Pet Teachers Ch 04 Brainwashed Bitch

Disclaimers:

• This mind-control story contains various foot-fetish and non-foot-fetish scenes and concepts.

• This is the fourth story in the "Pet Teachers" series.

Pet Teachers 4: Brainwashed Bitch

by JFGargiulo

I love chasing Susan--after all, what kind of dog would I be if I didn't chase a cat? Unfortunately for her, she's chunky, so she can only run so far. I gain on her, my teeth almost biting her fat, jiggly ass cheeks.

The meadow is a carpet of soft, green grass. The house where we live and serve Melanie, our holy mistress, is in the distance. We keep circling it as the birds chirp in the trees, and I can hear Molly in the henhouse cawing up a storm. That means she's shitting and queefing out eggs for our breakfast.

The thought makes my mouth water, and drops of spittle fly about.

Susan stumbles, and I leap on top of her back. She caterwauls as I mount her, rubbing my clit along her ass. I pant furiously and rhythmically, my head craning back and my eyes rolling up. As I squirt my sticky lady juice onto my fellow slave, I howl with delight.

"Ow... ow... ow-wow-mrow..." moans Susan.

I dismount, and she lies in the grass. I sniff her body, from her thick bare feet all the way up to the pigtailed hair. Then I notice that she has a cut on her leg, and it's bleeding. Susan struggles to get up, but ends up lying on her side, meowing in pain.

Whimpering, I rub noses with her and touch her forehead with mine. I can feel the branded M the Mistress gave her against my skin. I lick it and her face. She purrs and I bark up a storm as I dash toward the house for help.

Elaine, Mistress's gray-haired slave, comes out of the coop with a basketful of eggs. I jump on top of her, barking.

"Whoa!" Elaine says, holding the basket above her head. "What's wrong, Millie-girl?"

I bark and whine, constantly looking back at where Susan lied. Would she understand?

She closes her eyes and shakes her head. "Were you chasing that tubby little tabby again?'

I woof happily, tongue out, and circle about. The tail sticking out of my asshole wags happily.

Elaine looks about... then realizes... "Where is she, Mildred? Is she hurt?"

I bark in affirmation, crawling a few paces before stopping and turning back to make sure Elaine is following me.

She sighs and shakes her head. "When are you going to learn to be gentle, you stupid bitch?"

Elaine sets the basket on the ground and starts to follow. I happily run before her, and when we reach Susan, I comfort the pussycat with tongue-kissies all over her face. Susan licks the back of her paw and lightly touches her forehead.

Meanwhile, Elaine inspects the wound. "Doesn't look too bad. Susan, you're going to half to walk on threes while I hold up your foot. Understand?"

"Mrow..."

"Good kitty."

We slowly make our way back to the house. I alternate between making sure the way is clear and that Susan is okay. When we get inside the house, Elaine cleans Susan's wound and bandages it. I watch her while sitting on my haunches.

"Go lie down on your bed, Susie," Elaine says. "I'll call you when dinner's ready."

Susan purrs and rubs Elaine's leg before leaving. I whimper and hang my head.

"You have every right to feel bad," Elaine says. "You've been told so many times to leave Susan alone. She's not as agile as you."

She smacks my ass, and I yelp. Then she swats my nose.

"Bad dog!" Elaine says. She stands erects and points out of the bathroom. "You know what to do, don't you?"

I want to beg forgiveness, but she's right. I'm such a bad dog... so bad...

I enter the living room. Vicky, Mistress's bimbo slave, watches cartoons on TV, mouth hanging open with a blank expression. My upper lip curls: How I want so much to sink my teeth into her, teach her a lesson for what she's done...

She laughs. "Like, ha, ha, ha! You know? Trippendicular? To. The. Max. Fer shur!"

I growl.

"Don't get any ideas," Elaine warns. "Keep moving."

I hear and obey.

The cage is large and metal with cushions and a blankie. I crawl in, and Elaine closes and locks the cage as I turn around to face her.

"No dinner for you," she says, wagging her finger at me. "You need to learn how to behave." She walks away.

I walk in circles before lying down. I deserve to be punished. I hear nothing but the sounds from the TV and Donna's monkey-chattering from the kitchen as she starts preparing dinner.

My stomach grumbles. I sigh, and soon my eye flutter before closing, and I dream of a nice, juicy steak...

