find out.  He opened his bedroom door and looked.  She was just sitting there watching a movie.  He saw her turn her head toward him…and moo.
“Are you going shopping today?” he asked. 
She nodded her head…and mooed again. 
“When?” he asked.
Marian rolled her eyes.  How the heck could she tell him later, after she got milked.  She waved her hands and mooed.  It was the best she could do.
Phillip shook his head, not sure he was understanding what she was trying to say.  “Whatever it is, I take it you’re not interested in going out right now,” he said to her, and saw her nod her head…and of course, moo.  He stared at her for a minute before carrying Dolly into the kitchen.  He grabbed her a tall glass of Coke and brought it out to her.  “Here,” he said as he handed her the glass.  “Drink this.”  Then he went back and grabbed himself yet another of her stupid baby bottles of milk and carried it back to the bedroom – to continue fretting over his situation. 
Marian drank the glass of Coke slowly.  Her mind wasn’t on the TV anymore, it was on Phillip instead.  He had actually seemed somewhat civil again.  What was going on with him today?  And on a day when she figured that his problems would have him treating her worse than ever!  She only knew she was grateful for small favors. 

It was a while later when Phillip rolled over on the bed and glanced at the clock again.  It was nearly six o’clock.  Nearly time to start milking Marian again.  And whatever time that Mistress Vivian was coming for him, it was growing closer to that inevitable time too.  His mind had lapsed nearly into a fog on the subject of later that night.  He was doing his best to not think about it – as impossible as that was.  He felt himself peeing again…not that it mattered.  Except that it did matter.  His diaper was horribly wet.  Would Marian remove it for him now?  He could only hope. 
Rolling off of the bed with Dolly still cradled in his arm, he filled his hands with empty baby bottles and left his bedroom.  Marian was still watching TV.  He envied her just then…only for not having the horrible weight of what he would have to endure hanging over her head.  But then she was going to have to go out, sometime that night, and spend two hours in public – dressed as a cow!  And being only able to moo too!  He smiled a bit at that thought.  After enduring parading around last night as a Princess, he figured it would serve her right to have to endure showing off what a cow she was. 
He deposited the empty baby bottles in the kitchen, then went as far as the doorway and called, “Marian.  Milking time.”
Marian sighed.  She knew the time had been getting closer.  Her bloated udders were aching horribly now.  Still, it had been awfully nice to spend the day wearing clothes and just relaxing and watching TV – like a human.  She stood up from the couch and mooed, and pointed at Phillip’s computer.  But he had turned away and didn’t see her.  Instead of getting undressed she went to his computer and woke it up.  As soon as she could, she started typing.
Phillip and Dolly finally came out of the kitchen with Marian’s milking machine.   “What are you doing?” he asked as he automatically headed for her to see.
“Moo!” Marian said, trying to emphasize how important she thought what she was doing was.
Phillip walked up next to her and read the note she had typed. 
“You want me to ask Mistress Vivian if she’ll let you stop mooing while you’re out tonight?”
“Moo,” Marian replied, nodding her head.
Phillip stared at her for a moment, then replied, “We’ll see.  Now get undressed and get into your stall.  Let’s get your milking started.”
Marian rolled her eyes.  She had tried.  She closed the note so that Vivian would never see it if she came in, and started getting undressed.
“Can you unfasten this diaper for me?” Phillip asked as soon as she was naked.  “It’s awfully wet.”
Marian looked at his diaper.  It was indeed more than wet enough.  She reached out and ripped open the tapes and the soggy thing fell to the floor. 
“Thanks,” Phillip said.  “Now it’s milking time.”
Marian was again struck by how civil he seemed to be behaving.  She mooed a quick response, and two minutes later, the aching pressure was being removed from her udders.

Phillip glanced at the clock, then back to the milk flowing from Marian’s udders into the machine.  It was just a trickle now.  Not much more than a few drops.  But he had emptied the machine twice this time and it was now on her for a third time – and the bottles were each nearly a third full.  The amount of milk she was producing was still increasing.  She was now producing enough that he figured he’d never drink anything but her dumb milk again!  Never!  Ugh!  But having her milk in his mouth would be a whole lot better than that something else that would be in his mouth later that night.  He still hoped that Mistress Vivian might forget all about it and he wouldn’t have to go.
