She was attractive, but she was still my jerk of a manager, and she was still yelling at me about ditching work. I felt the ring on my finger and felt the rush of power, and decided to use it. I wished for her to think that she was my obediant dog. She suddenly stopped yelling at me, and her eyes glazed over.
"Sit" I said. She kneeled and got down on all fours. I laughed and told her to roll over. She rolled on the ground, her hair a mess as she rolled back and forth, her already fallen pants and shoes falling off to the side.
"Sit!" I said again, and she stopped rolling and squatted once more, now only in an oversized shirt and vest. "Speak!" She gave a rather pathetic imitation of a dog barking, but it was enough for me. I myself squatted and pet her on the head as she panted.
"Good girl. But dogs don't wear clothing, do they?" I reached back and grabbed the ends of the oversized vest and shirt, and pulled them up over her head. I stood over her, and threw her shirt aside. She continued squatting and panting, and even let out a bark without being asked.
As my now nude female thinks-shes-a-dog manager began sniffing my crotch, I could only begin to imagine what to do next. Perhaps her body should match her behavior?