Amy Finds Some Toys

Amy crawled out of the kitchen, and looked around her new home with great curiosity. Her first thought was to look for some kind of means of contacting the doctor. She crawled around the first floor of the mansion. There was the kitchen, a library, a living room with a beautiful fireplace, two dining rooms, a guest bedroom, a home gym, and a portrait gallery.

The gallery had paintings of her owner and other nude women. Amy deduced that these must have been old pets. Under each portrait was a small plaque that detailed who the pets were, and who bought them. So that was this man's plan, he was gonna train her and then sell her off. Amy got a small shiver just thinking of it, but she also felt a little wet at the idea.

There was nothing on the first floor that she could use to contact the doctor, so she climbed up the stairs to the second.

She nearly got lost exploring the house, but she found her owner's bedroom. He had a large king size bed and next to it was a small dog bed. So this was where she was going to sleep. She crawled over to it to investigate. She felt compelled to give it a sniff. It had recently been clean. She crawled onto the dog-bed. It was very comfortable. She shook her head. What was she doing?

She tried to focus on the task at hand. She was about to leave the room when something caught her eye. There was a small wicker basket, and when she looked into she found a bunch of dog toys! The implants were at work once again. There was growing desire for her to stick her head into the basket, grab one of the toys, and play with it. "You are human. You are human. You are human." She kept telling herself.

It took incredible will power for he to turn away from the toys. She continued exploring the house. She found her owner in some kind of home office. He was working on a strange futuristic computer. 'Bingo! This could be how I can get ahold of the Doctor!' She thought to herself.

Just then her owner looked over at her. "Hey girl! Did you enjoy your meal? I bet you did." He was speaking to her in that baby-talk voice that people put on when they talk to dogs. "I'm sorry but you are not allowed in her." He told her as went over to close the door. Amy instinctively backed away. "That's it. Good girl."
Those two words. Good girl. Amy knew she should have felt angry or ashamed, but instead it made her feel excited. She felt a small bit of pride at being a good girl. This very reaction made her feel humiliated again.

He closed the door on her. Without the ability to stand up, there was no way to open the door. She eagerly walked back to the bedroom. She could contact the Doctor some other time, she justified to herself. Might as well kill time. She went straight to the toys. She pulled out a small squeaky chew toy. She chewed it a few times, and with each squeak she felt more and more giddy. Her bare ass shook back and fourth with excitement. There was something so fun about the chew toy, Amy couldn't explain. At one point she shook her head, and tossed the toy across the room. Then she raced after it and picked it up. She was having so much fun she didn't realize that hours were passing.

"Well well." Her owner had just walked into the room. Amy snapped back to reality chew toy hanging from her mouth. There was a full length mirror in the room, and she looked over and saw herself, naked except for a collar, dog toy hanging off the side of her mouth. She dropped the toy and leaned back doing what little she could to cover herself.

"I'm a human not a pet." She said mostly to herself. Her owner laughed.

"Sure you are. Now it's time for bed girl." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the dog bed. Amy nodded. There was no fighting him, not right now. She crawled over to the bed, curled up, and drifted off to sleep. "Good girl. Get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow."