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Subject: {ASSM} Adaptation: Barbara's Training Collar -2
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           Adaptation: Barbara's Training Collar
                Part 2 - The shopkeeper is In 

 A week had passed, Barbara was luxuriating in her bath before getting
ready for her favorite activity - shopping. She felt terrific.  For
some reason, she seemed to feel hornier than usual.  She even felt
randy enough to rub her ass several times on each cheek before
lowering herself into her bubble filled tub. She felt so worked up
that her fingers worked slowly at her pussy until she managed to 
bring herself off. She laid back again and rested for another ten
minutes while the warm water relaxed her completely.
 Barbara dressed carefully for her shopping excursion, as she always
did. Lacy lingerie and nylon stockings as undergarments. In addition
to her bra, panties and garter belt set, she donned a slinky and
matching lacy slip. Her lingerie was of a exclusive champagne color.
An expensive, well-fitted cream colored two piece dress with front
close top and a matching skirt which ended several inches above her
knees. Her shoes were high-heeled pumps in a dark brown color. They
were new and had a slightly higher heel than many of her other shoes.
 She drove to the city and parked her car on side street in the same
part of the city she had visited the week before. An hour later she
was again entering the store of shopkeeper Alden Zeniger. He was
stocking some items on a shelf in the store.
 "So nice to see you again, Mrs. Conover. It seems quiet in here, but
you are my first customer this afternoon. So, tell me what can I do
for you today?"
 "Oh Mr. Zeniger. Silly me.  I still need to pick out a dog collar.  I
was a little undecided last week.  Can I see the one you picked out
last week!"
 "Of course! Let's not waste any time then. Please come into the back
of the store.  Here, take a seat on my stool and be comfortable. I'll
look again to find just the right one."
 The thought of sitting down for a moment appealed to her and Barbara
scooted herself up and onto the stool. After the lovely woman was
seated he glanced at her and smiled warmly. Her short skirt and nice
high-heeled pumps showed an attractive length of her nylon covered
legs. In spite of his calm demeanor his blood was practically boiling
at the things he had in mind for the lovely Barbara Conover! He had 
paid well for the training collar, and now was his turn for a little
bonus and he would happily done it for more!
 "Just sit back and relax, Mrs. Bumbstead. I'm sure it feels good to
sit down for a moment after walkin in your high heels on the hard
pavement.  I'll just find that collar and be back in a minute."
 "Oh, thank you Mr. Zeniger. You make me feel so relaxed and
comfortable."
 Alden Zeniger retrieved the training collar.  He approached the
seated woman from behind and before she could react, quickly fastened
the training collar around Barbara's neck.
 "Sit, Mrs. Conover.  And pull up your skirt so I can see your legs."
Barbara protested a little, but in short order was back in a state of
control. She remained seated on the stool.  Grasping her skirt hem,
she tugged it up and above the tops of her nylons, exposing a nice
strip of pink flesh above the darker top portion of her nylons.
 "Please, Mr. Zeniger..." she pleaded, but he ignored her
protestations.
 Mr. Zeniger stood to Barbara's right. He was staring at Barbara like
a cat looking at a helpless bird. He had already started to get a mild
erection, and he hadn't even begun yet!
 "She's in a state of control," he thought to himself. "In her present
state she is very... delectable."
 "Excellent, Alden. You're a genius," he chortled to himself. "Let's
get to work on the main event..."
 "How do you feel today, Mrs. Conover?" 
 "Please, what have are you doing to me." 
 "Mrs. Conover, I want you to remember everything you did with me last
week when you were in my store. Do you remember what you did?"
 Suddenly the activites of last week burned brightly in her mind.
"Yes, Mr. Zeniger."  The lovely blonde blushed furiously and averted
her eyes.
 "Good. Today we're going to continue your training. You have some
desires that your prudishness won't let you enjoy. That's not good,
Barbara, and it's not healthy either. I'm going to help you break down
the barriers you've got so you can be happy. You want to be happy,
don't you?"
