A Man and His Pet

By Daniel de Vale

Many people have said that there is more than one dimension existing in our universe. Our story involves a young girl named Sam, who lives in a society that exists in an alternate dimension that parallels our society. However, the norms and mores are somewhat different. Her real name is Samantha, but she will only respond if you call her Sam. She is an independent little cuss and often finds herself in trouble because of her devious ways.
She is on her way to the beach one day to spend her spring vacation with her friends when someone causes her to have an accident. The patrol officer is not happy with her questions, and when he does a background check, finds that she has not registered with the state when she turned eighteen. This is a severe violation of the law. He takes her to a jail where they incarcerate her for several days. They finally release her with instructions to report on a certain date to undergo a physical examination and register with the state.

When she reports, they remove all the hair on her body except the hair on her head. They embed a bar code on the outside of her left breast to identify her, and implant a tracking device to locate her if she leaves town. After this, they release her. They tell her to appear in a few weeks to attend a two-week training course to prepare her to be naked in public. There, she will learn to be obedient to an eventual owner who will be responsible for her as she lives her life I this society.
She attends the training course with another girl who has become her friend. Afterwards, they begin to adapt to this new way of life. Neither of them is anxious to become someone’s pet, and be under their control. Both of them attempt to evade such a life.
One evening, quite accidentally, Sam meets Tom, a handsome young man who is in the process of purchasing a country estate with pastures, woods, and river access. She plots to be with Tom and, eventually, they get to know each other. Sam does all she can do to become his pet and get around the court ordered auction.
Tom has his hands full to tame this devious little pest and falls head over heels in love with her. Her training and indoctrination has modified her behavior, and she always wants to remain naked and be satisfied.
Tom helps her to sell all of her possessions and move in with him on the estate to be his pet. She cannot get over the thought of getting rid of all her clothes, but Tom has a way of getting her to be obedient and follow his instructions.
She gives up her way of life, and gradually accepts the life of a pet. She becomes a devoted pet to Tom and they are inseparable in life. The story follows the twists and turns of their relationship until the very end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Daniel de Vale
• Release date: Nov 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463435700

Daniel de Vale

I love to write. Writing, to me is a way to relax. I have written policy manuals procedures, operational instructions, and technical manuals throughout my career, but I have always had a desire to write fiction. I never had the opportunity or time until I retired. Since then, I have started to write a few soft-core erotic eBooks. I enjoy writing about couples in non-traditional situations living in alternate, imaginary societies. I do not write gritty, hard-core sexual scenes nor do I write pornographic material. The lives and environment of the characters in my books are non-traditional and intentionally thought provoking. There is some real-life and humorous scenes, to bring out a little reality, but most of the books do not deal with the norms and mores of our modern society.

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Preface

Chapter 1 - My Name is Sam

Chapter 2 - Registration

Chapter 3 - Perverts

Chapter 4 - A New Friend

Chapter 5 - I Develop a Plan

Chapter 6 - A Friendly Pet

Chapter 7 - The Training Camp

Chapter 8 - Life Continues

Chapter 9 - My Elevator Friend

Chapter 10 - The Training

Chapter 11 - Back at Home

Chapter 12 - A Trip to the Farm

Chapter 13 - The Hiking Trip

Chapter 14 - Getting Me Ready

Chapter 15 - A moonlight Walk

Chapter 16 - My life at the Farm

Chapter 17 - A Visit to an Attorney

Chapter 18 - Sleeping in the Woods

Chapter 19 - We Agree on a Purchase

Chapter 20 - All my Possessions

Chapter 21 - Friendly Arguments

Chapter 22 - Shopping for a Dress

Chapter 23 - Discussions with an Attorney

Chapter 24 - Preparations for my New Life

Chapter 25 - My new Body

Chapter 26 - Wearing my new dress at the Party

Chapter 27 - My body is Changing

Chapter 28 - The Hunt

Chapter 29 - Sam gets Branded

Chapter 30 - A trip to the Vet

Chapter 31 - Just a Man & His Pet

Chapter 32 - As Years Go By

Epilogue

Chapter 1

My Name is Sam

My name is Samantha.  Most people call me Sam, and I have come to like the name.  My last name is unimportant for this story of my life, so I will not mention it.  I am an ordinary girl enjoying an ordinary life.  I finished high school over a year ago and obtained a scholarship to attend college.  Last fall, I began my university studies.  I was enjoying my stay at the university and the academic life that came with it.  I still did not have any idea what I wanted to do with my life and was concerned that my major was not going to meet my life-long desires.  I continued with my curriculum, but was always on the lookout for something that was more appealing to me.

