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My Life As A Dog (female on lead with some mind co
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My Life As a Dog
by Owned
I have a powerful recurring fantasy image of myself. In the
image, I a pet dog. I have always loved animals and treasure
my memories growing up with a pet golden retriever.
I loved that golden and he loved me. He was my prized
possession. Through teenage triumphs and disappointments, I
always new that I had one true and loyal friend. I often told my
pet about how lucky he was to be such a loved and treasured
possession. I told him how lucky he was to have none of my
worldly concerns. After all, I was his entire world. All he had to
do is make me happy.
I missed my pet while I was away at college. I visited home as
often as I could. I felt more than a bit guilty that I rushed home
not to see my family, but to see my loyal pet. I was crushed
when, in the middle of my junior year, he died.
A part of me died also. I felt guilt at not being with him for the
last two and one half years or even at the end.
I had to go on. I returned to school and threw myself into my
studies. I had been a psych major for the last year with a minor
in biology. My friends drifted away as I focused more and more
of my energies on my classes. I spent so much time in classes
and hanging around the labs that I soon got to know the faculty
quite well.
One of the professors and I seemed to hit it off on both an
academic and personal plain. He was young and handsome and
very intense when it came to his work. He taught three courses
and spent the rest of his time working on grant research. What
really got my attention was the fact that his test subjects were
all canine.
I eventually applied for and got the job as his lab assistant. The
job primarily involved feeding, cleaning up and grooming the
dogs that were used in the professor's experiments. That was
just fine with me. I would also get a chance to help out once in a
while with his experiments.
The professor, Gary, was researching conscience and
subconscious behavior programming techniques applied to
animals. A lot of what we did was very reminiscent of puppy
obedience school. It was only later that I learned that his major
funding was coming from the CIA.
One day, he asked me if I wanted to earn a modest testing fee by
helping him with one of his other projects. I eagerly agreed and
reported to his lab early that Saturday. I was taken to an
unused classroom and asked to fill out an extensive
questionnaire. I was told that following that, I would be
interviewed and then the testing would begin.
I was disappointed that the project did not involve the dogs
which I had naturally grown quite close to. He told me that this
phase of his work strictly involved human subjects.
The questionnaire covered a lot of personal background data
including family, hobbies and interests. It even asked if I had
any close friends, either a girl friend or a boy friend. Eventually
the questions became more abstract and I realized that I was
taking a very thorough psychological screening test.
I answered the questions as well and as honestly as I could. In
fact it was a bit embarrassing when asked about my feelings
toward animals and any special pets. I felt like I was betraying
confidences between me and my pet.
Finally I finished the questionnaire. I realized that I had been
watched because as soon as I set my pencil down, Gary came
back into the room.
The next two hours were spent with me pouring out my soul to
the professor in response to his constantly probing questions.
Before I knew about it I was talking about my pet and how
much I missed him and the closeness of our owner/pet
relationship.
With this completed, I was told that there were two more tests
to complete. The first was a brief medical examination
including a blood test and extensive physical measurements.
The second was a kind of word association game using a series
of pictures.
The pictures ranged from the fairly abstract ink spot variety to
some very strange and explicit pictures of sex and fetishes. The
last picture and the one that really struck a nerve showed a
man sitting in a comfortable chair reading his newspaper. Next
to him on a lamp table was a drink. He was looking up from his
paper and gazing thoughtfully at the image to his side. A small
cocker spaniel was sitting up in a classic begging pose trying
with all of its being to get his attention and to please its master.
Sitting a couple of feet from the dog was a young woman about
the same age as the man. She was naked except for a studded
dog collar padlocked tightly about her next. She was up on her
kneels with her hands drawn in front of her in exactly the same
pose as the dog. She too was facing the man in the chair. But
she was stealing a side ways glance at the dog.
I was asked to look at the woman's face and explain as well as I
could what she was thinking at that moment.
