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Subject: {ASSM} Misadventures of Katrice, Part 2: Lessons in Humiliation (Body Control, Magic, Watersports, Transformation...)
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The misadventures of Katrice, the enchanted coyote slave girl.

Part 2: "Lessons in Humiliation"

Keywords: Mind Control, Body Control, magick, Watersports, Transformation.

My Master has given me this assignment to write, and so I present it 
here for your approval.  Please be careful with whom you share it, as 
magick is a powerful thing.  It can turn you into a coyote girl and make 
you play with yourself and pee all day.

This part happens before the important events in "The Naughty Doggie".  
Read it, and you will see!

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Katrice had wandered into the domain of another sorcerer.  Not that she 
was trying to get into trouble of course; she was just curious.  She'd 
only ever seen the inside of her own master's palace, and the insides of 
the palaces of his friends of course, when he would take her along with 
him.  But ever since he never came back, she'd found herself becoming 
ever more desperate.

Not desperate for sustenance though, because her magick collar took care 
of that!  She never got hungry.  Well, not naturally at least.  She only 
ever had to drink very little.  Her master had designed her collar and 
weaved the spell that enchanted her entire being to this very day.  Not 
that she really know how any of it worked of course.  All she knew was 
that he could make her do whatever he wanted, and she rarely got 
thirsty, and never ever got hungry, or even sick.

She figured that must have been part of the bargain.  Not that she could 
remember who she used to be, before she was her master's enchanted 
slave.  And it had been difficult for her to count the passing years, 
but he did get a lot more gray and wrinkled over time, where she'd 
remained absolutely the same.  It would concern her a great deal, but 
he'd never let her dwell on it for too long.

How she missed him right now; the way they'd spend their nights as he 
made her sit there with her feet on his lap, and he'd hold them and 
caress them and love them while he kept her hands ceaselessly fondling 
her breasts and teasing her nipples, while he constantly reminded her of 
how lovely she looked while she had no control over her body.  It always 
felt so good when she was made to tease her nipples, because they were 
always so sensitive to begin with, but playing with them on her own was 
just no fun because she could stop herself at any time!  To just 
remember those evenings would make her squirm and writhe, and it made 
her miss her old master that much more.  She longed to hear his soothing 
voice again, reminding her of how much she deserved to be made to 
pleasure herself to orgasm after magickally explosive orgasm each and 
every moment of her existence.  And he would make good on that promise 
quite often, especially when he had to be away.  Thank goodness no one 
else had ever caught her like that!  She might have been dismayed to be 
caught by someone other than her master, lying there and unable to stop 
herself from masturbating.  She just wanted to revel in her complete 
loss of control, and let such magickal pleasure wash over her again and 
again.

She especially remembered the night when he declared that her hands 
would be teasing her nipples when anyone played with her feet. And while 
she had whimpered helplessly in a small protest, as such an idea made 
her instantly afraid, he reminded her that she had absolutely no choice 
in the matter.  Just hearing such words come from her master, and for 
him to actually mean it, practically made her orgasm right then.  She 
would have to trust him, and she had no other choice.  It was good to 
not have a choice, because when she is left on her own, her actions have 
no meaning.  That's why she was so desperate now.  The memories of such 
a wonderful times alone with her old master were always enough to get 
her all tingly and squirmy.

Perhaps that's why it was so easy for her to be caught sneaking around 
by this palace's owner.

"Sneaking into my domain, are we?"

Katrice froze.  She thought she might be able to sleep there undetected, 
and leave before she was discovered.  But stealth was never one of her 
talents. Not all on her own, at least.

"Well?  Speak up, slave.  Who's your owner?"

He'd obviously seen that she wore a collar, and only slaves wore 
collars.  She'd learned from her master that the collars on the slaves 
of every master and mistress have designs unique to that master or 
mistress, which among other things makes their owners easy to identify.  
This sorceror didn't seem to recognize her master's collar though, and 
she was much too afraid now to actually try and explain anything with 
any great detail.  So she stood there fidgeting a bit while she smiled 
sheepishly.

