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Subject: {ASSM} Adaptation:  Barbara's Training Collar - 1
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               Adaptation:  Barbara's Training Collar
                     Part 1 - Collared

 Barbara Conover sat in the back of the taxi. She was wearing an
attractive outfit consisting of a navy blue two piece dress with top
and matching skirt, and dark navy blue high-heeled pumps. Her legs
were covered by nylon stockings of a medium dark brown shade. They
were held in place by a white garter belt which was part of her
matching lingerie set of panties and lacy brassiere she wore beneath
her dress.
 The attractive blonde bounced on the seat as the taxi darted through
the city traffic. Her high heels were awkward on the hard floor of the
cab as it moved hurriedly towards its destination. Her hands held her
purse in the lap of her skirt which had ridden up high on her nylon
covered thighs. She noticed that the driver seemed to spend as much
time with his eyes in the rear view mirror as he did looking where he
was going.  She tugged on her short skirt in an effort to maintain a
sense of modesty.
 When the cab pulled into the curb, she slid over, stepped up and
exited out the door and onto the curb. The driver kept his eyes glued
to her well exposed, nylon covered legs. He smiled knowingly as she
paid the fare.  The shapely blonde did not know whether to be
flattered or annoyed.  She shrugged it off. A day of shopping in the
city.  What could be better?
 Barbara walked and window shopped.  On a side street, she found
herself looking in a display window at a selection of pet supplies.  A
sign above the window said 'Zeniger's Hardware & Pet Supplies'.  She
thought to herself, "Amber needs a new collar.  The one she has is
about to fall apart from age".
 She entered the door directly in front of her. The shop was in a
well-preserved brownstone building located in an older part of the
city which had become a fashionable place to shop.  Barbara's heels
clicked on the wooden floor and a little bell tinkled from the top of
the door frame as she entered the store.
 "Good afternoon, Ma'am." A short, bespectacled man spoke from behind
the counter.  "How can I help you?"  He looked through his spectacles
at the attractively dressed woman who stood looking around undecidedly
in front him.
 "Oh, good afternoon.  I'm looking for a new dog collar."
 "Yes...," the small man smiled quizzically.
 For our dog...Amber, I mean.  The one she has now is about worn out."
 "Of course, Mrs....," he said noticing the rings on her finger.
 "Mrs. Conover.  Barbara Conover."
 "I'm Mr. Zeniger.  Alden Zeniger.  Been in the business for thirty
years."  The two exchanged polite smiles as he shook her hand.
 "Alright, Mrs. Conover, what size and type of collar do you have in
mind?"  He led Barbara deeper into the crowded store and pointed to a
display with a confusing array of straps and collars.  "A collar is a
very personal choice...if you're a dog, I mean.  Ha ha, a little
joke."
 Barbara smiled at his intended humor.  "Amber is a small dog.  Now
she has a nice dark leather collar.  About so wide..."  She indicated
a width of something over an inch.
 Alden Zeniger retreated momentarily back to the counter and returned
carrying a collar made of leather.  It had some small metallic objects
fastened to the outside surface. He turned the collar to show Barbara
that the leather was backed with a synthetic material on the inside.
 "Very comfortable, this collar...doesn't rub like leather, yet looks
the same on the outside.  Here, feel it."
 Barbara set her purse down and took the collar and rubbed the inside
with her fingers.  It was soft.  "Hmmm...I'm not sure that I like the
metal things, but it is surprisingly soft," she said with a note of
indecision in her voice.
 "No, here, my good woman.  Put yourself in the place of your, er,
Amber, isn't it. Feel it on the tender skin of your neck."  He took
the collar from her hand. The surprised Barbara did not have time
react as he moved behind her and placed the collar around her neck. 
It was soft.  Before she knew what had happened, the collar was
securely fastened around her neck.
 "What have you done to me?" Barbara said huffily as she reached up to
feel to collar around her neck.  Mr. Zeniger only smiled at her.
 "Come here, look at yourself in the mirror."  He motioned to a 
mirror mounted on the wall.  Barbara started to protest but found
herself doing as Mr. Zeniger asked.  She walked to the mirror and
looked at herself...an attractive and fashionably dressed blonde
haired woman with a studded leather dog collar fastened securely
around her neck.
 She tried to undo the clasp and unfasten the collar.  "Hands at your
side, Mrs. Conover."  Her hands moved slowly down away from the collar
to rest at her sides.
 "You will find that this particular collar has some very interesting
effects on its wearer.  It was invented as a sort of training collar. 