After some brief reflection, I said that she was embarrassed to
be reduced to the same social status as the dog. But apparently
proud to be his pet. She was obviously committed to pleasing
her master. Her look at the dog told me that she was feeling
competitive with the dog and a bit jealous of the real canine.
The professor looked at me a little bit strangely as I interpreted
the drawing. He seemed pleased by my responses.
There were more pictures, but soon the professor announced
that we had done enough for the day. I was told that I had done
very well and to come back tomorrow to discuss the results of
the test. I was paid and dismissed.
That night I had a vivid dream about that last picture and of
course I played the role of the leading lady. I woke up and
continued my dream in a semi waking state. Before I realized
it, I had rubbed my self to a very satisfying orgasm. I couldn't
get that picture and my resulting orgasm out of my mind for the
rest of the morning.
That afternoon, I returned to the professor's lab. I was asked to
wait in the room containing all of the dogs' cages. I didn't mind
a bit and took the opportunity to scratch behind the ears of all of
my little friends.
The professor then joined me and said that he wanted to follow
up on yesterday's testing with one more procedure. I agreed and
allowed myself to be put into a hypnotic trance. I woke up in
what appeared to me to be seconds and felt very refreshed. I
had no memory of what had occurred while I was in the trance.
The professor then confessed that I had not really been taking
part in an experiment. He was in fact screening people for his
next experiment. He had screened over a hundred people and
narrowed the field down to two. Me and another girl on
campus.
He later told me that his screening criteria included finding
someone who would have an academic or professional interest in
his behavior modification experiments, a person who liked being
around and handling dogs, a person who was very open to
subconscious programming such as hypnosis and someone with
clear submissive tendencies. I blushed and objected to the last
characterization, but knew it to be true.
We talked at length about his study and his goals to better
understand the human mind. To test his understanding of the
human mind, Gary had to demonstrate the ability to shape it
and control it. Apparently the control aspect of his experiments
was what kept the government's grant money coming in.
With this background, he asked me if I wanted to hear his
proposal. He prepared me to be shocked. He also admitted that
he had implanted several suggestions when I was under the
hypnotic trance to help me understand and appreciate what he
was about to tell me.
He explained that his research and animal experiments were
done. They had been a great success. The dogs had helped him
to demonstrate his theories and their application to the
University and more importantly the Government.
The University was reluctant to take the next step with human
trials. It threatening to shut him down when the Government
Agent spoke up. The University was overruled and ordered to
assist the professor to mount a full fledged demonstration with a
human subject.
The project would demonstrate the professor's techniques to
modify a human subject's behavior and to alter certain of the
subject's personality traits.
The Government saw that the results would have far reaching
applications ranging from criminal reform to covert government
operations. The Agent wanted the toughest test that could be
devised of the professor's theories.
The Agent reasoned that it wouldn't prove very much if one set
of human characteristics were simply substituted for others. He
insisted that the personality transference should go deeper and
involve an alternate personality completely alien to the subject.
Looking around at the lab animals, he came up with the
ultimate test of the professor's approach.
Gary explained that the Agent pulled him aside and privately
asked how confident he was of his theories. Could Gary make a
person take on the behavior and personality of say an animal?
The answer was yes, but the process was not really designed for
that.
The Agent apparently had his own agenda and would not listen
to Gary's protests. The agent announced that the project
funding would continue if and only if a human subject was
conditioned to live for a full year as a dog.
Gary told me that both he and the University argued in vain. In
the end the University was told to either support this project or
loose all of their grant work. Gary was told that he had two
choices only. 1. continue the experiment in the University
setting or 2. he would be forced to continue in a isolated
government facility. Eventually both the University and Gary
agreed to proceed with the human trials portion of the project.
I should have been stunned, but for some reason I calmly
absorbed the fantastic story that Gary told me. I actually found
myself wondering what it would be like to undergo this process
and be a dog. Hell some of my closest friends had been dogs.
Gary said that he would not blame me if I simply got up and
left. I insisted that I was OK and wanted to hear more. What I
had heard so far intrigued me and I was curious about how they
planned to proceed.
