Re: Extreme Therapy - Book 1 Complete Book 2 Chapter 19 Posted (Sept 1st)

[cradulich]

enjoyed both your stories. Hope you complete the second one soon.

[edithdick]

enjoyed both your stories. Hope you complete the second one soon.

Thanks for the encouragement. I’m glad you like the story. I’ve gotten busy with work and home stuff, but don’t worry, I will get back to work on this as soon as possible.

[fuwafuwataimu]

I've been enjoying this sequel. I like the idea of a girl being comfortable naked in public as long as she can't see her own body - it's a fascinating and erotic idea. I especially like Annie's reaction to men giving her... erotic complements(?). But at its core, I just love the dichotomy of Annie feeling most comfortable in a situation where she has no idea how many people can see her, where they are looking exactly, etc.

That cop was... awfully well written. His lack of humanity combined with an utter conviction of the correctness of his assumption that Annie is simply some druggie lead to a willingness to use violence on someone who is bothering nobody and has committed no crime. Yep, sounds like an american cop to me.

I'm afraid that I had to skip the second half of the first book. I have little tolerance for reading about girls being cruel to a vulnerable person for no reason other than to be cruel. I only stuck around because I so thoroughly enjoyed the beginning of book 1, and I was hoping for more like that - public nudity, lots of embarrassment, no horrific behavior. So far, book 2 has been great! Hoping things don't get horrific again

[Hooked6]

For a different perspective many readers like it when girls take advantage of other girls and don't consider that "horrific" at all.

Just saying there are many perceptions of what fantasies people enjoy and what they don't. To each his own. I say let the author write what interests them whatever that may be. You did the sensible thing in skipping over the parts that you didn't find to your taste rather than bend the author's creative muse to your liking.

[fuwafuwataimu]

For a different perspective many readers like it when girls take advantage of other girls and don't consider that "horrific" at all.

Just saying there are many perceptions of what fantasies people enjoy and what they don't. To each his own. I say let the author write what interests them whatever that may be. You did the sensible thing in skipping over the parts that you didn't find to your taste rather than bend the author's creative muse to your liking.

Oh, of course. I'm not here to kinkshame! I only added the final section as I do remember the author asking for opinions on the direction of the story, though I'm having trouble finding that post now. If I've offended, I apologise - it was not my intention to disparage the story, simply sharing my experience with the uncomfortable parts. This is a forum, after all.

[edithdick]

I'm afraid that I had to skip the second half of the first book. I have little tolerance for reading about girls being cruel to a vulnerable person for no reason other than to be cruel. I only stuck around because I so thoroughly enjoyed the beginning of book 1, and I was hoping for more like that - public nudity, lots of embarrassment, no horrific behavior. So far, book 2 has been great! Hoping things don't get horrific again

Actually, I am a little impressed that you were willing to take another go at the story. Normally, once I see something that is outside of my range, I don't take the time to see if the author has anything else to offer me. As you replied after, it isn't about shaming someone, but we all have our own weird tastes when it comes to these types of stories.

I've been enjoying this sequel. I like the idea of a girl being comfortable naked in public as long as she can't see her own body - it's a fascinating and erotic idea. I especially like Annie's reaction to men giving her... erotic complements(?). But at its core, I just love the dichotomy of Annie feeling most comfortable in a situation where she has no idea how many people can see her, where they are looking exactly, etc.

That cop was... awfully well written. His lack of humanity combined with an utter conviction of the correctness of his assumption that Annie is simply some druggie lead to a willingness to use violence on someone who is bothering nobody and has committed no crime. Yep, sounds like an american cop to me.

Being blindfolded/naked in public has always been a fantasy of mine. For practical purposes, it is usually also involving a guide to make sure you don't run into walls and lead you on the adventure, but it is quite erotic. One day, when I get better at writing out sexual feelings, I may revisit this trope.

As much as I hate to admit it, writing the original story broke something in me as an author. I intended to have Dr. Crowe take what Tabitha and Heidi did to Annie to the next level, but once I began writing, whether it was for integrity to the story (I'm not going to force anything in here unless it belongs) or for my own sanity, I have gone rather easy of her, and let Sophie take the brunt of the hardship, not that she sees it that way...

For a different perspective many readers like it when girls take advantage of other girls and don't consider that "horrific" at all.

