The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Danielle had been going to Dr. John Svenson for slightly over a year now. She had started seeing him because of a weight problem that had developed after the death of her best friend Missy a little over two years ago. Missy had been Danielle’s twelve-year-old smoky grey Weimaraner. Being married to her career, and not having much time for a social life the death of her pet had left a void in her life, and she had used food to fill that void.

She had managed to gain over seventy pounds before finally deciding to do something about it. Years earlier when she had decided to quit smoking, her family doctor had been able to help her through the use of hypnosis. So, it made perfect sense to her that since hypno-therapy had worked for her once before; it should work again and provide the solution to her weight problem. And since she was now half a continent away from her old family doctor she sought out the services of Dr. Svenson.

Dr. Svenson’s program had worked wonders on Danielle’s weight loss problem; with his help she had been able to stick to the diet and exercise regimen he had set up for her. She had tried on several occasions to work out a diet and exercise program she could stick to on her own. But, each time she had failed and would gain the weight back she had lost plus some.

Under Dr. Svenson’s guidance she had steadily made the transformation from a plump butterball with a pretty face to an alluring and svelte twenty-nine year old and, although her wardrobe still consisted entirely of pant suits, the men in her office were starting to notice the change in their colleague.

Dr. Svenson himself, found that he was not immune to Danielle’s growing allure, her beautiful face had garnered his attention from her very first visit, and as the pounds ebbed away he could discern a very attractive female hiding under all those business suits she insisted upon wearing.

He decided to ask her if she would consider seeing him on a non-professional basis. To this he had been politely, but definitively rebuffed. Danielle said that she would prefer to maintain a purely professional relationship. She enjoyed looking and feeling good, but her career would always come first, and she didn’t want to have to find another doctor.

Dr. Svenson did not take the rebuff well however, he was unaccustomed to rejection from the fairer sex. And so he made up his mind to read his notes on patient Danielle Dawson once again. Soon the seed of an idea began to form in his mind.

By the time Danielle had arrived for her next appointment Dr. Svenson had prepared his little revenge. He would later admit to himself that it had been a cheap parlor trick and very sophomoric on his part, but unfortunately for Danielle that did not prevent him from proceeding with his plan.

He placed his subject in her usual trance; he reinforced the commands that had helped keep Danielle on track with her diet. But instead of being awakened as usual, he deepened her trance instead.

“Danielle when I snap my fingers you will open your eyes, but you will not awaken.”

Dr. Svenson snapped his fingers and Danielle’s eyes popped open. Danielle did not move, she continued to lay on the couch her eyes open but staring off into space. He removed a Zippo lighter from his pocket; he spun the flint wheel igniting a flame. He held the lighter in front of Danielle’s eyes then proceeded.

“Danielle do you see the flame?”

“Yes doctor.”

“Good, now watch the flame as it flickers. As the flame dances before your eyes you will be drawn deeper and deeper into it. You will not be able to look away from the flame you will look deeper and deeper into the flame, and as you peer deeper and deeper into the flame it will consume you as you fall deeper and deeper asleep.”

He continued the monotone until he thought that he had achieved the proper depth to the trance, but to be sure he had to test the depth of her trance. “Danielle hold up your hand,” he then took a hypodermic needle and plunged it straight through the palm of her hand, she did not flinch or make a sound. As he withdrew the needle from the palm of her hand he thought to himself, “You are one excellent subject Danielle.”

“Now close your eyes and sleep, you are now in a very deep trance, while you sleep you will feel like you are floating but you will be aware of only one thing, the sound of my voice. Now drift and sleep, sleep, sleep.”

“You are doing very well Danielle, now I will snap my fingers twice and you will open your eyes, you will be able to move and talk as if you were awake but you will still be asleep. Then I will ask you a few questions, very simple questions but when you try to answer you will be unable to speak, instead you will bark like a dog.”

Dr. Svenson went to his desk and removed his digital camera. Then, so that he would not have to use a flash, (the sudden flashes might inadvertently wake his subject) he opened the drapes and blinds flooding the darkened room with natural light. When he was sure that everything was ready he snapped his fingers twice.

Danielle’s eyes flickered open and she started to rise from the couch thinking the session was over.

“Before you leave Danielle, I need to ask you a few questions. How much weight do you think you have lost so far?”

Danielle thought for a moment then said: “Arf, Arf, Arf.” She looked puzzled then tried to respond again. “Arf, Arf, Arf, Arf.”

“Really Danielle try to take this seriously, lets try a different question. Which Law School did you attend?”

Danielle did not need to think about this, she quickly blurted out. “Arf, Arf, Arf, Arf.”

She covered her mouth hoping to keep the barking contained.

“Well my girl if you insist upon speaking like a dog, then you probably should get down on all fours and act like a dog as well.”

Danielle dropped down to her hands and knees, and with a baffled look upon her face still again tried to talk. “Arf, Arf, Arf.”

“Good doggy, now come here.”

Danielle crawled across the floor to the doctor’s desk. Dr. Svenson clicked away photographing each step.

“Good doggy, now sit pretty if you want a treat.”

Danielle sat back on her heels, pulled her arms in with her wrists limp and her tongue hanging out. She actually resembled a dog begging its’ master for a scrap of food. Dr. Svenson patted Danielle on the head and gave her a small piece of biscuit then said, “good doggy.”

Then placing a collar around Danielle’s neck, he attached a leash and said, “Come doggie lets go for walksies.”

