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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 11: The Branding

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Spoiler: Branding

The last day of Hank and Vanity's holiday had come. So, after the usual milking in the morning and some light work in the barn under Ivy's orders, Vanity was separated from the other cows. Then Hank and Roger led her into the farm yard. Hank tied his wife up with rope next to a fire basket that had a small fire in it. It ended up lying on the floor in a really tight ball tie. Lastly, Hank stuffed an inflatable gag into Vanity's mouth and pumped it up until it completely filled her mouth and stopped her from making any loud noises. Vanity wasn't sure what to make of this. She had complete trust in Hank, but she was still getting more and more nervous by the minute, not knowing what was going to happen.
Then Roger pulled something oblong out of his back pocket that Vanity hadn't noticed before. Then Vanity suddenly realised. A branding iron! Roger carefully placed the instrument in the embers of the small blacksmith's forge. Vanity flinched and, with a few grunts – she couldn't say more because of the gag – pulled at the harsh bondage. But, of course, this didn't really achieve anything. But really, she didn't want to be free. Even though her heart was in her mouth, she was determined to get through the procedure.

After a some minutes, Hank took the glowing iron from the fire and went behind the tied-up woman. Vanity closed her eyes, ready to feel the stinging pain as Hank pressed the branding iron against her skin. Her gag-stifled scream ended as quickly as it began when the branding iron touched her skin. The pain wasn't what Vanity had expected. Just a little bit on her exposed bottom – almost cool and gentle. Vanity's eyes widened as she tried to see what was happening behind her. Hank and Roger were standing there, grinning from ear to ear. The iron Hank was holding was clearly cold, while Roger had annother one that was still a bit hot to the touch and produced a bit of smoke. Vanity hadn't noticed that the two men had secretly swapped irons.

Then Hank went over to his Hucow and started to untie her and take the gag off. He helped her to her feet and took her in his arms. Vanity liked this closeness, but at the same time, she was almost a little disappointed. "Why didn't you do it?" she asked, in a quiet tone. Hank smiled: "I might be your master, but that doesn't mean I have to demand everything. We agreed ages ago, when we found out we were into BDSM, that anything that could cause permanent injury is a no-no. I haven't forgotten that."
Vanity was almost moved to tears. "Yeah, I know. Even so, I would have put up with it for you – I would have even been keen. It would have been a symbol of our deep bond, and I would have worn it with pride."
Hank looked at Vanity with love in his eyes. "Well, then we'll have to reconsider that point. I think that's enough for today, but we can come back to it another time."

 

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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 12: The Last Session

Spoiler: The Last Session

After a long day, evening fell — and with it, the last milking session before Hank and Vanity's holiday ended. As usual, the men led their hucows to the stable, where Dany and Polina were chained to the milking stands. Hank took Vanity aside and kissed her lovingly. "Well, this is the last evening before daily life gets us back." He smiled at his wife. "You've become the perfect hucow. I'm very proud of you, and I think you deserve a reward. You can sleep in the suite tonight — in a comfortable bed. You can enjoy a warm bath, a good meal, and all the other amenities that are usually reserved for the masters." Vanity smiled and embraced Hank. But then she suddenly paused and became thoughtful. "What's wrong? Aren't you happy at all?" Hank noticed her hesitation and seemed slightly confused. Vanity slowly knelt down in front of him, humbly lowering her gaze. "Of course I'm happy," she replied quietly. "And of course I'll stay with you in the suite if that's what you want. However, I would like to ask if you would grant me one of my greatest wishes." Vanity looked up at her master. Hank gently stroked her hair and nodded almost imperceptibly. "Of course I am. So, what can I do for you?" "My Lord, when we get home, we'll have plenty of time together. But I'd like to spend this last night on the farm with Dany and Polina in the stable, if you'll allow it." Hank was perplexed for a moment, but then he bent down and kissed Vanity on the forehead. "I understand your wish. And I'm happy to grant it. We'll certainly have enough time for each other in the next few weeks." Overjoyed, Vanity jumped up and threw her arms around Hank's neck, thanking him profusely.

Ivy had just started putting away the unused milking equipment. But Vanity took a step towards her and carefully took it from Ivy's hands. Then Vanity knelt down again next to the milking parlor and gently placed the teat cups against her nipples. A little cry of pain escaped her lips as the pulsating vacuum kicked in at full force. Then she closed her eyes and let the milking happen, with a gentle smile on her lips.
Roger went up to Hank and gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Hey, I think we might be a bit redundant at the moment, you know? Hey, let's have a beer in the house and celebrate our new friendship? Ivy will take care of the rest."