Just saying there are many perceptions of what fantasies people enjoy and what they don't. To each his own. I say let the author write what interests them whatever that may be. You did the sensible thing in skipping over the parts that you didn't find to your taste rather than bend the author's creative muse to your liking.

Hooked, you've always been my biggest fan on this site. I truly appreciate your standing up for the genre. I think you are right, of course. One of the strengths to this site is the sheer variety of stories available. I know that the intent of the board was simple ENF, Pantsing and Stripping. But the opened-mindedness of the mods allow for us writers to push way beyond the original form.

By the way, I will be getting some free time to work on the next few chapters in a couple of weeks. With luck, I will reach a satisfying conclusion to Book Two in the series. The final book is in it's rawest concept phase, I just know where it exists on the timeline.

[edithdick]

First sign of madness, talking to your own head. ― J.K. Rowling

More Therapy - Chapter 11

Sophie woke up first. I was aware of her scratching on the door. She had apparently decided to wait until she was taken for a walk instead of running off on her own to go pee. The experience we had with the police left her fearful of strangers.

In the urgency of the situation, I could see Sophie glancing around the room looking to see if there was a place to urinate that wouldn’t get us into too much trouble. I pleaded with her to wait. I’ve no idea whether she could hear me in her head or not, but she decided to go wake Dr. Crowe up first. She did this by sitting on her knees next to Dr. Crowe’s bed and making a squeaking noise that may have been an attempted bark.

Dr. Crowe was easily able to distinguish between me and Sophie, and not just because of the blindfold. Sophie acted very much like a puppy, boundless with energy and enthusiasm. I was the opposite. She got up and opened the bedroom door. Sophie sprinted down the stairs and began running in circles, impatiently waiting for Dr. Crowe to come down and take us outside.

I expected Dr. Crowe to take us to the back yard, but instead, she slipped on a bathrobe and her shoes and took us out the front. Sophie didn’t need long to decide where to go, as soon as our feet touched the grass, she squatted down and let about half a liter of urine spray onto the lawn. “Good girl!” Dr. Crowe said, patting Sophie on the head. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

Sophie did. She began wagging my butt and put her hands up like a dog begging for a snack. Dr. Crowe then walked us around the block. We passed several neighbors; none realized that Dr. Crowe was naked under her bathrobe. Though, they probably wouldn’t have thought much about it if they knew, considering that I was only wearing a small, braided collar around my neck.

It was a strange experience. On more than one occasion, Dr. Crowe would see a neighbor she knew and so she would stop to chat for a minute. She introduced me as Sophie and even let them pet my head while they talked. Thankfully, she didn’t let them pet anything else. Tabitha had been less restrictive with where she let people touch Sophie.

We walked for a good 20 minutes before returning home. Dr. Crowe had told me that she would be recording today, so there was no need to leave the house after that. When we got back inside, I saw Dr. Crowe hang her bathrobe on a coat rack next to the door. I was a bit surprised that she was staying naked today. Sophie noticed it too and took it as a sign that Dr. Crowe wanted to play.

“What are you doing?” Dr. Crowe exclaimed as Sophie crouched down like she was ready to pounce. I felt the glee in her heart as she attempted to romp into Dr. Crowe. For her part, she managed to sidestep us and we bounded forward onto the sofa.

Sophie turned to do it again but was cut off with a thwack across my head. “Sophie, no!” She scolded.

Sophie stopped, but I could feel her excitement as she was looking for another opening. “I said, ‘NO’” Dr. Crowe chided. Finally Sophie relented and bowed her head down. “Good girl.” Dr. Crowe said, finally. This brought Sophie’s mood back up. She hated being a bad girl.

“We can play later, but for now I need to work.” Dr. Crowe told us firmly.

Sophie followed her around the house until Dr. Crowe told her to go lay down. Sophie went back to our bed and took a nap. It was still pretty early, so I didn’t mind getting some more rest. Sophie fell asleep quickly. As I lay there, I began trying to regain control of my body. I gave up after about an hour and finally drifted back to sleep.

“Wakey-wakey, Sophie.” I heard Dr. Crowe announce. Sophie didn’t hesitate, but was on our feet in an instant, waiting for her next command. “Are you hungry, girl?” Dr. Crowe asked excitedly.

