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Glad you are continuing the story and keeping it very entertaining.

Thanks for the encouragement. I’m hoping to get some more writing done next week.

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She’s the kind of girl who climbed the ladder of success wrong by wrong. – Mae West

More Therapy - Chapter 12

“Sophie! Heel!” Dr. Crowe commanded for at least the 100th time. That and, “Sophie, stop.” Or “Sophie, walk.”

We had been walking for at least an hour. Twelve blocks doesn’t sound like that far on paper, but in reality, each block was over a quarter of a mile, so by the time we got stopped walking, we had traveled close to 4 miles. Dr. Crowe kept a quick pace. Sophie loved to run, but only for short distances.

The entire ordeal was a fight between Dr. Crowe wanting to keep a brisk pace, faster than I or Sophie normally walked, and Sophie deciding that she could just run the entire distance, with Dr. Crowe yanking on our collar and giving Sophie a firm swat across my bottom while yelling to ‘heel’.

The building we eventually stopped at had a sign than indicated it was part of the Cal State University system, though we were nowhere near campus. Dr. Crowe pressed a buzzer on the door and after several minutes a young man, probably in his early 20’s, wearing a lab coat answered the door.

He glanced at Dr. Crowe before noticing me standing there. When he did his eyes bulged a bit before he regained composure. He turned back to Dr. Crowe and asked, “May I help you?” without bothering to introduce himself.

For some reason, this place made Sophie nervous. I could feel her anxiety. I’m sure that if Dr. Crowe wasn’t holding onto her leash, Sophie would have run away.

“I’m here to see Dr. Howard.” Dr. Crowe said patiently.

“One moment.” The man said before closing the door and disappearing inside. After several minutes, the door opened, and we were escorted into the building. Dr. Crowe had to give Sophie a firm tug to get her to go inside.

It was evening, but with the long summer days, the sun had not yet set. Inside the building, however, we walked down a long interior corridor with every other florescent light turned off for some reason. The lights that were on made a slight buzzing noise, which all together felt a bit creepy.

The elevator was marked “Out of Order”, so we had to follow the young man up 3 flights of dimly lit stairs before arriving at the Dr. Howard’s office. Each step added more anxiety to Sophie and for me as well. I had no idea what this place was or who Dr. Howard was, and this place was beginning to scare me a bit.

We followed the young man, who’s name turned out to be Tom, into an office suite. Once inside, he ignored us as he headed back to a desk in the far corner of lobby to take a seat at a desk, where he had been working prior to us interrupting him.

An older man entered from one of the connected offices and said, “Shiela, this is unexpected. And this must be Annie?” He asked, looking me up and down with an open smile on his face.

“Not Annie, this is Sophie.” Dr. Crowe corrected. “Though, I expect Annie is here as well.”

Dr. Howard approached and Dr. Crowe handed him the leash. “She has become quite obedient, though still has a mind of her own some of the time.”

Dr. Howard nodded as she spoke, but he didn’t take his eyes off of me. “So, what commands does she obey?” He asked.

“When I first got her, she was as obedient as any well-trained dog. But as I’ve worked with her, I can say that she pretty much understands English, so you can give her more complex tasks, no problem.” Dr. Crowe said confidently. “She needs occasional positive and negative reinforcement, but otherwise is a very good girl.”

Sophie perked up with that. She loved being a good girl. The way Dr. Crowe talked about her, I was sort of proud of Sophie too. I remembered how she handled the patient records. She could follow instructions well. If only I could talk to her and get her to follow my instructions, I might be able to get my body back.

Dr. Howard raised the leash slightly and asked, “May i?”

“Of course.” Dr. Crowe responded.

“Come on, Sophie.” Dr. Howard instructed. As he walked, Sophie did her best to keep pace with him. “You are a good girl.” He announced as he patted me on the butt.

I was shocked at that, but Sophie took it as a reward. I felt my lips curl into a beaming smile as we continued to walk around the office. After a few laps, he led us deeper into the office suite. There were more corridors, most of the had the lights off completely, but the path he took us on was at least mostly lit.