 "Please, Mr. Zeniger.  Don't make me do..." 
 "Quiet... Now I want you to do exactly as I say.  Understand?" 
 "Yes, Mr. Zeniger."  With the collar around her neck she had no
ability to resist his commands.
 Mr. Zeniger could barely stifle a snicker as he repeated lines he had
used earlier with the gullible woman as he orchestrated Barbara being
slowly led right to her demise. A demise that he himself had prepared
for her!
 "Mrs. Conover, I want you to stand up and show me your breasts. 
Remove your dress top. You know that I like to see you in your
lingerie. Your dress is blocking my view. Take it off. Take the dress
top off right now."
 He shifted on his feet in anticipation as he watched Barbara stand up
and very methodically begin removing the top to her dress.
 The lovely Barbara Conover stood up. Her face was flushed.  Moisture
formed in her eyes.  Never-the-less she did as she was ordered. She
teetered unsteadily on her high heels. She took some time to unfasten
the front buttons of her dress top. She fumbled slightly, and off came
her cream colored tailored top garment. She pulled it off over her
arms and dropped it to the floor. This left her standing in lacy
lingere top, stylishly tight cream colored skirt and high-heeled
pumps.
 She was wearing a short champagne colored slip with low cut bodice
and lacy hem which ended at mid-thigh. Beneath the skimpy garment were
here nylon stockings and dark brown high-heeled pumps.
 Mr. Zeniger sucked in his breath to retain his composure. "I'm afraid
that you will have to lower your slip as well, Barbara."
 "Yes, sir, if you say so," Barbara responded with just a note of
hesitation in her voice.
 She reached up and grabbed the straps of the alluring garment. With
some difficulty, as the skimpy slip was tight fitting, she removed her
arms from the straps and tugged the lacy garment down to her waist.
She stood as if waiting for further instructions.
 Barbara Conover stood in her lacy champagne colored bra, beneath
which her titties pointed out straight and firm. Her nipples were
pointed slightly upwards and were clearly visible through the thin
material of the bra cups. Their firmness was a tribute to her
continued exercise and a healthy diet.
 The shopkeeper continued staring at her like a greedy school boy as
he wet his lips with his tongue as his gaze lowered to Barbara's
skimpily cut champagne panties. She shifted her weight from one leg to
the other, teetering on her high heels as she did so. Apart from her
bra she was left standing in her skirt, her darker coffee brown
stockings, and her dark brown 4" heels.
 "All right, Mrs. Conover" the shopkeeper interrupted. "It's time to
begin. I want you do exactly as I say. This is all part of your
training.
 "Yes, sir. I will do as you say." 
 "That will do fine. Stand up straight, arms at your sides, heels
together."
 Knowing no different, Barbara gathered her high heels together and
placed he arms at her sides. She stood in at what could be
characterized as the position of attention before the shopkeeper. Mr.
Zeniger, for his part, took his time as he gazed at the enraptured
beauty who stood before him. The lovely Barbara Conover, make-up on,
hair combed, stood before him wearing only her lacy and alluring
champagne colored brassiere above the waist.  Her lower body was
neatly attired in cream colored skirt, coffee colored nylon stockings
which encased her shapely legs and her dark brown high heels with
heels fully four inches in height.
 When Mr. Zeniger had spent ample time examining the lovely homemaker
who stood before him in her lingerie, stockings and heels, he cleared
his throat and said, "Show me your breasts.  Take off your bra.
 "Uh ... Yes, Mr. Zeniger," Barbara replied.  Face still red and eyes
moist, she reached behind herself and unfastened her bra.  She let the
wispy garment slide down off her shoulders exposing her breasts.
 Her titties pointed out straight and firm. Her nipples were pointed
slightly upwards and were clearly erect with embarrassment. She kept
her eyes downcast as she stood displaying her own large shapely
breasts.
