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 Master ordered me to the house, and to the house I ran.  After months of
training by the farmhands and my "special diet" I could outrun all
farmhands and most animals on the farm, except of course the huge
stallions, against which I enjoyed running the pastures.

   It had been months since I had last worn any piece of garment.  I was
stark naked at all times, day and night, and carefully groomed by the
farmhands every morning.  My skin was taut and tanned; my hair flew in the
wind, and my dark brown pubic hair grew lighter and thicker.

   I ran barefoot to the house and ran back to Master as he was making his
way with his farmhands.  I kissed Master and licked his handsome face and
ran back to the house and back to Master again.  I was so excited that
Master had asked me to go to the house with him!

   After a few runs back and forth, I sat on the porch, waiting for Master
to arrive, never once taking my eyes off his virile figure walking towards
me.  A large bowl of water was on the porch and just as I had been trained,
I knelt on all fours and lapped as much water as I could get.

   Master arrived and quickly I stood up to follow him in the house.  It
was just the two of us and he slammed the door behind us.  I could sniff
everyone that had been in the house!  I roamed the house quickly, quietly,
my bare feet treading softly.  It was amazing: my sense of smell told me
every farmhand that had been in the house and in which room!  Kitchen,
dining room, living room, and den: I knew who had been where.  And Master's
bedroom confused me a bit: I could smell that practically each and every
one of the farm girls had been there, but none of the farm boys.

   Master let me roam the house, waiting for me to settle down a bit.  I
ran over to him.  At his feet there was a large bowl of water.  Again, as
trained, I got on all fours, knees wide apart as I had been trained, and
lapped the water.  I could feel Master behind me, staring at my ass.  I
could not help, but wag it a bit.  I guess I was trying to signal interest.

   Master tapped my shoulder.  I stood up, in front of him, straight and
happy and proud.  Master caressed my torso.  For the first time in months I
felt the undeniable desire that wells up in a female's body when the male
approaches her.

   Master stared into my eyes.  He seemed to notice something different in
my expression.  Slowly his hands made their way to my teats.  They had been
smallish, for sure, but now my chest was lean and muscular and my teats
were firm and hard.  He placed his two hands on my udders.  A long while
back they would have been called "nipples" but that of course no longer
applied.

   His fingers caressed my udders.  I was smiling, feeling happy and good.
His fingers tightened a bit.  It was even better than I could realize at
the moment.  Suddenly and without prior warning, Master squeezed both my
udders violently and with all his strength.

   I urinated!

   Right then and there, standing in the middle of the room, Master had
made me lose all control over my bladder.  I had urinated.  And it wasn't a
discrete pee, like any normal woman's.  It was a torrent, a huge gush, a
downward geyser of pee rushing out with force and volume!

   Master was furious!

   Master grabbed my hair and quickly lowered my head, so forcefully I hand
no choice but to buckle down.  Still grabbing my hair, he kicked my legs
apart, wide apart.  I was on all fours.  He lowered my head even more until
my forehead touched the floor.  Spinning around, he grabbed a newspaper,
rolled it up, and started to spank my ass - really hard.  I was screaming
and yelling.  Master did not let me get up.  He spanked my ass extremely
hard - as punishment for something I had done so naturally.  I had urinated
to signify to my male that I was ready and that this was my area and that
he was welcome to take me here and now.

   My luck turned.  It happened to be that the veterinarian and his
daughter had just driven up and had come in.  The vet told Master, "Of
course, the bitch-sow is your property and you can do what you want with
it. But blemishing her skin might diminish her resale value.  Let me show
you how to housetrain the bitch-sow."

   Master and the vet tossed me on my back and grabbed both my legs,
holding them way up high and wide apart.  The vet's daughter opened her
black bag and took out something.  I could not tell what it was, but I had
seen what she had done to other animals in the farm when she would take
things out of that black bag and it had not been nice for any of the
animals.  My luck would be similar, I guessed.

   I felt her slide something cold and thin into my pee hole and up.  Then
nothing.  Master and the vet let go of my legs.  I stretched my muscles and
reached down between my legs.  There was nothing I could feel.  Except
maybe a very thin wire just where I knew my pee hole was.  But I could not
get it out.  Either it was too thin and too slippery or it was attached too
deep inside or whatever.

   Master and the vet held me down and the vet's daughter pricked my left
and then my right udder.  Again, I could see an extremely thin wire at the
tip of my udders, but could not get them out.

   They let go of me.  The vet turned to Master.  "There, the bitch-sow is
ready.  Implants in place.  Use the wires to recharge the micro-batteries.
And here is the remote.  Three knobs, clearly marked, can be turned
separately or together, as needed."

   Master turned one knob.  My left udder shook and trembled and felt like
it was screaming that it was on fire from within!  My hands raced to quench
that fire.  But it was to no avail.  I tried to hank out that thin wire but
it was too short and too thin and too deeply attached.  My udder kept
shaking and roaring and there was nothing I could do.  I was hysterical.

   Master turned off that knob and nodded to the vet.  The vet nodded back.
Master turned on the other one and my right udder felt it too would explode
any instant.  And there was nothing I could do.  I was at my wit's end. 
Master turned it off.  "And the other one I assume is the same?"

   The vet nodded.  Master seemed satisfied as he went to the safe on the
wall behind his desk and took out a huge wad of cash to give to the vet.  I
was on the floor, whimpering, my hands caressing my teats and udders, not
realizing I was sitting on a puddle of my own urine.