Many people have told me that I am rather attractive, so much so, that I have had a difficult time getting boys to ask me out on a date.  They always compliment my boobs and ass, but seem to be reluctant to ask me to go out with them.  As a result, I sometimes go away from the campus with my girl-friends and spend time at the beach.  I never had any trouble getting boys to notice me on the beach.  Sometimes, I would wear a skimpy bathing suit with a thong bottom to display my figure and get more attention.  As you can tell, I love my body.

Everything was going smoothly in my life, and I was nearing the end of my first year of school when I was driving to the beach one day to meet my friends for spring vacation.  My luck failed me during that trip and changed my life forever.  Some guy pulled out of a side road, and I ended up colliding with his car. 

A highway patrolman soon showed up to investigate the accident.  The officer began to question me and the other driver, who apparently did not have sufficient insurance.  No one directly told me, but I overheard some discussion from the patrol officer that the other driver did not have any insurance at all.  I did not feel that I was at fault because I was driving along the highway minding my business, and he pulled out in front of me.  Why would I be at fault? Why should I even worry?

The patrol officer had a shitty attitude.  He began to question me and said I was at fault because I was speeding.  That did not make any sense to me, and I began to challenge his assessment.  He did not like to be questioned. He made a snide remark to me and went to his computer in the patrol car to investigate my past records.

Soon, he walked back to me and told me I was under arrest.  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  I asked him why, and he said I was speeding and secondly, I was over eighteen and had not registered with the state, as everyone is required to do when they turn eighteen.  I was flabbergasted.  I asked him if it was now a law that he could arrest me for not registering on time.  He said it was, and asked me to turn around while he held my hands behind my back and locked a pair of handcuffs on my wrists.

No one was seriously hurt, but he called a towing company and had them remove my car, even though it only had very little damage. He was just racking up the charges against me.

The other driver soon left the scene, driving his slightly damaged car.  The patrol officer told me to sit on the side of the road and wait as people drove by and stared at me.  A marked patrol car soon arrived.  They locked me in the rear seat and took me to a jail.  I had no one to call for help and ended up staying in the jail for three days.  Finally, they removed me from the cell after gathering everything they could find about my life, and told me they were releasing me.

They didn't ask for bail.  They just released me and gave me a date to appear at a government building to go through a registration process.  I was relieved and figured I would get off easy.  That would be the end of my frustrations.  I had to pay to get my car out of the impound lot, but I chalked that up as the cost I would have to pay to get out of this backward county.  My car was drivable and I went on my way.

They didn't make me pay a fine, but they gave me a ticket, that instructed me to appear in court on a certain date.  It stated that the judge would decide my sentence at that time.  Now, I had this to cause me more grief.  Fortunately, school recessed for the summer before my trial date.

Chapter 2

Registration

When the trial date arrived, I traveled to the courthouse in the county where I had my accident, ready to pay my penance and go down the hall of the courthouse to register, something I had not done when I turned eighteen.  A piece of cake, I thought. 

The judge made me pay a fine, but the cost was not too bad.  I did not want to give away money to the state for something that I was not responsible for, but I figured this would be over with soon, and I would go on with my life.  Unfortunately, that was not to be the case.  The judge told a Bailiff to handcuff me and lead me to the registration office.

Having them handcuff me again did not make me happy, especially when everyone in the room began to stare at me, thinking I was a dangerous criminal.  The Bailiff took me to a room behind the general area to register, removed my handcuffs and departed, locking the door behind him.

I sat there all alone for some time wondering why they were making such a fuss over me.  Soon a police officer entered the room and asked me to complete a questionnaire.  I thought that was a little redundant since I had already provided everything they could ever learn about me, but I filled it out, thinking all along, what a bunch of crap.  He read over the questionnaire after I filled it out and began asking me more questions about my life.  He told me to sign the completed questionnaire, then stood up, and told me to follow him.  I

I walked along with him to a large room occupied by several other girls.  A desk receptionist directed me to a chair and asked me to sit down.  Soon, an officer entered the room, sat behind a raised desk and began to call a roll.  He knew all our names, yet he called them out one by one, and asked us to acknowledge who we were by raising our hands when he called our name.