 "Very nice, my dear Mrs. Conover. They are nearly perfectly shaped,
firm and and your nipples are quite erect." She winced as he pulled
and twisted at them.
 Mr. Zeniger continued massaging her naked breasts.  When he had
finished with his examination, the shopkeeper smiled with
satisfaction.
 "Mrs. Conover, get dressed now." 
 "Yes, Mr. Zeniger." The blonde woman bent over and picked up her
clothes. She quickly put them back on as the shopkeeper watched her in
fascination. She hoped that her ordeal was over, but when she was
through dressing, she was told to sit down on the stool.
 "Yes, sir." Barbara sat on the stool and smoothed her skirt over her
nylon clad thighs. She placed her high heels squarely on the front 
rung of the stool.  She held her purse in her lap.
 Alden Zeniger considered the seated blonde woman as she squirmed
under his gaze.
 "Okay Mrs. Conover, stand up." 
 The fashionably dressed blonde blinked her eyes and then smiled. 
Barbara stood up as if to leave. 
 "Mrs. Conover, I would like you to demonstrate that you know how to
thank me," Mr. Zeniger said in a clinical tone of voice.  "Get down on
your knees, Barbara...Ask me for permission to suck my cock."
 Barbara stood momentarily and looked at the shopkeeper. She wanted to
move to the door, but her legs betrayed her. It was if her high heels
were suddenly set in concrete. She set her purse on the stool. Facing
directly at the shopkeeper she sank slowly to her nylon covered knees.
  "When on your knees, you are the bitch, Barbie.  Say it!"
 Any resistance in her faded. She lowered her gaze as if to avoid his
eyes.  Again her face was flushed with humiliation.
 "I am the b-bitch, Barbie."
 "Heel, Barbie."  Barbara shuffled on her hands and knees until she
was at his side.  She followed him like a bitch with her master as he
walked from the store area and into to storeroom.  He closed the door
as Barbara remained on her nylon covered knees.
 "Do as you were told, Barbie."
 Alden Zeniger once again flipped the switch that would turn the
hidden video camera on. He wanted this all recorded for his own use.
 "Mr. Zeniger, I want to thank you. You deserve a special thanks for
helping me with my ...my training. I...I want to suck...suck you," she
said with her head bowed to hide the red shade of embarrassment which
flooded her cheeks.
 "Very good, Barbara," Mr. Zeniger replied. "Since you want to thank
me you will please me by doing exactly as I say...understand?"
 "Yes, sir, I will do exactly as you say." 
 "Remain on your knees, Barbara. Take off your dress. Look at me as
you undress. Take off your slip too. When you have stripped to your
lingerie, stockings and heels put your arms behind your back. Then ask
me for permission to suck my cock!" Mr. Zeniger was in full rut and
was intent on reaping the full enjoyment for his efforts.
 For the second time in less than an hour Barbara Conover undressed
for the devious shopkeeper. This time she was kneeling on her nylon
covered knees. Summoning her resolve Barbara raised up on her knees.
She raised her face and received the lustful eyeing of Mr. Zeniger as
she undid the buttons of her dress top. Buttons undone, she pulled the
garment down her arms and removed it. She was revealed in the lacy
confines of her slip. In her kneeling position it fell away at the top
and a wide expanse of the top mounds of her shapely breasts were
clearly visible.
 Removing her dress skirt proved more difficult as it was clear that
she was to remain on her knees. She undid the back clasp and then
slowly worked the garment up her body and finally off over her head.
This action mussed her blonde hair slightly.
 Likewise she had to remove her skimpy slip over her head. Mr. Zeniger
smiled greedily as he watched the lovely woman struggle before him,
lingerie clad and on her stocking covered knees.
 Dress and slip removed, Barbara Conover now knelt in front of Mr.
Zeniger dressed in champagne colored lacy lingerie ensemble consisting
of bra, panties and garter belt. In her kneeling position, the darker
top bands of her nylon stockings amplified her shapely nylon covered
thighs. Behind her the shopkeeper could see her nylon covered calves
and ankles above her dark brown high-heeled pumps.