I have found other uses for it, however.  But enough, the effect is
that while you are wearing the collar you will do as I tell you."
 Barbara recoiled in horror, but she stood seemingly frozen in place
on her high heels, arms at her sides.
 "Acknowledge for me, Mrs. Conover, you will do as I say!"
 "I will do...do as you say."
 "You will address me as 'sir' when you are allowed to speak."
 "I will address you as 'sir'
 "And Mrs. Conover what do you see in the mirror?  Answer me!"
 Barbara looked at herself in the mirror.  She stood neatly dressed in
her navy dress, stockings and high heels.  With her chin raised high,
the dark leather collar stood out around her neck.  Her face beamed a
bright red as she took in the sight.
 "I, er, sir, I see a woman wearing a dog collar around her neck..."
 "Well, well, if the woman is wearing a dog collar, there must be a
reason..."  He delighted in watching the lovely woman fidget under his
probing.
 "Reason, sir?"
 "She must be in need of training, deserve to be treated like, dare I
say accorded, the status of a dog...a bitch to be exact!"
 Barbara's mouth dropped open in a mixture of horror and disgust.
 "Now, Mrs. Conover, I am afraid that your dress is all wrong...let's
get started.  Take off your dress."

 Barbara's face turned a deeper red.  She fought for some indication
of resistance. "Please, no...I'll do as you say, Mr. Zeniger...sir."
 Alden Zeniger moved to the store door, locked it and turned over a
sign which read, 'Closed.  Back in a While'.  This done he returned to
stand near the lovely blonde woman.
 "Very well, Mrs. Conover, proceed."  
 Barbara glanced around once in nervous expectation, then undid her
skirt. It slid down her nylon encased legs and fell to the floor. She
neatly picked it up and laid it on the counter. Alden Zeniger had to
suppress a smile when he saw the white garter belt and nylon stockings
with darker top bands on Barbara Conover's shapely thighs. Like many
of the men in his profession, he was usually surrounded by drab
customers. Today he would enjoy his solo session the with newly
obedient blonde homemaker . He smiled and noted that Barbara Conover
exuded a certain air of culture, even in her semi-undress.
 Barbara began to tremble as she looked around nervously then
straightened her white panties around her slender hips. Her hands
shook so bad that she had trouble adjusting them.  Barbara now stood
nude from the waist down except for her panties and gartered nylon
stockings. The darker top bands contrasted nicely with the smooth
flesh of her shapely and athletically trim thighs.
 She reached both hands around to the back of her dress top. She undid
the buttons and then slipped of the top.  This action exposed her
well-proportioned breasts confined in the lacy cups of her brassiere. 
Dressed now only in her lingerie, nylons and high heels, she endured
the lecherous examination of the bespectacled Mr. Zeniger.
 "Loosen your bra a little, my dear."
 Barbara fumbled with the bra fasteners and loosened them as directed.
   She felt a tug and her bra fell down and away from her breasts. She
had loosened shoulder straps. Now her bra dangled loosely from its
shoulder straps and her breasts sagged slightly.
 "Now it's time for you to learn your place, Barbara...Mrs. Conover is
too formal for your new status. A little 'bitch' training is in order.
 Down, Barbara!  On your hands and knees."
 Barbara gulped. She had tears welling in her eyes as she shakily got
down on the floor on all fours. The wooden surface of the floor was
hard, and her nylon covered knees felt the painful contact with the
hard surface underneath them. Alden reached down and gave Barbara a
slap on the ass that made her jump.
 Alden opened a cabinet and fished around inside and pulled out what
looked like a long leash.  He stared at it in stimulated anticipation.
 Barbara, in turn, looked at the leash with horror in her eyes.
 Alden grasped the collar around the lovely woman's neck and clipped
the leash onto it. It was a leather leash with the little loop at one
end to hold on to.  The brown leather matched the collar around her
neck.
 "Let's go, bitch," he said out loud. The thought of having the lovely
Barbara Conover on her hands and knees, dressed in lingerie, nylons
and high heels stimulated him sexually.  He grasped the waistband of
Barbara's skimpy panties and lowered them down her nylon covered legs
to rest just above her knees.
 Alden tugged on the leash for effect, and Barbara began slowly
crawling on all fours across the floor towards the door to an
adjoining room. Barbara's ample white ass was high in the air. As she
crawled her cunt lips and little wisps of blonde hair were visible
between her legs.
 "You are an upstanding housewife right fine from easy street, no
doubt. But now you are going to get your ass whipped, the way you
should have had it whipped a long time ago." Barbara's mind raced with
ideas of her fate at the hands of the domineering little man.
