Pet Project

Doug sighed and stroked Rachel’s long dark hair as she devotedly sucked his dick. He groaned as he came and she greedily gobbled up his jism. Then she sat back on her naked ass and smiled adoringly at him.

“Good girl, Rachel!” Doug praised and she quivered with delight.

“Thank you Master!” she said.

“But you better get dressed now,” he instructed. “It’s a big day!”

“But I like to wear my collar,” she complained, toying with the red leather strap around her neck which was her only attire.

“But the customers are expecting Dr. Rachel Goodman, DVM,” Doug reminded her. “Not Rachel the Good Girl. Now do as your told or you won’t get a treat.”

“Yes Master,” the veterinarian said, head bowing submissively, and she proceeded to dress.

Doug had chosen Dr. Goodman’s clinic carefully. Any veterinarian would have worked in terms of acquiring the pharmaceuticals he needed to continue his research after the institute shut down his lab and tried to have him arrested. But Dr. Goodman’s clinic had tangential advantages. First was Dr. Goodman herself, a busty brunette with a mouth that just begged for cock—now quite literally. But her clientele tended towards wealthy, attractive women with pampered pets and few responsibilities. No one would think twice if they started spending more and more time at the veterinary clinic with its adjoining canine spa. Within 2 months of working for Dr. Goodman as an assistant, under a stolen identity, Doug had perfected his formula, at least as far as the Dr. Goodman Test could assess. It was time to expand testing.

“How do I look?” Dr. Goodman asked.

The veterinarian was dressed almost the same way she had when she had hired Doug, her long dark hair tied up in a bun, her blouse and slacks professional but stylish, her white coat pristine and starched. Almost. She had not bothered with several buttons and the push up bra she now preferred when she had to be dressed brought her impressive rack front and center. Doug decided it wasn’t so much of a big change that her vapid clientele would be alarmed by it. But he did have to insist on the collar and wondered if it had been a mistake training her to love wearing it so much.

“Come, Rachel,” he called and she scampered over, then pouted as he removed the red leather from her neck. “If our appointment with Mrs. Danvers goes well, we’ll soon have you both in collars!”

“Will the treatment really make Mrs. Danvers a good girl?” the veterinarian asked.

“Well, it worked on you,” Doug pointed out.

“But I ALWAYS wanted to be your pet!” Rachel pointed out.

“Of course you did,” Doug said, petting her head then patting her ass. “Now remember to be a good girl and not say anything about the treatment to Mrs. Danvers.”

“Yes Master!” she said. “I’ll remember!”

He gently swated her nose.

“Doug when you aren’t wearing your collar, Rachel,” he reminded. “When you aren't wearing your collar I’m Doug.”

Rachel bowed her head in shame.

“Yes Doug,” she said.

“I’ll go tell Mrs. Danvers we’re ready for her pooch,” he said.