I heard my stomach growl, which sufficiently answered the question. Sophie was practically bouncing off the walls on our way downstairs to the kitchen. Dr. Crowe had fixed a grilled cheese sandwich that was sitting on the table. Instinctively, Sophie walked up near the table. She didn’t dare sit down or try to take the food, but expectations were high.

“NO!” Dr. Crowe scolded. “Down.”

Sophie squatted down and lowered her head. I felt her panicking. I wasn’t sure what she had done wrong.

Dr. Crowe went into the kitchen, but Sophie didn’t move. After a minute, Dr. Crowe returned carrying two bowls. She set them on the floor and ordered Sophie to “Eat.”

Sophie fell to her hands and knees, and crawled over to where Dr. Crowe had set the bowls. She sniffed them first before looking to see what was offered as food. The bowl on the left was filled with water, the one on the right was filled with what looked like dry cereal of some kind. It smelled off though.

Sophie looked up and Dr. Crowe nervously, then glanced at the sandwich on the table before giving Dr. Crowe a terrified look. “This is your lunch, now eat.” Dr. Crowe ordered.

Reluctantly, Sophie began eating the food. It tasted terrible. It took me a minute to realize that Sophie was eating dog food. Why would Dr. Crowe feed me that? Sophie didn’t like it either, but she was afraid of being punished again. After finishing the dog food, Sophie drank all of the water to wash that taste out of our mouth.

Seeing that Sophie had finished eating, Dr. Crowe, who had also eaten her much tastier lunch, was standing over us patting Sophie’s head saying over and over again, “Sophie is a good girl. Sophie is a good girl.”

Sophie had already forgotten the horrible taste of dog food. All she could think of now was joy from being called a good girl. She started shaking our butt in the air, as if she was wagging a tail.

“Sophie, up!”

Sophie stood on two legs as quickly as she could manage. It too me a minute to remember that I only have two legs and two arms.

“Good girl!” Dr. Crowe said.

Next, I saw Dr. Crowe pull out a small notebook and begin browsing through it. It looked like one of the notebooks she used to write in while I was her patient. Suddenly, her eyes lit up when she found the page she was looking for. “Now Sophie, I know you are out of practice. I want to help you remember your training so you can be a good girl.” Dr. Crowe said cheerfully.

“Sit, Sophie, sit.” Dr. Crowe said.

Before she had finished saying the second ‘sit’, Sophie was already squatted down, mimicking the way a dog sits, except our butt didn’t actually touch the floor.

“Sophie is a good girl.” Exclaimed Dr. Crowe.

“Stand.” Dr. Crowe ordered.

Excitedly, Sophie stood up again. This was easy for her. Dr. Crowe went back to the notes. I heard her comment about taking us for another walk to practice the directional instructions. Then she paused and studied the notebook for a minute. “Hmmm, does this still work?” she wondered out loud.

“Sophie, speak.” Dr. Crowe ordered. This time, Sophie began to panic again. Dr. Crowe repeated the command, but that just made Sophie start to tremble physically. “Hmmm, maybe you don’t remember this command.” Dr. Crowe pondered.

One more time, she said, “Sophie, Speak!”

Sophie responded by audibly whining and was on the verge of tears. “It’s okay, girl. You don’t remember how to speak. I’ll teach you.”

Sophie stopped whining but was still visibly nervous about this situation. “Sophie, say ‘Thank you’ now Speak.”

This didn’t seem to be a phrase that Sophie was particularly familiar with. In my head, I tried to coach her. I told her, ‘Sophie, say Thank You’. That didn’t help much, but it did get Sophie to try mouthing the word. No real sound came out, but she made the gesture. I repeated the first word several times and I finally heard her squeak out some squeaky sound that mimicked Dr. Crowe but sounded more like ‘ank ooo’.

Dr. Crowe looked overjoyed at this sudden obedience. “That’s close, Sophie. You are such a good girl!” Dr. Crowe said. “Try again, say ‘Thank You’.”

Again, in my head I began just making the ‘th’ sound. Over and over, I was sure she could hear me. Finally, I heard her say “Tank hoo”.

“Good Girl!” Dr. Crowe exclaimed. “Such a good girl! You deserve a treat.”

Dr. Crowe went back into the kitchen and returned with a brown paper bag. “Yes, you deserve a treat.” Dr. Crowe said. She then reached into the bag and pulled out a large chocolate chip cookie. “Here you go girl.”