 Barbara looked up questioningly at Mr. Zeniger as if uncertain of
what to do next.
 "Barbara, you were told to put your arms behind you back. You were
also told to say something. Remember, Barbara," Mr. Zeniger prodded
her in a tone of voice which indicated no margin for error. "For your
forgetfulness, you can address me as 'Sir'."
 Barbara Conover, clad only in lingerie, nylon stockings and high
heels took as deep a breath as she could in her kneeling position. She
moved her bare arms so that they were positioned behind her back. She
clasped her hands together as if to demonstrate her compliance with
the shopkeeper's directive. Then, cheeks burning red with humiliation,
she averted her eyes and said, "I...Sir,..Mr. Zeniger, Sir...I want to
suck...I want to suck your cock." With a burst of emotion she got the
words out. She hung her head in shame.
 Mr. Zeniger moved to the chair in which Barbara had been seated
earlier in the afternoon. "Come here, Barbie. Come here on your
knees."
 Cheeks still burning with humiliation, Barbara Conover crawled across
the wooden floor on her nylon covered knees. She did not dare to move
her arms from their position behind her back. Her tits swung lazily in
the skimpy confines of her brassiere.
 As he watched the lovely woman crawling toward him and wearing only
lingerie, nylon stockings and high-heeled pumps, he thought briefly to
himself. Barbara Conover made an excellent doggie bitch. Maybe on her
next visit he would engage her in a session again in which she crawled
around in her lingerie, stockings and heels while he had her on a
leash attached to a dog collar around her neck. He might even have her
eat a meal from a special doggie bowl.  This thought made his prick
only grow harder.
 When she finished crawling to him, Barbara positioned herself
kneeling in front of Mr. Zeniger. He smiled at Barbara Conover and
unzipped his pants. He then reached inside and took out his cock and
held it up to her ripe full lips. Barbara's eyes bugged out of her
head. She shook her head and clamped her lips together. She knew what
he wanted and was momentarily determined not to give in.
 The shopkeeper sighed and got a stern, angry look on his face. With
his left hand he took hold of her chin and gently but firmly pulled
her as upright on her knees as her height would allow. This presented
her brassiere encased breasts to him. The shopkeeper saw that Barbara,
with tears of humiliation filling her beautiful blue eyes, had opened
her mouth in a wide oval. The shopkeeper let her settle back into her
nylon covered knees but he kept her head up with a firm grip on her
chin. He then took hold of his erect cock and once more presented it
to her mouth.
 All of Barbara's senses were at their peak. Her tear filled eyes
watched his cock as it moved towards her. It looked long and thick. It
was dark in color, all except the head which was a deep red. The
opening at the end of his penis looked like a mouth that was open. Now
she could smell it. It had a musky odor. The smell was strong and
heady. Her nose wrinkled in recoil to the power of his man smell.
 Now he was at her lips. The shopkeeper pressed his warm cock against
her lush lips. Slowly, Barbara opened her mouth wider to accommodate
his size. The shopkeeper's penis went inside. Barbara Conover's lips
stretched around his manhood. She wasn't sure if he'd fit. Her teeth
scrapped against his flesh. She didn't know what to do with her
tongue. She kept it flat against the floor of her mouth, but when the
shopkeeper pushed his cock in further and touched the back of her
throat, her tongue automatically came up and pressed itself against
him. She discovered that his dick had a tangy taste which made her
salivate and swallow. When she did, her mouth, which was now full of
his cock, compressed around him, squeezing him.
 The shopkeeper was in heaven. He left his cock fully in her mouth for
awhile so she could get used to it. He also wanted to admire the sight
of his prick inside the mouth of the lovely housewife. His lust only
built as his mind raced. Here she was, the lovely Barbara Conover, 
dressed in bra, panties, garter belt, hosiery and high heels. On her
knees in front of him sucking him off as if she was a common brothel
whore.
