Owned My Life As a Dog part 2 Tue, 8 Nov 94 09:24:09 -0500 Delphi (info@delphi.com email, 800-695-4005 voice) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage The following fantasy involves Owner / Pet role playing, bi sexual activities, mindcontrol and assorted other fetishes. I am interested in comments and reaction to this story. If favorably received, I will continue with more chapters. My Life As a Dog Chapter 2 by Owned I am one of those people who can endlessly debate the pros and cons over a decision with their inner voice. I had just made the decision of my life. Was it a good decision or a bad one? I had just agreed to trade a year of my life for an opportunity to take part in a major study of human behavior. Well, actually that isn't the reason I am doing it. The $100,000 payment at the end of the year is certainly attractive, but that wasn't my primary motivation. I would be working every day with Gary. I and half the coeds on campus had been fantasizing about after class liaisons with him since he came to this school. This was close to the mark, I couldn't count how many times I masturbated to images of Gary and me with our loins locked together. My real motivation was an intellectual and emotional fascination with the relationship between a pet and its owner. I had agreed to live my life for the next year as a DOG. I would be a dog, a lab animal and a pet. Just thinking about this would reliably send an electric charge from my brain to my cunt and back again. How did I know that I had made the right decision? As I left that fateful meeting when I agreed to take part, I was flushed and feeling more than a bit light headed. Soft shudders were running through my body as I thought about my decision. Less than a block from his office, I had to sit on a bench or risk falling down. I was pressing my hands against my dripping cunt through my jeans to try to quell the lightning bolts running up and down my spine. It didn't work. Before I knew what had come over me I experienced a shattering orgasm. Sitting there in public, fully dressed, and with no more stimulation than my commitment to live as a canine bitch for the next year I had the biggest orgasm of my life. Wow, if I needed confirmation that I had made the right decision, I guess that my orgasm was it! I sat there dazed for another ten minutes before continuing my walk back to the dorm room. I had a long list of arrangements that I had to make in the next week before I began the experiment. I had been preparing for the start of the fall semester. All of those plans would have to be changed. Gary had been very thorough and left me detailed arrangements for nearly every contingency. I visited the school registrar and informed her that I would be taking the next year off. All of the classes that I had signed up for would have to be taken next year. The next visit was to give up my dorm room and dinning hall pass. I would not get full credit since it was so close to the beginning of school, but the project grant would provide funds to cover that. I would have to move out of the dorm room and put all of my stuff in storage. Gary had rented me a storage bin at a local U-store-it facility. I felt that I was starting a significant new chapter in my life. Rather than store all of my belongings, I decided to give away or sell what I could. I wanted to start my new life clean without ties to the past. What made it to the storage bin was primarily clothes that no one else would want second hand. My stereo and most other possessions found good homes with my roommate and others. Gary instructed me to talk about my coming role in the behavior experiment with my roommate and other friends. He reminded me that my role would be very public once the program started. He reasoned that the sooner I dealt with that openly the better. My roommate, Sally, progressively went through the emotions of shock, disbelief, horror, pity and curiosity. Yes, after a dusk to dawn emotional encounter she began to understand my need to live out my canine fantasy. Apparently she had a few fantasies of her own, but lacked the courage or opportunity to live them out. One of those fantasies turned out to involve a romantic interest in me. By dawn, we had fully explored the latent bisexual urges in both of us. This aspect of my sexuality was a revelation to me. However, after admitting my need to be treated as a pet, being bi should not have been much of a shock. Sally and I took a short nap in each others arms before we had to attend to the demands of the next day. I was emotionally drained. I had told her of my long time interest in dogs, my daydreams about Gary, my submissive sexual fantasies, and the coming experiment where I would become a dog. I woke up about 10:00 am opening my eyes to see Sally gazing thoughtfully at me. She explained that she was thinking about all that we had talked about last night. As I was rising, she asked to see the collar that I would be wearing. I proudly showed her the finely crafted piece of leather and metal. The collar is about 1 1/2 inches wide. The leather is thick but pliable as only the highest quality leather can be. Feeling the collar, Sally realized that sandwiched between the layers of leather is a band of surgical steel. It is beautifully tooled with a geometric design that circles the entire collar. The back of the collar is almost seamlessly joined by a flush stainless steel lock. The front of the collar