Pet Teachers

The minivan cruised down the highway toward the retreat. The farther away from the city that it traveled, the more the highway became surrounded by trees. It was the first day of summer vacation, and the sun shone during the lazy afternoon.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Victoria said from the back of the car.

She rode with four of her coworkers, who were all high-school teachers.

"Well, I thought that this'd be good for us," said Mildred, who drove.

"But for the whole summer?"

"Do you have anything else better to do?" Donna replied, who sat in the middle seat on the passenger's side.

Victoria didn't answer. For some reason, she still held on to the retreat's brochure, which she now skimmed for the umpteenth time. It was one big nondescript building sitting on many acres out in the boonies, and it was supposed to get you centered with the universe or something.

One Madame Melanie ran The Transformation Retreat. Her bio was short on details, only saying that she was "a master of techniques guaranteed to free and transform your mind, body, heart, and soul."

Oh, please, Victoria thought, shaking her head. She used to be our school's guidance counselor ...

"You okay back there?" Susan, who rode up front with Mildred, asked.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine."

Molly, who sat next to Donna, turned to face Victoria. "It'll be okay, Vicky. We're all here for each other."

Victoria managed a weak smile. "I know."

She was grateful for that, at least.

After another half hour on the road, the women finally reached their destination. After parking, they unpacked their carry-ons and walked toward the building. While doing so, Victoria couldn't help but notice that theirs was the only car in the lot ...

They entered the lobby, which was just as barebones as the exterior. Behind a desk typing at a computer was a woman in her late fifties. She stood up and came around to greet each guest in turn.

She was partially nude. The only clothing she wore were two hair elastics, which gave her pigtails.

"Welcome to The Transformation Retreat," she said, in a low, husky voice. "I'm Elaine, the receptionist."

The women stared at her birthday suit. Elaine was physically fit from head to toe. Her dark gray hair reached to her shoulders, and she had a round face and high cheekbones. Wrinkles, especially around her mouth, showed when she smiled, but Victoria felt that that only enhanced her beauty—that and her penetrating eyes.

"Uh, yeah—hi, Elaine," Mildred said, "we're happy to be here."

Victoria couldn't help but notice that Elaine's eyes were glassy ... The teacher asked, "Uh, so where are the other guests?"

"Oh, you're the only ones, dear," Elaine said.

Before anyone could respond, a voice from behind them said, "Ladies! It's been forever!"

The group spun around to see Madame Melanie standing before them. She was middle-aged with long, curly brown hair and green eyes. She had a big smile and a big rack and was dressed in a loose, flowing white dress. She was also barefoot.

"Ooh, let me take a look at all of you!" she said before greeting everyone in turn with a hug and a kiss on each cheek.

Mildred was an English teacher. She stood 5 feet tall with blonde hair and wore dark clothes. She was skinny with a small rack. On her feet were black, open-toed, chunky-wedged flats, and her toenails were painted black.

Donna was also an English teacher. At 5-foot-5, she was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, pert woman. Curvy with a full chest, she always tended to have a smile on her face. Wearing a purple dress, she wore flip-flops and had French tips on her toes.

Susan, an American-history teacher, was a plump woman with big tits. Her hair was brown, short, and curly. She wore a green pantsuit with heels. Her toenails and lips were the same raspberry color.

Molly, the last English teacher in the group, also stood 5 feet. She wore a white dress and her brown hair in a ponytail. She was skinny and had a small chest, and she wore sandals on her feet. Her toenails were painted brown.

And then there was Victoria. A little over 5 feet tall, the world-history teacher had brown eyes and straight black hair with bangs over her forehead. She wore a shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

"Well, I can't wait for us to catch up!" Melanie said. "Elaine will show you all to your rooms, and then we'll have dinner—she's such a wonderful cook!" She looked at Victoria. "I'll explain everything then."

Victoria nodded. "Sure ..."

Elaine brought them to their rooms on the second floor. They were each furnished with a bed, a chair, a garbage can, and a lamp table. The bathroom was also very modest, with only a tub, sink, and toilet. The women were told that, once they were settled, dinner would be served at 7 in the dining room on the first floor.

"From this point forward, The Transformation Retreat requires you to wear your hair in pigtails and to be naked at all times," Elaine said before leaving them. "You will find your hair elastics on your beds."

"What? Are your kidding?" Victoria protested.