 "Wow! If her friends could see this," thought Alden. He giggled to
himself and again slapped Barbara's ass. Mischievously he kicked her
legs wider apart and his giggles turned to squeals as Barbara's cunt
became fully visible below her now slightly pink cheeks.
 "Get moving, he said. Or I'll swat your ass!"  He slapped his palm
across one of her ass cheeks.
 "Yes, sir."
 Barbara Conover crawled just fast enough to satisfy Alden as his eyes
were kept fastened on the lovely blonde's now throbbing pussy as she
continued her crawl of shamed self-arousal around the room.
 "What's the matter, bitch? Did that swat on the ass bother you?"
Alden taunted herself as she sobbed and continued crawling.
 "How-how can I do this!" she sobbed. "I've never been more ashamed in
my entire life! N-never!"
 Barbara found herself emotionally trapped between the shame of what
she was doing and the knowledge that she could seemingly not deny the
commands which were issued to her.  Was she deriving some sense of
sexual excitement from this as well? Confused, she began shaking so
badly that she stopped. She lowered her face into her hands and cried.
She turned to face behind herself and Alden gave her two hard slaps on
her upturned ass.
 "Get up!" he ordered.  
 Barbara got back up on her hands and knees. She teetered nervously on
her high heels. Her arms were trembling.
 "Heel, bitch."
 She used the back of her right hand to wipe the tears out of her eyes
then resumed crawling towards the door. She kept her head just even 
with Alden Zeniger's legs and adjusted her pace to his. She continued
crawling with the leash dragging on her back, taunting her the whole
way.
 Finally she reached the door. Alden reached out and opened the door
to the adjoining room. Barbara crawled through the entryway. There was
no choice. As soon as she entered the room she heard the lock close
securely behind her.
 She was extremely nervous. She knew that what she was doing was very
dangerous, but she couldn't seem to help herself. It was like some
hidden nightmare coming true. She was putting herself in the hands of
someone and something unknown and she had no control over what would
be done with her!
 "Keep moving. Don't you look up unless I tell you!"  
 Barbara turned to the right from the entry and entered a large room.
It was a cluttered storeroom. There was a desk, an old stuffed couch
and some chairs that looked like they'd been purchased long ago.
 As she crawled, Barbara's panties slid down her nylon covered legs to
her ankles.  Alden reached down and pulled them over her high-heeled
pumps and fully removed them from the humiliated and tethered blonde.
 "Why have you got that bra on? Get it off. Let's see what you've got
up front."
 Barbara fumbled with the expensive brassiere and unfastened the back
clasp. Barbara lifted her arms and the bra was pulled off from her
breasts, her hands fluffing her short blonde hair in the process. The
action caused her bra to fall to the floor. Now for the first time
Barbara was completely nude above the waist. She was wearing only her
garter belt, gauzy nylon stockings and high-heeled pumps. She had
Goosebumps on her upper arms and she was shivering. Not from cold, but
from the shame she was feeling, and the excitement.
 Alden momentarily unclipped the leash from Barbara's dog collar. He
then took the end of the leash and looped it securely around a towel
rack on the side of a large, heavy work bench. This done, he
refastened the leash to her dog collar. Barbara was now tethered in
place by her leash on her knees in front of the imperious little man.
 "Sit up for me, Barbara."  Instinctively Barbara knelt up on her
knees, her legs and high heels straight out behind her.
 "Rub your breasts for me, Barbara."
 Barbara lifted her body up so she was kneeling upright with her ass
resting on her nylon encased heels above her pumps. She kept her eyes
downcast as she began grabbing at her own large shapely breasts. They
were perfectly shaped, firm and her nipples were quite erect. She
winced as she pulled and twisted at them.
 Barbara began massaging her naked breasts as she knelt in her
lingerie, stockings and heels.
 "Rub your pussy, Barbara. Make it shiny and wet. Make it nice and
warm down there."
 With her head bowed, Barbara placed her right hand on her open pussy.
Kneeling in her lingerie, stockings and heels and tethered like a
tamed bitch, she performed the most intimate act of masturbating in
front of the litte man as well as the adjacent mirror. In spite of her
humiliation she was as hot as a pistol. Or was because of her
humiliation she was so hot?  She began moaning and rubbing faster and
faster. Her hips began to hump and her middle finger became a blur as
it rubbed across her swollen clit. She didn't know that behind the
mirror a camcorder was recording the entire scene.