Sophie was so excited as Dr. Crowe handed her the cookie. She didn’t even want to eat it, because it was her trophy for learning a new command. “Go on Sophie, eat your cookie.” Dr. Crowe said.

Reluctantly at first, Sophie took a bite. When she tasted the chocolate chips, I felt the thrill of having such a wonderful treat. Sophie quickly gobbled down the rest of the cookie faster than I thought possible.

“What do you say, when someone gives you a treat?” Dr. Crowe asked.

Sophie’s eyes widened, she didn’t know the answer. I started screaming in my head, ‘Sophie, tell her Thank you!’

“What do you say?” Dr. Crowe repeated patiently.

After a few seconds, Sophie decided to give that a try. “Tank hoo.”

“Yes. You ARE a good girl. If I give you a cookie, you tell me ‘Thank you’.” Dr. Crowe said in a tone that was excited as I’ve ever heard her. She then handed Sophie a second cookie.

Sophie didn’t hesitate on this one, she stuffed it into our mouth and gobbled it up. After a second, she realized what she had done and lowered her head before saying, “Tank you.” To Dr. Crowe. This time she actually got the ‘you’ to sound correct. It was still really squeaky, and Sophie had no idea what it meant, but she could speak two words.

Dr. Crowe was so happy with Sophie for learning her first words that she didn’t even bother scolding us for eating the cookie first. Instead, she patted Sophie’s head and told her she was a good girl.

I still wasn’t sure if Sophie was hearing me or figuring this out for herself. I tried an experiment. I began telling Sophie quietly at first but more urgently as I began repeating the phrase, ‘Sophie, say Dr. Crowe’

Dr. Crowe was patting Sophie’s head while I tried to get her to say those words. Over and over I repeated it. If I had had the ability to speak, I would have been screaming at the time of my lungs. Then I heard Sophie scream something back, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” It was so loud in my head that I lost access to my eyes. Normally, when I would transition from myself to Sophie, there would be a fading of red to purple to black. This one happened so quickly that I went directly to black and before Sophie had finished yelling at me, I was no longer conscious to hear anything.

I have no idea how long I was out for. When I became aware of myself again, Sophie was already asleep. I could hear Dr. Crowe’s deep breathing that indicated she had also gone to bed. I stayed up the rest of the night trying to figure out what had happened. Clearly, Sophie had heard me yelling at her, but somehow, she was able to kick me out of my own head for a while. Why can’t I do that to her?

When the next morning rolled around, Dr. Crowe took us to the backyard. She didn’t even bother with the bathrobe back there. I was starting to think she wished she could walk around naked all day instead of us. She did, however, bring a plastic bag with her. “Not forgetting this again.” She told Sophie with a chuckle. I guess I had missed that part. Whatever had happened, Sophie didn’t need the plastic bag this morning.

Once done, Dr. Crowe took us to work. Surely, she was going to put the blindfold on me and let me take over my body again. We walked to work with Sophie on the leash, though it didn’t feel like Sophie needed it. She had learned the way to Dr. Crowe’s office well enough that she knew when to stop, when to start and where to turn.

Once we got up to the office, Dr. Crowe sorted through the patient records and did all the prep work that I used to do. She then told Sophie each of the patients’ names. She repeated them again and again, each time asking Sophie to repeat them back. To my shock, Sophie didn’t seem to have any trouble with this command. Somehow, Sophie could check patients in even without my help. I began to worry about exactly how long I was out of my head.

Based on the patient schedule, about 2 weeks had passed since Sophie had banished me from my own head. What on earth had Sophie been doing with my body all that time? That thought caused me to shutter a bit. I considered asking Sophie directly about it. I was certain that she had heard me speaking in her head the last time, but then again… she was able to lose consciousness for two whole weeks the last time I tried to talk to her. I needed to figure out how she did that so maybe I could get control of my body again.

The bell chimed when the door opened. In walked our first patient, Mrs. Edna Johansen. She was a tall lady, in her mid 50’s. From the notes, I had learned that Dr. Crowe was treating her for depression. I always expected depressed people to be sad all the time, but Mrs. Johansen oftened seem quite chipper when she arrived. Today was no exception.

“How are you doing today, Annie?” Mrs. Johansen asked.

