That she likes to be petted

Doug stroked Mrs. Danvers inner thigh. A conflicted look crossed her face. Doug frowned. Did the woman have more willpower than he gave her credit for.

“What’s wrong Heidi?” he asked, not removing his hand from her thigh but raising the bottle closer to her nose with the other.

“You aren’t supposed to…hand…nice smell…”

“You like my hand, don’t you Heidi?” Doug said as her eyes wobbled. “You like to be stroked. You like to be petted.”

“I like to be stroked,” Heidi agreed. “Like pets. Nice pets”

Doug grinned. Not nearly as willful as Dr. Goodman had been. Still, no reason not to use the mask.

“What’s this?” the blonde woman asked as Doug placed the strap around her head and activated the nebulizer beneath her nose.

“It’s the aromatherapy muzzle you were thinking about getting for Princess Tinkles,” Doug said. “Remember, you wanted to make sure it was comfortable before your precious puppy wore it, so I got you a human version for you to try. Is it comfortable?”

Heidi inhaled deeply to the **** mist.

“Soooooo comfeeee!” she agreed.

“Well if you like it Princess Tinkles will too,” Doug said. “After all, you’re so much like Princess Tinkles.”

“I am?” she asks.

“Yes,” Doug told her. “You both love to be stroked.”

“We love to be stroked,” she agreed and giggled.

“You both love to be petted and rubbed,” he said, stroking her curly blonde hair with one hand, her medically-enhanced left tit with the other.

“Petted and rubbed!” she exclaimed in pure bliss.

“You’ll do anything for me if I’ll pet you, won’t you Heidi?” Doug asked. “Just like Princess Tinkles. You’ll do anything for pets!”

“Anything!” she agreed. “Anything for strokies!”

Doug lowered his hand from her tit to her twat and continued to stroke, knowing that the stimulation would open her mind up even further if she responded the way Dr. Goodman had.

“And just like Princess Tinkles, Princess Heidi only gets strokies if she is a good girl,” Doug told her. “So you want to be a good girl, don’t you Princess Heidi? You want to be a good, good girl and get strokies and treats!”

“Yes!....Yes!...” she agreed, her skin glowing with arousal, inhaling so deeply at the nebulizer Doug was worried she might hyperventilate. “Good Girl! I want to be a Good Girl!”