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Patty 1 [f nc]
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Hello, here's a reposting of "Patty On A Leash". The first four chapters
were not written by me. I only take credit for chapter five. I'm
including the rest for those lacking the entire story.
Some people commented that some strange characters got included in my
original posting of patty5. The problem is apparently due to the use of
"smart quotes" from MS Word 6.0. I finally figured out how to change
these back to dumb quotes.
Subject: Patty On A Leash
(Note: This story has some elements of bondage, spanking, ff, and role-playing
and fantasy along with some sci-fi elements in future parts.)
Patty On A Leash - 1
Patty was winding her way around the corner, finishing up her part-time job
walking Mrs. Fisher's two dogs. It was a simple job, but she was a very nice
woman who lived about two blocks away from where Patty lives, and after
playing with the dogs on her way home from school, she spoke with Mrs.
Fisher and struck a deal.
Mrs. Fisher was an attractive woman, about 30 years old, with short blonde
hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was about 5'11", and was in great shape.
Often, before Patty took the job, Mrs. Fisher could be seen walking with or
jogging with the dogs around the neighborhood in tight spandex shorts and
exercise pants. She was a very quiet woman, keeping to herself, but friendly.
Patty was a petite 18 year old in her last year of high school. She had well-
formed legs and hips from her cheerleading all during her school years, and
had nice sized breasts with perfectly round nipples. The extra cash she earned
from taking care of the dogs would go towards her college fund, but she liked
the animals very much, so she very much enjoyed her work.
It was dusk when she finally got the two dogs, both Golden Retrievers, one
male and one female, back to the house. When she got to the back door, Mrs.
Fisher was waiting, concerned something had happened to them. "I am glad to
see you Patty, it was getting late and I had feared something was wrong".
"Sorry for the delay", Patty explained as she hung up the dogs leashes. "We
were having a good run, so I wanted to give them a full workout while we had
the light". "They look rested, don't they?"
"Patty, you take such good care of them, I appreciate it so much, it is so hard
to watch them while I have to take care of some business, I am glad they are in
good hands". "Come into the living room and rest awhile with me" They both
walked into the large Victorian style homes living room, and relaxed on the
plush furniture Mrs. Fisher had throughout the home. Her two loyal pets came
in and rested on their respected animal beds. Patty noticed how well she took
care of her pets needs, she treated them just like she would a human. "Can I
get you a glass of soda or water Patty, you must be thirsty after the run?"
"Yes, thanks, it was very tiring.
Mrs. Fisher walked over to the bar and poured some soda into a large glass
with ice. She walked over to where Patty was sitting, put the drink down in
front of her, and then sat across from her on the other couch. Patty must have
been dry, she drank the entire glass down in a matter of moments. Mrs. Fisher
called the dogs over to her, and they both jumped up on the couch and sat
down beside her, much to the surprise of Patty, who did not think she ever
allowed them on the furniture.
"On special occasions, I let them up on the furniture, it is so relaxing up here,
it makes you want to stretch out and relax, doesn't it?"
Patty was inclined to agree. She was starting to get very tired, taking the dogs
out for exercise today mush have knocked her out more than she realized. She
wanted to leave, but she found herself becoming very comfortable there on the
couch.
Mrs. Fisher walked over to the couch, and started to massage the legs of the
very groggy Patty. The two dogs also came over to where Patty was, and sat
down on each side of her.
"Excuse me Mrs. Fisher. I am not feeling well, I think I will go home now"
and tried to stand up. Walking about two steps, she collapsed onto the couch.
Mrs. Fisher ordered the dogs off the couch to their beds, walked over and
picked Patty up, and carried her out of the room.
Patty was very much out of it, but could vaguely pick up on some of the things
which were happening to her, but she thought it was all a dream. She thought
she felt someone taking off her clothing, bathing her, and cutting her hair. She
also thought she felt her hands being tied and bound as well as her legs, but
each time she thought she was coming to, she blanked out again.
In what seemed like hours to her, Patty woke up slowly, feeling a chill on her
back. She tried to move to stand up, but her legs were constricted, as were her
arms. She was lying on her side, with her arms and legs pulled in front of her.
She was resting on soft material, similar to what she found in the living room
furniture. She heard the door open, and Mrs. Fisher walked in. Patty had never
seen her like this before. She was wearing a black mini dress, black stockings,
and very high heels with an ankle strap. She had her hair tightly pulled up, and
was carry some leather straps and chains.
"Well my little puppy, how are we feeling today?" she asked a puzzled Patty,
who was try to get up still. "Are you trying to stand up, well, this is not they
way you do it any more, so try sliding out of your little bed, and get up on all
fours, come on!"
Patty started to slide out of the bed she was lying on, and again tried to stand
up. Her ankles and wrists were bound tightly and connected to each other, and
her head was also tied to the straps which ran from ankle to wrist. The was
only one thing she could do, walk on all fours! She crawled over to where Mrs.
Fisher was, slipping slightly along the way. Patty's finger and toe nails were
painted red, and she was wearing white stockings with a thin snap thong
covering her crouch. A thin and small strip of spandex material covered her
breasts, and around her neck was a collar with a hook for a chain. Her hair
was permed up and had red ribbons in it.
"Yes my sweet little Patty, I saw how much you enjoyed the lifestyle my dogs
enjoyed, and I like you so very much, I thought I would allow you to enjoy
their lives and in the process help me with my work." Patty tried to pull apart
the straps holding her down, but it was impossible, they were too tight and
thick. With almost a dog like instinct, she tried chewing on the straps. Mrs.
Fisher laughed at the site. "Gee, I have not even started to train you and you
are already starting to act like a puppy!" Patty looked up to her with tears in
her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?" "My business is in the medical
field, helping to find ways have controlling behavior in people who have
problems or who need help. I also do a little research on the side in testing
the behavior of animals, especially dogs, which I like so much".
"You have so many positive qualities, you would make an excellent candidate
for some trials, and this was the best way to do it". "Beside, I found you
attractive and the dogs like you too". "So what will happen to me know?"
Patty sobbed as she stood on all fours on the floor. "You will live like a dog,
be fed, watered, and receive injections which will give you dog like behavior
in no time. Soon you will not be able to talk, you speech ability will be
temporally suppressed." "You also will not be able to walk, you will not need
the straps, you will automatically get on all fours and walk this way." "You
will be a dog!"
Mrs. Fisher walked over to her, and patted her on the head. She reached
underneath and pulled the leash ring on her collar around and hooked it to the
leash in her hand. She gave it a tight pull, and Patty's head popped up, pulling
her arms up.
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