First, to shopping.

“I want to get her,” Sean said, “but there’s a problem.”

Tina, naked and on her knees at his feet, looked confused before a light seemed to come on in her eyes. “You don’t have any clothes, Master.” She then touched her neck. “I need a collar and a leash. I won’t be able to follow you everywhere without them.”

Sean nodded in agreement.

They rummaged through some of Tina’s old clothes stored in their garage that they had never gotten rid of until they found an ugly “little old lady” nightgown she had gotten years ago, worn only a couple of times before being put away, forgotten. It had come down to her ankles, but it reached much higher on Sean’s legs.

“Do you think that I’ll fit in at Walmart?” he asked.

Tina burst out laughing.

Sean felt the urge to show off his wife turned sex slave, so he ordered her to dress in her sexiest, skimpiest, matching workout shorts and bra. He knew that the changes brought about by the virus compelled him to want to dominate and show off Tina, but it still felt like the proper thing to do. They were learning that, since Tina was to be the only slave that he claimed with a penis, she would be the most loyal and accepting of his commands. Both agreed that it was strange to accept that some of their feelings were artificial, yet feel at peace with it.

SAV-2 and its variant had to be artificially created.

Sean ordered Tina to text Olivia to stay hidden because they were on their way.

Though they were dressing rather simply, it still took them an hour to get ready to leave the house. Tina was responsible for doing her and her husband’s makeup and hair, since Sean knew he had a lot to learn in that area.

When they left the house, Sean was wearing the ugliest bright pink housedress that he had ever seen. He was still 6’2”, so the housedress came down to only mid-shin. It looked more ridiculous than ever, but his expertly applied makeup and styled hair made him pretty.

Tina, on the other hand, was wearing a skimpy blue bikini top over the tiniest blue workout shorts that she had. Her shorts looked almost like men’s briefs. She wore her running shoes. To avoid violating leash laws, they had opted, as a temporary measure, to use the chain leash that they had kept after their lovable old mutt, Pogo, died a few years ago. The leash made a choker around her neck with the chain running through the loop handle.

Tina was practically glowing with excitement to go out leashed for the first time.

They normally avoided this particular store, but they were in a rush as Sean drove his blue hybrid Ford Ranger along the back roads that they had quickly learned after moving out here.

The store was next to the largest, most culturally conservative evangelical church in their area. Before the virus hit, this was the center of local anti-LGBTQ+ bigotry. Sean had heard rumors that it was now drawing in men who were fighting the strong attraction to other men bestowed by the original SAV-2 virus. Scary rumors were circulating about the Second Harvest Tabernacle.

“Master, I don’t like the look of that crowd outside of that cult,” Tina said as they drove in front of the church.

The crowd worried Sean also. There were a lot of angry-looking men milling about the parking lot. They were loading large plastic barrels into the backs of trucks.

The last thing that either of them would ever see was a barrel tipping off the tailgate of an old Dodge. The explosion that resulted was even larger than the one that took out the Murrah building in Oklahoma City in 1995.

The only thing not mourned after the blast left a crater was the Second Harvest Tabernacle.

THE END