 

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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 13: Farewell To The Hucow Farm

Spoiler: Farewell To The Hucow Farm

The next day began as usual with feeding and milking, at least for Dany and Polina. Meanwhile, Vanity was led into the house by Ivy and given the opportunity to shower and make herself look pretty. Ivy gave her some items of clothing that Hank had handed her the previous day: underwear, shoes, and a simple summer dress that Vanity liked very much.

Vanity stood in front of the large dressing mirror and looked at herself. She looked pretty, but at that moment, she felt as if a completely different person were standing opposite her in the mirror. She had become so accustomed to her revealing cow outfit that she now felt almost like a stranger to herself in these plain clothes, which were suitable for everyday wear.
“Come on!” said Ivy. “Hank is here with the car. It's time to go. Roger, Danny and the others are already waiting.”
Then it was time to say goodbye. Ivy loaded the remaining suitcases into the trunk of Hank's car while Hank said goodbye to everyone and thanked Roger again for the great time on the farm. Vanity did the same. However, while the men were still laughing and cracking corny jokes, she found it really difficult to leave and would have liked to stay longer. Especially when Vanity and Dany hugged each other goodbye, both of them shed a few tears. In the end, she realised that everything had to come to an end. At least she and Dany agreed to stay in touch.
As Hank and Vanity drove off, Roger, Dany and Ivy waved goodbye until they lost sight of the car around the next bend.

 

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[RalphB] RalphB's Hucow Holidays Part 14: Driving Home

Spoiler: Driving Home

Once the Hucow Farm had disappeared in the rear-view mirror, silence reigned in the car. Only the muffled rumble of the old Ford Mustang's powerful V8 engine filled the interior. It wasn't that Hank and Vanity had nothing to say to each other — quite the contrary, in fact. The past two weeks had provided plenty of material for conversation. But not now — not yet. For now, they were both lost in their own thoughts, reflecting on the events of their holiday.
Hank and Vanity had experienced so many new things and learned so much about boundless trust and unconditional devotion; about mutual respect and responsible care; about their partner; and, last but not least, about themselves.

Vanity was amazed at how far she had gone for Hank and her deep love for him. Her time as a hucow and Hank's personal property had seemed like one continuous frenzy — surreal yet real. The exuberance of new impressions and emotions had largely prevented her from thinking calmly and logically about herself and her actions. But now, her inner peace was slowly returning.
She had broken almost every personal taboo and crossed almost every boundary she had previously set for herself. What amazed her most was that she was eager to continue, or at least repeat, what she had experienced, and perhaps even go a step further.
Hank's thoughts were less emotional, but he realised what a wonderful woman Vanity was, and that her complete devotion and voluntary submission were the greatest gifts he could have received.

"Hank," Vanity suddenly said, breaking the reverent silence. "Please — you have to promise me something!" "Uh, do I have to?" Hank replied with feigned indignation. But then he smiled kindly at Vanity. "Well, I can't bring you the stars from the sky. There's just no room for that in the garage. But I'll consider everything else.” "Hank, stop fooling around! I'm serious.” "Okay," Hank reassured her. "I'm listening. So tell me what's so important for you."
Vanity cleared her throat and said, "So much has happened in the last 14 days, and I think our relationship has changed for the better and is more intense than ever. We've met people who have contributed to that, like Roger and Ivy. They are just wonderful people. Dany has especially become a dear friend to me in such a short time. She has contributed so much to helping me get to know my other self. She has helped me immensely in finding my way in the role of your slave and hucow. I already miss her! Even that strange cow outfit, which I thought was a bit ridiculous at first, has really grown on me. I would have preferred not to take it off at all.
Hank laughed and said, "Glad to hear it! You were indeed such a damn sexy cow! Still, I don't know what to promise you." Vanity leaned over and rested her head on Hank's shoulder. "I want you to promise me that one day, we'll return to the farm and spend another long hucow vacation there." Hank exhaled deeply. "I'm glad you said that. Of course I'd be happy to promise you that. I know how you feel about Dany. Roger and me have become good friend, too. Actually, it was supposed to be a surprise, but since anticipation is the greatest joy, Roger invited us to visit the farm again anytime. Of course not as paying customers, but as real friends.” Vanity searched for words but was too moved to find the right ones. Instead, a few big tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.

She would, of course, urge Hank to accept Roger's offer. And this time, she would be a real hucow. During the last milking session, she had noticed a few milky white droplets on her nipples. That was her little secret, and she would continue milking as Dany had advised her. Vanity had decided to keep it hidden until their next vacation, surprising Hank with it when they returned to the hucow farm some day.