Eventually, we arrived at what looked like a medical bay, with a bed, a stainless-steel table, and a bunch of medical tools. “Sophie, have a seat.” He instructed.

Sophie squatted down, looking up at Dr. Howard with a huge grin. No doubt she was expecting a reward for being so well behaved.

“Sophie, up.” He told her. She stood. “Up on the table. Sit on the table.” Sophie didn’t understand what he was telling her to do. She knew the words, but they made no sense. He repeated himself, so she slowly approached the small steel table. There was no way to sit on it, and if we tried it would have fallen over.

“No, Sophie.” He raised his voice. “Sit on the bed.”

Sophie panicked when he raised his voice. She tried lurching away, only to get yanked back when she reached the end of the leash. This caused us to lose our footing and tumble to the floor. Dr. Howard released the leash, so we didn’t choke on it. Eventually he helped Sophie up and guided her to the bed.

“It’s okay, Sophie. I just want to examine you. Up here, have a seat. Please.” His voice was much more gentle, Sophie was still shaken from it, but she listened and obeyed. Dr. Howard pulled a stethoscope out of his pocket and placed the ear pieced in his ears.

“Hold still, I need to listen to your heartbeat.” He said. Sophie understood the words ‘hold still’, so we sat there. He placed the end of the stethoscope on my chest and listened. It was a jolt of cold, but Sophie didn’t flinch. He moved it around to my side and then to my back.

“Take a deep breath.” He instructed. Sophie obeyed. He repeated that several times, each time making a notation in a file that he had set on the metal table.

“Go ahead and lay back.” Dr. Howard ordered. Once we were lying flat, with my legs hanging over the side of the table, Dr. Howard pulled out two metal stirrups and guided my feet into them. This pushed my knees up into the air and spread my thighs apart, exposing my private area.

Dr. Howard used the stethoscope to listen to my stomach. He kept pressing it in and then listened. Putting that aside, he said, “I need to perform a full physical. Do you understand?” She didn’t. “I’m going to check and make sure that you are healthy. Nothing to be concerned about.”

Next he took my left arm in his hands and methodically began squeezing, inch by inch, from my wrist to my shoulder. Then he did my right arm. Followed by my right leg, from my ankle to my thigh. Then my left leg.

“I need to do the same thing to your body, is that okay?” He asked.

Sophie nodded, so he began pressing my abdomen, starting at my pelvis and working is way up to the center of my chest. Each breast, he took his time examining. I’d heard of breast exams, but never really thought of what it would be like to have a strange man cupping and squeezing each of my breasts. Dr. Howard was as old as my dad, but even so, it was very arousing.

Sophie noticed it too. We were getting turned on. He breathing began to quicken, but as I was starting to feel myself getting moist down there, it ended.

“I need to do a pelvic examination.” He told Sophie. “You’re going to feel a bit of pressure.”

Dr. Howard took a seat in a small rolling chair and maneuvered over to between my legs. He was holding a long silver device that had a handle on one end. “This needs to go inside of you, Sophie. You’ll feel a bit of pressure, but it won’t hurt. I promise.”

He had a tube of some kind of lubricant that he squeezed onto the device. He then pushed the thing up inside of my vagina. I heard Sophie moan. I think if we had not already been aroused by his touching my breasts, Sophie would have jumped up and run away from the shock of being penetrated like that. Instead, she started gyrating my pelvis a bit trying to stimulate my pussy.

“Enough of that.” Dr. Howard told her. “Hold still.”

Reluctantly, Sophie stopped moving and after about 30 seconds, he pulled the thing out of me and dropped it on the table. Next, he removed my feet from the stirrups and said, “Stand up.”

Sophie stood up. Dr. Howard repeated the physical examination, pressing my shoulders, my back, and my butt. He spent a few minutes writing notes in the file before moving on.

When we finished the physical exam, he walked us back to the lobby. To my shock, Dr. Crowe was not there. Sophie looked around in a panic. “It’s okay, you’re going to stay with me for a couple of days.” He told us. “Dr. Crowe wanted me to examine you and help with your training.”