*

"I hate to be a bother, but I can't eat steak," I said. "I'm a vegan."

We sat at the dinner table in The Transformation Retreat. Melanie was at the head of the table, while me and the girls were two to a side. Elaine, standing next to Melanie, bent over and whispered something into her boss's ear. Melanie nodded.

"I don't recall you ever being that," Melanie said.

"My..." I cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and fought back tears. "My husband--well, ex-husband--got me into it. Health reasons."

"I see. Well, I'm sure Elaine can whip something up for you. Can't you, dear?"

"Of course."

Once the gray-haired woman left, Melanie asked, "Tell me more about your... conversion..."

Mildred giggled nervously. "I wouldn't call it

that

, but it was a life-changing experience."

"Do you still smoke?"

"I quit. We both wanted me to, and... we wanted to have kids--and we did, two boys..."

Melanie nodded. "I'm happy for you, Millie. Who's next?"

Everyone went around the room to share their stories: Vicky was divorced with a son, Susan was a widow who gained weight, Donna was divorced, and Molly was single.

When dinner was served, everyone sat down to a meal of sizzling steak and steamed vegetables. Mildred had the same, minus the meat plus a salad.

That night, before us naked women went to sleep, we discussed our situation.

"No clothes and pigtails?" Vicky asked. "What the hell is this place? We need to get out--now."

"That'd look weird and obvious, wouldn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I'm not feeling this," Susan said. "I mean, my weight and all..."

"Maybe we should give it one more day," Molly suggested. "I mean, she invited us here to test the place out..."

Silence.

"I'm game if everyone else is," Donna replied.

So, we all stayed and turned in. While everyone was peacefully asleep, I was awake, silently sobbing to myself. I sat up and crossed my legs, staring out of the open window. I twirled a pigtail with a finger before lying down and playing with myself.

I soon lost interest. I walked over to the window and sat on the ledge. The moon lit up the grass and trees in the back of the property.

I sighed. "I never knew being divorced could hurt so much. I love my husband and boys, and I want them back. Maybe I should've become a stay-at-home mom, but... I love my students as if they were my own kids... Oh, damn it, I don't know what I want anymore!"

I went back to bed, and this time I allowed herself to doze off. When I finally got to sleep, it was fitful, and I tossed and turned all night...

*

"Mistress! Like, Mistress? The pwetty widdle puppy-dog's running in her sleep! So grody!"

I wake up with a start, groggily looking around. I'm still in my cage, and I come face to face with Vicky. She kneels with her face less than an inch from the cage. She stares at me blankly, her head cocked.

Frowning, I bare my teeth, growl, and hurl myself at the side of the cage. I bark furiously. Vicky flinches and lands on her tight ass, then scrambles away quickly on her hands and feet.

"Like, yuh know, grody! So totally grody, Mildred! Fer shur! Yer so ew! Like!"

Just then, Mistress Melanie walks in, her hands on her hips. I calm down and lie on my stomach: It is only correct for a slave to show her owner the respect and love that she deserves.

"Mistress!" Vicky protests. "O. M. G! Puppy Mildwed almost attacked me, like? Totes grody, fer shur!"

Mistress grabs Vicky by the pigtails, lifts her as much as she can, and slaps her face. "Asshole! You stupid, fucking, worthless bitch! You got her angry when she was in timeout! Leave her alone--you know she hates you!" She threw Vicky on the floor with a thump.

Vicky looks at us in turn. She sniffs, composes herself, then quietly walks out of the room, her head down.

I bark happily, my tail wagging.

"And you! I hope you've learned your lesson?"

I whimper and give her wide, pleading eyes.

"Are you going to chase and mount Susan ever again?"

I bark, deep and guttural--the only way I can say

no

.

Mistress opens the cage, and I walk out. I present her my head, and she gives me head-pats! She strokes my back and looks me in the eyes.

"That's more like it," Mistress says. "You're still not getting dinner, but you will get a treat. Come, slave."

She leads me into the kitchen. She takes a doggie biscuit from a jar on the counter and holds it up to me. I whine and yelp.

Mistress lifts up her flat hand, palm up. I obey by immediately sitting on my haunches, my butt cheeks resting on the heels of my bare feet.

"Good girl!" she coos.

She places the cookie on the bridge of my nose, and I stay perfectly still.

"Don't," she says sternly. "Balance... balance..."

