At long last did the date of kenneth’s first training session arrive.  The moon, stars, and other celestial bodies were exceedingly luminous for this time of year.  The gentle breeze brought a crispness to the night air.  Had it been necessary for him to drive through a pouring rain, a shower of sleet, a torrential hailstorm, or a snowy blizzard–such a circumstance would have mattered little to dr. barker.

Mistress Minerva-Aspasia greeted him warmly at the door.  Her perfectly pedicured, prettily painted feet were shone off atop a pair of five-inch-high, open-toed blue suede shoes.  She was seductively, sensuously, and suggestively swathed in a sheer, slinky, (Sthenelides melancorypha)-colored, chiffon sheath.  The two apparently altered slits, at some time, may have been more obviously provocative.  They did at least hint at the lacy, coquettish camisole clinging closely to Her considerable, compelling, commanding curves.  Her delicately scented ash-blonde hair flowed down Her back and fell below Her womanly hips.

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Veterinarian Dr. Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich’s impromptu plan had worked out far better than she could ever have imagined.  Gretcheneldagarth Vandergeller was an exceptionally compliant hypnotic subject.  If the woman had not been such a bothersome braggart and bovine bully, Minerva-Aspasia would have seen to it that the latest person to experience the veterinarian’s powers of animal magnetism would have been first blissfully bathed and secondly soothingly swamped by stupifyingly stupendous tsunamis of stimulating, yet soporific, sensual satisfaction the likes of which the older woman could never have imagined even dreaming of.  The hypnoteuse locked all memories of Vandergeller’s time under the vet’s mesmeric influence deep in the befouled bowels of the boorish subject’s subconscious psyche.  Minerva-Aspasia then gave Gretcheneldagarth the suggestion that when the elderly self-proclaimed empress of the region awakened, she would feel more wonderful than she had ever felt.  “Now, I will count up from one to four.  When I say the number four, you will be fully conscious.  One, you will have no conscious memories of ever being mesmerized by me.  Two, after I have left your home, you will feel your feelings of love for your pets become even stronger than they have ever been.  You are becoming more and more conscious of the world around you.  Three, you will only remember that you were looking at your pendent suspended above my head while I was talking to you.  You will remember that you and I have both participated in a harmless, little, fun, and interesting game designed to induce very pleasurable and very deep relaxation.  Your senses are returning to their usual level of perceptiveness.  When I say the last number, you will be fully awake, fully conscious, and fully able to perceive and interact with your surroundings.  And now, the last number I shall say to you is, four.”

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Author’s note: This story is dedicated to the ineffably voluptuous, indomitably vivacious, indecipherably vampish, and indefatigably voracious GODDESS MISTRESS MARQUESA DE SADE. It should not be read: by any minor; by any individual ethically, legally, morally, religiously, or personally for any reason(s) prohibited or proscribed from doing so; or by any person who is fearful of or uncomfortable with the subject of female influence/control/domination/superiority/supremacy or the topic of mind-control in any of its forms or both.

Dr. Kenneth Leroy Barker had always possessed a large soft spot for, and been a colossal boon to, Minerva-Aspasia Svetpavlovich. (From the moment he first laid eyes on her, there was something about her that just thunderstruck a common chord with him.) While she was in high school, she applied for a job at his veterinary clinic during one of her summer vacations. Her interactions with him, her perception of the depth of his compassion and the height of his professional acumen, and her love of animals motivated her to follow in his formidable footsteps. When she was in college, he encouraged her to have as much fun as she could and to take the most wide-ranging spectrum of demanding courses she could handle. (When dialoguing with her on these two topics, he would often make the following statement. “When developing a skilled person, it is at least as important to develop the person as it is to develop the person’s skill.”) At his insistence Minerva-Aspasia went to human and veterinary medical schools. Dr. Barker often drilled his motto with respect to veterinary medicine into her consciousness. “Just because your patients aren’t members of your species, doesn’t mean they shouldn’t get the same level of medical care you would want for yourself, your loved ones, or any other human being.” Once she obtained her degrees, she became his assistant. After a couple of years he worked on her until she decided to fulfill her deserved destiny and start her own clinic. He provided the necessary seed capital, was a sole cosigner for her loans (which she repaid with interest he did not ask for and only grudgingly accepted), jointly advertised with her, and recommended her heartily to all people whose animals he was too busy to treat. From time to time he told Dr. Svetpavlovich, “I consider you a competent and competitive comrade.”

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