His dreams were shattered though by the urgent knocking on his door, punctuated by an angry moo from Marian.  When he opened the door, a completely yellow clad Mistress Vivian pushed past him. 
“Is she still on the machine?” Vivian asked as she hurried in.  “I tried to get here earlier but the last checkout line was horrible!”
“She’s still on it,” Phillip replied to her back, but by then she was already in the living room.
Vivian smiled in delight.  Especially seeing the tiny bit of milk still dripping from Marian’s udders.  “How much did she produce this time?”
Phillip pointed toward the kitchen.  “I’ve got five bottles on the counter already.  And I had to empty it twice this time.”
Vivian let out a ridiculous crowing laugh.  “Maybe we really do need to buy her an industrial one.”  She bent down and looked straight into Marian’s eyes.  “I think I will look for one for you.  I just know a stupid cow like you will love it!”
Marian couldn’t help the moo that escaped her lips. 
“How much longer till she’s done?” Vivian asked.
Phillip again glanced at the clock.  “Five minutes,” he told her.  He looked at Marian’s udders inside the plastic of the machine for a few moments.  It didn’t look like any more milk was coming out now. 
“What are you going to be wearing tonight?” Vivian asked as they waited.
“I don’t know,” Phillip replied.  He glanced down at the clothes he had been wearing all day.  “This, I guess.  I really have no idea at all.”
“Vivian turned toward Marian.  “Is that what you want him wearing tonight?”
Marian shook her head and mooed. 
Vivian smiled.  She didn’t like that the outfit Phillip was currently wearing wasn’t as flamboyant as she hoped it would be.  Not after seeing some of the things Marian had bought for him when they had gone shopping together.  But that brought up another question.  “Has she been out today to moo and delight the public?”
“Not yet,” Phillip replied.  But that led to the note that Marian had typed a short while ago.  “She wanted me to ask you though if you could let her stop mooing when she goes out so she can shop better.”
Vivian put a mock look of surprise on her face.  But in reality she was all too delighted.  “Why would she ever want something like that?  She’s a cow.  Let everyone see how much of a cow she really is!”  The smile on her face as she glanced down at Marian was about as wicked as it could get.  “You don’t stop mooing until Monday morning after you get milked, you damn cow!”
Marian could do nothing but moo and fume in frustration.  A minute later, she was glad to have the milking machine removed from her breasts.  She wanted to get out of her stall, but before she could, at Vivian’s direction, Phillip brought her a bowl of water and another bowl of cereal to eat.  He also shoved another of those pills she hated so much into her mouth.  Marian was forced to eat her entire dinner in her stall – for the amusement of Vicious Vivian.  Ugh!
As soon as Marian was done eating, Vivian turned to Phillip and ordered, “Get her out of there now!  We’ve got places to go…and I’ve still got shopping to do.”  She turned to Marian.  “And so do you,” she added with delight, knowing that Marian could only moo while she was out.  As soon as Marian was out of the stall, she asked.  “Now what do you want him to wear?  And it better be good!”
Despite herself.  Marian smiled and mooed.  She looked at Phillip and mooed again as she moved her hands in a way that she hoped he’d get the message to start undressing.  Fortunately, he did.
Phillip was suddenly dreading even more having to go out.  What demented thing had Marian found for him to wear now?  His mind however raced back to the day before and he found himself actually hoping it was another princess costume…if only so he could concentrate on that instead of the horror of what he’d be soon faced with.  He didn’t get his wish.  Not…exactly.

Phillip felt his face flushing as Mistress Vivian laughed delightedly at the sight of him.  He was wearing three diapers again.  This time with the inner ones slit like he had done with Marian a few days before.  He was still wearing one of his normal small bras – and he supposed he was grateful for that.  His legs were covered in bright multi-colored tights with a rainbow of colored stripes going up his legs.  He’d had a difficult time pulling them up over top of his very, very thick diapers.  The shoes she had picked out for him were the simple black flats that he owned.  The comfortable ones. 