This wasn’t right. Why would she abandon me like this? I don’t even know these men.

“Tom, will you please take Sophie for a quick walk and then show her to her room?” Dr. Howard asked. Tom took the leash and led us back down the stairs and outside. There was a park about a block from the office building. Gratefully, I only had to pee. We walked for about 10 minutes before Sophie found a place she was comfortable with. She squatted down and relieved herself. Tom could not have looked more disinterested.

Once we got back, Top took us to another room inside the suite. This one had a bed with a blanket and a small pillow. In the corner were two bowls on the floor. Tom unfastened the leash and said, “You can sleep here tonight. We will start your training in the morning.”

When Tom finished sleeping, he left the room and closed the door. I heard a second click, when he locked it from the outside. At least Sophie wouldn’t be running off later. She wandered around the room for a few minutes, looking at everything again and again. Not much to look at, but still. The bed was small, but big enough for a teenaged girl, so long as I don’t toss and turn at night.

There was also a small round table with a chair next to it. And on the floor were the two bowls. One of the bowls was full of water and the other had shrimp fried rice in it. So at least they were feeding us people food.

Sophie finished the food and water quickly. Somehow, she was able to eat without her hands, and still did not make a mess on the floor or on my face. She never even picked the bowl up but was able to lap up all the water.

With nothing else to do, Sophie crawled into bed and fell asleep. Another oddity of this situation was that Sophie’s sleep schedule did not completely coincide with my own. She fell asleep while I lay there, conscious, but unable to move. I tried regaining control of my body, but it was out of reach. At first I thought that this was what it was like to be quadriplegic, but I could actually feel everything. I just couldn’t move anything.

I started thinking about how I was able to control the crayon when we were using the coloring book. I had no problem with that, but here I couldn’t lift a finger. After a while, I gave up and let myself fall asleep.

The next morning, everything changed.

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hopefully Annie comes back and they can figure out what is wrong with her.

[edithdick]

hopefully Annie comes back and they can figure out what is wrong with her.

Without spoiling anything, I can at least promise you that this is not being narrated from beyond the grave. So Annie will return to control at some point in the story. Also, as I have mentioned on a different thread in the General Discussion, my current plan is for this to be a trilogy, with the third volume being called "After Therapy".

Hope that helps.

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This chapter was intentionally deleted, as I have decided to go a different direction for the remainder of the story. The new Chapter 13 is posted below.

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Been awhile are you coming back?

[edithdick]

Been awhile are you coming back?

I’m on a hiatus from this story for a bit. I felt that my latest chapters were not as well written and I needed to go find some new inspiration to continue it well.

Currently I am inspired to write in a completely different genre. Don’t worry, this will be concluded in time.

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Thanks

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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I had to rewrite this chapter. I needed to change the direction of the story a bit from where I was taking it in the original version. More chapters are on the way.

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When my kids become wild and unruly, I use a nice, safe playpen. When they’re finished, I climb out. – Erma Bombeck

More Therapy - Chapter 13

“Sophie, wake up” came a voice in the darkness. “Wake up, I said.”

The lights came on and Tom was standing at the entrance, holding the leash. “Sophie! What’s the matter with you? Bad girl!”

Sophie’s eyes darted around, but she had no clue why she was a bad girl. “You’re not supposed to pee on the floor. You know better.”

Glancing around, I caught the glint of light reflecting off the small pool of liquid across the room.

Tom grabbed Sophie by the collar and pulled us across the room. “Bad girl!” He repeated and then pressed Sophie’s face into the yellow liquid. “NO!”

Sophie was quivering with fear. I could smell the strong stench of urine now dripping from my nose and chin. I wanted to throw up, but Sophie was in control and she hadn’t even flinched at the idea being covered in pee.

Tom then walked us down the hall to the Dr. Howard’s office. Dr. Howard was sitting behind a large oak desk, writing notes in a journal of some sort. Tom explained the mishap in the room. Dr. Howard told Tom to go clean it up.