To my astonishment, Sophie responded with “I’m great!” It wasn’t my voice… Sophie all but squeaked when she talked, but she did talk. She responded like a normal person.

“That’s good to hear. You’ve been so excitable these past couple of weeks. I guess that therapy is doing wonders for you.” Mrs. Johansen said. “Maybe I should try going out naked a few times to see if it really does help.” She gave a loud laugh that caused Sophie to jump back a bit.

After a second, Sophie handed Mrs. Johansen the sign in form. When she had signed it and handed it back, Sophie stapled it to her insurance form and added it to her record. She had managed to learn my system and was doing everything I would normally do. I was really impressed by that. And scared…

I didn’t hear Dr. Crowe stading behind me until she spoke. “Good morning, Edna.” It startled Sophie too. She swung the chair around so quickly it made my eyes blur for half a second. Sophie eagerly handed the record to Dr. Crowe and smiled up at her expectanty. Her efforts were rewarded with a gently pat on the head and a “Good girl.” from Dr. Crowe. I felt Sophie’s elation from those words. She was a good girl, I had to remember that.

After a moment, Dr. Crowe went into her office with Mrs. Johansen. I watched as Sophie sat alone at the reception desk. I felt a wave of loneliness and nervousness from being all alone at the reception desk. It was unsettling, I honestly could no longer distinguish my feelings from Sophie’s.

Sophie was very fidgety, looking through the records to check who the next patient was. Going through the entire list of patients and starting over. She squirmed in the chair and twice got up like she wanted to go scratch on the door to Dr. Crowe’s office. I could feel the panic and a memory of pain that stopped Sophie in her tracks. Evidently, that was not being a good girl, and Sophie had learned not to scratch on the door when Dr. Crowe was with a patient.

After a while, the next patient had arrived. This was Mr. Aaron Lee. He was started coming here after his wife had died in a car accident about a year ago. When I first started, Mr. Lee was so quiet and reserved that I started to think he had lost contact with the world around him. Though, lately, he had become chatty and even flirted a bit. Of course, most of his change happened after I stopped wearing clothes to work.

It should have bother me to have him staring at my naked body like that, but Sophie really liked the attention and at the moment, my feelings were not my own. They were hers.

Shortly after Mr. Lee arrived, Mrs. Johansen emerged from Dr. Crowe’s office. Dr. Crowe collected Mr. Lee’s record and headed in with him. Sophie went from happy and eager back to sullen and near panic as soon as the door shut. And so the day went.

Dr. Crowe had set aside a couple of breaks to take Sophie for a walk, which she loved. My body had already started to be conditioned to want to go to the bathroom as soon as we left the building. Sophie didn’t hesitate to squat down at the first bush we reached and empty my bladder. People, all of them stranger to me, stared and gawked at us as we wandered around the streets with me being naked and led on a leash. Dr. Crowe and Sophie didn’t even seem to notice it anymore.

As we walked, several times a person on the street would confront us and demand to know why Dr. Crowe was walking a naked girl around the neighborhood. She explained to each of them calmly that this was a form of psychotherapy. Though they seemed skeptical at first, when she produced the court papers that permitted the behavior, they switched from outrage to intrigue that this was real.

She even received a couple of offers if she ever needed someone to take me for walks. She took their contact info, ‘just in case’ and we eventually headed back to the office. Dr. Crowe took Sophie back into her office during lunch. There were two bowls on the floor, one with water and the other with what looked like a brown cereal.

When Dr. Crowe sat at the round table in the middle of the room to eat her lunch, I watched as Sophie crouched down onto her hands and knees and slyly nuzzled up, putting my head on Dr. Crowe’s lap. Dr. Crowe began stroking Sophie’s head and feeding her bites of a sandwich she had prepared. I felt a flash of joy coming from Sophie. She liked eating people food so much better than what was in the bowl.

It suddenly occurred to me that I was seeing Sophie’s memories. And also, that it was not cereal in the bowl, but dog food. Why would Dr. Crowe be feeding me THAT? Sophie wasn’t always allowed to eat people food. Today, she was a good girl, so she received a treat.

After lunch, there were three more patients to see Dr. Crowe. Sophie continued to check them in. Each time Dr. Crowe would disappear into the office, Sophie would grow more nervous so that toward the end of the day, she was visibly shaking.