"I... I uh, do not have a master... anymore... sir?"

The sorcerer's frown deepened.

"You were cast out?  That would certainly explain your tattered 
clothes.  What made you think you could sneak in here?  Did you think I 
would take pity on you and claim you as my own?"

He seemed to make a slightly lecherous look as he said that final 
sentence.  Katrice wasn't certain at all if she should feel relieved or 
if she should feel doomed.  Not that her old master didn't always make 
lustful glances at her, of course.  But they never made her feel 
unnerved as this sorcerer was doing now.  Still, it was her fault she 
was there, and she was just a slave.  So she got down on her knees and 
bowed to him.

"I... I am s-sorry, Sir!  I... I just wanted some place warm to stay and 
I didn't know where to go! Please have mercy on me."

The sorcerer wasn't really listening to her, however.  He'd approached 
her as she bowed down, and he started to examine Katrice's collar.  He 
seemed quite interested in it.  He reached down and felt it with his 
fingers.

"These symbols... your master's collar is not a typical one, is it?"

"Uhm... s-sir?"

Katrice was a bit confused, and didn't know how to answer.  This sort of 
hesitation just seemed to annoy the sorcerer though.  He curled two of 
his fingers as he slid them through the d-ring on the back of Katrice's 
collar, and then began to hoist her upward.  Well, not so much hoisting, 
as she felt her legs very helpfully standing her back up as he pulled 
her upward.  This completely surprised her; she had no idea her collar 
was going to make her do that!

"Tell me what your deepest fantasy is."

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By now, Katrice had been played with several times out in the streets, 
and mostly in alleyways near the bazaar at night, after it had closed.  
She had made is a habit to sleep in those alleys, as they were actually 
rather clean (the city belonging to the sorcerers and all), and at night 
they were rather quiet.

Now the first few times she was "played with", it was actually a small 
flittering light that seemed to be attracted her, and that seemed to 
come from out of nowhere.  The first few times she saw this, the light 
simply flew away into nothing.  But a few times, it would get close to 
her first before disappearing.  Everytime it did this, Katrice found 
herself being made to pull off enough clothing to make her topless, and 
then her hands spent an hour or two fondling her breasts and teasing her 
nipples.  She tended to revel in it, as it felt so good and made her 
feel nice and helpless, though she was a bit afraid of being caught like 
that, especially as she sometimes saw those same lights during the day.  
Random, wild magick, it had to be!  She lived in a city of sorcerers 
after all.

On one of these nights, however, several imps had discovered her in one 
of those alleys while she was trying to sleep.  They had claimed to be 
free, but had recently been the bound servants of a sorcerer whose name 
she didn't recognize.  Being imps, they could smell the powerful magick 
that surrounded and possessed Katrice, and they decided to have some fun 
with her, though despite her protests.

Likely it had been because they were stirred by her pathetic attempts to 
convince them to leave her alone that they decided to play with her a 
bit.  They enjoyed making her finger herself, and tease her nipples and 
play with her breasts while they jumped and fluttered about, pointing 
and giggling at her.  How could she be enjoying such a thing when it 
wasn't her master that made her do it?  But as deathly afraid as she was 
of these imps, she found that having her body being controlled by them 
was exciting her so despite herself.  Likely, they could smell that too.

Her protests being such a farce, it was inevitable that they'd push the 
envelope in order to see what her body was capable of.  She must have 
cried very loud when one of them got the bright idea to make her pee, 
because soon after she'd shook her head frantically and begged for mercy 
than she felt her bladder becoming rather painfully full.  Though she 
tried for a moment in vain to hold it in (which was so futile in the 
first place, as she'd never felt that much pressure on her bladder 
before!), soon enough she lost control of herself there, too.

They eventually grew bored of her and left her there, sitting on the 
ground in the alley, leaning against the wall while her hands fondled 
her breasts and teased her nipples, and she continued to perpetually pee 
uncontrollably, sustained by the same magick that enchanted and 
possessed her.  She was tired but she couldn't fall asleep, and she was 
so mortified of being alone out in the open while she was being made to 
do those things.  But she was most terrified of all of what would happen 
when the shopkeepers came back in the morning to see an enchanted slave 
girl wearing torn, soaked, disheveled clothing and a magick collar 
around her neck, making such a mess in their alley.

