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Epilogue:
Missy had been John's pet for a little over a year when John met Megan.
Megan was a teacher at the local High School, and they had met through a common acquaintance. After only dating for a couple of months John knew Megan was the girl for him. Megan had wondered why John had always avoided taking her to his house. So after much soul searching John decided he had better bring Megan home to meet his pets.
Megan was a real dog lover and took instantly to Max. Then John brought out Missy.
John had expected a reaction, and Megan did not disappoint him. The sight of a naked woman crawling around on all fours sent Megan ballistic, she jumped to her feet and was about to walk out threatening to call the police as she went.
John grabbed Megan by the arm turned her around looked deeply into her eyes and attempted to plead his case.
Megan still fumed as she allowed herself to be led back to the sofa. John finally managed to coach her to the sofa and be seated. He quickly opened a bottle of Chablis he had chilling in the refrigerator and poured them each a glass. Then he desperately tried his best to explain.
He told Megan that Missy was a former patient who had become lost in the fantasy of being a dog (of course he couldn't tell her the real story) and showed her that Missy was a pet, just like Max. He put Missy through her paces, fetching the ball rolling over, begging. Then he called Max over.
Max as usual was up for the occasion; he started licking Missy all over before focusing on her cunt. He would have started humping his mate right then and there but John didn't think Megan was quite ready for that.
Megan sat dumbfounded. “If this is a mental problem, why isn't she in a hospital getting help?”
John was prepared. “She was, but they couldn't very well treat her like a dog in the hospital. She withdrew more and more from the doctors and nurses until one day she took shelter in a corner of her room growling and snapping at anyone who approached her, and refusing to eat. She was on the verge of starvation when I convinced them to let me take her home.”
John's monotone delivery was so soothing that Megan soon started to accept his fantastic story as truth.
Now that Megan's initial reaction had been subdued John took stock of his situation. He knew that if he left Megan to her own devices she would soon see through his ruse. And if she were to actually go to the police he would be in real trouble. But then, he had already considered this; the purpose of introducing Megan to Missy was to get Megan to accept Missy one way or another and now it was clear which way that would be.
John opened a cigarette box that sat on the table next to the sofa picked up a cigarette and retrieving his Zippo from his pocket began to light up. “I'm sorry, Megan. Would you care for a cigarette? “
Megan shook her head no.
John made a show of playing with the lighter, flipping the lid open and closed. Megan finally, attracted by all the motion, noticed the lighter and the unlit cigarette. John held the lighter out to her in his open hand.
“That's an interesting emblem on your lighter, what is it?”
“It's the Military Intelligence insignia, my old Army Unit,” then he spun the flint wheel igniting the flame.
Megan watched as John made a show of moving the flaming lighter around in front of her face.
“Amazing isn't it. They made these lighters wind proof,” he continued to move the lighter rhythmically back and forth in front of her. When he saw that the flame had caught her attention he slowed down and began a monotone.
“The flame is fascinating isn't it?” Megan did not respond but continued to stare at the open flame.
“That's right Megan, look deep into the flame. It's relaxing, just sit back on the sofa, relax and look into the flame.” Megan nestled down into the sofa, and was unaware as John removed the wine glass from her hand, and she continued to stare at the Zippo's flame, fixated.
“You are relaxed now, the flame is drawing you in deeper and deeper. Your eyelids are getting heavy, and you are starting to feel sleepy. But, you must fight to keep your eyes open. Yours eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, the harder you try to keep them open the heavier they become. You find it impossible to hold your eyes open. But you must fight; use all of your strength to keep your eyes open. The flame is now drawing you closer and closer to its' center, and as it does so it will begin to envelope you. Your strength is ebbing away with each passing second; you can fight it no longer. Your eyelids are so heavy now it is taking all of your physical strength to just to hold them open a sliver. The flame surrounds you now, let go, your strength is completely exhausted. Sleep, sleep, sleep.”
Megan's head slowly rolled to one side.
“Good girl Megan, sleep, sleep, sleep, deeper, deeper, deeper and deeper. As you sleep deeper and deeper you will begin to feel lighter and lighter. You will feel like you are floating. Good girl, float Meagan, float deeper and deeper into a trance.”
“Good, very good Megan. Now I need your attention, so sit up straight.” Megan sat up straight on the sofa. “Now hold out your hand.” Megan extended her right arm. John had a syringe at the ready and now plunged it through the center of Megan's open palm. The entranced girl did not stir.
“Very good Megan. You make an excellent subject. Now I need you to listen. I think you know why I invited you over tonight, but tell me why do think I invited you to my house?”
“I believe we are growing together, I think you wanted to know more about you.”