 After a few more moments, the shopkeeper pulled back with his hips.
Barbara thought he was through. However, when his cockhead reached her
teeth he pushed himself back in again. He set up a rhythm of moving
his cock in and out of her mouth.
 Barbara nearly choked at first on her own spit as she tried to keep
up. In time though she began to get the rhythm and all went smoothly.
She realized that in order to keep from choking she would have to
swallow her spit as it formed. This was best accomplished when he was
withdrawing his dick. She made a sucking motion when he pulled back
and swallowed just before he pushed back in. Her mouth made more
saliva when he pushed back in. Thus the cycle kept repeating itself.
 The shopkeeper was delighted that Barbara had taught herself how to
suck him off. He fucked her face for a long while. Her jaw began to
ache from the stretching it was getting. She was thoroughly humiliated
and just wished it would end soon.
 All too soon to suit him the shopkeeper felt a stirring in his balls
and knew that it wouldn't be long. He quickened his pace. Barbara
struggled to keep up. Her efforts only inflamed his lust more. He
groaned and gave a hard thrust and pressed her face hard into his
crotch. Then with a cry of animal passion he came into her mouth.
 Barbara nearly gagged as his stream of gism flooded her mouth and
throat. In huge gulps, she began to swallow his hot sticky cum. After
a few moments the stream of cum stopped and his cock began to deflate.
Barbara continued to move her tongue around, trying to clean the last
of his sperm from her mouth.
 The shopkeeper left his dick in her mouth and let her clean it as
well. Finally he pulled it out and stepped back. He looked down at the
lovely Barbara Conover, her body glistening with sweat from her
exertions, her head hung in defeat and shame. On her knees and dressed
only in bra, panties, garter belt, nylon stocking and high-heeled
shoes she looked magnificent. He smiled and left the room.
 Time passed slowly for Barbara. She reflected on what happened to
her. She was amazed at the depth to which she had sunk. To actually
take the penis of the shopkeeper into her mouth. The cruel hardness of
it sank in. What had possessed her?
 The sharp smell of him. She had felt the shopkeeper becoming more and
more aroused as she sucked on his shaft She could have resisted more,
but for some reason she didn't. She got caught up in what was
happening, and when he shot his semen into her mouth, she...she
actually enjoy.....No! she screamed mentally. She had to swallow or
choke on his vile fluid........ but did she have to clean off
his....his cock so thoroughly? To lick it almost....... lovingly?
 It was just too much for her. She sank momentarily into a deep pit of
humiliation and anguish. Alone with her troubling thoughts.
 Mr. Zeniger reminded the lovely woman that she was to remember
nothing of what happened until he would have her recall it at some
later time. She would remember nothing out of the ordinary.
 In a short time, however, Barbara regained her senses, stood up and
put on her two piece dress. It was if all was normal. Mr. Zeniger was
seated comfortably on the stool on one side of the store. He watched
her carefully as she dressed and then sat in a chair and reaching into
her purse produced the necessary materials to repair her make-up and
comb her hair.
 Satisfied that her appearance was satisfactory, Barbara said simply,
"Good bye, Mr. Zeniger, thank you."
 "It was my pleasure, Barbara. I will look forward to seeing you
again."
 Barbara stood momentarily, shook hands, and left the store. Once
again shopkeeper Zeniger gazed lustfully at her retreating backside
and legs. He licked his lips and wondered what fantasy he would like
the next time he saw her...
   
 Barbara walked through the main store area, opened the door and let
herself out as if all was normal. She did, however, again notice that
strange soreness in the muscles of her jaw.

 Part 3 - The Inspection
 The lovely blonde returned for her weekly ordeal...
 The shopkeeper continued staring at her like a greedy school boy as
he wet his lips with his tongue as his gaze lowered to Barbara's
skimpily cut lacy black panties. She shifted her weight from one leg
to the other, teetering on her high heels as she did so. Apart from
her lacy black bra and panties she was left standing with only her
matching garter belt, her darker coffee brown stockings, and her black
leather 4" heels. Her dark pussy thatch was adequately exposed through
the material of her panties to her enraptured viewer.