includes a post and a hinged steel ring. On one side is a blank steel name plate waiting for an engraver's tools. Sally asked about the thicker area on the other side of the collar. I told her about the embedded electronics and the remote control box. She asked if this was like the electronic collar and fence systems that have become popular with widespread leash laws. Sally turned the collar over and over in her hands, then held it up to my neck. She asked me why I wasn't wearing my collar? I had admitted to her last night that I had been told to be as open as possible about my new status as a participant in the experiment. I didn't have a good answer for her. With a sly smile Sally pulled me down to my knees in front of her. She took my head in both hands, leaned over and gave me one of the hottest kisses I can remember. When we got our tongues untangled, she announced that she would help me with my transition. Before I knew it, she had locked the collar on my neck. It was already warm from her handling of it. It fit me snugly as expected and would be a constant reminder to keep my chin up. I was an emotional wreck once again. My face was flush and I knew that I was on the edge of coming spontaneously once again. I pulled of my nighty and rubbed my cunt right there in front of Sally. Sally reached down and attached a chain belt to the ring on my collar and pulled my face into her cunt. She gripped my leash with one hand and held a fist full of my hair with the other. I was being firmly guided as Sally came to her own orgasm. After a refreshing shower Sally asked me if I would be wearing any cloths during the experiment. I told her that normally, I would not wear any cloths except for flesh colored spandex leotard that would be worn in public to avoid scandal. Predictably, Sally ordered me to remain naked while we were in the dorm. Dressed only in my collar, I helped Sally to clean up the room and prepare for the day's activities. Sally offered to help me with all of my arrangements as I prepared for my new life. After our lovemaking of last night, I eagerly agreed to spend every moment I had left at her side. Sally said that she would visit Gary's office to let him know about the arrangement and to get a couple of questions answered about the coming experiment. Gary's office in the psychology building was our first stop. He was surprised to see me back so soon, but obviously pleased that I had already revealed our arrangement to my roommate and was wearing my collar. I asked Gary for the key to the collar. Gary ignored my request and said that he wanted to talk privately with Sally. Sally turned to me and with a big grin told me to STAY in the waiting room. She emerged an hour later carrying a large canvas bag. I told her that I wanted to talk to Gary also and inquired about what he had given her in the canvas bag. I was told that Gary was now busy with something else and could not be disturbed. Sally opened the canvas bag and held up its contents one item at a time. The first item was a chain dog leash with a leather handle at one end and a on clasp at the other. The second item was the remote control box that I had seen actuate the electronics embedded in my collar. The third item was a bag of pellets. The label on the bag stated that these were specially formulated "dog" treats made by the Iams company for the experiment. Sally let me try one while petting me on the head and telling me that I was being a GOOD GIRL. The last item was the key to my collar. The key was on a long gold chain which Sally slipped over her neck. She told me that Gary was very excited that Sally would be helping with my transition. He apparently had been told about our sexual exploration last night. Sally related his comment that my new role would be more effectively imprinted if reinforced with positive sexual feedback. Sally gleefully announced that for the next week, she would be my owner and I would be her pet. She observed that it was very similar to the Mistress / Slave relationship that occupied her deepest fantasies. We spent the rest of the morning working through the list of arrangements for my extended absence. We visited the post office and made arrangements for my mail to forwarded to a post office box that Sally would periodically check. My telephone was cancelled. Most of my possessions were packed away for the storage facility. After a light lunch, we headed for my appointment with the local veterinarian. Gary had told me that I had to see the vet to initiate paperwork necessary to establish my legal status as a test subject (lab animal). I was expected by the vet in charge of the hospital, Jim. Sally accompanied me into the examination room. Jim explained that I would be thoroughly examined, given several shots and be tested for common canine ailments. He said that my close contact with the other dogs in the lab required some assurance that I was not carrying something that would be harmful to the canine live stock. Talking more to Sally than to me, he also explained that I would have to be kept overnight for observation to insure that I reacted positively to the vaccination shots. Sally expressed her disappointment at this news. I simply sat speechless, amazed at how quickly I was being treated as a dog by both my closest friend and by complete strangers. Jim left Sally and I with collection containers for my urine and feces. I was told to strip so that a nurse could begin the