Bad Dog

Christina quickly took stock of her situation as she found herself alone in the office of the man who had bewitched her. She was still completely under the influence of the demeaning commands Dr Darke had given her, at least until he returned from whatever errands he was running.

That meant she was unable to leave the room or communicate by any other method than barking. Christina soon began to figure out just how restricted she was even within the room by the dog command Dr Darke had placed on her. The only way she could move about was on her hands and knees, and that what starting to chafe her thanks to the cheap polyester carpet in the room. When stationary her other options were to sit or lie, though not in a way she would find comfortable or remotely appealing n either case. Rather than lying flat on her back as she would prefer, the best she could manage was to roll onto her side with her arms stretched flat out in front of her and her legs tucked behind. Sitting was even more undignified with her hands on the floor palm side down between her legs and her knees raised to a level not far from being in line with her chin. This was nonetheless the position she had settled on for now, as ridiculous and unladylike as she realised it was.

Christina couldn't help but dread what else the evil Dr Darke might have planned for her on his return. She tried her best to reassure herself this nightmare would have to end soon. The doctor would have to let her go eventually - people would notice she was missing and he had a business to run. Still, she wondered if he would leave any post hypnotic suggestions that would keep her under his control or **** her to return to him.

Christina had to find some way out of this. She had his office to herself for probably the best part of an hour at least. Dr Darke had commanded her not to cause any trouble, but he didn't say she couldn't have a look around. Christina crawled about the room for a while in frustration, unable to find anything that could help her or incriminate Dr Darke. It just seemed like an ordinary office and, besides, most of it were either to high for her to reach or required the motor skills of a human to operate - something she currently lacked.

There was one possibility still open to her. If it wasn't locked she could probably get into the bottom draw of his desk. She padded over to it quickly, the cool breeze within the room lapping almost pleasingly against her genitals as she moved, and placed her lips around the metal handle of the desk drawer. It tastes gross, but she didn't have time to worry about that now as she managed to pull the desk drawer wide enough open to reveal..

"Excuse me, can I help you?" A voice Christina didn't recognise called out from behind her. She turned her head quickly, not knowing yet if whoever this was might help her or take further advantage of her further.

Either way, this was going to be both humiliating and impossible even if she were still able to talk like a human.