For an entire hour Dr. Svenson walked Danielle around on a leash, he had her sitting and begging for treats, and he even had her doing rollovers. All the while he snapped picture after picture with his camera.

Finally he returned her to the couch and gave her the command to sleep. Danielle returned to a deep trance state.

“That was fun,” he thought to himself, so he decided to take his prank a step further. Now getting serious again he intoned. “Danielle you are still in a very deep sleep. I have one question for you and you will answer it normally. When your dog Missy died did you keep anything of hers?”

“Yes doctor, I kept her collar.”

“Excellent Danielle, I want you to bring that collar with you on your next visit.”

“Yes doctor.”

“You are an excellent subject, now just relax and sleep. In a moment I will snap my fingers and say, “Wake.” You will awaken feeling better than after a good nights’ sleep. You will feel relaxed and rejuvenated. You will remember only your dietary instructions but absolutely nothing else. Is that clear Danielle?”

“Yes Doctor.”

Dr. Svenson put away his camera, closed the blinds and drew the curtains shut. Then he went to the couch snapped his fingers and said. “Wake.”

Danielle’s eyes fluttered opened, she yawned and stretched then rose from the couch. “You know Dr. Svenson I feel so good it’s almost criminal.”

Dr. Svenson was a little surprised at her choice of words but smiled professionally and said; “You know Danielle you have reached the hardest part of your program, you are almost at your goal, and those last few pounds can be the hardest. Then again maintaining your weight can be even harder. So I’m going to have you come once a week for a while, I’ll have my receptionist schedule you for next Thursday. Okay Danielle?”

“Okay Dr. Svenson, I’ll see you next Thursday.”

The following Thursday after Dr. Svenson had spent the week fantasizing over his pictures of Danielle. The reality of how reckless he had been finally sank in. Danielle, after all, was not just a patient she was a lawyer; if she discovered what he had done she could and would ruin him. His original plan had been to show her the pictures and coerce her into an affair. Her parting remark, though, had made him unsure. He wondered how the courts would view this sophomoric prank of his. He wondered could she have some idea of what he had done or had the criminal reference been a mere coincidence?

Danielle, in fact had thoughts of just two things, the case she was working on and the success she was having with her diet. She had not a clue about anything else.

In fact at the same time that Dr. Svenson was fretting over the possibility of jail time, she had been finishing up work on a file and preparing to leave for her appointment with the good doc. Then as she went through her handbag looking for her car keys she found something odd. She pulled the collar from her bag and wondered to herself. “Now how did Missy’s old collar find it’s way into my purse.” She dismissed it thinking to herself. “Oh well, I’ll figure it later, right now I’m late.” She jammed the collar back into her purse and hurried off to her appointment with Dr. Svenson, she really hated to be late.

She arrived at the doctor’s office with minutes to spare as usual. And her session went as usual, then when the time came to wake her and send her own her way Dr. Svenson faced his dilemma, what to do, what to do. He was confident that she had been in a deep trance, but still the seed of doubt had been planted. His curiosity had been peeked and he wanted to see if she were really the perfect subject that he suspected?

Finally, curiosity had won out over caution, he decided to take the risk. And instead of waking her, as he should have, he again ordered her to open her eyes and had her stare into the flame provided by his trusty Zippo. She was in a deep trance within seconds.

He decided it was best to test her again. But this time he plunged a hypodermic needle very slowly through the center of her open palm. He watched her face closely as the needle journeyed through her hand, but once again she showed no reaction at all as the needle slowed traveled out through the other side of her hand.

He carefully removed the needle from her hand then asked, “Danielle, you were supposed to bring something with you today. Did you bring it?

“Yes Doctor.”

“Where is it Danielle?”

“In my purse doctor.”

Retrieving her purse from the floor by the couch he opened it quickly, and found the collar jammed down inside.

Dr. Svenson’s confidence had been fully restored.

He fondled the collar for a moment, it was a wide red leather Victorian style collar with faux gems garnishing it and a tag that read Missy on one side and the inscription: Property of Danielle Dawson with her address and phone number on the other.

“My God, she is the perfect subject.” He thought again.

“Danielle stand up,” she rose stiffly from the couch, “when I snap my fingers you will open your eyes, but you will remain asleep.”

He snapped his fingers; her eyes popped open and she stood staring vacantly ahead.

“Now Danielle do you see what I am holding?”

“Yes Doctor.”

“What is it?”

“It is Missy’s collar.”

“That’s right very good Danielle. From now on Danielle, when you see Missy’s collar in my hand like this you will return to the same trance state you are in now, you will be in a deep deep trance and you will be able to hear only the sound of my voice, do you understand Danielle?”

“Yes Doctor.”

“Now Danielle, when I place the collar around your neck you will become a dog,” a wry smile appeared on his lips, “No Danielle you will become Missy. And you will remain Missy for as long as the collar remains around your neck, do you understand Danielle?”

“Yes Doctor.”

Then he fastened the collar around Danielle’s neck.

“Missy, sit.”

Danielle immediately dropped to her knees, sat back on her heels and spoke, “Arf, Arf, Arf.”

Dr. Svenson smiled and thought, “Incredible she really is the perfect subject.”

Dr. Svenson enjoyed another hour of fun, leading Danielle around on a leash, making her sit up to beg for treats and playing rollover. He woke her, again told her she would remember nothing but her diet regimen, and then sent her on her way home.

