Page 14 of Petting Penelope
But this wasn’t just about “her”. This was about Penelope’s fantasies.
Penelope, whose eyes were very wide indeed.
“See anything you like, little moo?”
Penelope nodded enthusiastically and ran up and down the aisle, scanning all the shelves and checking out all the different types of collars they had. When she finally paused, and turnedto look at Rachel, she looked confused. “They have cool things, Miss Rachel.”
“They do indeed,” said Rachel. “Which is your favorite?”
“My…myfavorite?”
“Yes, your favorite, Strawberry Moo.”
“But…” Penelope looked momentarily discomforted.
“Willow,” said Rachel, using their agreed safe word, and Penelope came rushing up to her.
“Are you okay, Rachel? Do you need some water? What do you need?”
“I’m fine,” she explained. “I just needed to talk to you out of dynamic for a second.”
Earnest eyes were locked on her as Rachel nodded slowly.
“I realize that I probably should have checked in with you about this before coming straight down here. I’m suggesting that we pick out a collar for you to wear during our hucow play, as part of the scene. Not as a permanent reflection of our dynamic or relationship.”
“Ohhhhhh.” Penny didn’t look as relieved as Rachel had expected. “I see, that makes sense.”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she said, definitively. “I would like that very much, please.”
“Okay then, little moo, go find your collar.”
Rachel watched indulgently as Penelope hovered between two different styles, finally landing on one that perfectly fit her own intentions. White leather with pink splodges on it that weren’t quite cow print but could certainly be interpreted that way if desired. And it was obvious Penelope desired.
“Great choice, Strawberry Moo. And I think it’d go perfectly with this.” Rachel pointed out the leash that she’d been checking out whilst Penny chose her collar. It was simple, white, witha metal catch that would lock onto the o-ring of the collar perfectly. “What do you think?”
“You—you want to walk around with me on a leash?”
“Just to lead you into your milking stall,” said Rachel and was rewarded by the hitch in Penelope’s breath that betrayed her response.
“Oh yes! Yes please, Miss Rachel!”
But as they headed toward the till, Rachel noticed Penelope’s steps slowed as she walked by the glass cabinet. There was one shelf that held an array of tails. Some of them were ones that would just clip onto a waistband and some of them… some of them were attached to plugs.
Penelope’s gaze was fixed on a plug that had a long detachable tail. A tail that was unmistakably a cow tail.
“Do you like that?” asked Rachel, coming up behind Penelope and whispering in her ear. The submissive jumped a little and nodded guiltily.
“You want me to plug you whilst I milk those pretty tits of yours.”
She bit her lip and nodded again.
“Good girl, for telling me what you want.” Rachel indicated to the cashier that she wanted to have a closer look. The woman who walked over had thick glasses and an amused smile that indicated that she knew exactly what they were looking at.
“The cow-tail plug?” she asked brightly.
“Yes please,” breathed Penelope.