examination procedures. I took the two containers and started to go into the adjoining bathroom. Sally stopped me and reminded me that I was supposed to be easing into my canine role. She ordered me to strip right there in the middle of the examining room. My clothes were put into her canvas bag. Next she led me to the bathroom and supervised the filling of the specimen containers. In answer to my protests, she reminded me that it would be more in character if we did it outside in the dog run. I then sat quietly on the stainless steel examining table waiting for the nurse to come back in. She said hi to Sally and asked her if I was being a good girl. While she chatted with Sally, the nurse scratched me lightly behind my ears and petted my head. It felt very good. Any embarrassment I had from being nude except for my collar soon disappeared. The nurse then handed Sally a leash and asked her to hold me while I was examined. I was first led to a floor scale that was large enough for me to stand on, on all fours. I was weighed and measured with all of the data entered into my vet's file. Back on the examining table, a blood sample was drawn from what the nurse described as my right paw. This was followed by a number of shots including canine cough and rabies vaccines. Every procedure was entered into my file. Soon after the nurse left, Jim returned looking thoughtfully at my file. He told me that they needed a single canine name for my file and other forms. He had called Gary and they decided that my canine name would be Fluffy. This would not have been my first choice, but then I had not been consulted. Jim finished up my examination and a mountain of paperwork. He told Sally that they would arrange for the appropriate license with the city and forward a full report to the University Canine Lab. Sally was told to pick me up the next morning at 11:00am. I was wondering what accommodations the animal hospital had for me to spend the night. Before I could ask the question, Sally was out the door and Jim had handed my leash to the nurse. The nurse led me from the examination room, through the waiting area and into the rear of the animal hospital. I realized too late that I was still nude and that Sally had left with my clothes. Despite a few double takes, no one in the lobby seemed upset to be treated to the spectacle of a naked woman being led away by her leash. My first stop was at the grooming salon. The nurse explained that as long as I was here, Sally and Jim had decided that I should receive the full treatment. Jim had made some special arrangements on Gary's behalf. My leash was handed from the nurse to the groomer. I was immediately led to a large tub where I was given a very though shampooing. I noticed that the shampoo included a flee treatment. Something else was spread over my underarms, legs and crotch. When it was rinsed off my hair from those areas washed away too. I was now more nude than I had been since I was little girl. Still dripping wet, I was led to a large wire cage. Once secured inside, a large hair dryer on a stand was directed into the cage to dry my hair. There were three dogs to be groomed before my turn so I waited patently absorbed in my thoughts. This was really the first opportunity to replay the events of the last two days. I had made a fantastic decision to become a dog for the next year. That was still sinking in. A side benefit was that my previously reserved roommate had overnight become my lover and Mistress. I realized that this whole experience had kept my pussy constantly damp for the last 48 hours. No wonder they thought that I needed a bath and grooming, I must reek of musk. Finally my turn arrived. I was placed on the grooming table on all fours. My leash was secured to a post at the head of the table to keep me still. An oil was rubbed into my skin from my neck down to my toes. Besides feeling wonderful, I noticed that the bottle claimed that a thorough application would retard unwanted hair growth for up to six months. Next I was given a manicure and pedicure. After shaping and filing, a black die was applied to my finger and toe nails. It looked like a shiny black nail polish with one significant difference. The dye would last until my nails grew out. The black polish did kind of make my hands and feet look like paws. It didn't stop here. Real looking black claws were glued onto my nails with a special polymer. These claws extended beyond my fingertips about one inch and had been filed to a point. The claws on my feet were similar, but would probably not interfere with wearing shoes. Attention then focused on my mouth. Four canine incisor caps were epoxied over my human teeth. Glancing into a mirror and bearing my teeth, I looked a little like a female vampire and a lot like a canine bitch. I was rolled over on the grooming table and strapped down. The table had a damn extension that made me feel like I was back at my gynecologist. My legs were strapped into the stirrups and spread wide. An orange colored disinfectant was spread generously over my cunt lips and a few inches away on my inner thigh. The groomer told me that there was a real problem with stolen pets being sold to unethical laboratories for medical research. I was to be tattooed on my thigh with my owner's social security number which would be registered with the national lost pet clearinghouse. I idly wondered whose social security number they would use before it dawned on me that