As Danielle drove home she was confused as to why she was running an hour late. She also seemed to have some vague memory of finding something in her purse that should not have been there, but whatever that thing was it wasn’t there now. Finally, she shrugged her shoulders and drove on.

Dr. Svenson spent his week fantasizing about what he could do next with his perfect subject.

Danielle, for her part, beamed with excitement, she had lost another two pounds and now she was only two pounds away from her ultimate goal.

The following Thursday as Danielle’s session should have been ending Dr. Svenson again told Danielle to open her eyes, but remain asleep.

This time as she opened her eyes she saw that Dr. Svenson was holding Missy’s collar in his hand. Seeing the collar Danielle continued to stare blankly off into space, but of course the doc had to make sure that she was actually in the deep trance he had desired. And so again the hypo test was applied to the palm of her hand, once again there was not even the hint of a reaction from his subject.

Reassured, he fastened the collar around her neck and sure enough Danielle rolled off the couch landing on all fours and playfully started barking. “Arf, Arf, Arf, Arf.”

The doc had another fun hour of playing with Missy, but before sending her home he was going to try and experiment. During the week that passed between visits he had determined that he should try to invoke some desperately needed changes in his favorite patient.

Once again he returned Danielle to the couch, and he told her to sleep.

Dr. Svenson removed the right shoe from his sleeping victim. “Okay, Danielle open your eyes and tell me what you see.”

“That is my shoe doctor.”

“That’s right Danielle, but this is a very ugly shoe Danielle. When you really look at it don’t you agree that this is an ugly shoe?”

Danielle stared at the shoe then said, “Yes doctor that is an ugly shoe.”

“Good girl, now on your way home I want you to stop at the very first shoe store you come to and buy a pair of shoes. Shoes with at least a three-inch heel. And when you get home I want you to go through your closet and throw out all of the shoes you own that look anything like this ugly shoe and replace them all with new shoes like the ones you are going to purchase on your way home tonight. Do you understand Danielle?”

“Yes Doctor.”

“Good girl, now close your eyes and sleep. When I snap my fingers and say “wake” you will wake-up feeling refreshed, you will remember nothing except your diet instructions. Do you understand Danielle?”

“Yes Doctor.”

Dr. Svenson snapped his fingers and said; “wake.” Danielle’s eyes fluttered open, with a yawn and a stretch she got to her feet. While rising she happened to catch a glimpse of her shoes.

“How did I ever manage to leave the house wearing these hideous things?” She muttered to herself.

Dr. Svenson smiled sardonically.

The next week Danielle showed up for her appointment still attired in her typical business pantsuit, but her flat conservative pumps had been replaced with the slinkiest looking black patent- leather sandals with 3 ½″ stiletto heels.

Dr. Svenson grinned smugly; he was very pleased with himself. And so, he slowly went about changing Danielle’s entire wardrobe one item at a time.

Two months later the young woman who kept her Thursday appoint with Dr. Svenson would hardly be confused for the fat girl with the beautiful face that had first come to see him about loosing some weight.

Danielle had become a beautiful and confident woman. Her auburn hair no longer confined to the neat and prim little bun, now flowed about her shoulders. Gone were the pantyhose, white cotton briefs and bra, conservative low-heeled pumps and most notably the gray and black business pantsuits.

Now she strode confidently into Dr. Svenson’s office her tired old business suit was now replaced by a little black dress of smooth, fluid jersey that had just the right amount of cling. And under her dress in place of her conservative white cotton under garments she wore a sexy little satin thong with matching bra and garter belt all in an flirty pink, with black dotted mesh overlay and trimmed with velvet bows and ruffled lace edges. The garter belt held up a pair of sheer and sexy stockings in a silky nude hue with a smooth finish, which now replaced her pantyhose. And in place of her conservative low black pumps she was now perched upon a pair of black T-strap pumps with four-inch heels.

Their session proceeded as usual and at the end of reinforcing her dietary program he held out Missy’s collar. Danielle stared blankly ahead, as he fastened the collar around her pretty neck. Dr. Svenson no longer felt any need to use the hypo test on his perfect subject.

He called, “Here Missy.”

Danielle rolled off the couch landing on her hands and knees and crawled over to Dr. Svenson’s desk.

“Missy, sit pretty.”

Missy sat back on her heels, arms pulled in, wrists limp and tongue panting. “Arf, Arf, Arf.”

Dr. Svenson took a ball from his desk; the ball wasn’t a tennis ball or an old baseball. He had fashioned this ball by taking a pair of Danielle’s old white cotton panties and a pair of her old pantyhose and rolling them up into a ball. Using the panties as the core he folded the pantyhose in half length-wise and placed the wadded up panties at the toe. Then he rolled up the pantyhose, when he reached the end he rolled the tops back on themselves. Just like the Army had taught him to do with his socks when he was back in basic training.

He threw the ball across the room. “Missy, go fetch.”

Missy eagerly retrieved the ball, returning with the drool-covered ball. She dropped it at Dr. Svenson’s feet. Dr. Svenson had to chuckle, Danielle made quite a sight crawling around on her hands and knees in her slinky black dress, high heels and silky hose.

“Good girl Missy.” He scratched her behind the ear as she panted, then he threw the ball again. They continued to play for the usual hour, and then he woke her and sent her on her way home as usual.