When he verified that everyone on his list was present, he told us that an officer would soon come and lead each of us to another room.  I raised my hand and asked how long this would take.  I told him I had another appointment and did not think it would take this long to register.

He scowled at me and said, I see you have not made yourself familiar with our registration procedures.  Perhaps that is why you are sitting here today, and why you didn’t register when you turned eighteen.

His remarks frightened me.  After that comment, I decided to keep my mouth shut and await my turn.  If they want to be such an ass about this, they can lead me to another room whenever they decide to get around to it.

Soon, an officer and a man wearing a white gown entered the room.  The officer called out the name of one of the girls and asked her to come to the front of the room.  He then asked her to turn around and handcuffed her wrists behind her back.  I was aghast at his behavior, but then, he locked a leash around her neck.  I thought to myself, They must think we are really dangerous to need all this security.

All of us girls looked at each other with fear in our eyes.  We all suddenly became concerned about what they were going to do with us, and if we were ever going home again.

After a few minutes, the officer and the man in the white robe entered again.  They called my name and asked me to go to the front of the room.  I slowly went up to them with anticipation.  Again, they went through their routine of making me immobile.  They led me out of the room with the leash locked around my neck to a medical facility that they apparently used for physical examinations.

When we entered the room, the officer removed my bindings and told me to remove all my clothing, shoes, and jewelry, and place them in a basket.  After you are completely naked, write your name on the tag attached to the basket and sit on the examination table.

You want me to get naked?  What are you going to do with me?  I asked.  He ignored me and left the room.  I was in a frenzy wondering if I really wanted to follow his instructions.  I had never encountered this kind of behavior.  I did not come here today to have someone make me remove my clothes for everyone to gawk at my naked body.  Of all the times I wanted to have someone stare at my body, this was not one of them.

After I removed my clothes and placed everything in the basket, I crawled up, sat on the examination table, and looked around at all the medical equipment and gadgets.  It was a fully equipped lab.  I began to wonder what kind of physical exam they were planning to perform on me.  As I sat there embarrassed by my nakedness, an intern entered the room, picked up my basket of clothes and left without saying a word.  I was desperately trying to cover as much of my body as possible, especially my boobs and the hair around my pubic area. 

It was cold in the room and I sat there shivering.  Soon a doctor and a nurse entered the room and began observing my body and taking notes.  They asked me to stand, turn around, raise my arms, spread my legs, bend over, and display every part of my body.  As they watched, they were taking notes and documenting everything they observed.  They even took measurements of everything that they could measure.

They brought in a gynecologist and she started probing my vagina and everything inside.  Fortunately, I was not a virgin.  She took a pap smear and set the results aside to be tested.  They even took blood to be tested.  God, they must have drained me of blood.  They even took a pint of blood after they took samples.  They pinched and inspected every part of my body, even squeezing my boobs to see if I had any lumps.  I have never had such a physical.

After more than an hour of exams, they led me, still naked, to another room where a dentist examined my teeth, took x-rays, and even cleaned my teeth.  Still naked, I had to even go through eye exams and hearing tests.  They had to take me through several rooms to do all this, but they were well prepared to check me out wherever they took me. 

I ended up back in the original examining room where the intern told me to sit on the examining table again.  I asked for my clothes and he told me that they would return them later when they finished all my tests and exams.  By now, they knew everything about my body, both inside and out.  What else could they do to me?  I just sat there and checked my body to see if I could find anything that they may have damaged or changed.

The doctor and nurse soon came back into the room and apologized for the time it took to do the physical.  We have more girls today than normal and it is taking us a little longer to get you out of here.

They reviewed their notes to see if they needed to do anything else.  The nurse reminded the doctor that someone had to take me to a chemical lab, and I needed a bar code and chip.  They were talking in another language as far as I could determine. 

I asked the nurse, "What is this about a chemical lab and those other things you mentioned?

The nurse was a female and seemed to have some empathy for me. 

I apologize about leaving you naked today, but we need to have access to all of your body to make a valid physical assessment.

I asked again, What is this about taking me to a chemical lab?  I don’t like the sound of that.

She pulled at the hair on my arms and legs, looked at my pubic area, and said  from now on, you will have to have a naked body.  All this hair has to go.  They will not hurt you, and you may even like the results.  That will be your next stop.  It is nearby, but they will have to take you outside to get there." 