“Looks like you’re going to need some additional obedience training before we continue with your other lessons.” Dr. Howard told Sophie after Tom had left. He never got up from his desk.

“Sophie, Sit.” Dr. Howard commanded. Sophie crouched down.

“I said ‘Sit’” Dr. Howard repeated. Confused, Sophie only stared at him. I tried to tell her to put her butt on the floor, but I could never tell whether she could hear me or not.

Dr. Howard stood up with a yard stick in his hand. He walked calmly across the room and said, “Sophie, Stand.”

Sophie stood.

“When I tell you to sit, I want you to sit on the floor, like this.” He said, and then plopped down onto his butt. “Do you understand?”

Sophie stared blankly at him. Dr. Howard stood back up and said, “Sophie, sit.”

Sophie crouched down again.

“NO!” Dr. Howard shouted. “I said Sit.” This time, he used the yard stick, WHACK onto Sophie’s butt.

Sophie winced, but didn’t move.

Dr. Howard used his left hand and pressed down on Sophie’s shoulders, forcing her butt to the ground. “This is ‘Sit’” he instructed.

“Sophie, Stand.” He repeated.

Sophie stood.

“Sophie, Sit.” He said again.

Again, Sophie crouched down. She was shaking nervously. Sophie was certain that this was sit.

Whack – Whack.

“Sit, I said. Sit!” Dr. Howard repeated.

It took several more tries before Sophie finally got this command down. By that time, whenever she did it correctly, I felt the burning pain from all of the paddling we received. Tom had returned at some point, but Dr. Howard was working with Sophie, so he didn’t interject. Finally, Dr. Howard instructed Tom to take Sophie out for a walk and then feed her.

When we returned to Dr. Howard’s office, he handed Tom a piece of paper with a list of commands on it. “Sophie needs to learn obedience.” He said. “Use the shocker until she gets each of these correct.”

“Yes, Doctor.” Tom said. He then led us away to another room. This looked like it was set up for some sort of physical therapy. There was a low padded table in one area, a rubber mat in another area and a couple of large exercise balls in the corner.

“Sophie, Stay.” Tom said and then he unfastened the collar from my neck. He walked across the room, dropping the collar with the leash still attached onto the low padded table. Tom then returned with a different collar. This was a bit thicker and had a large black rectangle attached.

“Sophie, sit.” Tom said.

Sophie sat.

“Sophie, lay down.” He said.

She didn’t know this command. Tom demonstrated lying down, and then got up and repeated the command. Again, Sophie stared at him blankly.

I suddenly noticed Tom holding a small black remote control. He pressed the button and…. Pain. It was excruciating, starting at my jaw and penetrating all the way to my knees. Sophie tried to scream, but no sound came out while the shocker was active. As fast as it had started, it stopped. “Sophie, lie down.” Tom repeated.

Tears began streaming down Sophie’s cheeks. She didn’t know what he wanted her to do. I heard Tom sigh before the pain started again. This continued for the rest of the day. After a while, I discovered that I could shut it all out. I really didn’t want to leave Sophie to endure this alone, but I couldn’t stand the pain over and over again.

I sort of pushed Sophie out of my mind, but with her in control, it was more like I pushed myself out of her mind. I was still observing the situation, but from a distance. Sophie was a very slow learner. Mostly this was because they were teaching her to do things differently than Tabitha and Heidi had taught her. So she needed to unlearn the old commands before complying with the new ones.

The next several weeks were a bit of a blur, as Sophie spent so many days learning commands, and being disciplined when she failed. They were training her harshly, I kept myself out of Sophie’s head for days at a time. It got to the point that I was beginning to have a hard time bringing myself back to where I could even feel anything she was experiencing.

I think, had it lasted any longer, I would have chosen to stay disconnected and it would have just been Sophie for the rest of my life. But eventually, Dr. Crowe came and picked us up. It wasn’t until I heard her voice that I had the will to force myself back into Sophie’s head and reconnect with reality.