Danielle drove home always feeling great after her sessions with Dr. Svenson. She did, however, wonder from time to time, how she managed to get so many runners in the knees of her stockings. But she had accepted the changes in the choice of attire as her own conscious thought, and she persuaded herself that the unexpected occurrences, like the lost hours and runners in her stockings, were just happenstance.

Dr. Svenson’s game played on for nearly two years by giving Danielle post-hypnotic suggestions that kept her coming back week after week. Then Danielle suddenly announced that her next visit would be her last. She planned to move back to Nebraska and set up her own practice.

Dr. John Svenson panicked he was beside himself. He knew that if she sought out another hypnotist sometime in the future she might actually be able to remember all the things he had done to her over the past couple of years.

And besides that, he did not want to have to give up his Pygmalion. He loved his playtime with Missy; it was often the brightest spot in an otherwise dull week. And so, at the end of this session instead of playing doggy with Missy he pumped Danielle for information. And she told him every detail of her planned departure.

Dr. Svenson spent the week planning and contriving, until he had a working plan.

Danielle showed up for what should have been her last session with Dr. Svenson. The session went as usual and when Dr. Svenson held up the collar for the unblinking Danielle she continued to stare blankly off into space as usual. But now was not the time for fun and games, he did not place the collar around her neck.

“Danielle do you know what this is?”

“Yes Doctor, it is Missy’s collar.”

“Danielle do you know what happens to you when I fasten this collar around your neck?”

Danielle thought for a moment, and then responded. “Yes Doctor, I become Missy.”

“Yes Danielle that is right you become your dog Missy. Missy’s collar has a wonderfully magical effect on you. Doesn’t it Danielle?”

“Yes doctor.”

“Danielle, the next time you see Missy’s collar you will be fully awake. And that magic will create an overwhelming compulsion in you to kiss this collar, because by kissing the collar you consciously accept the magic of Missy’s collar. Because you will be fully awake at the time you may find yourself trying to fight the power of the collar, but the magic of this collar is very strong, and ultimately you will not be able to resist it. Then when you inevitably press your lips to the leather of this collar the magic of the collar will flow into you and you will become entranced just as you are now, and you have to submit to its’ power once and for all.”

“And then once you have submitted to it’s power the collar it will be fastened around your neck and you will become Missy again, this time, however, you will remain Missy, but only for as long as the collar remains fastened around your neck.”

Dr. Svenson repeated the mantra of the collar over and over until he felt sure it had been etched into Danielle’s mind. Then he woke her and sent her home as usual.

Danielle did not see Dr. Svenson again until the day of her departure. She was at the airport and had just finished checking her baggage in when she saw him. He waved to her and she nodded in recognition. He then motioned her to come over.

“Dr. Svenson, what are you doing here?”

“Danielle you don’t know how much I shall miss you, you’ve become my favorite patient. I just have a little going away gift here for you. Can you come and join me for a cup of coffee, once you go through that gate I’ll probably never see you again.”

She knew she had over an hour before the flight, so she figured why not. “Okay doctor, but it’ll have to quick they should be calling my flight soon.”

He guided her to a small overlooked coffee shop tucked away in the corner of the airports concourse. John had done his homework well. They sat in a booth in a secluded corner of the shop, and he ordered two coffees.

After the waitress served them their coffee he placed a gift-wrapped box on the table in front of Danielle. “Open it, it’s just a little something for you.”

Danielle loved presents so she opened the box eagerly. But as she opened the lid she saw Missy’s collar. Suddenly the smile disappeared from her face.

“It’s Missy’s collar. How did you get Missy’s collar?”

Danielle’s face flushed red with anger; she knew that somehow she had been betrayed.

Then slowly the anger ebbed and her expression changed to one of confusion, for some reason she felt like she should kiss the collar. She fought desperately to reason with herself. She felt the compulsion to kiss the collar, but then she would ask herself, “Why on earth would anyone kiss a dog’s collar? It makes no sense.”

Dr. Svenson sat there quietly watching Danielle’s internal struggle. Finally after what seemed like hours (but had been really only a few minutes), Danielle could resist no longer and pressed her lusciously full lips to the red leather of Missy’s collar.

Danielle’s eyes glazed over as she sat quite motionless in the booth suddenly able to neither move nor speak.

Dr. Svenson said, “Danielle be a good girl and finish your coffee.”

Danielle picked up the steaming mug of coffee and chugged it down as if it were a mug of cold beer, the expression on her face never changed.

John smiled sardonically as he left the waitress a small but appropriate tip; he helped Danielle to her feet and then guided the expressionless woman out of the shop.

Once out in the concourse he led her to a remote corner. First he removed a silk scarf from his pocket and tied it over her head, and then he took a pair of large framed sunglasses and placed them over her eyes, finally to complete her disguise he removed his trench coat and placed it around her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Danielle’s mind was working, trying to figure out what had just happened to her. For some reason, she had actually kissed that stupid collar. “But why, why, it just doesn’t make any sense. Who in their right mind kisses some stupid fucking dog collar anyway?” And now she felt powerless to move or speak. She could hear Dr. Svenson talking very clearly to her, but that was the only sound she seemed able to discern, fearfully she discovered that she could neither move nor speak unless he told her to.

As she sat fixed to the booth she heard him say, “Danielle be a good girl and finish your coffee.” Danielle could not believe her eyes as she watched her own hands grab the scalding hot cup of coffee and brought it to her lips. She knew the coffee must be hot, she could see the steam drifting up from the cup but as the searing beverage slid down her throat she felt nothing.

