First things first, go get Olivia!

“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. “Do you want to go shopping first, Master?”

Sean shook his head. His hair was still short-ish in his masculine hairstyle, so it did not move around on his head much.

“No,” he replied. “We should take care of Olivia as quickly as we can.

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.

Sean drove his blue hybrid Ford Ranger the short distance to the Airbnb where Olivia was supposed to be hiding.

Sean found the key hidden under the black rock like Olivia’s text had said.

He led Tina in, calling for their friend in his rich baritone.

“Olivia,” he called, “it’s us!”

“Thank god!” they heard faintly from the other side of a door in the tiny rental. “Get your ass in here and claim me before I go insane!”