"Of course not," Elaine said. "You must understand that this is Madame Melanie's proven way of shedding the outside world and embracing your inner self."

And with that, she left.

The guests looked at each other uncomfortably, but complied. After all, it was summer and the place was comfortable enough ...

When it was time, they walked downstairs to the dining room, where Elaine sat them down and fed them a multi-course meal. Drinks consisted of water and wine. Melanie sat at the head of the table with Elaine, Victoria, and Mildred on one side and Susan, Molly, and Donna on the other.

"I can't remember the last time I ate this well," Mildred said.

"If there's one thing I don't miss about teaching, it's the salary," Melanie said, to which all but Elaine and Victoria agreed.

"So, what have you been doing since you left?" Victoria asked their hostess.

"Well, helping students inspired me to want to help everyone I can," said Melanie. "So, I went back to school and, once I graduated, I opened up this retreat."

"Right, right," Victoria said. "And why are we the only ones here?"

"Because I want feedback. I want to get the last few kinks out before opening it up to everyone—"

"So you're using us as guinea pigs?"

"Who better than some of my closest friends?"

"Right ..."

Molly cleared her throat. "So why pigtails?"

"They symbolize our return to innocence and playfulness." Melanie sipped her drink. "So, what's going on with all of you?"

"Well, not to bring everyone down," Mildred said, "but I thought coming here might help us cope."

"With what?"

"Vicky and I recently got divorced, and our exes had custody over our kids. And Susan recently lost her husband."

"I'm sorry to hear that ... And Molly and Donna?"

"We're just here for support," Donna said.

"That's very admirable ... Well, why don't we call it a night? I'll prepare our itinerary for tomorrow so we can hit the ground running. Elaine will be down the hall from you if you need anything."

The teachers agreed. As they returned to their rooms, Victoria said, "Okay, does all of this seem weird to any of you?"

"Yeah, I'm not feeling walking around naked," Susan said.

"And she was very general when she answered my questions, wasn't she?"

"True ... So what are you getting at?" Mildred asked.

"We should leave."

The others looked at each other. Then Molly asked, "Maybe give it one more day?"

Victoria sighed. "Yeah ... Okay ..."

So the next day, after breakfast, Melanie led the teachers in a session of yoga and meditation. Then, after lunch, she met with each guest privately in her office on the first floor, after which they spent time in the common room. All of them, even Victoria, felt better ... though they couldn't remember anything—

"Dinner is served," Elaine said.

While they ate, the conversation centered on the glowing praise everyone had for the retreat. Even Victoria acknowledged that she was feeling better ... but couldn't help notice that everyone's eyes seemed glassy ...

That night, Melanie told her guests that a relaxation tape would be playing over the speakers in their rooms while they slept. She wanted then to give their opinions of it the following morning. While Victoria slept, she wore pigtails and walked into a room wearing skin-tight leather. Her four friends were stretched out over a bed on their backs, their legs raised. They all begged for mercy, but Victoria tied their two big toes together, and then worshipped and tickled their feet ...

And then she bit their feet ... and gave them bastinado ... and poured hot candle wax on their feet ...

They screamed and begged for mercy—

And Victoria woke up with a start. She turned on the lamp and found that she was wet between her legs. She wiped herself off and went back to sleep, though it took a while ... In the meantime, she went through her dream, trying to understand it ... and she liked it ...

The next morning, everyone gave glowing reviews about the tapes. Mildred and Susan, in particular, said that they forgot what they were sad about ... Victoria agreed, but didn't say anything about her dream. And again, she noted that their eyes were glassy ...

And so it went for the next week. Victoria never dreamed that she'd celebrate Groundhog Day in the summer ...

Then one day after lunch, Melanie broke the routine.

"All right, ladies," Melanie said, "into the common room for a new exercise."

They sat on their yoga mats in a semicircle, with Victoria in the center. Mildred and Susan were to her left, and Molly and Donna were to her right.

Melanie sat facing them. "Now, let's all take some time to look into ourselves. How many of you have ever been hypnotized?"

No one said anything or raised a hand.

"All right, well, hypnosis is a powerful tool that will help you all relax and come to grips with whatever is ailing you. Now, let's begin. Deep breath in, hold it ... exhale ... Good. Again ... Good. Now, close your eyes, relax, and listen to my voice ..."

When Victoria woke up, she was sitting in a chair, unable to move, even though she wasn't strapped down. Before her were her friends, staring blankly into space, sitting with their feet flat on the floor and hands in their laps.