“Time to leave Danielle, come on or you’ll miss your plane.”

Danielle fought to understand. And as she rose stiffly from the booth Dr. Svenson grabbed her by the arm and led her from the coffee shop. She tried, but was powerless to resist him. She hoped, as he had said, he was taking her to the departure gate to catch her plane. But no, he led her to a corner and trapped her there instead.

Danielle’s brain still could not understand what was happening. “Why is he covering my head with a scarf and the sunglasses, what’s with those cheep sunglasses? Why is he placing his trench coat over my shoulders? No, no the planes are the other way.” Her thoughts remained silently locked in her head as Dr. Svenson led her out of the terminal.

Now he guided her out to the taxi stand and hailed a cab.

Dr. Svenson gave the driver directions to the warehouse district down by the wharves; Danielle sat motionless and speechless next to him in the cab.

She sat silently but her mind screamed, “Please Dr. Svenson let me out, take me back to airport, I’ll miss my plane.”

The driver dropped them off near the wharves. John Svenson watched the driver pull away before he walked Danielle another six blocks to the warehouse he’d had to rent it for a month although he needed it only for this one day.

Inside the warehouse was an unmarked black van. Inside the open van she could see the wire mesh of a dog cage.

Danielle thought, “Now what on earth does he need a dog cage for.”

Dr. Svenson removed the scarf and sunglasses from her face then retrieved his trench coat from her shoulders.

“Now Danielle you may undress, you will have no further need of clothing.”

“What the hell are you talking about doc, no need of clothing, I’ll do no such thing. You’ll have to tear this dress from my back. I dare you.”

All the while she was protesting in her mind, she had been in perfectly silent compliance to John’s command, without out uttering a word she went about stepping out of her shoes, removing her dress, her bra, her garter belt and stockings and even her frilly little thong panties.

When she was completely naked John turned and stared at the beautiful vision that now stood before him. This was the first time John had actually viewed Danielle completely naked and the sight at first had him dumbstruck. But then he gathered his wits and then gathered up her discarded clothing and placed them in the van, and now he approached Danielle with Missy’s collar in hand.

“Well Missy, it’s time. If you haven’t remembered the magical powers of this collar you soon shall.” He said as he fastened the collar around her neck.

Danielle in the mean time was not accepting any of it, “Wait a minute did he just call me Missy. No, No, No, I’m not Missy I’m Danielle. Missy had been my dog and I am not ...” She did not finish the thought.

As the clasp of the collar had been drawn closed around her neck a flood of memories suddenly rushed into her head and everything became crystal clear.

Danielle suddenly remembered everything, “The collar; when he shows it to me I fall into a deep trance, and, and when he fastens it around my neck I, I become Missy, NO, NO, NO he can’t.” Then she heard it for the first time as it rang in her ears and incredibly it was coming from her own mouth, “Arf, Arf, Arf, Arf.”

John saw the spark in Danielle’s eyes, it lasted only a brief instant as two years of memories suddenly flashed into Danielle’s confused mind, just before she had dropped to her hands and knees. That brief spark of recognition had told John that Danielle probably now knew everything. There could be no turning back now. Then with only the slightest twinge of remorse he removed a padlock from his pocket and locked it closed through the clasp of the collar. To Missy he said, “Stay girl.” Then he walked out onto the wharf and threw the padlock’s key into the river. This change was going to be permanent.

Danielle was still desperately fighting to be Danielle. But there she sat obediently waiting for her master to return.

The battle raged on in Danielle’s mind, “He said I would be Missy only as long as the collar remained on my neck. He has to take it off some time, or maybe I can get it off. No wait, what’s that in his hand a padlock what’s he going to do with... NO, NO, NO, Dr. Svenson you can’t. ‘Stay, stay’, who is he telling to stay what does he mean stay, where is he going, why don’t I follow him. He, he’s throwing something in the river. NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, he can’t.” Then she sobbed silently to herself as she watched him return.

“Well Missy that takes care of that, want to go for a ride?”

Missy sat up pretty begging yes.

Danielle protested, “Hell no, I don’t want to go for a ride. Turn me back into Danielle you bastard.”

“Good girl Missy,” he led her to the van, “get in your cage and we’ll be off, it’s time you met my other pet.”

Missy crawled into her cage, and then John locked the cage door and closed up the van.

“I’ll ‘good girl Missy’ him, let me out of this fucking cage. Wait, wait did he say he has another pet; you mean I’m not the first woman he’s done this to. That fucking bastard.”

Dr. Svenson pulled the van into his garage and unloaded Missy’s cage.

“We’re home Missy.”

He opened her cage door and let her out. Leaving the cage in the garage he opened the kitchen door.

“Come on in Missy there is someone I want you to meet.”

Missy slowly crawled cautiously sniffing and looking around, entering the unfamiliar kitchen she saw a smoky grey Weimaraner wagging its’ tail and barking a greeting to its’ master. After jumping up on Dr. Svenson and giving him a big wet welcome home. The dog turned its attention to the new arrival, Missy. Sniffing her from head to toe, it decided she must be okay and licked her on the face, and then went back to sit by its’ master.

Danielle was awe struck, “It’s, it’s, it’s Missy, but, but, but that can’t be.” Then she got a better look at the Weimaraner, “Oh no, that is definitely not Missy. OH MY GOD, NO.”

“Well Missy say hello to Max. I’ve had him since he was a puppy some seven years ago.”