But she was lucky that morning, because right before anyone else showed 
up, she suddenly felt her body responding to her own will again; her 
hands fell into her lap, and then her body started to crumple down to 
the ground before she managed to catch herself.  Her bladder was still 
painfully full, and she could barely hold it in on her own!  But she 
managed to crawl away, just as she'd heard the merchants start to 
arrive.  She ventured into the nearby park where she was able to relieve 
herself on her own, and thankfully her bladder actually did empty.

It was then that she'd realized, while she'd been sitting there in the 
alley all night, peeing and teasing herself, that she enjoyed it.  
Someone had made her do something, and that was always better than doing 
something on her own!  But more than that, all that fear, excitement and 
pleasure had mixed with each other in a way she'd never experienced 
before.  The mere notion that a merchant might have found her 
perpetually peeing in the alley that morning was enough to make her 
tremble and squirm at once.

It was a silly thought, but she couldn't dismiss it.  Though part of her 
was tempted to take refuge in that same alley the next night, in hopes 
that the imps might return and play with her some more, and make her 
feel happy and excited again, she had another thought that a sorcerer or 
sorceress might take pity on her.  At least, their domains are warmer 
than an alley!

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Now, twenty-four hours later, as she stared back at the sorcerer's 
annoyed gaze, she found herself more confused than ever at the questions 
he was asking her.

"Well uh, I..." she'd started, stammering and quite unsure of herself.  
But as she stood there, feeling quite intimidated by the sorcerer in 
front of her, and not understanding why he even asked her that in the 
first place, she suddenly found that she'd lost control of her voice, 
and it started speaking without her.  "I wish my master would come back 
and make me play with my boobies and tease my nipples while he played 
with my feet and told me how wonderful I was when I couldn't stop 
myself!  And now that I've been made to pee out in the open, I'd beg for 
him to make me pee all the time too, and maybe he would leave me that 
way sometimes, like he'd leave me playing with myself.  Maybe he'd start 
making me do all those things out in the open, so that someone might 
catch me doing them, and I wouldn't be able to stop myself, and they 
would just look at me and I would be so embarrassed and turned on at the 
same time!"

By the time her voice was finished with its chipper sounding answer, 
Katrice was bright red.  She'd fallen on her knees again and placed her 
hands on her face and, flustered as she was, just knelt there trying to 
hide herself while in plain view of the sorcerer.  The sorcerer himself 
seemed quite pleased with this answer, and he reached down to gently pet 
Katrice on her head.

"Your master must have cherished you a great deal, to have fashioned 
such a powerful collar for you.  He kept you to himself, did he?  I take 
it you've only recently felt the thrills of having no control over 
yourself out in the world with no one to protect you."

Katrice only nodded her head while she made a slight sniffle.  Tears had 
started to well up in her eyes, but she had not yet started to truly 
cry.  The sorcerer seemed to take some pity on Katrice now, and he 
gently offered his hand to her.

"There there, my pet.  I can see you miss your master terribly, but you 
also miss being a plaything.  While I can't bring your master back, I 
can certainly play with you."

Katrice blinked, she remained stunned there for a moment, not knowing 
how to answer.  The sorceror ignored this though, and continued.

"However, your current state," he said a bit dismissively while vaguely 
gesturing to her, "while rather fetching, is not to my standards.  It 
will require some changes."

Katrice was puzzled.  "W... w-what do you mean, S-sir?"

The sorcerer made a somewhat mischievous smile.  "Back home, my harem is 
quite the zoo."

He didn't give Katrice much chance to think about her answer then.  "Do 
you wish to belong to me?  Then tell me your favorite animal."