A puff of smoke accompanied a bang and sparks from the middle of the room. As the smoke cleared, Melanie stepped forth. She was dressed in black high heels, fishnet stockings, a white shirt, a black vest, and a black top hat. At her feet was a bag of props, and in one hand she held a thin black wand with a white tip.

"Melanie?" Victoria asked, confused.

"No, my pet teacher, that's Madam Melanie, Mistress of Mesmerism."

"What?"

"I am your mistress, your owner, your goddess. You will worship me and serve me and obey me."

"Like hell!"

"Your friends seem to disagree."

Melanie then made mindless puppets out of the four teachers. They all saw funny and sad movies with their eyes closed and reacted accordingly. They fanned themselves to keep cool in the ninety-degree room, but then huddled for warmth when the temperature dropped to ten below zero. Mildred forgot her name while Donna couldn't figure out how, despite having five fingers on each hand, she counted eleven in total. Molly flexed their muscles in a bodybuilding competition, while Susan found herself glued to her chair. Supermodels Mildred and Donna strutted up and down the runway. Then they showed off their best belly-dancing moves.

"Enough!" Victoria yelled. "What the hell's all this supposed to be? You auditioning for a Vegas act of something?"

"No, of course not," Melanie replied. "I'm doing this because I want to, because I want all of you. Ever since I first met all of you you've gotten me so horny. You won't believe how much I've squirted at the thought of all of you worshipping me. Well, I had to think of a way to get you all here. And given my penchant for helping people, and my natural powers of persuasion, this whole ruse seemed like the best way possible."

"You're crazy!"

"No, I'm horny and patient. I'm going to live off of all of you. I've already drained all of you dry, and closed all necessary accounts and destroyed all of your cellphones and belongings. And the minivan's been sold. All of you have even submitted the necessary paperwork to resign from your jobs."

"That's a lie!"

"Is it?"

Victoria tried to think ... but she couldn't be sure. Everything since she got here was such a blur ...

"I'm going to keep you all here as my pet teachers. Observe."

Melanie walked behind her volunteers. She tapped Susan on her head with the wand, and the teacher immediately got on all fours and started purring and meowing. She crawled around a bit before sitting on her haunches and licking the back on her hand.

"Why, what a good kitty you are!" Melanie said sweetly as she stroked Susan's hair.

The history teacher purred and rubbed her face against Melanie's leg.

"Susan, stop!" Victoria cried.

Susan reared back and hissed.

"No, Susan, bad kitty! Be nice to Vicky!"

Melanie took out of her bag a catnip ball attached to a stick by a string.

"Kitty wants this, hmm, don't you? C'mon, get it!"

Melanie swung it back and forth and bobbed it up and down. Susan's eyes widened as she twitched her nose, rubbed her face, and meowed happily. She pawed at the ball, which was always just out of her reach. Melanie walked around the chairs; Susan climbed on to her chair.

"Susan, look here," ordered Melanie.

The tip of the wand encompassed all that Susan knew of the world. With a tap on the nose, Melanie said, "Sleep."

Susan collapsed onto the chair and fell off of it to the floor, dead to the world.

Melanie then tapped Mildred on her head with the wand. The English teacher got on all fours and sniffed around the two empty chairs, barking and growling intermittently. When Melanie came to her, Mildred kneeled before her mistress and nuzzled her. Melanie, in return, petted her.

"What a sweet little pup!" Melanie said. She reached into the bag and took out a rawhide bone.

When Mildred saw the bone being shaken before her eyes, she whipped herself up into a frenzy, barking loudly and turning around a few times.

Melanie whistled, shook the bone, feigned throwing it, and said, "You want it? You want it?" She threw the bone, which landed a few feet away, and said, "Go get it, girl! Go get it!"

Mildred raced to her prize, grabbed it with her mouth and took it back to her mistress. Melanie took the bone as her subject stared at her with adoring, glassy eyes. She kneeled, hands up to her chest and shaking her tight ass.

Mistress and mutt played fetch a couple more times before Melanie patted the puppy on the head and scratched her belly. Mildred panted ever so happily, leg twitching in the air. Melanie told her bitch to eat the bone, and the more that she did, then the more she'd feel sleepy and fall into a trance.

Mildred obeyed, licking and gnawing it happily ... then slowly ... then more slowly ... then falling asleep.