The top he was wearing was without a doubt created for a child.  It was just in a large enough size that he could wear it.  It had a big rainbow across the front and the words “Rainbow Brite” printed under it.  The makeup she had put on him, according to Mistress Vivian, had been done to make him look younger again.  He had the biggest bow in his hair that Marian could find – that had been on the top of her head.  She’d had to point to it to get the idea across that she wanted to put it on him instead of the small one that had been in his hair before.  And then she had added a rainbow colored plastic headband to his head with two larger overly colorful flowers sticking up on long stalks from the top of it.  The crazy headband had been made for a child and was tight enough to hurt his head.  He could actually feel those big bright flowers moving a bit as he moved his head.  And then she had pulled out the final piece.  Over top of his rainbow patterned tights covering his diapers, he was wearing a big rainbow colored net tutu for a skirt.
She had dressed him as a child again.  Like a little girl – again.  A very colorful little girl.  And Mistress Vivian was laughing at him almost uncontrollably.  He felt himself wetting his diaper in embarrassment…adding to his humiliation.  Not that anyone would ever know.  And not that it would ever matter.  He had enough diapers on him to last a very long time. 
Vivian was beside herself at the way Phillip looked.  “Absolutely scrumptious!” she exclaimed, still laughing.  “Absolutely scrumptious,” she emphasized again.  She finally got herself a bit more under control.  And looked at the naked cow who was now standing back and just watching.  “And what do you want your cow to wear while she’s out tonight?”  She was surprised to see what looked like a smile of delight on Phillip’s face.
Leaving the women in the living room, Phillip and Dolly waddled into the bedroom and went into his closet where he grabbed the bag from the costume store and a different pair of heels for her. 
Marian was more than a bit nervous as she waited for Phillip to come back.  She tried to imagine what horrible things he had found for her to wear, but her mind came up with nothing.  She was quite surprised though to see the name of the store on the bag when he brought it out.  The place he had bought whatever it was that he had found, didn’t bode well for her.  She was somewhat familiar with the store.  She watched as he opened the bag and extracted the box.  And she watched as he opened the box.  And she felt herself growing nauseous – as Vivian started laughing uncontrollably again.
As Phillip extracted the cow costume from the box, Vivian wanted to say how perfect it was for Marian, but she was laughing so hard she was starting to feel sick.  She was still laughing that way when she collapsed onto the couch – very much afraid she’d wet herself over the matter. 
Marian mooed her disgust at the situation…and at Phillips all too delighted smile.  She reached out to take the costume to put it on, but Phillip withheld it. 
“Not yet,” Phillip told her.  “Into the bedroom first and lay down on the bed.”
Not liking what he had said, Marian had no choice but to comply.  A minute later, she was horrified as he started diapering her.  “I told you that when you put more than one diaper on me, for every diaper I have to wear, you’re going to wear one more.  Horrified, Marian had to lay there as he put four of his super thick diapers onto her before he let her get up.  Her legs were splayed very wide apart.  She could hardly walk.  She mooed in protest, but all it earned her was a look of delight on Phillips face – and more laughing from Vicious Vivian – who suddenly went running for the bathroom, still laughing uncontrollably. 
Back in the living room, Phillip handed her the cow costume to put on.  She had to remove her red heels one at a time as she stuck her legs into the tight black and white legs of the costume.  But instead of putting her red heels back on, Phillip handed her a pair of black heels instead.  A pair that she actually liked better because they were more comfortable. 
Before pulling the costume over her body, Phillip stopped her again and grabbed her bra and helped her put it on…actually fastening it behind her for her.  She mooed her appreciation at the small favor.  But then she had to put her arms into the arms of the costume and a moment later, Phillip was zipping it up the back.  Ugh!  She was dressed like a black and white cow.  The darn thing even had some plastic udders sticking out of the front of it in an all too suggestive place – and they were pushed out a bit by the overly thick diapers she was wearing under the costume.  And then she saw Phillip pull something else out of the box that she hadn’t seen before.  And she died a bit more.  She waited while Phillip pulled all the bows out of her hair, and then pulled the cow cap on – with the cow ears and the little horns on top. 