“What’s wrong, Sophie?” Dr. Crowe asked as the final patient of the day had gone ahead into her office.

Instead of answering, Sophie cautiously bowed her head and pressed up against Dr. Crowe’s hand. I could feel that she wanted some attention, but was afraid to ask for it. Dr. Crowe patted Sophie’s head for a moment. “It’s okay, girl. This is the last patient today. After that, I have a surprise for you.”

Sophie looked up, she liked surprises. Well, she usually liked surprises, but she decided to blot out the times that she didn’t like them and instead focused on being excited.

“See, you are already happy again. Here. Play with these for the last hour and then we can go.” Dr. Crowe handed Sophie a box of crayons and a coloring book. I could see that Sophie had played with this toy before, as some of the pages were already colored in. Horribly colored in, as Sophie was a bad artist, but she had at least understood the concept.

Once Dr. Crowe left us, Sophie began busying herself with looking through the pages of the book. She found a page that had not been colored on yet. It was a drawing of a huge bee floating over a tulip. Sophie pulled out a purple crayon. Her eyes focused on the bee for some reason, and then she moved the crayon down to start filling in.

That’s not right. Bees are not purple. As the crayon was about to touch the paper, I did… something. Suddenly, the crayon was now moving toward the flower petals instead. I have no idea if tulips ever come in purple, but I know for a fact that bees do not.

That’s when it occurred to me. I was controlling my arm. Or at least I was controlling the crayon. Sophie didn’t seem to notice. Slowly, I filled in-between the lines for the flower petals. Next I pulled out the green crayon for the stem, and the yellow crayon for the bee. Finally, I took a light blue crayon and filled in the sky for the background.

Sophie tried to resist, but I maintained control. I realized that she didn’t like coloring where there were no lines to guide her. But this was my drawing, and it needed a background. Instinctively, I took a black crayon and signed the drawing.

After we were done, Sophie stared at the thing. She didn’t understand why this one turned out so well, but she was proud of herself. All of the other pages, she colored outside of the lines and the colors she picked were nonsensical. On this one, she knew that this was what it was supposed to look like.

After Dr. Crowe came out and the final patient had left. Sophie showed her the book.

Dr. Crowe studied the page I had colored and then studied Sophie. A small smile appeared on her face for just a fraction of a second. Tilting her head sideways slightly, she asked, “Annie? Are you back?”

Sophie’s eyes widened as she shook her head. She crouched down and raised her butt into the air as if to prove that she was Sophie, not Annie. Dr. Crowe stood there and stroked my head for a while before securing the leash back to my collar. “Let’s go.”

“Home!” Sophie squeaked.

“Not just yet.” Dr. Crowe told her. “I have someone who wants to meet you tonight. Can you be a good girl?”

Sophie bounded around, so happy. She liked meeting people. She would be a good girl. Sophie is a good girl!

[cradulich]

Glad you are continuing the story and keeping it very entertaining.

[edithdick]

Glad you are continuing the story and keeping it very entertaining.

Thanks for the encouragement. I’m hoping to get some more writing done next week.

[edithdick]

She’s the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success wrong by wrong. – Mae West

More Therapy - Chapter 12

“Sophie! Heel!” Dr. Crowe commanded for at least the 100th time. That and, “Sophie, stop.” Or “Sophie, walk.”

We had been walking for at least an hour. Twelve blocks doesn’t sound like that far on paper, but in reality, each block was over a quarter of a mile, so by the time we got stopped walking, we had traveled close to 4 miles. Dr. Crowe kept a quick pace. Sophie loved to run, but only for short distances.

The entire ordeal was a fight between Dr. Crowe wanting to keep a brisk pace, faster than I or Sophie normally walked, and Sophie deciding that she could just run the entire distance, with Dr. Crowe yanking on our collar and giving Sophie a firm swat across my bottom while yelling to ‘heel’.

The building we eventually stopped at had a sign than indicated it was part of the Cal State University system, though we were nowhere near campus. Dr. Crowe pressed a buzzer on the door and after several minutes a young man, probably in his early 20’s, wearing a lab coat answered the door.

He glanced at Dr. Crowe before noticing me standing there. When he did his eyes bulged a bit before he regained composure. He turned back to Dr. Crowe and asked, “May I help you?” without bothering to introduce himself.