 "All right Barbara" the shopkeeper interrupted. "It's time to begin.
I want you do exactly as I say. This is all part of your training.
 "Yes, sir. I will do as you say." 
 "That will do fine. Stand up straight, arms at your sides, heels
together."
 Knowing no way to resist, Barbara gathered her high heels together
and placed he arms at her sides. She stood in at what could be
characterized as the position of attention before the shopkeeper. Mr.
Zeniger, for his part, took his time as he gazed at the enraptured
beauty who stood before him. The lovely Barbara Conover, make-up on,
hair coiffured, stood before him wearing her lacy and alluring lacy
black ensemble of brassiere, garter belt and panties. Her garters were
clipped to the darker top band of her coffee colored nylon stockings
which encased her shapely legs and stood above her black high heels
with heels fully four inches in height.
 When Mr. Zeniger had spent ample time examining the lovely homemaker
who stood before him in her lingerie, stockings and heels, he cleared
his throat and said, "Barbara, I now want to examine you like the
bitch you will be trained to become. Turn around with your back facing
me. That's right. Now bend over at the waist and then drop to your
knees. I need to see if your sedentary work life has contributed to a
lessening of the muscle tone in your legs."
 Barbara bent over and then dropped to her nylon covered knees with
ease. This brought her slightly plump ass directly into prominence.
The black garters framed it beautifully and the skin was flawless and
tight. There were no tan lines. Mr. Zeniger moaned softly and a small
shudder ran through him as he sat there gazing at this offering. Even
he noticed his shudder and he chuckled as he shook his head slightly
in amusement.
 "Raise your high heels off the floor," he said as a sadistic streak
crept through him.
 Even though she was a bit confused, Barbara did not speak. Tilting
forward on her nylon covered knees, she raised first one and then the
other of her black high-heeled pumps off the wooden floor. She had to
place her hands on the floor in front of her in order to maintain her
balance.
 "Spread your legs a little more Barbara... A little more... just a
little more. That's good!" She was unsteady on her slippery nylon
covered knees with her legs spread so and her feet raised. He could
now see the outline of her pussy lips in the vee of her panty crotch.
Oh, how he wanted to touch her there! To have her! She was really
beautiful. He sat and stared at her for a full minute as she held the
pose.
 "Thank you, Barbara. Everything looks... ah... fine to me. You have
excellent muscle tone and a beautiful bottom, Barbara. Do you like
showing it to me like this?"
 "It's very embarrassing, sir." 
 "As well it should be, dear. It's okay now because I'm your trainer
and I'm examining you, but it would be terribly embarrassing to you to
let anyone else see your bottom. As a matter of fact, you might be
well advised to avoid such things, except, of course, as is necessary
in the course of my training sessions ..."
 "Uh ... Yes, Mr. Zeniger," Barbara replied, not entirely sure of what
she was agreeing."
 Finished with his examination, the shopkeeper ordered Barbara to her
feet.
 "Yes, sir," came the familiar reply. 
 "Mrs. Conover, get dressed now." 
 "Yes, Mr. Zeniger." The blonde woman bent over and picked up her
clothes. She calmly put them back on as the shopkeeper watched her in
fascination. She hoped that her ordeal was over, but when she was
through dressing, she was told to sit down in the chair.
 "Yes, sir." Barbara sat in the chair and smoothed her skirt over her
nylon clad thighs. She placed her high heels squarely on the wooden
floor in front of her.
 "Okay Barbara, snack time." 
 The fashionably dressed blonde blinked her eyes and then wiped away a
tear. Barbara stood up as if to leave. Instead, she again lowered
herself to her hands and knees.  With a slight sniffle, she lowered
her head and began to eat from the dog bowl which sat on the floor in
front of her.  'Barbie' was spelled out in block letters around the
outside!

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