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Part Fourteen

“Thank you Cher, I very much enjoy you. Now how about we make some Lasagna?” I asked my slightly glassy eyed companion.

“Oh...Sir, Yes please. I Looove Lasagna! But have had to limit myself to the frozen ones you buy in the store.”

“You mean you have _ Never _ tried to make it yourself?” I asked incredulously.

“Um, no Sir, it wasn't in the basic cooking courses I was given, I'm an entertainment model and the focus of my 'education' was in other areas. She said giving me a playful chest shimmy grinning wickedly.

“Well than, it is time to upgrade your education my dear. ' I said looking over at Mel to see if she was ready only to find her curled into a contented snoozing ball murring softly in her sleep.

“Looks like your dancing wore her out. That was an awesome performance Cher, I very much enjoyed watching you. I think we will have to install a pole for you to work with. I was thinking of rearranging things a bit and setting up a VR stage in the rumpus room where you could perform, if you want to give that a try?” I asked as we made our way into the kitchen.

“Honestly, I think I'd like to give that a try. There is something about dancing that brings me such primal joy! But having spent a couple of days on the farm, I am really starting to really enjoy the slower pace of life out here in the country, just to go out side at night and be able to look up and see the vault of stars just adds to my sense of contentment.” Cheryl said, sighing with a smile.

“I notice you are smiling a lot more being out here.” I said placing a hand on her hip.

“Yeah, I hadn't realized just how much pressure I was under back in the city. The constant noise and activity was getting on my nerves, not to mention the job stress and the increasing pressure for me to transition into escort work.” She paused shaking her head. “Honestly, I think if I would have been forced into that, it would have probably killed me. I doubt I could have survived a year; and not just because of the inherent risks that come with that line of work, but the fact it would have crushed my soul, and I wouldn't want to live like that...” she sniffed, I hugged her.

“Well, while I like to think you have choices in your life despite what society may think, I am glad you no longer have that choice to make, for you belong to _ Me _ now. And you are a valued member of my household and family. I am somewhat odd in the fact that I don't see morphs as disposable appliances or slave labor to exploit, use up, and just replace when they wear out. Perhaps it's the fact that my coding helped create you. That I see the fact you can be much more, then you were initially designed to do. Believing that you can 'exceed your design parameters' if you will. But I am glad you and Mel are in my life now. And I want to make sure you know you are both loved and appreciated.” Cheryl hugged me tightly. I huffed at the surprising strength this lavender Skunkette possessed.

“Thank you my loving _ Master . Sorry, but in my mind, _'He who cuffed me' becomes my master. Perhaps it is part of the engram imprinting I was given, but in my heart you are the star around which I orbit, it makes me incredibly happy to know that I am no longer on my own, that someone loving cares enough about me to cuff me and make me a part of their life and not see me as merely a....” She paused shaking her head again. And reverently kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.”

“You are quite welcome Miss Conner. I am honored to have you and miss Montserrat as my companions. I am glad you are both good friends and lovers. Surprising as that may sound, I was never raised to be the possessive or jealous type. I couldn't quite wrap my head around the idea that people were property. Especially someone you supposedly loved and care about.... Ah well, I suppose it all revolves around insecurity and the dregs of religious thinking that the people in your life were your personal property.”

“But Kev, in a real sense, Mel and I, Are your property. You cuffed us, and in the eyes of society you _ Own _ us.” my Skunkette said placing her paws on my shoulder looking into my eyes.

“I suppose that is one way of looking at it. Agreeing to wearing my Cuff, you both are my contract companions; and in exchange for room an board, you are under my care to do with you as I see fit. And while most companion morphs are used for carnal pleasures, that is not all they are good for. aAlot of manufacturing companies will contract morphs for their workforce. Providing food clothing and housing in exchange for wearing their company biometric Cuff which serves as an id badge as well as identify where they belong. They also receive a stipend that they can use for personal expenses.”

“I know... and while some 'Entertainment models' do work in that sector, we are mostly treated like fuck toys for the employees and management staff. I am glad I was released as an independent Entertainer. When my initial three year employment contract with Purr-Dition expired, I continued to work there and found I could make a fairly good living at it, but than again I had built up a loyal following. Hmmm... I wonder if I can bring them with me when I go VR?” she asked.

