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ANNE'S FANTASY: THE PET CLINIC


	My lover and I enter a pet clinic to check out the
amenities for a relative's dog. The woman behind the counter is
very helpful, and I am pleased with the cleanliness and general
facilities. My lover walks around, inspecting the various areas
carefully, the grooming salon, the exercise area, the kennels. I
am surprised at the attention he pays, the questions he asks,
and his general interest overall.

	He holds my hand during the tour, and as we stand
waiting for the clerk, his hand travels up my spine, resting on
the back of my neck, and finally entwining his fingers in my
hair as he holds my head, and I realize with a sinking feeling
in my stomach and a burst of fluttery heartbeats that the
services are intended for me.

	"We'll be checking in," he tells the clerk and she leads
us to the first area, a grooming salon, where another woman
awaits. My lover hands a parcel to me and tells me to follow the
woman, who leads me to a shower area. She is nonplused, although
my cheeks are quite flushed, and she takes my bag and begins to
remove my clothing without asking. I begin to protest but am so
startled that I can only open my mouth wordlessly. She quickly
unbuttons my blouse and removes my jeans, tossing them in a
basket in the corner.

	She looks at me, straight in the eye, and says evenly,
"now where's your collar? Don't you know all pets are required
to wear a collar and identification in this city?" She turns and
opens the parcel, pulling out a chain link collar, which she
quickly turns into a circle of chain and slips it over my head.
I look at the round tags and see my name.

	She has taken the ring at the end in her finger and tugs
on it, which causes the collar to tighten quickly around my
neck. I follow her obediently to the shower, naked, and she
washes me, leaving no room for modesty. She takes a washcloth
and scrubs me thoroughly, using plenty of soap and long flowing
strokes up and down my legs, over my back and my neck, around my
breasts and even several quick but thorough wipes of my pussy
and ass.

	She wipes me down after the shower, again touching me
unapologetically, rubbing the towel around my breasts, between
my legs and holding my ass cheeks open to catch all of the drops
of water. I gasp and squirm, and she tugs sharply on the collar,
which tightens uncomfortably, forcing me to stand very still.

	She leads me by the collar to the next area, where she
turns me over to the groomer, stroking my hair and talking about
me in the third person. "Isn't she pretty?" she says to the
groomer, still holding my collar. "I think she'd be an excellent
pet to have."

	"Her master says she is quite feisty, though," says the
groomer, as his hands roam over me, positioning my shoulders so
that my breasts thrust forward, spreading my legs and pulling my
pussy lips out. "But with a bit of training, she'll do just
fine." He takes the collar ring and leads me into the salon.
"Part of the fun of having pet is being able to play with it,
though," he adds. "No one wants a dull pet."

	He grooms me from my head to toe, shaving my pussy and
ass cleanly, combing my hair back from my face and fastening it
in a bun on my head. He smoothes lotion on my skin which makes
it shine, and then fits me with various collars and harnesses.

	From the groomer I am passed on to the trainer, who
instructs my lover how to reinforce his obedience training. I
wait for an eternity as they talk, kneeling with my head resting
on my lover's leg as he sits and talks about me to the trainer,
his hand stroking my hair and occasionally grasping it, moving
my head from side to side.

	Finally we enter the training room, and run through
exercises under the trainer's watchful eye. My lover attaches a
leash to my collar, and I obediently follow him in circles
around the room, stopping when he stops, standing obediently by
his side. My lover is pleased, and he kisses me, stroking my
body possessively with his hands. I smile, happy to see him
pleased.

	"What about fetching?" asks the trainer.

	"Well, she has been reluctant to work on that skill,"
says my lover. "Frankly, it seems a little silly."

	"Nonsense," says the trainer. "The task is irrelevant.
You must command complete obedience."

	My lover turns to me and instructs me to kneel. I do so.
He commands me to fetch my panties, which are in the basket in
the corner of the room. "Stay on your knees," he says, and snaps
his fingers, pointing. I crawl to the basket and retrieve the
panties. "In your mouth," says my lover, and my face is flushed
as I crawl with the panties in my mouth and drop them at his
feet.

	"Let's try that again," says the trainer, and he pushes
the panties in my mouth and accompanies me across the floor,
pulling the leash faster than I am willing to go. A sharp sting
glances off of my ass, and I see him brandishing a leather
slapper in his hand, bringing it down with a sharp smack as I
resist the trotting canter he obviously expects from me. After
several bites, however, I yelp and move at a satisfactory pace.
I kneel in front of my lover, panting, and he removes the
panties from my mouth, petting me.

	"Be sure to praise her," says the trainer, bending down
to stroke my red ass. "It's important to reinforce her
obedience."

	My lover pulls me up by the collar until I am standing.
He turns me around and sits down behind me. "Good girl," he says
admiringly as he rubs my back and runs his hands lovingly over
my ass. He bends his head to lick the red marks, and a strong
current of desire washes over me. I arch my ass in his face,
moaning, and my lover and the trainer seem happy with this
response.

	"The importance of having a pet, though," says the
trainer, "is for service." The trainer commands me to pleasure
my lover then, using my mouth to unzip his pants. With my lover
holding my collar and guiding my head, I slowly lick his
already-hard cock to a state of bliss and suck it gently.

	I feel the trainer's hand on my ass, and I tense for the
blow, but to my surprise he begins caressing my ass. He fingers
slip into my cunt, stroking my clit, and I moan against my
lover's cock, which is erupting in my mouth. My hips are
writhing against the trainer's hand, and I come as he inserts a
finger into my anus, twisting and probing deeply.

	"Training is a reciprocal relationship," remarks the
trainer to my lover, as they observe me panting and trembling at
his feet, coming down from the orgasm. "You'll find your pet
much more willing and enthusiastic to serve you if you reward
her," he says, stroking my hair and caressing my face.

	"You'll want to play with her often," continues the
trainer, and he hands my lover a box containing all sorts of
play toys. "Be sure to exercise her daily to her full limits,
with a slow cooldown."

	"What about rules?" asks my lover. "Should she be
allowed on the furniture, in the bed, that sort of thing?"

	"That's an individual decision," replies the trainer.
"Some owners are happy having their pet share their bed and as
long as their presence doesn't damage the furniture. But you
must make it clear that this is a privilege and not a right."

	My lover and the trainer shake hands then, and we
prepare to leave. My lover takes the chain link collar off of
me, and I breathe a sigh of relief, happy that no one outside
will see me. He opens the box just then, though, and pulls out a
leather collar, which he buckles around my neck. I squirm as he
does, but at least this could pass for a fashion statement
outside.

	He holds open the door for me and we begin to leave. As
we descend the steps, however, he catches my arm and says, "Wait
just a moment." I stop and look at him quizzically, shoppers
streaming by in throngs. He opens the box, fishes around for a
moment, and produces a leash, which he fastens to my collar.

	He takes the loop in his hand and tugs on the leash
gently, as I feel a wave of warmth rush over me, making my knees
wobble. "Come," he says. "Let's take a walk."

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