Back home?  Did that mean the palace they were in wasn't his?  If that 
was so, then why did he pretend that it was?  She wasn't even certain 
what her favorite animal was at that point.  She'd only ever seen 
pictures and descriptions of them in her master's books.  Her old 
master, she reminded herself.  If she was going to be taken in by a new 
master, then she'd best be mindful and answer his questions promptly.  
Not that she didn't get a small thrill out of being made to answer, as 
she'd just discovered and as humiliating as it was--though maybe that 
was a big reason why.  She blurted out the name of an animal; the first 
name that came to her mind.  One that she'd read about the most 
recently, back in her old master's library.

"C... c-coyote!  Uh... uhm, a coyote, s-sir," she said as she rose a bit 
while still kneeling, and she kept her head lowered.

The sorcerer looked somewhat surprised.  "That's an interesting choice.  
Coyote stole fire from the elementals in the mountains and shared it 
with the mortal humans below.  A very peculiar deed; you'd have expected 
it more from the pixies."  Katrice looked very confused at this; quite 
dumbfounded even.  The sorcerer smirked and shrugged his shoulders 
wide.  "I make it a point to know such things."

Before Katrice had a chance to react any further, the sorcerer stretched 
his arms out fully.  His staff, coming from apparently nowhere, suddenly 
flew right for him and he caught it with his left hand.  Blue, smokeless 
fire surrounded him as she started chanting in some arcane tongue that 
Katrice did not understand.  He cried out a single word and then pointed 
his staff right at Katrice, and all of that blue fire that surrounded 
him collected together into a tiny glowing ball of energy that flew 
right at her, and hit her.  It made her collar glow brightly with the 
same color.

Though she wasn't physically knocked back by such an impact, she fell 
writhing on the floor anyways as her body was transformed by the 
sorcerer's magick.  He continued to chant while her face grew a muzzle, 
and her spine grew a fuzzy canine tail, and her ears moved higher up and 
longer, and became pointy.  She started to scream, more from the fear of 
such sudden changes than any discomfort it was causing her.  The symbols 
on her collar and the ones tattooed on her body started to glow brightly 
in the same electric blue, while the sorcerer continued to chant in some 
arcane speech.

When he finally stopped, and the energy dissipated, Katrice found 
herself more confused than ever.  The sorcerer reached down with his 
right hand while he held his staff in the other.

"Rise, my pet!  Revel in your new gift.  I'm certain you'll enjoy it as 
much as I enjoy watching you."  His grin was again lecherous, though 
this time much more so.

Katrice found herself much more afraid of this sorcerer than she ever 
was of the imps out in the alley the night before.  She could smell how 
aroused he was now; she could smell how aroused she'd become herself.  
She could feel her erect ears, and the slight twitching of her new tail; 
she could also feel that he'd given her slightly larger breasts while he 
was at it. It was all so disconcerting and arousing at the same time.  
She closed her eyes and made a whimper the likes of which she'd never 
been able to make before.  Her transformation imposed subtle canine 
instincts upon her and even that was arousing her despite herself.  But 
by now she was very afraid!

Katrice hesitated.

"I... uhm... c-can't we talk about..." Katrice started.  By now, the 
sorcerer had become annoyed at her all over again.  Suddenly, Katrice 
found herself unable to speak.  She looked helplessly up at him from her 
half-crouched state.

"How DARE you balk at such an offer, you pitiful little girl!  I give 
you a chance to live out your deepest desires and darkest fantasies, and 
you wish to TALK about it first?!?"

The sorcerer was wholly incensed!  Katrice couldn't even offer up a meek 
apology now, as her voice refused to speak.

"Look at you," the sorcerer spat, "pathetic, whining little coward!  A 
wild and tricky little brat, you are!  It's obvious your previous master 
spoiled you!  You don't know what true humiliation is." His face 
suddenly lightened, though with a mischievous smirk.  He leaned forward, 
peering with a still-lecherous stare at a frightened Katrice.  "But fear 
not, my darling coyote-girl.  You may not yet be fit to be my pet, but I 
will give you a lesson in humility.  And, since I know what your 
fantasies are..."