Next, Melanie came to Donna. Melanie tapped Donna's head with her wand, and the teacher hopped up onto her chair and scratched her head and armpits, chattering and howling like a monkey. She walked across the empty chairs on her knuckles and toes, and then jumped into Melanie's arms.

Donna wrapped her arms around Melanie's neck and her legs around her waist. She puckered her lips and gave Melanie a wet kiss on the cheek.

"My, you're a nice little monkey, aren't you? Now, c'mon, let's get down."

Donna blew a raspberry and hopped onto a chair.

"Tell me, monkey-girl, is Vicky's hair dirty?" Melanie asked.

Donna ambled to her frozen friend and climbed into her lap. Donna grabbed hold of Victoria's head and groomed her, miming eating bugs.

"Stop! Make her stop!" Victoria screeched.

"Okay, Donna, that's enough," Melanie said. "Come."

Donna ambled back.

"Are you still hungry?"

Donna nodded.

Melanie reached into her bag and took out a banana.

Donna chattered and screamed with excitement.

"Okay, my monkey-girl, you can have it, but you have to peel it as a monkey would. Understand?"

Donna nodded furiously. Melanie handed her the banana, which Donna snatched quickly. She sat on the floor and held the fruit as tight as she could with the toes of her left foot. She peeled it with the toes of her right foot. She messily ate her snack.

"Good girl, but it's time to take a nap."

She tapped Donna with her wand and the English teacher collapsed into a trance, fast asleep.

Melanie then turned to Molly. She tapped Molly on the head and the teacher stood up. Back and knees bent, she scratched the floor with her bare toes. Fists tucked into her armpits, she flapped her arms and clucked as she walked the floor aimlessly.

Melanie said, "All right, chick, come back here ... Stand next to me ... Good. Now, push." She snapped her fingers.

Immediately, Molly squatted down and spread her legs, trying to lay an imaginary egg. She clucked and flapped furiously, anguish written on her face, hopping up and down. Melanie made a popping sound with her mouth.

"Good job, chick! You've just laid an egg!" After giving Molly a few seconds to catch her breath, Melanie snapped her fingers again and said, "Push."

This time the fake egg was a cube, and Molly hopped up and down trying to get it out. Her eyes bulged, and she stretched her neck and let out a high-pitched caw before Melanie ended her torment.

"You're such sturdy hen! But you obviously need your rest." She presented the tip of the wand before Molly's eyes and shook it. "C'mon, get the worm ..."

Molly pecked at the stick. Once she did, her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed to the floor, deep asleep.

Melanie then walked over to Victoria and bowed.

"What the fuck was that?" Victoria asked.

"A demonstration of my power," Melanie replied. "I'm going to spend the rest of the summer stripping them of their humanity and turning them into my pets."

"And me? Why tell me all of this? What if I escape?"

"You won't. You've been resistant to my private hypnosis sessions—I mean, you've still gone under, but you haven't taken to obeying me as your friends have. So, I'm going to have to up my game." She snapped her fingers and said, "Sleep."

Victoria obeyed.

When Victoria woke up, she was in a dimly lit room. She struggled to get up, but couldn't. This time, however, her arms, legs, ankles, neck, and forehead were strapped down. A blank movie screen was in front of her ... and between them was—

"Melanie!"

"Welcome to my control room."

"You crazy bitch! Let me go!" Victoria screamed.

"Now, now, that's no way to speak to your mistress." Melanie snapped her fingers and Elaine walked up to Victoria from the left. The receptionist forced the teacher's eyelids open with metal prongs. She administered drops of water into Victoria's eyes and stood behind the chair. Melanie walked toward the control panel for the entire room, which was just to the right.

"Melanie! Take this shit out of my eyes!" Victoria screamed.

"Victoria," Melanie said sternly, "watch and learn."

The room went completely black and the screen lit up. Victoria gasped as she was bombarded by images and videos of girl-on-girl humiliation, servitude, foot worship and tickling, and women acting like bimbos for their mistresses ... And there were subliminal messages of Valley Speak expressions thrown in for good measure.

And as Victoria screamed for all of it to stop, Elaine calmly continued to drop water into the world-history teacher's eyes. To condition her victim, Melanie spoke to Victoria, telling her that everything that she was watching was beautiful and how she should behave. Exciting the teacher's tits and clit also helped, as well as kissing her cheeks and feet.