Max knew that when John got home it was time to eat so the first thing on his mind after greeting his master was food. John didn’t believe in canned food, so he usually cooked something for the dog in a crock-pot while he was at work. Now Max had positioned himself right in front of the crock-pot looking up desiring its’ contents.

“Come on Max you know the rules, you eat when I eat. Yours’ may be ready, but mine isn’t. Go get acquainted with Missy while I fix my dinner.”

John prepared himself a steak, a salad and some rice pilaf. When the preparations were done he set his food on the table, and then he filled Max’s bowl with the stew that had been cooking all day. He didn’t have a regular bowl for Missy so he grabbed a soup bowl ladled it up with stew and set it down beside Max’s.

Danielle thought, “This is really too much now he expects me to eat from a bowl on the floor with the dog.”

“There you go girl, that will have to do for now I’ll get you proper bowl tomorrow.”

Max was already devouring his bowl of stew. Missy sniffed at it a few times before doing the same.

John opened a bottle of Cabernet and settled down to his steak.

Danielle was still not ready to accept being John’s pet dog Missy. In fact, she could not believe how easily her Missy persona had adapted to the situation. And then suddenly, she realized her Missy persona was just being Missy, the way that Danielle had remembered Missy. And that as Missy she had become quite accustomed to being John’s pet for the past two years.

John cleared the table and filled the dishwasher.

“Okay Max now let me see if I can get you interested in Missy. I know she doesn’t smell like a dog yet, but she will before long. Missy, come here girl.”

Missy padded her way over to John.

“Good girl,” he patted her head. “Turn around girl.”

Missy turned so that she faced away from John.

“Good girl,” he patted her rump.

Then he did something he had never done when he played with her in his office, he stuck his hand in her cunt working it in and out.

Danielle protested. " OH, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO you can’t do this to me. I’ll, I’ll ...”

Missy, however, didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact her ass started to sway a bit as if she were wagging her tail. Then John started probing inside her cunt until he found her clit. He toyed with her clit until he could feel his fingers getting wet.

Danielle’s, “NO, NO, NO’s.” Soon became, “OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH’s.”

John removed his hand from Missy’s cunt; he sniffed at his dripping wet fingers, and then he called Max.

“Max, here boy. Here you go boy.” He held his fingers up to the dogs nose.

Max sniffed a few times then greedily licked his masters’ fingers clean.

“Good boy Max. Now, try this.” John slapped Missy on the rump.

Max sniffed at Missy’s ass and soon discovered the same smell permeating from a slightly lower position and started licking Missy’s wet cunt, his long tongue swept over her pubic hair and cunt lips and even managed to tickled her excited little clit.

Danielle protested again, “Oh no. Dr. Svenson please no you can’t do this, no, no; you can’t allow Max to fuck me. NO, NO, please don’t.” She silently sobbed to herself, “no, no, please don’t.”

As the dog continued to lick at Missy’s cunt, she started to cum in a very big way. At that point Max didn’t need any further coaching, He mounted Missy from behind, and it did not take him long to imbed his prick into her juicy cunt. When the knot of his prick expanded to its’ full size they were locked together until he was finished with his task.

And just as Danielle’s protests of NO turned to OH as John fingered her clit her NO’s again evaporated into OH’s as Max humped away until finally Danielle’s voice seemed to simply disappear from Missy’s mind altogether. As she experienced the most fantastic climax she had ever experienced, or for that matter ever dreamt of experiencing. Missy panted into ecstasy for the first time in her life.

Days later John read in his morning paper about a missing lawyer named Danielle Dawson who had vanished from the airport. It seemed Ms. Dawson’s luggage had arrived in Omaha Nebraska on the fight she should have been on but no one remembered her being on the fight. The officials checked the flight records, finding that she had never boarded the plane.

They searched the entire airport for the missing women and found nothing to go on. They interviewed a waitress who remembered a woman who could have been Ms. Dawson and yes she was with a man. But, she could not describe either one of them, what had really stuck in the waitress’ mind was the fact that the woman in question had chugged a mug of scalding hot coffee. John smiled, and thought he should have left a larger tip.

The paper told of the police interviewing nearly everyone who had known the woman and anyone that had been anywhere near the airport that day. But aside from the clerk who checked her luggage, and the taxi driver who had dropped her off at the airport, no one could positively identify her.

John was glad he had taken the precautions he had.

The police eventually got around to questioning him as well; after all, he had been her doctor for over two years. But, he explained that he’d had no contact with the woman outside the office. And, the authorities could find no evidence that he had. Indeed, except for their brief encounter at the airport they’d had none.

The authorities were baffled, it seemed the woman had vanished into thin air. At least she had not left a trail of any kind for them to follow.

Finally because they could find no evidence of foul play and considering the fact that she was an adult over the age of thirty. The police had to drop their investigation and list her as a missing person.

Meanwhile, it had taken John only a few of days to train Missy to suck his cock. Her cunt would be Max’s exclusive property, and her mouth would provide some satisfaction for her master, John.

Life was great for the new household; Max had a new bitch that to him seemed to always be in heat. John now had two pets that he loved to care for and to play with. And now when Missy sat up and begged she received Johns engorged cock in her mouth instead of a piece of biscuit. Missy got plenty of exercise and John watched her diet carefully, she loved it when John treated her to his cock’ and Max was the dog of her dreams, fucking her wet cunt day and night. As for Danielle, well John thought, “Would the world really miss one more lawyer?”