I know the punishment for dropping a nose-treat, and while I love Mistress's punishments, it's always more proper to obey one's owner.

I am her bitch, after all.

"Now," she says.

I quickly rear my head, letting the cookie drop a few inches. I open my mouth and catch it before it hits the floor. The crunch of the first bite echoes in my ears, dispelling any doubt about what--not who--I am. Lowering my head to the ground, I munch happily and loudly, crumbs and drool falling to the floor.

"Good girl!" Mistress says, giving me head-pats.

I lick the remains of my snack off of the hardwood floor... and my eyes immediately gravitate toward Mistress's bare feet. I pant: Oh, Mistress, how I long to lick those soft, smooth soles...

"Mm, I'll bet you want my peds in your mouth, don't you, girl?" Mistress says, stroking my back with a foot.

I break out in goosebumps and recite the Mantra that Is Life:

I slave for my mistress every day. I love her bare feet in every way.

"Come, slave."

I follow Mistress from the kitchen, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. After commanding me to do so, I close the door with my head. Mistress is already reclining upon her bed, like the goddess that she is.

She snaps her fingers. "Come, Mildred, dear. Worship Mistress's tootsies."

I gallop up to the bed, then rear back and jump onto it. I rub my head against her feet, which have a ripe lemon-pine smell to them. I lick the tops of her feet before biting her toes and slobbering all over her soles.

"Very good, my sweet. Time for snuggies."

I yip and walk over her naked body, resting my head between her titties. With one arm around me and a hand massaging my tight butt cheeks, she strokes me with the other.

"Good dog, good girl, so beautiful," she says quietly, reverently. "So precious, not like that cunty Vicky, who deserves to get beaten, right, my sweet slave?"

I jiggle my ass to make my tail wag.

Mistress chuckles, and I feel so comfortable lying on her that I doze off... Mistress shuts the light, and soon, we're both sleeping in each other's arms...

*

"So, how'd you sleep last night?" Melanie asked.

"Not well," I said, before yawning.

"Was the bed not comfortable?"

"Oh, no, the amenities were fine..."

She studied me... "What's wrong?"

We were in her office. I sat on a couch, and she in a chair across from me.

I looked away, fidgeting in my seat and wringing my hands.

"Don't you trust me?" Melanie asked.

"Of course I do, it's just that..." I shrugged. "It's personal."

"We can't Transform into our newer, truer selves until we confront the past and deal with it. Wouldn't you agree?"

"... Yeah..." I sighed. "All right, I recently got divorced, and my ex got custody of our two sons." With a cracked voice, I said, "I tried to be the best--mom, wife, teacher--but it didn't work out! I don't understand! What did I do wrong? What's wrong with me?"

I buried my face in my hands and bawled. When I was spent, I sat back up and gasped for breath. I wiped my eyes and nose with my arms.

"It's going to be all right," Melanie said. "We'll get through this, and in the end... you'll feel like a new person."

"Really?"

She smiled. "I guarantee it. So, given what you've told me, you're a very loyal person... like a guard dog."

"I don't know about that--"

"Now, now, remember: Keep an open mind."

"I'll do my best."

"I know you will. You know, loyalty is an admirable quality, but perhaps you misplaced it. You said you wanted to be the best mother, wife, and teacher, but one of those things isn't really related to the others."

I rubbed my temples. "I suppose I got caught up in my work over the years, neglecting my family... Yes, that's what led to my marriage falling apart."

"Indeed. Well, I think we need to channel your loyalty into something positive. You need to start being loyal to yourself--to who and what you truly are and are supposed to be."

"And what is that if not a mom, wife, or teacher?"

She smiled again. "Let's find out by taking that guard-dog aspect of you and starting over. Clean slate and all. From this moment forward, you're an innocent, little puppy, one in need of nurturing and guidance. From there, you can reorient your sense of loyalty to yourself and those whom you love. Understand?"

"I think so."

"Good!"

"But how?"

Melanie walked over to her desk and took out a collar and leash. She sat on the coffee table in front of me.

"With a little hypnosis. Sit comfortably, inhale through your nose, and exhale through your mouth... Good, now..."

She held the collar in front of my eyes, and with a deft flick of her wrist began swinging it back and forth... back and forth... Slightly rubbing her thumb and index finger caused the collar to spin ever so slowly...

"Just watch the collar and listen to my voice... Block out all other distractions... It's just you, me, and the collar and leash. The collar and leash are good, the collar and leash are one, the collar and leash are whole. Repeat."