Vivian finally came out of the bathroom.  Her laughter was almost under control, but she was still chuckling and there were still tears from her laughter running down her face.  But the moment she saw Marian with the cap to the cow costume on her head, she broke out laughing all over again. The ears and the horns on top were simply too much.  If she hadn’t just emptied her bladder, she would have run right back into the bathroom again.  The total look was just too – precious!  “I do believe we’ve found the real you,” she managed to finally get out amid her laughter.  And then she started laughing all over again.  “Sissy Phyllis,” she said, “is she ready to go shopping now?”
Phillip looked Marian over.  He hadn’t redone her makeup, and what remained from the morning was very little, but he wasn’t interested in trying to go through all that again.  Besides, he could see from the look on Marian’s face that she was angry enough.  “Yeah, she’s fine,” he decided.  “Just don’t forget your matching purse.”
Vivian started laughing again.  “Matching purse,” she managed to get out.  “It’s so perfect!”  It was a moment before she could get herself under control enough to ask, “Marian, is Sissy Phyllis here good enough to go out now?”
Still fuming at the indignation of the costume she was stuck wearing, Marian nodded her head, motioned with her finger around her lips to signify that he just needed to redo his lipstick, and of course, she mooed. 
“Get to it then,” Vivian ordered.  “I’ve still got shopping to do and little Phyllis here has a date…or maybe I should say many dates!  Hopefully.”
Phillip suddenly felt totally sick to his stomach again.  He was about to go out to do – the unthinkable.  And it was all he could think about as he refreshed his lipstick.  How many times would he be forced to refresh his lipstick later tonight?  How many men would he have to face…or rather face their tools?  Gratefully, he’d never see more than that one part of any of them…he hoped.  And he hoped just as much that none of them would ever see him.
While Phillip was redoing his lips, Marian quickly hurried over to the desk where she found a small notepad and a pen.  Both quickly wound up in her purse as another moo escaped her lips. 
“Okay, you stupid cow,” Vivian said in an all too delighted voice.  “We hear you.  You can leave whenever you want.  And I really do hope you have a lot of fun tonight.  I can’t wait to hear all about it.”  She paused as if considering something then added.  “Oh, I guess I’ll have to wait till Monday at work.  You won’t be saying much about anything to anyone until then…except – moo!”  Once again she broke out laughing uncontrollably. 

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Hypnotized and Humiliated - Chapter 28 Part 1 of 3

Hypnotized and Humiliated
By Karen Singer

Chapter 28 Part 1 of 3

It was Saturday morning, a day off, but Phillip’s alarm still woke him up at five forty-five – on a day when he’d really like to sleep in…on a day that he truly wished never existed.  He wasn’t looking forward to the daytime hours, but it was the evening hours and what was planned for them that he absolutely dreaded.
Knowing it was inevitable, he pulled himself out of bed.  He hadn’t slept much at all – again.  He was so weary he could hardly stand it.  Not only had he not slept because of being worried about what he would face that night, but after having to drink so many baby bottles of Marian’s milk last night, he had come awake to pee into his diaper all too many times…that is, during the times that he had actually managed to fall asleep.  Now his diaper was horribly bloated.  His hand felt around the edges.  Wet!  He didn’t bother looking back at the sheets or trying to feel them in the dim light.  They would be wet too.  Hopefully he could get them washed when he and Marian went to clean Vivian’s place later that morning.  Ugh!  He wasn’t looking forward to that either.  Of course, lately, he never had anything to look forward to in his life anymore.  His only hope as he saw it now, was in Marian’s DVD somehow helping to get them out from under Mistress Vivian’s harsh rule. 
He automatically grabbed the tube of lipstick on his nightstand and refreshed his lips.  Then, knowing it was inevitable and something he had better handle now rather than worry about later, he stood up and started working on messing his diaper, making it worse than just leaking wet.  He wanted out of the thing!  He wanted…time to do some things with a part of his body inside the diaper that he hadn’t been able to do all night.  Another reason he hadn’t slept much at all.  Had he really spent most of the night out in public wearing a princess costume?  All day at work too?  It was unthinkable!  And damn he needed some relief!

