It was supposed to be impossible to do this inreal life.Apparently it was possible. When she didn't actively resist the motorcontrol, the machine had ...full use of her body, from the neck down. Whenshe resisted, it dampened her non-compliant signals and amplifiedcompliant micromovements. This resulted in weakness and palsy. It couldalso result in lurching and jerky gross motor control. Clumsy andgraceless.As the machine learned to play her body, compliance would increase andnon-compliant acts. What her cunt said is what mattered, when the rest was said and done, and what happened here and now was just between her, a dog, and the eyes of God. And God, if there was one, wasn’t talking either.So she let him in. She let him nuzzle and drool on the crotch of her jeans, while she greeted him with coddling strokes of his ruff, and touched him nose to nose. Then, while he fed from a bowl of Alpo fresh from the can, she stripped. She knew well how it was with dogs, what kept them happy. Food. The rest of the day was spent cleaning and finishing laundry while Stephen was at school. Margaret found a place right next to her bed that seemed to let the mask sit comfortably. “I'll leave you here for a little while”, Margaret mused while she finished making her bed.Night time had just fallen on their little sleepy town and Margaret was worried about Stephen. He was known to hang out a few times with his friends, but on her birthday. She slowly laid on her bed and was starting to feel. She didn’t tell anyone because she was worried people would make fun of her, just as you’re doing now. She was afraid it would be spread all over town, just as you’re planning to do as soon as you leave here. You know how shy she was, and how puritanical her family is.’ ‘Ah, shit! It was just a joke! I didn’t know this was Mary’s!’ ‘Or care?’ ‘Damn it! Why do you say that? I told you it was just a joke!’ ‘Well, you were about to share the details of my sex life with Karen, which is the same.