I did--a few times, actually. I didn't keep count, but I did feel the rhythmic nature of the mantra relax me... and it was getting harder for me to keep my eyes open...

Melanie lifted the collar till I was forced to crane my head up a little. Through the hole, I saw nothing but her face...

"Loyalty and love are such precious gifts, Mildred. You have much to offer, but you must first get in touch with yourself. Allow yourself to start over, free yourself of your past mistakes and failures and chart a course toward the future. Remember, you must concentrate on improving yourself, and you can only do that with my help. You will listen to me... you will learn from me... you will obey me... Repeat."

"I will listen to you... I will learn from you... I will obey you..."

She quickly and simultaneously snapped her fingers and said, "Sleep!"

I obeyed, collapsing onto the sofa. As I lied there, I felt Melanie stroke my hair and curl my pigtails around her finger. "Very good, Millie-girl. Let's begin your training. You slave for your Mistress every day. You love her bare feet in every way. You enjoy the taste of meat--especially red meat. The rarer, the better. But you hate chocolate, grapes, and onions because they're poisonous to dogs. You don't like Vicky--she's bossy, rude, mean, and doesn't like me, the person who's helping you. On the count of three, you'll wake up, relaxed, refreshed, and no longer entranced, but the suggestions will remain in your subconscious, though you won't remember them. One, two, three!"

My eyelids fluttered open, and I sat up. I stretched and yawned.

"How do you feel?" Melanie asked, sitting back in her chair.

"Really good, thanks. Wow."

She propped her bare feet on the coffee table and crossed her ankles. "All in a day's work, but it's only our first session, so we have a way to go."

I didn't catch all that. I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her soles... Her arches were white, and the flat parts pink. There were barely any wrinkles. I swallowed...

"Mildred?"

I snapped out of it. "I'm sorry, what?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I just..." I rubbed my eyes. "I think I'll turn in."

"Of course. We'll continue tomorrow."

I left and walked down the hall to my bedroom. My body felt all tingly, and--

I bumped into Vicky, who came out of the bathroom.

"Oh! Sorry, Millie. Turning in?"

"Yeah..."

Ugh, just look at her--fucking bitch.

"You okay?"

"What? Yes, just... I started my sessions with Melanie. I'm going to get a new lease on my life. Good night."

"Night. But what's with the attitude?"

I walked away, rolled my eyes, and thought,

Like you don't know, cunt.

Once I got in bed, I tried to calm down, and for some reason I only did so by thinking of Melanie's big, bare feet...

*

We pray and bow before Mistress's bare feet every Friday. According to her, Friday is our Day of Worship. We then take turns singing her praises, which means a cacophony of sounds from us pets.

And how can we deny her Worship? She made us who we are today! Our True Selves... forever faithful...

When it's my turn, I nuzzle her with my head and whimper--I'm unworthy of beholding such True Greatness--but she nuzzles me back! Images of three males enter my mind's eyes, but they quickly fade away into Nothing.

"You're a good dog, Mildred," Mistress says. "I love you."

I bark happily, my butt-plug tail shaking wildly.

"Next!"

I join the other Pets to the side of Mistress's bed. Donna grooms Susan carefully, while Molly quietly clucks to herself.

"Ever since we met all those years ago, my life has been full of love and meaning," Elaine says, on one bent knee. "You saved me from a life of drudgery, of clockwork-ness. I am free, and the teacher, for once, has rightfully become the student." She licks one of Mistress's soles and lightly kisses a big toe.

"Next!"

Vicky twirls one of her pigtails. "I, like, yuh know, invoke everything everyone else jus' said--but to! The! Max! Fur shur, Mistress, my love for you is sooooooooo un-grody! Uh, as if! You've done sooooooo much for me to make me, like, yuh know, free 'n' some junk!" She then kisses all of Mistress's toes and giggles up a storm before skipping to join the rest of us.

"And thus concludes this week's Worship Service," Mistress says. "Your praise of and loyalty to me are the only reasons why you exist. I love you all, my slaves. Recite and go with my love."

Vicky and Elaine chant the Mantra, and so do us Pets, but in our animal voices. We leave, and I lumber down the stairs to my spot before the fireplace for a nap before dinner is ready. I lose track of time, but then Elaine shakes me awake to say that dinner is ready.