Marian dreamed of her husband’s soft hands caressing her…particularly her aching udders.  She could feel his hard penis up inside of her.  And oh it felt so good!  She wanted release.  She wanted him to grant her that release.  But he was playing with her again…withholding it.  Teasing her, bringing her need higher and higher – when she didn’t want her need to be any higher.  Her soaking wet sex wanted the release.  Her aching udders wanted relief.  Her whole body wanted release.  Why wouldn’t he grant it to her?
“Marian!  Wake up!”
She startled awake and mooed…her head spinning with the effects of shaking off the dream.  Had it been a dream…or a nightmare?  She was still nestled deep in the pile of hay and her hands were buried up inside of her.  Ugh!  She mooed again as she crawled from the hay to kneel over her tub…where her fingers once again wound up right where they would do her no good at all.  But Phillip wasn’t putting the milking machine around her neck. 
“Crawl out of there for a minute,” Phillip commanded.
For once, Marian would almost rather stay right where she was.  She needed the pressure relieved from her aching overly bloated udders more than ever.  “Moo!” she complained as she crawled forward.  Once she was out of her stall, she started to stand.
“Don’t bother standing,” Phillip told her.  “I just need you to get this damn diaper off me.  It’s leaking all over the place.”
Marian almost laughed.  “How did that happen?  I thought I put it on you tight enough last night.”
“You did!  Too tight in fact!  But…well…it’s still leaking.”  He didn’t bother mentioning that she had put it on too tight, only because once again he hadn’t been able to get his hand far enough inside of it to do him any good in the sexual department.  One of the reasons he was more than ready for her to get the darn smelly thing off of him now!
Still on her knees, Marian reached out and opened the tapes on his diaper, letting it fall to the floor.  Yuck!  God it stank!  But then so did the whole damn apartment.  She started crawling back toward her stall.
“Did you get the DVD finished last night?” asked before she got back into her stall.
“You know I did,” she replied.  “It was all but done when you disappeared into your room last night.”
He nodded.  “And you’re sure it will work?”
“Pretty sure,” she replied.  “You know there’s always a chance that these things won’t.  But I’d say that judging by the way things have gone so far, we’ve got a really good chance with it.” 
It was the best he could hope for.  “Okay,” he said.  “Back in your stall.  Let’s get this milking over with.”
“Thanks!” she replied.  “I need it!  You wouldn’t believe how much these udders ache today.”  A moment later, she passed the confines of her stall, and mooed.  Two minutes later, she closed her eyes as the machine started pulling the milk from her udders, relieving the monstrous pressure, while her fingers played uselessly down below.
Phillip cradled Dolly to his chest and hurried off to the shower.  Scared to death of the snakes, he stopped in the doorway and looked all around.  He didn’t see any, but then he had no intention of going anywhere near the toilet.  He set Dolly on the floor as close to the tub as possible and jumped into it where he turned the shower water on as hot as he could stand it, trying to wash the filth and smell from his body as quickly as he could – before he would have to run back out and empty Marian’s milking machine again.  After that, he had plans to come back to the shower to do what he had wanted to do all night – but couldn’t”

Marian had no idea how many baby bottles of milk she had produced that morning, but she was sure the amount of milk her body was producing was continuing to go up.  She mooed, hoping that Phillip would get the picture and release her from her stall.  But he was still in the kitchen…evidently still pouring her milk into the bottles.  At least she thought that’s what he had to be doing.  But a moment later, he showed up with a bowl of water in his hands and one of her pills.  Oh darn!  Not again!  She had hoped that for once he was going to be a bit more civil.  Instead, she had no choice but to let him shove the pill into her mouth and then lower her head to the bowl he had placed on the floor and start drinking from it.  A minute later, Phillip and Dolly were back again with a bowl of cereal.  Her head went back and forth between the cereal and her water…as she noted Phillip heading back to the bathroom – for the third time!  Why?
She was long done eating by the time Phillip and Dolly came back to release her from her stall.  She crawled out as quickly as she could.  “Why do you insist on feeding me like an animal all the time?” she demanded.
“Don’t ask!” Phillip replied harshly. 
“I am asking!” Marian shot back.  “It’s not right!”