The sorcerer made a very flourishing gesture, and disappeared with a 
flash of light.  Katrice slowly went from crouching to sitting on the 
floor, wholly uncertain of what the sorcerer meant with his last words, 
and afraid of what might happen next.  She looked around while she 
gently felt her throat and neck with her hand; who's place was this if 
it hadn't belonged to that sorcerer?

She finally got a chance to look at herself more properly, and she tried 
to get familiar with her new body.  In certain ways, she felt the same, 
but in other ways she was quite different.  For one, she was covered in 
a lot of short hair, but thankfully the hair on her head was the same as 
it was before.  She looked cross-eyed at her nose, which was now very 
black and farther way from her face.  She felt her teeth.  Her voice was 
the same (when she was speaking, anyway) but her tongue was different.  
She still had nails on her hands and feet, but they were very dark, and 
she had small pads on her fingers and toes.  She actually became giddy 
as she explored herself.  The sorcerer was right, she thought.  It had 
been wrong of her to question this gift!

The night had become very quiet now that she had been alone in that 
apparently empty palace for what felt like quite a while now, to her.  
She decided to take the sorcerer's advice after all.  She'd been a fool 
to be so afraid!  If she'd not hesitated, she could be living as an 
enchanted coyote slave girl in his harem right now, being made to tease 
and pleasure herself in front of others as he taught her not to be so 
afraid of displaying herself in front of others.  She wouldn't have 
cared if the merchants had discovered her that morning then either, if 
she'd known such lessons.  And she should have already, really.  
Anything she's made to do is always more important than things she 
decides to do on her own.

Katrice slowly got up, and she twisted herself around as she did so, 
looking at herself some more and feeling her new body with her hands at 
the same time.  She giggled again, softly, and with a new resolve she 
started walking back towards the exit.

Her feet stopped listening to her the moment she stepped into the foyer 
and had opened the doors.

Katrice was very surprised!  She looked down at her feet, which for the 
moment were content to remain where they were.  As too were her legs; 
she had no control over her bottom half.  She started to worry.  The 
doors were wide open and she'd be in full view of anyone who might be 
walking down the road in front of the urban palace.

"Oh gods, p-please... I am sorry!" she cried out to the darkness.  But 
there was no one there to hear her.  Not yet anyway.

Katrice's hands stopped listening to her next, as they began to remove 
her tattered clothing a piece at a time.  Her hands casually flung away 
each garment as she was made to take them off, as if she'd never need 
them ever again.  All the while she was looking about frantically, her 
ears perked and her nostrils flaring as she took in scents of the cold 
night air.  But the scent of her own damning arousal was what filled her 
nostrils the most.  She whimpered again.

Once all of her clothes were off, she suddenly she fell to her knees, 
and her body stood on all fours.  This had a much more humiliating 
impact now that she was a coyote-girl.  She pleaded a few more times 
with the night sky for it to stop, but she didn't regain control of 
herself.  Suddenly she felt her bladder becoming intensely full, and 
when that happened she got a better idea of what was about to happen to 
her.  She closed her eyes tightly and tried to stop it.  Her toes and 
fingers curled up tightly and she whimpered ever more intensely.  But 
just as the night before, she felt herself being made to pee it out 
suddenly, and just like the night before, it wasn't stopping at all.  
She was a perpetual piss fountain, only this time on all fours on a 
marble floor and in a much more visible position.  She couldn't imagine 
a more humiliating thing than this.  Someone was certain to catch her 
this time, and it there was no way a sorcerer was about to make the same 
clumsy mistakes an imp might make, which she could take advantage of to 
escape before she was caught in a humiliating act!  No, she realized 
right then she was going to be made a spectacle.

It was right when she was realizing that, when her body spun around, and 
her muzzle dove to the floor and her tongue started eagerly lapping up 
the pee that had collected so far on the marble floor.