Will I get my clothes first or am I going to be naked when they take me over there?

Oh, you will be naked.  You will be naked until you leave today after all your tests.  An officer will take you over there.

Do you do this to all girls who come here? I asked.

Yes.  You could have avoided all this if you had registered on time.

An officer entered the room and locked handcuffs on my wrists as he held my arms behind my back.  Then, he pulled out the chain leash and locked it around my neck.

He stood back to get a better look at my naked body and asked, Are you ready?  We need to walk for quite a way to get to the chemical lab.  You will get some exercise and sunshine on your body.

I thought to myself, Get a good look, you pervert.  Can I turn some way to make it easier for you to see everything?

He led me through an office area, and I cringed as everyone stared at my naked body.  I could not hide anything.

Soon, we came to a building located some distance from of all the others.  It had a chemical odor that got stronger as we approached the doorway.  The officer led me inside and told me to sit on a wet bench as he walked over to some workers in white protective gear.

I have another one for you, he said as he pulled me up from the bench by my leash.

She looks good, said one of them.  I can’t wait to see her when she is naked.

I thought to myself, I am naked you stupid shit.

I was soon to learn better.  They had a much better way to make me feel naked.

The officer removed my leash and handcuffs, and said he would return in about an hour.

Work your wonders, guys.  Make me proud to walk her back to the main building.

The workers grabbed each of my arms and led me over to a vat of chemicals.  There was a chair constructed of thin metal straps sitting to the side of the vat.  It had chains attached that they could use to lift the chair and lower it into the vat.  They took my arms and lowered me into the chair with my body ending up in a sitting position.  The straps were thin, exposing nearly all of my skin.

They strapped my legs and arms to the chair with thin metal clasps.  Then, they located a cone-like hood and taped the small end tightly around my neck leaving the larger, open end of the cone high above my head.  They tied my hair tightly in a ball, made sure all of it was inside the cone, and there was no leakage around the taped area on my neck.  I could no longer see what they were doing, but I was sure they were getting their jollies staring at my tits.

I felt the chair rising as they used a pulley to lift it somewhat before shifting the chair directly above the open vat.  One of the attendants held my legs next to my pussy and pulled them apart to ensure all of my pubic hair was visible.  He had to remove and replace some of the clasps to spread my legs wider.

They began to lower the chair and I cringed when the cold chemicals touched my body.  I was freezing before they completely immersed my body up to my neck in the chemicals.  It was cold, and all of a sudden, I had to pee. 

I told them I had to pee, and the worker told me to hold it.  They said they could not remove me from the vat until the time was up.

We have to keep you submerged for almost an hour.  Don’t you dare pee in the vat.  The chemicals will cause a reaction with your pee and burn your body.

Oh great, I thought.  I don’t mind being miserable for an hour.

For almost an hour I shivered, wanting to pee. The chemicals were cold, and I felt a tingle over my body as my bodily hair began to dissolve.  Even though I was miserable, I began to think about the removal of my pubic hair.  I have wanted to get it removed, but did not have the money to have it done.  It was as if they were doing me a favor.

After almost an hour, they raised the chair out of the vat and moved it over to the side.  The attendant told me to go ahead and pee.  I still had the cone over my head and worried that I had not heard him correctly.  I asked him to repeat the instruction.

I told you to pee.  Do you know how to do that?

I was embarrassed to pee on the floor, but he had insulted me, and I went ahead and let it all out.  Boy, what a relief, I thought.

With me still sitting in the chair, they began to hose my body down with a spray of cold water.  I had goose bumps on top of goose bumps. They continued until they felt they had washed most of the chemicals away.  They told me their supervisor would fire them if they removed any hair on my head.

They unbuckled me from the chair and tied my wrists to a hook above my head, then spread my legs, tied them apart and raised me off the floor.  After that, the hosing and washing really began.  They had a soapy spray that they used with pressure to soak me from my neck to my toes.  They wanted to ensure there was no hair left around my pussy and under my armpits.  Afterward, they left me hanging with my feet spread apart above the floor, turned on a large fan and left to take a break.

Those poor boys are tired, I thought. Boo hoo.