“I am sure you will quickly generate a lot of fans when you do, we can look into that tomorrow after we get back from picking up your possessions. Mel mentioned that Mrs Fisher might really appreciate a case of farm fresh produce, what do you think?” I asked. “We need to harvest a few things for dinner, all you need are your boots in the mud room, we have house robes if you feel the need to cover up, while we go picking.” I offered drawing on a house robe. Sherry just gave me a Look, “Oh please, you know I love being in just my fur as much as I can, which is one more reason I love it here, you allow me the freedom to be myself.” she said pulling on her rubber boots and hat as we exited the mud room.

“Grab a harvest basket and we will pick some spinach for the Lasagna as well as a few other tasty things we can cook up for our evenings repast.” I winked at the luscious lavender morph who stood there contentedly running her paws through her fur loving the feeling of unrestricted sunshine and fresh air on her body.

“You look amazing wearing sunshine and fresh air, Cher.” I commented as she returned with a woven river reed harvest basket tucked into the crook of her arm. Her radiant smile only adding to her overall beauty.

“Thank you good Sir! I am incredibly happy with my life now. This is an amazing operation you have here. If I may ask, what does an operation this size bring in?” Cheryl inquired looking around the planted beds.

“Oh, I comfortably make around a hundred thousand a year, but with you here, we can probably double that with the Farmers market on Fridays, and depending on the direction, we may be able to reopen the CSA program or seek a few more restaurants or grocery stores as customers.

“Whoa! That's unbelievable. You have what... half an acre under cultivation here?” she asked resting her paws on her curvaceous hips looking around.

“one quarter of an acre so far, but we can increase it to a half to perhaps three quarters of an acre with the three of us here.

“...How? How can you extract that much profit out of so compact a gardening operation?” my Skunkette asked honestly flabbergasted at my numbers.

“It all goes back to the high rotation crops as well as planting some high value crops that are in demand at the finest restaurants in the city. That, and also growing a few exclusive crops for my customers makes all the difference, people will gladly pay a premium for top quality organic produce. Back when I was just starting out I hit upon the idea of setting up a CSA, known as Community Supported Agriculture, or Subscription Farming.”

“I've heard of that, How does that work exactly?” she asked as we made our way down the rows.

“You would sign up for a CSA subscription, For a set amount per growing season, you would receive a box of farm fresh produce every week, it would be constantly changing depending on what was in season at the time. And most of this was things that you could not find at your local markets, or if you could they would be quite pricey. And you would come pick it up at the farmers market on Friday.”

I said taking her into one of the greenhouses where I had tall rows of tomatoes growing. Walking down the rows I harvested a few of the large red globes handing them to my Skunkette to place in the basket.

“Tomatoes for example. Can you imagine having fresh, vine ripe tomatoes in April or May, long before they arrive in stores, these are lovely farm fresh, not shipped from half way around the globe grown in industrial warehouses that have no flavor, that they need to gas to turn them red.” the same was true of the farmer's market, I could have early summer produce in the spring.”

“Gassing tomatoes? Why do they need to be gassed, would they need to kill some kind of pests?” Cher asked wrinkling her muzzle at the thought.

“No, it's the fact that they have to be shipped a long distance, so then they get to the proper size, like this.” I say showing her a lovely vivid emerald green rock of an unripe tomato on the vine. “They pick them green, wash them and coat them with a microscopic sealant film to keep the bugs off, then place them in cold storage and ship them to regional distribution centers where they place them in large chambers and flood them with phosgene gas. It turns green tomatoes bright red on the outside at least. Funny thing about phosgene gas, it is said to smell like musty hay or green corn. It was used as a chemical weapon in the great war killing over a hundred thousand people. It has more industrial uses, such as making things like polycarbonate but, yeah... Most of the tomatoes in the markets are gassed which is one reason they are tasteless. You are eating a green tomato, the flavors have not been developed yet, but they are great to ship world wide. Not to mention refrigeration will actually shut off certain flavor aspects of ripe tomatoes. For vine ripe tomatoes do not ship or keep well.” I say. The look of horror on the poor gals face was priceless.

“Vine ripe, farm fresh organic tomatoes are far better, don't you think my dear?” I ask picking a bright red cherry tomato and popping it into my morphs wide open muzzle. She blinked biting down on the juicy morsel snapping her out of her shock.

“Mmm! oh yesh, thish ish fantashstic” she said slurping around a mouthful of tasty tomato. “Thank you!”

“Glad you agree, now you can see why my customers are more than happy to pay for these rather than the flavorless rocks you can get in most large stores.” I said leading my companion back to the house with a full harvest basket. Coming in from the mud room we found Mel puttering around the kitchen.

“Welcome back” she said with a grin at us.

“Have a nice little nap Mousey mine?” I asked hugging her close. “We were harvesting a few things for dinner, we are making lasagna.” I announced.