Missy would undergo a few other minor changes over the next few months. When Max kept getting pubic hair stuck in his teeth John decided to depilate Missy’s cunt. Max even seemed to like her pussy better that way. Another change was that John had pierced Missy’s clit and a gold ring with a gold tag now dangling from it. The tag read Missy on one side and on the other side bore the inscription: Property of Max, the address, 523 Oak Lane, and the phone number 555-5555. It was the same as the tag that now hung from her collar, but of course that tag read Property of Dr. John Svenson, and the collar, well that would remain forever locked around her pretty little neck.

Epilogue:

Missy had been John’s pet for a little over a year when John met Megan.

Megan was a teacher at the local High School, and they had met through a common acquaintance. After only dating for a couple of months John knew Megan was the girl for him. Megan had wondered why John had always avoided taking her to his house. So after much soul searching John decided he had better bring Megan home to meet his pets.

Megan was a real dog lover and took instantly to Max. Then John brought out Missy.

John had expected a reaction, and Megan did not disappoint him. The sight of a naked woman crawling around on all fours sent Megan ballistic, she jumped to her feet and was about to walk out threatening to call the police as she went.

John grabbed Megan by the arm turned her around looked deeply into her eyes and attempted to plead his case.

Megan still fumed as she allowed herself to be led back to the sofa. John finally managed to coach her to the sofa and be seated. He quickly opened a bottle of Chablis he had chilling in the refrigerator and poured them each a glass. Then he desperately tried his best to explain.

He told Megan that Missy was a former patient who had become lost in the fantasy of being a dog (of course he couldn’t tell her that he was the cause of that fantasy) and showed her that Missy was just a pet, just like Max. He put Missy through her paces, fetching the ball rolling over, begging. Then he called Max over.

Max as usual was up for the occasion; he started licking Missy all over before focusing on her cunt. He would have started humping his mate right then and there but John didn’t think Megan was quite ready for that.

Megan sat dumbfounded. “If this is a mental problem, why isn’t she in a hospital getting help?”

John was prepared. “She was, but they couldn’t very well treat her like a dog in the hospital. She withdrew more and more from the doctors and nurses until one day she took shelter in a corner of her room growling and snapping at anyone who approached her, and refusing to eat. She was on the verge of starvation when I convinced them to let me take her home.”

John’s monotone delivery was so soothing that Megan soon started to accept his fantastic story as truth.

Now that Megan’s initial reaction had been subdued John took stock of his situation. He knew that if he left Megan to her own devices she would soon see through his ruse. And if she were to actually go to the police he would be in real trouble. But then, he had already considered this; the purpose of introducing Megan to Missy was to get Megan to accept Missy one way or another and now it was clear which way that would be.

John opened a cigarette box that sat on the table next to the sofa picked up a cigarette and retrieving his Zippo from his pocket began to light up. “I’m sorry, Megan. Would you care for a cigarette? ”

Megan shook her head no.

John made a show of playing with the lighter, flipping the lid open and closed. Megan finally, attracted by all the motion, noticed the lighter and the unlit cigarette. John held the lighter out to her in his open hand.

“That’s an interesting emblem on your lighter, what is it?”

“It’s the Military Intelligence insignia, my old Army Unit,” then he spun the flint wheel igniting the flame.

Megan watched as John made a show of moving the flaming lighter around in front of her face.

“Amazing isn’t it. They made these lighters wind proof so that they could be used in the field,” he continued to move the lighter rhythmically back and forth in front of her. When he saw that the flame had caught her attention he slowed down and began a droning monotone.

“The flame is fascinating isn’t it?” Megan did not respond but continued to stare at the open flame.

“That’s right Megan, look deep into the flame. It’s relaxing, just sit back on the sofa, relax and look into the flame.” Megan nestled down into the sofa, and was unaware as John removed the wine glass from her hand, and she continued to stare at the Zippo’s flame, fixated.

“You are relaxed now, the flame is drawing you in deeper and deeper. Your eyelids are getting heavy, and you are starting to feel sleepy. But, you must fight to keep your eyes open. Yours eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, the harder you try to keep them open the heavier they become. You find it impossible to hold your eyes open. But you must fight; use all of your strength to keep your eyes open. The flame is now drawing you closer and closer to its’ center, and as it does so it will begin to envelope you. Your strength is ebbing away with each passing second; you can fight it no longer. Your eyelids are so heavy now it is taking all of your physical strength to just to hold them open a sliver. The flame surrounds you now, let go, your strength is completely exhausted. Sleep, sleep, sleep.”

Megan’s head slowly rolled to one side.

“Good girl Megan, sleep, sleep, sleep, deeper, deeper, deeper and deeper. As you sleep deeper and deeper you will begin to feel lighter and lighter. You will feel like you are floating. Good girl, float Meagan, float deeper and deeper into a trance.”

“Good, very good Megan you are now in a very, very deep sleep. Now I’m going to need your attention, so sit up straight.” Megan sat up straight on the sofa. “Now hold out your right hand.” Megan extended her right arm. John had a syringe at the ready and plunged it straight through the center of Megan’s open palm. The entranced girl did not react in the slightest.

“Very good Megan. You make an excellent subject. Now I need you to listen. I think you know why I invited you over tonight, but tell me why do think I invited you to my house?”

“I believe we are growing together, I think you wanted me to know more about you.”

“Yes Megan. Now Megan, tell me what happened when I introduced you to Missy.”