“You want to get sent back to your stall until we have to leave?” Phillip threatened.
Marian glared angrily at him…and he simply glared angrily back at her.  “I’m going to take a bath and get cleaned up,” she told him as she turned away and headed for the bathroom.  “I’ll find you something to wear later.”
“Fine with me!” Phillip shot back.  He was afraid of what she would probably find for him to wear that day…although he’d never admit to anyone how much he had enjoyed the princess costume the day before.  What else had she bought for him?
Marian went into the bathroom, intending on taking a nice long relaxing bath…only to discover that her body refused to turn the water on or even climb up into the tub.  Since it wasn’t a work day, she couldn’t wash herself at all!  “Aaaaahh!” she screamed in frustration.  She stared at the tub, but only moments later she heard Phillip rushing to the door.
“What is it?” Phillip asked quickly, his eyes darting all around looking for snakes.  “Did you see one of the snakes?”
Marian shook her head as she headed out of the bathroom where he was blocking the door.  “No.  No snakes.  Just no bath.  Since we’re not going to work, then stupid Vivian’s instructions are keeping me from cleaning myself at all!”
“Oh,” Phillip replied, very relieved.  “I thought something really major had happened.”
Marian rolled her eyes as she pushed her way past Phillip and his doll.  “Trust me,” she said, “me not being able to take a bath is a really major thing!”  She headed into his bedroom.  “We’ve got to clean Vivian’s place today,” she said.  “So let’s get you dressed.”
Phillip wasn’t looking forward to finding out what he would be wearing…and he was looking forward to it.  Especially after the day before.  The diaper she threw at him to put on was inevitable.  But after that, he was surprised when she pulled all more normal stuff out of the closet for him to wear.  A pair of the women’s slacks – the only kind he had anymore.  One of his small bras, and a simple top.  She pulled his red high heels out next, and he remembered that Vivian wanted both of them wearing their red heels whenever they cleaned her house. 
“Nothing…different?” he asked.
“We’ve got work to do this morning,” she said.  “But if you want something different…or for you, I guess more fun, then I’m more than willing to accommodate you.”
Phillip quickly shook his head.  “No, no!” he replied quickly.  “This is great!  Thanks!”  He couldn’t dare let her know that he had really liked the dress-up stuff.”  Ten minutes later, he had a simple bow in his hair and just a tiny bit of makeup on his face to complete his simple look.
But now that he was dressed, it was time for him to come up with something for Marian to wear too.  He knew that she would have to go shopping sometime today, and he was planning on her wearing the new cow costume he had bought her.  But he didn’t want to spring that on her yet.  Especially not since they had to clean Mistress Vivian’s home first.  So he picked out just another short skirt outfit for her again – complete with underwear this time.  Since she was going easy on him today, then he figured he could go easy on her too.  At least until later.  But if she had put him in something more…outrageous, then he would have had no problem springing that new cow costume on her now.  “Okay,” he said a few minutes later, after she had put everything on, just do your hair and makeup and you’ll be good to go.
Marian headed into the bathroom to brush her hair.  She stared at herself in the mirror.  She looked horrible!  A moment later, she let out an all too loud and frustrated, “Damn it!”
Phillip grabbed Dolly and rushed to the bathroom again.  “Now what?” he asked, without actually stepping into the room.
“I can’t even grab the hair brush, and I know I can’t do my own makeup either!” she complained.
Phillip remembered that part of the instructions that Mistress Vivian had given them.  He had really been hoping that he wouldn’t have to handle those matters for Marian too.  He had enough to take care of as it was for the stupid cow.  But after seeing that she couldn’t take a bath that morning, then he should have known better.  With another look around to spot any hidden snakes, he quickly snuck into the bathroom and grabbed her hair brush, then he turned and immediately left.  “Come on,” he said, “I’d rather do this in the kitchen.”  With a roll of her eyes, Marian followed.
With Marian seated in one of the kitchen chairs, Phillip looked over Marian’s hair.  How the heck was he supposed to brush it?  He didn’t have a clue!  What did Marian do with it every day?  He started running the brush tentatively through a few sections, then gave up and just stared at it for a moment.  “Shit!” he exclaimed. “I’ll be right back.” 