such a tattoo would either be permanent or very painful to have removed. It was too late, with a bit of local anaesthesia, the labeling was over before I realized. I now felt an instrument probing at my labia. I was quickly pierced here. While waiting for a little bleeding to stop, I was shown the ring and tag that would be inserted. The tag indicated that I answered to Fluffy and was the property of Sally ______. The back of the tag included information about the national registry, my tattoo and an 800 number to call to return me to my owner. I could feel my humanity being stripped away with each passing moment. Everyone was already treating me like a dog. What would it be like when the experiment began in earnest next week? Was I really ready for this complete submersion in the personality of an animal? My ponderings were interrupted when the groomer replaced his piecing instrument with my new ring and tag. He closed the ring with pliers, then soldered the opening closed. As he handled my ring and pulled at it gently, I was overcome by yet another spontaneous orgasm. What was happening to me? Every time I let down my guard, I was experiencing another orgasm. Is this what Gary meant by sexual reinforcement of my new role? The groomer moved up my body and prepared to pierce my left nipple. He told me with a grin that this had nothing to do with my canine persona. Sally simply wanted me to be pierced here. Had I completely lost control of my own body? Next my pierced earnings were removed and replaced with a wide ear staple on each side. I had been tagged like a wild animal or like the punk babes that hangout around the sleazy leather sex clubs. The groomer finally got around to doing my hair. Once again, I wasn't consulted. My over the shoulder hair was cut very short and dramatic in a swept up style that furthered my appearance as a canine. It was a very severe style that was also reminiscent of a punk / slut style. After the perm set up, a frilly red ribbon was tied onto my collar and I was led to the kennel section of the animal hospital. I had spent so much time on my knees between the cage and grooming table, neither the groomer or I thought anything of it as he led me by my leash down to the kennels with me still on all fours. In this position, my nipple ring and cunt tag dangled freely. The groomer commented to the kennel attendant that I seemed to be pleased with my new doo and jewelry by the way I was strutting. I was led to a large cage that had obviously just been cleaned. There was fresh water in the bowl and some of the dog treats that I recognized from the Iams package earlier. The cage was too short to stand in so I simply remained on all fours. After dark, I explored the outside dog run portion of the cage. I couldn't put off my bodily functions any longer and squatted outside to relieve myself. Feeling much better, I crawled back through the doggy door to the inside of the kennel. The attendant stood there grinning at me and offered to clean me up. I gratefully accepted his offer to clean up my bottom and cunt. He gently cleaned me inside my cage with a damp towel then rubbed more of the hair retardant oil into my skin. I couldn't help being turned on by this intimate attention and his masterful handling of me. Without words, I gratefully returned the favor by giving him a blow job. Rather than interfering, my new canine teeth seemed to heighten his sensations. I had to be careful not to bite him. Shortly before he came, she turned me around and took me doggy style. How appropriate! He left after refilling my water dish and giving me more doggy treats. I noticed that the german shepard and golden retriever on either side of me both had hardons and were trying to get at me through the bars. The rest of the night was uneventful. I went to sleep and continued my vivid dreams of being a dog only to find upon waking that it was really happening. After breakfast and a brisk walk (on lead) I was returned to the groomer for another bath and to check on the piercings. Before he finished Jim and Sally came in to admire my grooming. Sally was beside herself as she touched my rings and tag. After examining my tattoo with her social security number, she exclaimed that "You really do belong to me now!". Jim had two additional tags for me. One signified that I had just been vaccinated for rabies. The second tag was my city issued dog license. These tags were attached to the ring on my collar. The accompanying paperwork was handed to Sally. Sally then replaced the hospital's lead with a leash that she had brought with her. She also handed me the spandex leotard that I had told her about. She commented that would go shopping for something more appropriate for public wear. With that she led me out to her car. Rather than going back to the dorm room, Sally told me that we were going shopping. She said that we were going to a lesbian leather bar that night and I needed to be properly attired. The store was one that I had never dared to go into until now. It featured mannequins in the window dressed in various articles of leather and rubber. A leather body harness caught my eye as we walked up to the entrance. Once inside, Sally took off my leotard and ordered me to my knees. Sally had apparently called ahead and they had gathered everything she had asked about. The first station had all sorts of theatrical makeup supplies. A sales girl suggested a demonstration and proceeded with