“I became very upset. It’s not right to have a naked woman running around your house, even if she does think she is a dog.”

John retold his doctored version of how Missy had become his pet.

“Okay, now Megan you must overcome your prejudice against Missy. She is nothing but a pet and a mate for Max. From now on when you see Missy you will not see a naked women crawling around on all fours, you will see a smoky grey Weimaraner just like Max. You will treat Missy in the same way that you treat Max. Max and Missy are life mates, just as I hope that we shall be.” John repeated this mantra, “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman,” over and over again. And then it was Megan’s turn.

Megan began to utter the mantra herself: “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman.”

John left Megan chanting her mantra: “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman.” He refilled his wine glass, lit up his cigarette and relaxed as Megan chanted on.

When he was satisfied that the mantra had been permanently inscribed in Megan’s memory he told her stop.

“You have done very well Megan. Now tell me what happened tonight.”

“You invited me over to meet your two pets Max and Missy.”

“Yes that is right Megan, and what are Max and Missy?”

“Max and Missy are your smoky grey Weimaraners.”

“Very good Megan, now do you remember your mantra?”

“Yes, “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman.”

“Very good Megan. Now Megan you will forget the mantra until it is time for you to go to sleep at night, then it will return to you and you will silently chant it to yourself until you fall asleep, in the morning you will not remember the mantra until it is time for sleep again. Now after I snap my fingers I will say the word wake, and you will awaken from your little sleep. But you will remember nothing about tonight except meeting my two dogs and falling asleep on the sofa after having a glass of wine. Do you understand Megan?’

“I met your dogs and fell asleep after a glass of wine.”

“And what else?”

“And at night I must chant my mantra: ‘Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman,’ it will help me to fall asleep.”

“Excellent,” John snapped his fingers, “Wake Megan.”

Megan’s eyes slowly fluttered open. “Oh John, I’m so embarrassed. I must have fallen asleep. That doesn’t usually happen to me.”

“That’s alright Megan, it was only a minute or two and I caught your wine before it could spill on the sofa. You must have had a hard day at school today.”

“I’m so sorry John, I forgot about the wine. Are you sure it didn’t spill?”

John merely smiled and shook his head; “Tell me now that you have met my pets what do think of them?”

Just then Max and Missy came running back into the room. They made a fuss over John then went over to Megan seeking more attention.

“John they are such wonderful dogs. They look enough alike to have come from the same litter.”

John chuckled to himself, “Well, Missy is a few years older than Max.”

Megan sat petting Max on the head and scratching Missy behind the ear, both of their heads now resting in her lap. She said: “I can’t image why you worried about my meeting them. You know I love dogs, I just can’t keep one in my apartment.”

John drove Megan home that night and as she climbed into bed she could hear a buzzing in her ear. She tapped the side of her head as though an insect had flown in her ear. The buzzing continued as she yawned. When her head hit the pillow the buzzing started to become clear and she could hear it softly in her ear now: “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman.” The phrase softly echoed in her head until she drifted soundly off to sleep.

In less than a year John and Megan were married. But John was not satisfied. He loved to tinker, and his new wife was the object of his tinkering. It did not take long before John and Megan were expecting their first child. After the birth of their son, John Jr., John was able to “convince” Megan to give up her teaching career to be a stay at home mom. With the birth of a daughter, Danielle, two years later John decided it was time to get his wife into shape.

Megan “allowed” her husband to use hypno-therapy to work out a diet and exercise regime that she could adhere to. Within four months Megan’s was as fit and trim as she had ever been in her life. The schoolmarm and maternity clothing were relegated to Good Will.

And on this particular day, this stay at home mom could be found chasing after John Jr., and Danielle wearing a cute little red dress of smooth, fluid silk that had just the right amount of cling to it.

Megan’s once conventional undergarments having now long been replaced by cute little sexy things. Which on this day included a frilly little satin thong that had a matching bra and garter belt all in a devilish red, with black dotted mesh overlay and they all were trimmed with black velvet bows and black ruffled lace edges. The garter belt holding up a pair of the sheerest and sexiest black silk stockings, which had replaced her old pantyhose. And in place of her once favorite running shoes she now teetered upon a pair of black paten-leather T-strap pumps with four-inch heels.

Most of Megan’s friends slowly grew to accept her new appearance, but they found it difficult to understand how she managed to run after two kids in this new choice of attire. They had no doubt that Megan appeared to be happy with her life. And needless to say John couldn’t have been happier.

Unfortunately Max and Missy were no longer with the loving couple. Max had died about a year ago (in doggy years Max was in his seventies) and John knew that Missy missed him.

John didn’t know what to do with Missy. He had been considering replacing the deceased Max with a new pup. But then one day while surfing the net he happened upon a site called PetWomen. He was surprised that such a site existed but soon found an interested prospect at the sites chat room. Within a week Missy had been sold. She now had a new home, a new owner and a new mate: a Great Dane named Duke. And John cautioned her new owner never to remove the collar from around her neck.

John, with the departures of his two pets, went out and bought a new red dog collar. And now in the privacy of their bedroom Megan (still in her high heel and slinky attire) wears out the knees of her stockings chasing after a pair of white cotton briefs rolled up inside a discarded pair of pantyhose. Then, after returning the ball to John’s feet she sits pretty and pants, her ass resting firmly on her heels and her arms folded neatly in at her chest. John leans over pats her on the head and says, “Good Megan”.