Handling techniques

"In a moment, you will feel heat on your ass. Not pain. Just heat."

My Owner's face was inches before my own. Her finger was stroking back and forth between my horns. I was completely focused on her.

"And you'll feel this heat in three, two, one..."

A warmth spread from my left cheek, but there was no pain. It was just heat. Things started to get blurry. She wiped a tear from my eyes.

"There, it's over. Now, straighten up."

"You know", interrupted a voice, "there's some perfectly good restraints here. You don't need that hypnosis bullshit."

My Owner looked behind me, and scoffed. "They might be animals, but I don't like seeing them suffer. Unlike you, Anna."

"Whatever." Chains clinked. "If you're done here, move away. I need to brand mine."

My Owner shot her a hateful glare. Without another word, she grabbed my waist, pulled me forward, and walked away. I pressed against her, the heat on my bottom fading into the background.

A muffled screech rose behind us.

My Owner reached up and started stroking, back and forth, between my horns.

"Forget that sound, cow. Let's just get these cut, and hook you to a stall."