Jen crawled in the direction of the noise, aware of the way of her tail flicked lazily left and right as she moved. When she reached the doorway between the kitchen and hallway she jumped back in alarm and yelped like a dog as Martha hurried through the opening carrying large paper shopping bags.
“Sorry girl” Martha said as she put the bags on the counter, “They’re heavy and I didn’t see you”
Embarrassed and scared Jen covered her breasts and pussy with her hands and curled into a ball against the wall, her tail curled up behind her, “Martha, Martha you have to help me, Kyle... he did something to me”
The maid looked at her quizzically but seemed to choose to ignore Jen’s statement, “I got you a new collar!” she squeaked excitedly, pulling a small box from one of the shopping bags.
Jen wiped a tear from her eye as the maid approached and fitted a small black leather collar around her neck.
“I’m not a dog Martha!” Jen wailed, “Please, you have to believe me”
“Jen you’ve got a dog’s tail and you can’t walk on two legs, just because it looks like a person and talks like a person doesn’t mean it’s a person”
“Please! I don’t look anything like a dog, apart from this stupid tail!” Jen pleaded.
“Jen! Quiet!” Martha ordered loudly, scared of the maid Jen jumped slightly and stopped talking. “Your mother and father were both dogs, you were born a dog, scientists have proved you’re closer related to a dog than a person”
Jen whimpered, as the maid continued, “Now I’m taking you for a walk, Jen Heel!”
And Jen found she could do nothing but obey.