He assured me that all effects of the conditioning would be
reversable. Gary said that I would be paid very well for my
participation. I would receive full room and board, be granted
30 credits and have $100,000 deposited into my account for
completing the trial. Jokingly, he also said that I would
probably become famous. The downside was that I would have
to take a year off from regular classes and probably delay my
graduation by a semester or more. I would also not be able to
see friends and family for the duration of the project.
As in any experiment with human volunteers, a number of legal
releases and other documents would have to be executed by me
and my parents.
I was concerned about what my parent's reaction would be, but
Gary assured my that the Government would persuade them.
The release that I would have to sign sent shivers up and down
my spine. Gary was not kidding, I would be a dog in every way
for a full year. The release included:
- My statement that I have agreed to suspend for the term of
one year all of my rights and privileges as a human being and
citizen of the country and state.
- My agreement and revokable permission to be treated as an
animal in all aspects by the professor and his assignees.
- My acknowledgement that I would enjoy the protection of
the animal human statutes and all rules and regulations
concerning experimentation with lab animals.
- My permission for medical tests and other procedures.
- My agreement that I would undergo a rigorous canine
training program which would include, but not be limited to,
physical correction and subconscious programming.
Gary explained that part of the experiment involved my canine
role outside of the lab. He said that school authorities would be
advised and a feature story on the experiment would be run in
the school and local newspaper. This way, I would cause less of
a public sensation when seen being led on my leash.
He told me that I would be dressed in a flesh tone spandex
bodysuit during the experiment. The only other thing that I
would be wearing would be a special dog collar. The collar
contains electronic monitoring and control equipment. Gary
showed my the suit and collar.
I ran my fingers over the leather and metal of the collar and felt
the shiny and tight bodystocking.
Lingering perhaps a little too long with the articles, Gary
suggested that I take them home tonight. Gary then told me to
sleep on his proposal and see him at 10:00am the next morning.
There would be one more test if I agreed. The Government
agent would be there and would want to meet the two
candidates for the experiment.
Once again I had several vivid dreams of myself immersed in
the dog roll. These dreams were probably stimulated by my
nighttime attire. Yes, I was already wearing the body stocking
and the collar. The collar seemed to fit me exactly over the body
stocking and had been difficult to get clasped. I dreamt that
Gary was holding my leash in a puppy obedience class. I also
dreamt that I was being taken for a walk across campus. Oddly,
everyone we encountered treated me as a dog.
When I got up, I discovered that I had apparently jammed the
collar's lock on the neck of the body stocking. Thank goodness
that the stocking was fitted with a hidden crotch access.
Feeling quite embarrassed, I put a raincoat over the collar and
bodystocking. Donning a pair of medium heals, I set out for
Gary's office for the third morning in a row.
Gary took one look at me without the raincoat and said that he
would guess that my answer was yes. Beet red, I confirmed his
assumption.
Without warning, Gary reached for what looked like a TV
remote control. Following his pressing of a switch, I felt a
tingling sensation emanating from the collar. Without any
conscious thought, I dropped to my knees. I also found that I
could not stand and could not talk.
He briefly tested my vocal ability finding that I was reduced to
barking and growles. Reaching down to me, he attached a chain
leash to my collar and led me into another room.
I was being "introduced" to the government agent. Apparently
he liked what he saw. I was released from the collar's control
and told that I could have the job if I wanted it. It would start
in one week once all of the paperwork and medical lab work was
completed.
Once we were alone again, Gary explained the function of the
collar. Apparently I had been given a number of post hypnotic
suggestions that could be individually triggered by the song.
The actual experiment would include this type and other control
techniques.
Gary then reviewed all of the legal papers and a checklist for
putting my things in storage, subletting my apartment and
other things. I would have to work quickly to be ready in a
week.
Gary sent me on my way. Once again I took the collar and
bodystocking. I hoped that they would stimulate more dreams
of my like as a dog.
To be continued...
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