Tom was still holding Sophie’s leash. Dr. Crowe was standing in front of me and Sophie was crouched down, so Dr. Crowe could stroke he head as she spoke with Dr. Howard.

“I’m sorry, Sheila. I couldn’t do more with her. She is quite obedient now, but I could not get her trained to behave like a girl.” Dr. Howard said.

“Well, I appreciate you for trying.” Dr. Crowe told him. “I do hope it wasn’t too much bother for you.”

“Trouble? Oh no. I have never seen anyone with such a committed fursona, as young Sophie here.” Dr. Howard said.

“Fursona?” Dr. Crowe asked.

“It’s a new phenomenon that is plaguing some of our schools. Kids self-identify as a cat or some such. Originally they thought it an offshoot of the furry lifestyle, but there seems to be no direct connection.” Dr. Howard reasoned. “This is my first glimpse in real life at one of these patients. I took a lot of great notes.”

“Interesting. May I have a copy of your notes?” Dr. Crowe requested.

“Sure, I’ll send them over when I finish compiling them.” Dr. Howard agreed. “I wish I could have a few more weeks to observe Sophie.” Dr. Howard said.

“I know. School starts next week, and I need to get Sophie acclimated to my home again, plus there are a few logistics I need to work out if she is going to be release into the public.” Dr. Crowe said.

Tom then handed the leash to Dr. Crowe and after saying their goodbyes, we left the facility for the last time.

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More Therapy - Chapter 14

It was mid-morning when we walked out of the facility. This was the first time in weeks that I had felt sunlight on my skin. I can’t say that Sophie cared about the warmth of the sun as much as she was absolutely giddy to be walking out with Dr. Crowe and away from Dr. Howard and worst of all, Tom.

They had stopped using the shock collar a while back, but there had been other devices that they used to discipline Sophie. Much of my memory of that period is a bit vague, as I had spent so much time outside of my head that I can only summon a few still images of some events that traumatized Sophie.

The worst of these was when Sophie would start to go nuts from all of the training. They didn’t want her to hurt herself, so they put her in a straight-jacket. Restraints in general were traumatizing for her, but the jacket was by far the cruelest. She hated wearing clothes to begin with, and this just cemented in her head that clothing was a punishment.

Suddenly, I felt the collar tug hard against Sophie’s neck. She had just tried running, but Dr. Crowe had had a firm grip on the leash.

“Annie!” I heard Josh yell from the corner of the block. I suddenly realized that Sophie had noticed him and instinctively tried to go running up to greet her friend.

Dr. Crowe casually walked us toward him, and Josh met us in the middle. “Josh, you remember Sophie.”

“Oh, right.” He said to her and petted Sophie’s head.

“Here.” Dr. Crowe said, handing the leash to Josh. “You can walk her for a while.”

Josh’s face broke into a huge grin. “Let’s go Sophie.” Josh said as the three of us walked down the sidewalk back toward Dr. Crowe’s house.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to manage her at school, Josh?” Dr. Crowe asked as we walked.

“Oh, she’s no problem for me.” Josh assured her. “I’m not sure what the other kids will think, but I can definitely keep an eye on her for you.”

“Good. The teachers will make sure she is safe. I just need someone to walk her to school and home, plus keep an eye on her so she doesn’t get into too much mischief.” Dr. Crowe said.

“What about her classes?” Josh asked. “She’s two grades above me.”

“Yea, I’m still working that out. I was hoping she would be able to attend her school like normal, but her condition has changed since I last spoke with the principal. Don’t worry, I have another idea that should be acceptable for everyone.” Dr. Crowe said.

Suddenly, Sophie stopped. Josh tried tugging, but she refused to budge. Instead, she stood there and tapped her foot once. I remembered this from her training. Sophie was taught to tap once if she had to pee and twice if she had to poop. I was glad it is only 1 tap.

Dr. Crowe stared at her for a second before her look of confusion was replaced by one of understanding. “Dr. Howard had taught her to communicate a few things.” Dr. Crowe explained. “If she taps her foot once, she needs to pee. If she taps twice, well. You get it, number 1 and number 2.”