For some reason, this place made Sophie nervous. I could feel her anxiety. I’m sure that if Dr. Crowe wasn’t holding onto her leash, Sophie would have run away.

“I’m here to see Dr. Howard.” Dr. Crowe said patiently.

“One moment.” The man said before closing the door and disappearing inside. After several minutes, the door opened, and we were escorted into the building. Dr. Crowe had to give Sophie a firm tug to get her to go inside.

It was evening, but with the long summer days, the sun had not yet set. Inside the building, however, we walked down a long interior corridor with every other florescent light turned off for some reason. The lights that were on made a slight buzzing noise, which all together felt a bit creepy.

The elevator was marked “Out of Order”, so we had to follow the young man up 3 flights of dimly lit stairs before arriving at the Dr. Howard’s office. Each step added more anxiety to Sophie and for me as well. I had no idea what this place was or who Dr. Howard was, and this place was beginning to scare me a bit.

We followed the young man, who’s name turned out to be Tom, into an office suite. Once inside, he ignored us as he headed back to a desk in the far corner of lobby to take a seat at a desk, where he had been working prior to us interrupting him.

An older man entered from one of the connected offices and said, “Shiela, this is unexpected. And this must be Annie?” He asked, looking me up and down with an open smile on his face.

“Not Annie, this is Sophie.” Dr. Crowe corrected. “Though, I expect Annie is here as well.”

Dr. Howard approached and Dr. Crowe handed him the leash. “She has become quite obedient, though still has a mind of her own some of the time.”

Dr. Howard nodded as she spoke, but he didn’t take his eyes off of me. “So, what commands does she obey?” He asked.

“When I first got her, she was as obedient as any well-trained dog. But as I’ve worked with her, I can say that she pretty much understands English, so you can give her more complex tasks, no problem.” Dr. Crowe said confidently. “She needs occasional positive and negative reinforcement, but otherwise is a very good girl.”

Sophie perked up with that. She loved being a good girl. The way Dr. Crowe talked about her, I was sort of proud of Sophie too. I remembered how she handled the patient records. She could follow instructions well. If only I could talk to her and get her to follow my instructions, I might be able to get my body back.

Dr. Howard raised the leash slightly and asked, “May i?”

“Of course.” Dr. Crowe responded.

“Come on, Sophie.” Dr. Howard instructed. As he walked, Sophie did her best to keep pace with him. “You are a good girl.” He announced as he patted me on the butt.

I was shocked at that, but Sophie took it as a reward. I felt my lips curl into a beaming smile as we continued to walk around the office. After a few laps, he led us deeper into the office suite. There were more corridors, most of the had the lights off completely, but the path he took us on was at least mostly lit.

Eventually, we arrived at what looked like a medical bay, with a bed, a stainless-steel table, and a bunch of medical tools. “Sophie, have a seat.” He instructed.

Sophie squatted down, looking up at Dr. Howard with a huge grin. No doubt she was expecting a reward for being so well behaved.

“Sophie, up.” He told her. She stood. “Up on the table. Sit on the table.” Sophie didn’t understand what he was telling her to do. She knew the words, but they made no sense. He repeated himself, so she slowly approached the small steel table. There was no way to sit on it, and if we tried it would have fallen over.

“No, Sophie.” He raised his voice. “Sit on the bed.”

Sophie panicked when he raised his voice. She tried lurching away, only to get yanked back when she reached the end of the leash. This caused us to lose our footing and tumble to the floor. Dr. Howard released the leash, so we didn’t choke on it. Eventually he helped Sophie up and guided her to the bed.

“It’s okay, Sophie. I just want to examine you. Up here, have a seat. Please.” His voice was much more gentle, Sophie was still shaken from it, but she listened and obeyed. Dr. Howard pulled a stethoscope out of his pocket and placed the ear pieced in his ears.

“Hold still, I need to listen to your heartbeat.” He said. Sophie understood the words ‘hold still’, so we sat there. He placed the end of the stethoscope on my chest and listened. It was a jolt of cold, but Sophie didn’t flinch. He moved it around to my side and then to my back.

“Take a deep breath.” He instructed. Sophie obeyed. He repeated that several times, each time making a notation in a file that he had set on the metal table.