When they returned, they examined my body again to ensure they had removed all the hair.  I truly was naked now, just as they said I would be.  They removed my hood and I was able to look down at my body.  It sure enough was naked.  Before they let me down, they rubbed ointment under my arms, over my nipples and made sure they covered every inch of my vagina and ass. 

I asked sarcastically, I think you missed a spot.  Would you like to go over my pussy one more time?  He said they needed to put ointment on all sensitive areas to prevent a skin rash.

The officer soon arrived and said, Your ride is here.  I need to take you to your next appointment.

As the workers lowered my body, and released me from my bindings, the officer walked up with his gear.  He looked me over and said, I have to secure you again and lead you to your next appointment.  Do you want to take a minute to examine your body before I cuff your hands again?

If I had not been so indignant, I would have thanked him.

I used my hands to rub all the sensitive areas and bent forward to examine my pussy.  I really did look good.  I secretly was glad they had to do this. 

When the guard led me across the open areas and through the building offices, I did not even mind when people looked at me.  For some reason, I felt proud of my body.

He led me to a test equipment room, filled with electronic gadgets.  The attendant looked at me and asked, What do we have here? The guard said, The usual, a bar code and a chip. 

That did not sound good to me.  The attendant asked the officer for my paperwork.  He examined it, and began to type some characters into a small device.  After he finished, he held a bar code device up to a white board and punched in a bar code.  He compared it to his paperwork and said to me, This is your identification number.  It identifies you in all of our databases.  Now, I need to punch it into the side of your left breast.  I was horrified.  I was going to have needles punched into my tit to leave a mark that everyone can use to identify me.  It looked huge. I am proud of my boobs and do not want them disfigured.

At least my tit is large enough for them to punch a bar code into its side and let it be readable.

Two attendants and a guard held me while another attendant held the inside of my boob and punched a bar code into my flesh.  That hurt something awful, and the attendant squeezed my boob to relieve the pain after it was marked. 

Now, I have a bunch of stripes on my tit for everyone to make fun of me, I said to myself.

They let me sit down for a few moments while they made further preparations to do something else.  Finally, the attendant told me he needed to insert a tracking device under my skin above my left breast. 

My poor tit. I thought.  I need that thing, and they are seriously abusing it.

They set up all of their preparations and lay me down on a table.  One of them injected a shot of Novocain in two spots to numb the area so I would not feel the pain.  He said he had to cut a small opening above my left breast, but they would seal it up and not use stitches. After a few weeks, you won't even notice it.

You won’t feel any pain.  Just look away for a minute or two and it will be over.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I felt the knife.  There was only a feeling of pressure, and I was grateful for that.  It was the thought of them cutting into my tit that bothered me.

How will it look? I wondered.

When he was finished, he took a device and walked across the room.  When he turned it on, there was a beep and a display showed the geographic coordinates of where I was located.  He came back and used a bar code wand to read the bar code on my boob.  Everything checked out.  He told the officer that he was through with me. 

She’s all yours.  Tie her up and be on your way.  First, hold her and let me take a good look at her from a distance.

Chapter 3

Perverts

The officer led me back to the room where all the other girls were gathering.  All of them were still naked, and all had a bar code and a wound at the top of their left boob.  He helped me to sit down, without unlocking and removing my leash or my handcuffs.

I looked around the room to see if I knew anyone else.  I noticed the girl who came into the orientation with me earlier today.  She had tears falling down her cheeks and a helpless look on her face.  She was sitting near me, and I wanted to talk to her, but was afraid of what would happen if I did.  There were several guards walking around with menacing looks.  I just stared down at my feet most of the time awaiting the next step in my registration.

After they had seated all of us, an attendant entered the room pushing a cart with the baskets holding our clothes that we had to remove when we first entered the examining room.  After counting the baskets and the number of naked girls in the room, he began to walk down each row.  There were only eight girls.  He held a bar code reader against the bar code implanted on the left breast of each girl and read the information on the bar code to determine which basket to give to that person.  When he came to me, he held my nipple between his thumb and fore finger to stretch my tit so he could get a better reading from my bar code.  I didn't think that was necessary, but was afraid to say anything. Then, he removed a basket holding my belongings, and placed it on the floor at my feet.  When the cart was empty, he turned and left the room.

The instructor gave us a recap of the registration process that we had encountered today, and told us what to expect during the next few weeks or months.  He told us to return home and wait for a letter that will inform us when to return for our trial.

Trial, what trial?  I thought.  "When did the