She closed her eyes tightly and made such a helpless, muffled cry.  She 
could taste and feel the pee on her tongue and smell it as her nose 
pushed up against it.  Try as she might to stop what she was doing, her 
body absolutely did not listen to her.  Even her throat betrayed her, 
and gulped the pee down without even allowing her to properly gag.  Her 
bladder remained painfully, magickally full, and she continued being 
made to pee it out; such intense pressure with no true release was 
driving her even more insane this night than it had the night before.  
Every so often, her body would turn around to make her lap up where 
she'd been made to pee, as the previous spot became more dry.

In a short time, tears started running down Katrice's fuzzy cheeks as 
she kept her eyes closed.  Her nostrils continued to flare at the scent 
of her own pee.  She continued making helpless, muffled cries and 
gurgles.  She realized that any moment now, some early riser was going 
to be walking down the road and see her, and she knew that it would look 
like she was doing it all on purpose.  As that thought hit her, she 
suddenly shivered, and her toes and fingers curled up again.  How could 
she like something and hate it at the same time?  What was she really 
feeling?  The sensations of her body moving so well without her volition 
was arousing her.  So too was being made to pee perpetually and 
uncontrollably.  She hated the taste of her own pee, but its scent was 
starting to arouse her a great deal, now that it was coupling with her 
arousal over having no control over herself.  This must be what the 
sorcerer meant by true humiliation.  As the night wore on, she continue 
to make fitful, tired and muffled cries.  She started to imagine she was 
going to be left that way forever, and such a thought all by itself was 
enough to excite her as much as it scared her.  She barely managed any 
sleep, and her dreams were about her being made to pee while standing on 
all fours and being made to lap it up.

When the first light of day hit her body, it suddenly started listening 
to her again.  Save for her bladder, at least right away.  While it was 
no longer being kept perpetually full, she was still made to pee the 
rest of it out until it was empty.  She'd been half asleep when this 
happen, and as her body started listening to her again, she suddenly 
fell to the still wet floor.  This jerked her awake, and she weakly sat 
up.  Her arms and legs were so, so sore, and she found herself still 
peeing, though she could feel it emptying, which was a relief so great 
it made her squirm and weakly giggle.  In her fuzzy, hazy thoughts, she 
figured she'd sit there until she stopped peeing, before she went 
looking for her clothes.

It was as she started looking around for her clothes, that she noticed 
that there were a few people who were looking at her.  Most of them were 
sorcerers and sorceresses.  Some of them had their slaves in tow.  They 
all had that knowing look.  They knew she was being punished, perhaps 
ironically so.  Katrice became quickly embarrassed and wanted to hide. 
As mortified and as scared as she was during that entire time peeing on 
a strange master's floor as a coyote-girl, and lapping it up, the very 
fact that she had no choice in the matter and that her body once more 
hadn't responded to her will kept her aroused almost the entire time, 
much despite herself.  Now, she finally realized how intensely felt is 
the humiliation when the act is over, and she finally is allowed to 
notice the audience her forced actions have attracted.

She quickly collected her clothes, and then she ran off down the road.

At first she wasn't sure where she would go.  She certainly wasn't ready 
to be the sorcerer's pet, that's for sure.  She really didn't know how 
to properly handle her own humiliation.  Part of her wanted to cry out 
orgasmically, while the other part just wanted to cry, period.  At least 
she could take solace in that she'd been made to do it, and she always 
knew that things she was made to do were more important.  That meant 
that the lesson she was meant to learn that morning was also important. 
She just needed time to think, that's all.  But she couldn't do that in 
the city.  Not while there were wild imps about who might make her pee 
some more before she had time to reflect on how it really made her feel 
to be made to do that!

As she was walking further away from the scene of her morning's 
humiliation, she eventually noticed that she was heading towards the 
woods.  Not so far away would be the enchanted forest of the pixies.  
Her master always told her not to go there, as the pixies were 
dangerous.  She never really asked why, as it wasn't her place to ask 
such things.  She stopped to think and ponder, and she glanced back at 
the city, and then back forward towards the road that lead towards the 
woods.  She might have a better chance out there, and she needed to 
clean herself up anyway, she was a mess!

Besides, how much more dangerous could pixies be over imps?

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