“Wonderful! Where do we start?” she asked moving over and hugging the Skunkette.

“Normally I would make up some marinara sauce, but I have a few quarts I put up last time I made a batch, so all we need to do now is make the Ricotta.” I announced taking a gallon of milk from the fridge and placing a large heavy bottomed sauce pot on the stove.

“You mean you are going to Make Fresh Ricotta cheese?... Now?” Mel asked.

“Yes, I always make fresh Ricotta for Lasagna, I told you I was going to teach you how to make it, and with Cher here she can learn as well, there is nothing to it... It is quite easy to make and much better than anything you can buy in the store anyway... Why are you looking so shocked, Mel, you should know by now, farm fresh is the way I roll.” I chuckled winking at the surprised squeaker.

“Now then For ricotta you will need at least a gallon of whole milk, just make sure it is not 'ultra pasteurized', you can Not use that for making cheese, but it might work for Ricotta, now that I think about it,” I said pouring the milk into the pot and adding a thermometer.

“What's wrong with ultra pasteurized?” Mel asked. “ I see it in the store all the time.”

“Nothing, if you just want to drink it. The Ultra Pasteurization process denatures the milk proteins giving it a longer shelf life in the store, but it is no longer any good for making cheese because it will not form solid curds.” I say moving onto the next step. Turning on the heat and handing my Mousey a large wooden spoon.

“Now take this and stir the milk so it doesn't scorch. You want to bring it up to one hundred ninety degrees Fahrenheit or about eighty eight degrees Centigrade. I add, removing a jar from the cupboard.

“This is citric acid think of it like purified lemon juice it is what we use to curdle the milk with. You could use lemon juice or vinegar, they impart an additional flavor to the final product. I want just clean Ricotta this time, so we measure two tablespoons of citric acid into a cup of warm water.”

“This is fascinating! I have never seen anyone make fresh cheese before. I am learning so much here, and I love it.” Sherry enthused.

“Glad you are one who likes learning new things hon, because I have a lot to teach you both.”

“Milk is up to temp Sir!” Mel announced stirring slowly.

“Good, now we add about half the Citric acid solution... keep stirring Mel! that's it. Then add one Tablespoon more until the whey separates, that would be the yellow liquid.”

“Wow! Look at that!” Sherry exclaimed as the liquid went from opaque white to a a light straw yellow.

“There we go; Now, some folks will add the entire cup to the milk that will make a more solid curd, but I think it is a bit tough, what I want for this is a more creamy Ricotta. Now we take it off the heat and move over to the sink and ladle it into a colander lined with either three layers of cheese cloth or a single layer of butter muslin, which has a tighter weave and retains more of the curds.” I say placing a sheet of the material I pull out of one of the drawers and into the colander I have set into a pot to catch the runoff.

“Now, you two take turns ladling it into the colander.” I say stepping back watching my morphs experience the joy of simple cheese making.

“Oh my god, this is Soo amazing!” Mel squeed.

“I know! I've never done this before, and it is sooo much fun!” Sherry enthused.

“Now pour the rest of the pot into the colander. Next we gather the corners of the cloth and lift to drain the excess whey.” I say securing it to the swing arm faucet on the sink.

“Give this about twenty minutes to finish draining and we then place it into a bowl and add a tablespoon of kosher salt, also known as cheese makers salt, it has no iodine in it. Iodine can interfere with any cultures you add to the cheese, but we don't have to worry about that in this case, and That is how easy Ricotta is to make.” I finished and was hugged by my companions.

“Thank you!” they said in unison.

“You are both very welcome. Now I want you to taste the Whey we saved, it has a few uses in cooking.” I say pouring them a small cup from the pot holding the warm straw yellow whey. They each take a tentative sip. Their eyes go wide in surprise.

“Wow, this is...Good! They exclaimed. I find it adorable the way they finish each other's sentences, the mark of long term lovers.

“Yes, it is very healthful, can be used in making bread as well as chilled for a refreshing beverage with a few things added to it.”

“I can see that!” Mel nodded finishing her cup.

“I love my new life!” Sherry said hugging herself and sighing in contentment.

“Glad to know you have no regrets, for you should try and live your life with as few regrets as possible, you will be much happier. I remember my Grandmother once said that when folks approach the end of their lives and look back on all their experiences, it is not the things that they Did that they regret, but it is the things they Didn't do, the opportunities they let pass them by, that they tend to regret the most. She said that one should live life to the fullest to gain the most value out of it. That always struck me as a good bit of advice to follow.”