“Yes Megan. Now Megan, tell me what happened when I introduced you to Missy.”
“I became very upset. It's not right to have a naked woman running around your house, even if she does think she is a dog.”
John retold his doctored version of how Missy had become his pet.
“Okay, now Megan you must overcome your prejudice against Missy. She is nothing but a pet and a mate for Max. From now on when you see Missy you will not see a naked women crawling around on all fours, you will see a smoky grey Weimaraner just like Max. You will treat Missy in the same way that you treat Max. Max and Missy are life mates, just as I hope that we shall be.” John repeated this mantra, “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman,” over and over again. And then it was Megan's turn.
Megan began to utter the mantra herself: “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman.”
John left Megan chanting her mantra: “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman.” He refilled his wine glass, lit up his cigarette and relaxed as Megan chanted on.
When he was satisfied that the mantra had been permanently inscribed in Megan's memory he told her stop.
“You have done very well Megan. Now tell me what happened tonight.”
“You invited me over to meet your two pets Max and Missy.”
“Yes that is right Megan, and what are Max and Missy?”
“Max and Missy are your smoky grey Weimaraners.”
“Very good Megan, now do you remember your mantra?”
“Yes, “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman.”
“Very good Megan. Now Megan you will forget the mantra until it is time for you to go to sleep at night, then it will return to you and you will silently chant it to yourself until you fall asleep, in the morning you will not remember the mantra until it is time for sleep again. Now after I snap my fingers I will say the word wake, and you will awaken from your little sleep. But you will remember nothing about tonight except meeting my two dogs and falling asleep on the sofa after having a glass of wine. Do you understand Megan?'
“I met your dogs and fell asleep after a glass of wine.”
“And what else?”
“And at night I must chant my mantra: ‘Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman,' it will help me to fall asleep.”
“Excellent,” John snapped his fingers, “Wake Megan.”
Megan's eyes slowly fluttered open. “Oh John, I'm so embarrassed. I must have fallen asleep. That doesn't usually happen to me.”
“That's alright Megan, it was only a minute or two and I caught your wine before it could spill on the sofa. You must have had a hard day at school today.”
“I'm so sorry John, I forgot about the wine. Are you sure it didn't spill?”
John merely smiled and shook his head; “Tell me now that you have met my pets what do think of them?”
Just then Max and Missy came running back into the room. They made a fuss over John then went over to Megan seeking more attention.
“John they are such wonderful dogs. They look enough alike to have come from the same litter.”
John chuckled to himself, “Well, Missy is a few years older than Max.”
Megan sat petting Max on the head and scratching Missy behind the ear, both of their heads now resting in her lap. She said: “I can't image why you worried about my meeting them. You know I love dogs, I just can't keep one in my apartment.”
John drove Megan home that night and as she climbed into bed she could hear a buzzing in her ear. She tapped the side of her head as though an insect had flown in her ear. The buzzing continued as she yawned. When her head hit the pillow the buzzing started to become clear and she could hear it softly in her ear now: “Missy is a smoky grey Weimaraner, she is not a naked woman.” The phrase softly echoed in her head until she drifted soundly off to sleep.
In less than a year John and Megan were married. But John was not satisfied. He loved to tinker, and his new wife was the object of his tinkering. It did not take long before John and Megan were expecting their first child. After the birth of their son, John Jr., John was able to “convince” Megan to give up her teaching career to be a stay at home mom. With the birth of a daughter, Danielle, two years later John decided it was time to get his wife into shape.
Megan “allowed” her husband to use hypno-therapy to work out a diet and exercise regime that she could adhere to. Within four months Megan's was as fit and trim as she had ever been in her life. The schoolmarm and maternity clothing were relegated to Good Will.
And on this particular day, this stay at home mom could be found chasing after John Jr., Danielle, Max and Missy wearing a cute little red dress of smooth, fluid silk that had just the right amount of cling to it.
Her conventional undergarments having been replaced by a sexy little satin thong with a matching bra and garter belt all in a devilish red, with black dotted mesh overlay and they all were trimmed with black velvet bows and black ruffled lace edges. The garter belt held up a pair of the sheerest and sexiest black silk stockings, which had replaced her old pantyhose. And in place of her favorite running shoes she teetered upon a pair of black paten-leather T-strap pumps with four-inch heels.
Most of Megan's friends slowly grew to accept her new appearance, but they found it difficult to understand how she managed to run after two kids and a dog (John was always careful to keep Missy out of sight from friends and neighbors) in this new choice of attire. They had no doubt that Megan was happy with her life. And needless to say John couldn't have been happier.
The End
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