He was gone several minutes, but when he came back, Marian’s eyebrows went up.  A moment later, he was fixing bows into her hair – all over!  She didn’t even know how many. 
“That will have to do,” Phillip told her.  “Now, what do we do about makeup?”
For once, Marian’s head was totally blank about the subject of makeup.  She couldn’t have answered him if she wanted to.  It was simply a subject that went totally out of her head…for a while.
Phillip and Dolly went back to the bathroom and came back with a handful of her makeup.  He pulled one of the other kitchen chairs out and sat down in front of her.  Now what should he do.  Foundation?  He grabbed the bottle of liquid foundation, then looked at her face.  Why bother?  He wasn’t sure how much good it would do anyway.  Eye makeup!  He was sure that had to be a must.  He just wasn’t sure exactly what to do with it.  He grabbed a few things and carefully went to work on her face.  When he was done, he sat back and looked at it, and almost broke out laughing.  “I don’t think I did a very good job,” he told her, trying to suppress a smirk.  “But it will have to do for today.”
“Can I get up now?” Marian asked, glad that the ordeal was over with.  Having to sit there while he made up her face hadn’t been fun in the least.  In fact, at times she had been a bit frightened – especially when he was working around her eyes.
“Sure,” he said.  As far as I’m concerned, you’re good to go. 
She didn’t thank him.  She just got up from her seat and wandered into the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror there.  Ugh!  Her face looked more like a child had done her makeup.  It was awful!  And…she had colorful bows all over her hair.  And worse, she knew she wouldn’t be able to touch any of it.  She’d be stuck wearing it all until he decided otherwise.  Double ugh!  But she guessed it could have been a lot worse.  Especially after what she had put him through yesterday.

Vivian left her front door open because she continually kept going back to look out of it to see when those two idiots would finally get there to start cleaning.  The fact that it was still fifteen minutes early didn’t mean anything to her.  She wanted to go shopping and they were keeping her from it!  She finally saw Phillip’s car drive up and park.  “Finally!” she grunted.  Actually, she couldn’t wait to see how her two playthings had dressed each other today.  But when they both got out of the car, she was very disappointed.  Phillip wasn’t wearing anything out of the ordinary at all!  And Marian…well, okay, all the bows and the really childish makeup job did look pretty embarrassing, she had to give Phillip a lot of credit for that.  But why hadn’t Marian dressed him any better?  She had seen some of the things she had bought for him.  Now she wanted to see some of those things on him.
“You’re late!” she complained to both of them?”
Marian was totally surprised by that statement.  As far as the clocks were concerned, they were five full minutes early. 
Vivian looked directly at Marian, “Why didn’t you dress him more…interestingly?” she asked.
“We’ve got work to do,” Marian replied.  “That is, unless you don’t want your place cleaned properly because we’re too worried about messing up our outfits.”
Vivian glared back at her.  Damn the stupid cow!  She did have a point.  “Well get to it!” she said as she led the way back into the townhouse.  “I want all the floors mopped and shining.  I want all the laundry done.  I want the whole house clean and spotless!  And trust me, if I find even one thing not right, you’re both going to regret it. 
Marian forced herself not to make any reaction that Vivian might notice.  “Don’t worry,” she said, “we’ll…”
Marian moos like a cow!” Vivian said quickly overtop of what Marian was saying.
“Moo!” Marian’s voice finished.  Marian’s eyes went wide with surprise.  Then her face simply settled into a look of total frustration.
“Maybe spending the whole weekend mooing will teach you to be on time for once!  Now get busy!  Both of you.”  With that, she grabbed her purse and walked out.  She had some ideas on something she desperately wanted to find.  Something with big bright yellow sunflowers – set on a field of sunny yellow!

Marian mooed again as she watched Vivian driving off.  She was completely irked at being stuck only mooing again – for the whole weekend!  And then another thought hit her.  She had to go shopping later.  How the heck was she supposed to handle that?  But most likely, Vicious Vivian never thought about that when she had given her the mooing command.
