Kanami was getting a little panicky as Ms. Andrews strapped her onto the table, but before she could object or even hope to struggle, the monitor inside the visor activated and a quick succession of images flashed by her.<br/><br/>Images of dogs of all kinds and shapes flashed by her eyes quickly, each picture gone too quickly for her to remember what it was... all it left was the impression that it had been canine. And then a soft, calming voice spoke.<br/><br/><em>You're a dog</em><br/><br/>"No... no, I'm not..."<br/><br/>A buzz... pain. The machine had read the refusal of this fact in Kanamis brain waves and reacted promptly. Her body jumped a bit against the restraints, but the voice was relentless.<br/><br/><em>You're a bitch</em><br/><br/>"N..."<br/><br/><em>Buzz<br/>Buzz<br/>Buzz</em><br/><br/>Tears ran down Kanamis face. No, that was not happening... no, she was not a dog, she was a human being!<br/><br/><em>A cute little doggy</em><br/><br/>"I..."<br/><br/>Her resistance weakened to the suggestions. And as to reinforce it, one of the capsules on her labia activated momentarily. A quick jolt, but this time, of pleasure. As the questions returned over and over again, Kanami would soon learn that not resisting it would not give her pain but a bit of pleasure... and soon, she would learn that embracing it meant pleasure even greater than that.<br/><br/>Eventually, the images turned to Ms. Andrews... her face, her body, images of her cock...<br/><br/><em>Mistress</em><br/><br/>"M-... Mi...", Kanami tried, but her tongue was getting tired... her mouth was half-open all the time, a constant moan exitting it... the strain it took on her brain was undeniable, but Kanamis mind was not supposed to act consciously now... only to accept those new truths that were implemented into it.<br/><br/>Over the course of the next hours, the program repeated in an endless cycle, over and over again telling Kanami that she was a dog and that Ms. Andrew was her Mistress. Also, it went on to imprint other things into her mind... walking on two legs... was not as feeling as good as walking on all fours. She would drink and eat from a bowl on the ground, like a dog.<br/><br/>As the hours went by, the hard buzzing of the electrode that would give Kanami pain was almost not heard at all anymore. Kanami had learned quickly to accept anything this machine told her to. It felt soo good to obey, to be good... a good dog for her mistress.<br/><br/>The machine was merciless, but after long hours, Kanami had been taught everything that Ms. Andrews had felt necessary to feed the machine... the chair was soaked with her juices, some already dried into it... her body was tired, but her mind was kept wide awake, forced to absord everything. It was impossible for Kanami to keep track of time, but to her, it felt like a liftetime had passed her and her old life was almost completely forgotten. She had forgotten her family, her youth, how she grew up... she only remembered that she was a dog, always had been.<br/><br/>On the outside, the sun slowly rose up from the horizon. Kanami had been strapped to the machine for nearly ten hours now, but the machine would not end unless it was told to stop... it would go in cycles to ensure that Kanami was well-conditioned.