   All three, Master, the vet and his daughter noticed that, too.  Master
told them he would take care of me, and thanked the vet and his daughter,
walking them to the door.

   No sooner had they driven off that Master walked over to me.  In a calm,
steady voice he spoke to me, "This is not going to happen ever again.  You
may not urinate on the floor.  Be a good bitch-sow and lick it all up.  The
next thing I need to do is to housebreak you."

   On all fours I went back and forth, lapping up my own urine off the
floor.  Master looked on.  And when I had finished, he lay out a large bowl
of water in front of me.  "Drink it, bitch-sow."

   On all fours I lapped up a bit.  He told me to drink it all.  I obeyed.
And when it was gone, he told me to walk around the house.  The walking and
the water were starting to work against each other.  I felt my belly swell
up.  I tried to massage it to get the water out of the way.  Master filled
another bowl and had me drink that one, too, soon followed by a third and
fourth.

   I could not help it.  I was too bloated.  Thinking perhaps Master would
not notice, I let a few drops of urine leak out.  Master was furious!  He
dragged me outside, and turned the third knob on the remote all the way to
the right.

   Shots of fire and violent shaking and powerful shocks raced up and down
my urethra.  My bladder exploded, sending a rush of urine all over the
porch.  The fires and shaking and shocks would not diminish.  I was going
out of my mind, screaming and writhing on the floor, desperate to pull the
wire out.  It was too short and too thin.  I knew it was there and could
not take it out.

   The screaming was such that a few farmhands rushed over to see what the
racket was all about.  Master calmly explained, "Housebreaking the
bitch-sow."

   The farmhands nodded and walked away, shaking their heads.  I understood
Master had done this many times before and the farmhands already knew the
final outcome was not going to be pleasant.

   Again, Master told me, "You are going to start again, bitch-sow.  You
will drink four bowls of water.  You will walk around on all fours.  You
will only urinate when and where I tell you.  If you don't your pee hole
gets zapped.  Get back inside, bitch-sow."

   Now things went different.  I drank the four bowls and walked around on
all fours.  All over the place.  Every so often, Master would make me stop
and spread my legs very wide.  Even though not a drop of urine had come
out, he wanted to make sure.  Finally, when I thought my bladder would
rather explode than wait, he led me to a planted tree in the living room.
"There, bitch-sow.  Lift your right leg all the way up.  Urinate there."

   Just like the animal Master had made me, I walked over on all fours,
raised my right leg all the way up, and without pause let out a huge gush
of urine.

   Master nodded.  We repeated that all morning, over and over again.  Only
once did I have a slight slippage and Master zapped my urethra to make my
screams and pleas heard all the way toChina and back.  But by early
afternoon, Master figured I was already housebroken.  He called one of the
farm boys to take me out to the pasture with the horses to run and
exercise, which I did with unusual energy!  Then one of the farm girls came
to get me and take me to the males' pens to masturbate a few of them.  By
now, all the male animals knew the purpose of my afternoon visits and all
would get erections.  The farm girl had a list of which would get it that
afternoon.  She had a cup to measure how much ejaculate each animal gave,
which she would note on her clipboard.  And like all afternoons, I was led
to the barn where the large rubber bladder with huge nipple was placed with
my "dinner".  I did notice that the taste and at times texture changed
after every visit by the vet and his daughter.  It came as no surprise that
they were modifying my "diet" based on the blood and urine tests every
week.

   I lay down to sleep.  A few times during the night I woke up screaming.
It was a nightmare that Master was zapping my urethra.  I was afraid to
urinate.  Up until the moment when I thought my bladder would burst, I
would hold off.  And when I would approach a tree to urinate, I was careful
to look around for Master.

   For the next two weeks, the routine was the same.  Morning run and
grooming.  Urine training with Master.  Severe punishment, but not as often
because I was learning to control myself a bit better with time.  Afternoon
runs.  Masturbating five or six male animals.  "Dinner."

   With time, Master trained me to become really good at urine control.  He
could force me to drink any amount of water.  Taking me out by the leash
around my collar, we would go for long walks on the farm.  He would make me
pause and spread my legs wide open.  His crop would caress my thighs and
work their way up.  All the way up.  His riding crop would touch me and
press against me.  And I did not urinate.  I could hold back.  As long as
Master wanted.

   And only when Master gave his approval, I would raise my right leg.  All
the way up.  And gush a torrent of urine.

   The vet and his daughter came to the farm that Friday.  While she drew
my blood and took my urine, Master and the vet talked about me.  The
daughter donned her rough rubber gloves and examined my uterus and rectum.
She went back to the truck and came back, results in hand.  She smiled as
she handed them to the vet.  He nodded and turned to Master, "Your
bitch-sow is ready."

   Master smiled happily, paid the vet a huge wad of cash and waved them
off.  Ready for what I did not know.  But I do know that my "dinner"
started to taste very different from that very night.  And that my
afternoon masturbation of male animals became more deliberate.  I was
allowed far more time with each male, more time to devote more attention
and learn more and more way to make each one happier.  To get more and more
ejaculate from each.

   And my sense of smell also told me something else.  My urine started
having a much more pungent smell.  It was darker, thicker, and much
stronger.  Master was changing me.
   Yes, Master, yes!