 Faster and faster she rubbed until she finally got herself right at
the edge. She stayed there for a minute, her hips convulsing, her
whole body was shivering and she was moaning with her eyes closed. She
suddenly let out a yelp and her hips began moving back and forth again
as she squeezed off her orgasm. Her cunt leaked cum all over her hand.
 "Now it's my turn, me dear.  Use your mouth on my cock.  You will
find the taste of you favorite doggy treat."
 Alden Zeniger lowered his zipper and exposed his semi-erect penis.
Without resisting she put her hand out and pulled his cock to her
mouth and started licking it. "Oohhh....noo" she moaned as she tasted
the saltiness of his pre-cum. But, she had to do as she was told! She
kept rubbing her lips up and down his shaft to get every bit of liquid
she could. She licked his dick as well while rubbing herself with her
hand. Alden smiled as he remembered that all of it was being recorded
on the camcorder.  He couldn't believe what the lovely Barbara Conover
had suddenly become! She was almost wild. Her tongue was flicking back
and forth across her lips and she engulfed his cock to the hilt.
 "Nooo, please! PLEASE!" she croaked as she prodded herself. 
 "Enough for now," Mr. Zeniger pulled away.  "I have some other
ideas."
 Finished and exhausted, Barbara slumped to the floor and let her
emotions calm. Alden made her kneel once again on her hands and nylon
covered knees. He unfastened one of her wrist bracelets and refastened
it on her ankle. Similarly he took Barbara's second wrist bracelet and
then refastened it around one ankle and under the other ankle bracelet
so that her nylon covered legs were fastened together as she knelt.
She bent over on her arms and placed them straight down so her elbows
were on the floor.
 This had the effect of making Barbara Conover kneel like a postulant
on her knees and elbows, clad only in garter belt, nylons and high
heels. The position bowing her body slightly upward, and her legs were
tight together at the ankles. She was helpless to move.
 Kneeling like and obedient doggie bitch tethered by collar and leash,
ankles fastened together by her own jewelry, Barbara Conover waited.
Her nylon covered knees ached in painful contact with the hard floor.
Still she waited and, eyes closed, in full knowledge that she was
waiting for a stern master to discipline her for her misbehavior.
 In time Barbara opened her eyes. She raised up on her knees. Alden,
her new master, reached behind her and ran his right hand over the
near naked blonde woman's smooth ass. He cupped each of the buns and
pinched them. He lifted her hand in the air and brought his palm down
sharply, spanking the humbled hostess.
 "Owww!" Barbara wailed. 
 Again Alden slapped her own helpless ass.  
 "Owwwwwwww!" 
 Barbara moaned as Alden Zeniger began spanking her in earnest.
Slapping those full, ripe ass cheeks that hung there at her mercy
above the darker top bands of Barbara's nylon stockings. Alden was
rewarded each time by a wail from the lovely blonde's lips. After
about thirty swats the stimulated man stopped and cupped his
obedient's pink buns lightly with both hands.
 "That ought to do for now...." 
 With that, Alden Zeniger lowered his trousers to expose his now erect
penis.  "Time for a little doggie style, Mrs. Conover," he chuckled. 
With that he mounted the kneeling woman from the rear and rammed his
penis into her juicy pussy hole.  He screwed her furiously.  In an
inspiration  born of the rut he was in, he make the lovely blonde bark
for him like a doggie bitch as he screwed her.  Then, with a grunt he
exploded inside her.
 Finished, a dazed Barbara Conover knelt alone in the storekeeper's
backroom. After a period, Mr. Zeniger freed her ankles and walked her
back into the main store area. There she found her clothes and purse.
Barbara dressed quickly and took time to fix her make-up in the mirror
on the wall.
 "What happened?" she asked herself. "What have I done?" Apart from
her still burning ass cheeks she had not actually been harmed. Yet,
she had actually followed the storekeeper's commands and done as he
had ordered. Her pussy was positively warm with excitement.

 As she stood again fully dressed under the watchful gaze of Alden
Zeniger, he grasped the clasp of the collar.  "One of the features of
the collar is that it can 'adjust' you memory as needed...You will
remember nothing of what happened here.  Understand Mrs. Conover?
 "I will remember nothing."
 "You will return again here, next week."
 "I will return next week."
 She exited the building in the dim twilight and hailed a cab. Looking
around to see that she was as careful as possible, she sat forward on
the seat. Her cheeks turned hot. Slowly she pulled up her dress skirt
up over her nylon clad thighs. Why was she so hot? Her hand found the
nylon crotch of her panties...

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