“Your Grandmother was a wise woman, and you are a very wise, kind and loving man, Keven Morgan. And I am forever grateful to you for taking me into your household.” Sherry murred. “So what's next?” she chirped happily.

“Well, if I was going to make fresh Marinara, I'd get out my dutch oven and add about half a cup of good olive oil, set on low heat then add two finely diced red onions, Two cloves of nice minced garlic, a cup of diced panchetta, oh yeah, this is a good old school sauce here.” I chuckled at the looks I was getting.

“Sauté that up tel the onions get translucent, adding a bit of salt and fresh ground black pepper, you have to season your food, or it will be bland, and to me that is a culinary Sin.” I said with a nod.

“Then kick up the heat a bit more and add at least a cup and a half of good red wine, I tend to favor a big bold Zinfindel, but any full bodied red will do. Just remember there is no such thing as 'cooking wine' that is low class rot gut loaded with salt. No, if you wouldn't drink it, than don't cook with it.”

“Let that simmer for a while as it reduces then I add my tomatoes, good Italian plum types like Romas or San Marzanos; they have a lower moisture content and make fantastic sauce. Roberto Pellagreeno prefers the San Marzano's to make his signature sauces, and they have three Interon stars.” I say .

“For my sauce I will add about three and a half pounds of them well crushed and cook them down and add about three tablespoons of tomato paste to really kick up the intensity. Then just simmer it for about an hour and you are ready to go.” I grinned at the hungry looks ant twitching noses, as I opened the home canned jar of sauce and poured it into a heavy bottomed sauce pan to warm.

“Just the description of the sauce is making me hungry.” Sherry moaned.

“Come, stir the sauce if you please, it is an easy sauce to make, but an all day sauce, like this, is really what you need for a primo experience. It is loaded with spicy Italian sausage and ground beef.” I said moving to the pantry and returning with a box of pasta sheets.

“Now, I Could make fresh pasta for this, but I find dry works just as well. Now let's check on the Ricotta. Oh, Mel, could you please grate this one pound ball of mozzarella for me? ” I ask handing off the cheese to my Mousey before moving the Ricotta over to the center isle and placing it into a glass bowl, the rich fluffy cheese looked just about right. I added a bit of salt and mixed it in and tasted it. Just so, I thought.

“Taste this..” I instructed, pinching off a couple of gobbets of the fresh cheese and offering it to my morphs. The look on their faces was well worth it.

“That, is what Fresh Ricotta tastes like.” I say with satisfaction.

“Oh, it is so sweet and fresh and creamy! Why is the stuff in the frozen Lasagna sometimes gritty?” Sherry asked.

“Probably because they use too much citric acid when making their ricotta. It makes fine curds that are tightly bound and can be gritty, or they substitute small curd cottage cheese which can get mealy when baked,”

“...Ewww” My Skunkette made a face. “Fresh quality ingredients make such a difference. And this sauce smells Fantastic!” she sniffed deeply as she stirred the pot.

Setting a stock pot in the sink I ran about three gallons of water in the twenty quart stockpot then moved it to the stove top.

“To cook good pasta you need to do it in salted water.” I said adding a handful of Kosher salt. I cranking up the heat “When that boils we drop in the pasta sheets and cook them to 'Al-dente' you don't want to over cook your pasta!”

removing a stainless steel restaurant roasting pan from under the stove “This is a roasting pan, I like to use it for making my Lasagna.”

“It's huge!” Sherry squawked.

“I take my Lasagna seriously, besides with the two of you here I think this will be just about right, if you love Lasagna as much as you profess.” I smirked once everything was ready I showed them how I assemble a home made Lasagna.

“ Heat your oven to three fifty, then In a large bowl, combine the ricotta, two eggs, two cups of pecorino Romano, a half cup of freshly chopped flat leaf Italian parsley and all but 1 cup of the grated mozzarella. Season well with salt and pepper. Mix thoroughly. This is the rich gooey center of the Lasagna.”

“Now, we lay down a thick layer of sauce, and then place our first layer of noodles down.” I instruct demonstrating the process.

“Then a layer of the Ricotta cheese mixture, then some of the blanched Spinach, then another layer of sauce, and lay your next layer of noodles down. Then repeat the process.” I say to the oooh's and aah's of my attentive morphs.

“Then a final layer of noodles and sauce topped with the mozzarella we saved from the mix, all that's left is to pop it into the oven and bake it for thirty minutes. And then let it rest for ten minutes once we pull it, to let it solidify a bit before we cut into it.”