“Oh…” Josh said. “Eww! What do I need to do?”

“Well, it’s only one tap, so go over to that bush and let her do her business.” Dr. Crowe said. “They had trained her to use a litter box when she was inside. Hopefully, any dirt will work for her when we are out here.”

Josh walked Sophie over to the side of the road where a few bushes lined the sidewalk. She look at the bush nervously. Obviously, she didn’t want to get into trouble again.

“It’s okay, Sophie. You can pee here.” Josh told her reassuringly.

Still hesitant, Sophie crouched down and released her bladder. I forced myself a little further into her consciousness. I could feel the pressure on my bladder being relieved. It felt good.

The more I became aware of myself, the more I also became aware of my surroundings. There was a good deal of traffic on this street. Most of the card that drove past honked their horns at me. Some of the young men even hooted as they drove by. Sophie didn’t seem aware of this, but for the first time in a long while, I was aware that I was walking down a public street bare-naked.

Josh was keenly aware, though the honking and hooting seemed to bother him more than it did me. He was being protective, I realized. Dr. Crowe didn’t seem to notice or care.

We made it back to Dr. Crowe’s house, Josh kept hold of the leash as he followed me inside.

“Sophie, sit.” Dr. Crowe said casually when we got into the house. Sophie sat on the floor. Dr. Crowe unfastened the leash and hung it on the wall.

“Please watch her for a minute.” Dr. Crowe told Josh before walking into her office.

“Annie,” Josh whispered. “How much longer are you going to do this for?”

Sophie stared blankly at him. She was well aware of who Annie was, but she had no way of answering her question, even if she knew what to tell him.

“It’s okay.” Josh said cheerfully. “I’ll always be your friend, even if you can’t talk to me.”

Josh started petting Sophie. First on her head, then he gently stroked her back. He crouched down next to her and said “Lie forward.”

Sophie instinctively leaned forward, arms streatched forward and chest on the ground. She was lying face down, but on her knees. This raised her butt up into the air.

Josh didn’t say anything, he just stared at Sophie. He slowly walked around behind me. I couldn’t see what he was up to, but his breathing had changed.

“Josh!” Dr. Crowe said as she walked in on us. “What are you doing?”

“I, um…” Josh said.

“How did you get her to lay like that?” She asked.

“I just said, ‘lie forward’” Josh said.

Dr. Crowe looked through the list. “Here.” She said handing it to him. “These are the commands she was taught. ‘lie forward’ isn’t on here.”

Josh studied the list for a minute. “What does that mean?” he asked.

“Well, a dog can only do what you teach it. Sophie, of course is not a dog. But she was very strictly disciplined. She should not have done any commands that she wasn’t taught. How did she know this command?”

“I dunno.” Josh conceded. “Maybe they taught it to her and just didn’t write it down.”

“I don’t think so. I think Annie is still in there, and Sophie remembers what words me through that connection.” Dr. Crowe said. “I want you to go through these commands with Sophie and learn how to lead her. School starts in a week, so I really need you to work with her as much as you can until she reacts to whatever you tell her.”

“Really?” Josh asked. “Anything?”

“Anything on this list.” Dr. Crowe corrected.

Josh nodded. “What about this?” He pointed down at Sophie, butt still sticking up in the air. I could feel an ache in my back creeping in from holding that pose so long.

Dr. Crowe sighed. “Get a good look. I do not want you to show this to your friends at school. She’ll be molested for sure in this pose.”

“Yes, Dr. Crowe.” Josh acknowledged.

"How much time can you spend here training with Sophie?" Dr. Crowe asked.

"I wanna help, I really do." Said Josh. "But my mom might not let me spend so much time here. She's been working overtime just to afford her therapy sessions."

"Oh, I didn't realize that. She's Dr. Tamil's patient, right?"

Josh nodded.

"Let me speak with her. I think I can work something out for everyone." Dr. Crowe suggested.

"Thanks." Josh said skeptically. "I think I probably should head home now."