Message-ID: <44345asstr$1063872607@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: repost22@yahoo.com (alvin772) X-Original-Message-ID: <e57881a6.0309172020.5490c1d7@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 18 Sep 2003 04:20:34 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 17 Sep 2003 21:20:33 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Adaptation: Barbara's Training Collar - 1 Date: Thu, 18 Sep 2003 04:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/44345> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw DISCLAIMER: Contains adult content. All characters, situations, and locations are purely fictional. The content may contain ideas or wording based on stories by other authors. This adaptation is intended for the enjoyment of the reader and not literary credit. May be archived, reposted, or redistributed by any means. 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... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+