“Go ahead and lay back.” Dr. Howard ordered. Once we were lying flat, with my legs hanging over the side of the table, Dr. Howard pulled out two metal stirrups and guided my feet into them. This pushed my knees up into the air and spread my thighs apart, exposing my private area.

Dr. Howard used the stethoscope to listen to my stomach. He kept pressing it in and then listened. Putting that aside, he said, “I need to perform a full physical. Do you understand?” She didn’t. “I’m going to check and make sure that you are healthy. Nothing to be concerned about.”

Next he took my left arm in his hands and methodically began squeezing, inch by inch, from my wrist to my shoulder. Then he did my right arm. Followed by my right leg, from my ankle to my thigh. Then my left leg.

“I need to do the same thing to your body, is that okay?” He asked.

Sophie nodded, so he began pressing my abdomen, starting at my pelvis and working is way up to the center of my chest. Each breast, he took his time examining. I’d heard of breast exams, but never really thought of what it would be like to have a strange man cupping and squeezing each of my breasts. Dr. Howard was as old as my dad, but even so, it was very arousing.

Sophie noticed it too. We were getting turned on. He breathing began to quicken, but as I was starting to feel myself getting moist down there, it ended.

“I need to do a pelvic examination.” He told Sophie. “You’re going to feel a bit of pressure.”

Dr. Howard took a seat in a small rolling chair and maneuvered over to between my legs. He was holding a long silver device that had a handle on one end. “This needs to go inside of you, Sophie. You’ll feel a bit of pressure, but it won’t hurt. I promise.”

He had a tube of some kind of lubricant that he squeezed onto the device. He then pushed the thing up inside of my vagina. I heard Sophie moan. I think if we had not already been aroused by his touching my breasts, Sophie would have jumped up and run away from the shock of being penetrated like that. Instead, she started gyrating my pelvis a bit trying to stimulate my pussy.

“Enough of that.” Dr. Howard told her. “Hold still.”

Reluctantly, Sophie stopped moving and after about 30 seconds, he pulled the thing out of me and dropped it on the table. Next, he removed my feet from the stirrups and said, “Stand up.”

Sophie stood up. Dr. Howard repeated the physical examination, pressing my shoulders, my back, and my butt. He spent a few minutes writing notes in the file before moving on.

When we finished the physical exam, he walked us back to the lobby. To my shock, Dr. Crowe was not there. Sophie looked around in a panic. “It’s okay, you’re going to stay with me for a couple of days.” He told us. “Dr. Crowe wanted me to examine you and help with your training.”

This wasn’t right. Why would she abandon me like this? I don’t even know these men.

“Tom, will you please take Sophie for a quick walk and then show her to her room?” Dr. Howard asked. Tom took the leash and led us back down the stairs and outside. There was a park about a block from the office building. Gratefully, I only had to pee. We walked for about 10 minutes before Sophie found a place she was comfortable with. She squatted down and relieved herself. Tom could not have looked more disinterested.

Once we got back, Top took us to another room inside the suite. This one had a bed with a blanket and a small pillow. In the corner were two bowls on the floor. Tom unfastened the leash and said, “You can sleep here tonight. We will start your training in the morning.”

When Tom finished sleeping, he left the room and closed the door. I heard a second click, when he locked it from the outside. At least Sophie wouldn’t be running off later. She wandered around the room for a few minutes, looking at everything again and again. Not much to look at, but still. The bed was small, but big enough for a teenaged girl, so long as I don’t toss and turn at night.

There was also a small round table with a chair next to it. And on the floor were the two bowls. One of the bowls was full of water and the other had shrimp fried rice in it. So at least they were feeding us people food.

Sophie finished the food and water quickly. Somehow, she was able to eat without her hands, and still did not make a mess on the floor or on my face. She never even picked the bowl up but was able to lap up all the water.

With nothing else to do, Sophie crawled into bed and fell asleep. Another oddity of this situation was that Sophie’s sleep schedule did not completely coincide with my own. She fell asleep while I lay there, conscious, but unable to move. I tried regaining control of my body, but it was out of reach. At first I thought that this was what it was like to be quadriplegic, but I could actually feel everything. I just couldn’t move anything.

I started thinking about how I was able to control the crayon when we were using the coloring book. I had no problem with that, but here I couldn’t lift a finger. After a while, I gave up and let myself fall asleep.

The next morning, everything changed.