With a shake of her head, she turned and headed straight for the DVD player where she swapped the disks.  She hid the old one in the bottom of the trash can.  She held the trash can out toward Phillip and mooed.
“You want me to take this out now?”
Marian nodded her head and mooed again.  The sooner it was out of there the safer they would be. 
Phillip shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the trash can.  A minute later, he was out of the apartment heading for the big trash dumpsters.  By the time he came back, Marian was already pulling their laundry out of the back seat of his car and into the house.  Despite having the trash can and Dolly in his arms, Phillip still managed to grab an armload of their things and carry them in.

Marian felt very relieved about having that final disk in place.  She was rushing things with it by putting more into the recording than she knew was good, but hopefully it would all still work…or at least enough of it.  And if not, then she’d make another one to continue the process.  But her hopes were for this one to be the last.  Now if Vivian would just watch the thing and pick up a few of the hidden suggestions from it.  But judging by the way Vivian had been dressing for the last few weeks, she was fairly sure that the disk would work just fine on Vivian.  At least, she hoped it would. 
Her mind turned again to having to go out shopping…or at least spend time in public around people for a few hours later that day…or that night.  She still didn’t know when she was going to be going, or when she would be able to go.  With Vivian around, there was no telling about anything.  The woman was completely off her rocker…even more so now because of some of the hidden suggestions that Marian had put into the disks that Vivian had already seen.
But if Marian did go shopping, and she could only moo, then how the heck was she going to handle talking to anyone?  One thing she knew wouldn’t come out of her mouth – was to admit to anyone who asked that she was nothing but a stupid cow.  But of course, her mooing would probably say all that – and more.

After cleaning the townhouse several times over the last few weeks, they each were fairly used to the tasks they had to do.  Marian spent most of her time on the laundry, and Phillip did floors and dusted.  Together they tackled things like her bedroom and bathroom upstairs.  The part that Marian couldn’t believe was all the new bags of things that Vivian kept buying – many of which appeared to remain completely unopened.  The clothing racks in the spare bedroom were starting to fill up, much of it with yellow clothing items.  Marian smiled at that.  Hopefully, Vivian’s “yellow” phase would soon be replaced with something else.  Hopefully.  Because when it was, then she would have the proof she needed that the new DVD was working.
At lunchtime, Phillip announced that he was taking off to get them something to eat.  It was something that Marian hadn’t even thought about.  She simply mooed her okay and let him go.  As Phillip left the housing area, he tried to figure out which fast food place he wanted to go to.  He had found out the hard way last night just how well known he was at the place where he usually went.  And after last night, he had no doubt that the word about him had spread even more there.  But if he went somewhere else, would he only be starting a bad reputation there too?  Would it be better to stay with the one place where they already knew about him instead of spreading his problems even wider? 
Since it was his favorite place, and it wasn’t too far out of the way from where Mistress Vivian lived, he decided to go back there again.  Fortunately, he could stay in the car this time.  He pulled into the line of waiting cars and eventually made it around to the window where he could pick up his food. 
“Hey, it’s the princess from last night!” the girl inside exclaimed – all too loudly.  And then she turned around and called out, “He’s back again!  Only no princess costume today!”
Phillip literally felt his face turning red.  Did that girl always work the window?  Didn’t she ever go home?  Maybe he should have gone somewhere else. 
The girl turned back to him.  “You’re not coming inside today?”
“Not today,” he replied.  “Can I just get my food?”
“Sure,” she replied as she checked the order – before she started pouring a drink.  “Hey,” she said, there’s only one drink, but two meals here.  Are you sure you don’t need another one?”
“No,” Phillip replied, not happy about that situation at all.  “One will do just fine.”  He not only had two more bottles of Marian’s milk with him that he had to drink, there were still three more back in the apartment.  After last night and now this morning, he was starting to collect way too many of them.  He supposed the only way out of that mess would be to drink more of them – something he wasn’t too happy about doing.  Lately, he never seemed to get anything else to drink, only because he couldn’t get through all her baby bottles anymore and he had to drink them first.
He finally paid for the food and the girl told him to hurry back…and come inside again.  Not likely!  He wondered again if maybe he shouldn’t have gone somewhere else to get lunch.