“... Kev, that was Thee best Lasagna I have ever had in my life... Now, if you don't mind I am going to slowly make my way to the couch and pass out from the massive Food Coma trying to overtake me.” Sherry groaned beaming happily and gently rubbing her very contented slightly distended tummy.

“Glad you liked it Cher, how you doing Mel?” I asked my Mousey, she sat back eyes closed, a contented smile on her muzzle slowly rubbing her own belly, murring happily.

“Absolutely wonderful Sir, not only do you satisfy us with your lovings, but your wonderful cooking as well. I never dreamed my life could have this much contentment in it. I have a new career that brings me joy, a master who loves me, I have my best friend with me and we are pledged to the most wonderful human I have Ever met; You love us, and support us, and we in turn love and support you. We are all surrounded by love, contentment and happiness. This...is a very good life.”

“Oh agreed! Thank you Master Keven for blessing us all.” Sherry crooned waving her cuffed arm lazily doing her best to be part of the conversation as she reclined on the couch..

“Well, I am glad that everyone feels that way, I know you both have brought a lot of happiness and joy back into my life, after your nap, we can go out and start gathering the Co-op delivery, I am going to check in with them to see if they need anything more before we start harvesting.” I said making my way around the table to give each morph a loving nuzzle to help show them just how much I appreciated them before heading into the office. Mel reached up draping her arms around my neck as I leaned over the back of her chair Placing my hands on her shoulders and slowly slid them down her chest gently playing with her breasts a few moments before moving down to caress her slightly distended belly. Her fur was soo delightfully soft. Mel murred in contentment at my loving touch.

“You treat me so well Sir, thank you, my Master... I love you.” she murred kissing my neck.

“You are very welcome Sweet Mousey mine. It means a lot to me that you both are happy here.”

“Verry Happy Sir... I know Sherry is very grateful to you as well. I have never seen her this happy and care free. You, good Sir, are a miracle worker. I think I may join her for a bit of a power nap before we start harvesting.” Mel said slowly getting to her feet as we moved to the living room seeing a very sleepy Skunkette sprawled on the couch. Mel snuggled in next to her.

I knelt beside my Skunkette and caressed her muzzle and cheek-roughs, letting my fingers glide through her neck fur. She murred slowly opening her eyes smiling at me radiant love shining in her deep purple eyes and a content smile on her muzzle.

“Thank you for this life, for your love, and for your deep understanding. I give myself to you, body, mind, heart and soul. From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, to the tip of my tail... Unto my dyeing breath, I Declare myself to belong to you, and you alone....my Master, Keven Morgan.” Cheryl said reaching out and drew me into a kiss.

I placed my hand between her ears she bowed her head. “Cheryl Conner, that is a very heartfelt and sincere declaration, freely given and freely accepted. I understand just how much this means to you, and will do all within my power to see that you have the best life I can provide for you. I, Keven Morgan declare this so. You are mine from this day unto your dieing breath, You , Cheryl Conner, now belong to ME! ” I said looking deeply into her wide eyes, the joy reflected there is something I shall never forget. For she freely and of her own will had just life-bonded herself to my service. I understood it, for Bree did the same thing. It was not what I was expecting this soon, but, there are times in a morphs life when they must follow their hearts. very few get the opportunity so I was not about to reject her heartfelt declaration, for to do so would be far worse than crush her soul. I smiled lovingly at my morph.

“Thank you Master Kev. Thank you.” she murred drifting off to sleep. Mel just stared wide eyed at what had just transpired. I met her gaze and just nodded. 'Thank You' she mouthed and closed her eyes to rest, snuggling into her beloved.

' __Well, that was an unexpected development', I mused as I sat in my office. I thought back to when Breeanna had pledged herself. It had totally floored me, she went on to explain what it meant and what the consequences of being rejected could mean, there was no possibility I would ever reject her and I believe she knew it. She explained that when the time comes a morph has an overriding compulsion, as strong as the need to draw ones next breath. That when they find the one they feel destined to serve unto death that they declare themselves for to refuse would become unbearable. To be rejected would not only crush their spirit, but drain away their will to live, and one so rejected found a way to end it all. I sometimes wonder if it was part of the engram imprinting, or something that had developed independently as a consequence of the fact they were created to serve, and this was the natural if unintended manifestation of that driving need? I suppose I could give Chet a call and ask him if this was part of the programming package, or an organic anomaly that just crept in, but it wasn't urgent. I made a note in my monthly 'To-Do' list to touch base with him, then placed a call to the Co-op..

End Part Fourteen

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