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Chapter 6
Dogs in the Morning
Dina, the puppy:
I was in a new cage. It was in a hallway with so many cages that I couldn’t begin to guess. Both sides of the aisle were lined with them. Nearly every one had the butt of a girl prominently displayed behind it with a wagging tail protruding from their spine.
I heeled behind my trainer as she walked down the long aisle. She wasn’t using a leash. She had the remote, which she threatened to use should I try and run off. The cubicles were stacked two high on both sides of the hallway. The upper cage was accessible by a square platform that rose three feet to the upper cage. I saw two girls being loaded into their cages. When they were in, the door was closed and the platform rose above the top cage to be flattened against the wall.
We arrived at an empty cage, number 37. “Sit,” Harmony commanded. I did so waiting for the next order like an obedient dog. “You’re in the lower cage. You’re doing very well so far. Just keep being a good girl and things will work out, OK?” she asked.
I barked as I had been trained. I even kept my tongue in the little hole.
“Good girl,” she praised.
I’ll disable the gag and let you get into your cell. Harmony punched a couple buttons on the remote and told me my gag was turned off. I pulled my tongue from its resting slot and was not shocked.
“There’s a hole in the back of the cage that you can get food and water from. Stick the brass wedge into it and turn clockwise for food, counterclockwise to release, and press straight in to get water. OK?”
I barked again. I even felt my tail start to wag. I felt so humiliated!
“I have to attach a cunt leash to you first. Get up on all fours and crawl halfway into your cage,” she said as she opened the door. I did as I was told and stuck my head into the cubicle. I felt her clip a leash to the ring between my legs. Then she slapped me in the ass and said go on in. The door clicked shut behind me. “Try and get some sleep,” she said.
They changed the color of the lights to red shortly afterwards. I tried to remember how to use the gadget in my mouth. I needed a drink. I carefully crawled forward to the back of the cubicle and inserted the brass wedge into the hole. It caught. I pressed inward and got a squirt of water. Then it stopped. So I pulled back and pressed inward again. That yielded more water. I wondered what sort of food they had so I turned my head clockwise and discovered that it was some sort of sweet paste. It tasted like sweetened farina. Well, I hated this stuff but I was hungry so I twisted my head a half dozen times and swallowed. Then I took another sip of water before trying to free myself. It only took a second to learn to twist my head counterclockwise but that moment frightened me. For a brief moment I feared that I was going to be stuck to the wall all night.
The cubicle was wider so I started to turn around so I could stare out of the cage. But I felt the tug on my clit and realized the purpose of the strap. The strap was actually anchored to the front third of the cage and it prevented me from turning around. I had to keep facing the back. I gave up on the idea of looking out. I’d get that opportunity later.
I heard something move above me. With only a few inches of space above my head it was easy to hear the other girl shuffling around. I thought I heard weeping. I twisted my body to accommodate my rings, my tail and the thing sticking out of my mouth. In fact I had to lay in the fetal position because the cage was too short. My heels pressed into the wire gate which annoyed me to no end because they kept getting stuck in the wire mesh. I had to scoot up toward the back of the cage, which pulled the strap almost taut. When my breathing calmed I heard the girl above me. She really was crying. Unfortunately, so was I.
I slept fitfully. I had never slept in bondage before and even with the tiring workout and the horrible torture I had endured I still couldn’t sleep well. My nipples, nose, and clit hurt quite a bit. And my ass hurt too. The collar was very stiff and wouldn’t let me get comfortable. And I couldn’t move my fingers either. All this was annoying. To top it off my legs and abdomen were itchy. And I couldn’t do anything about them because I couldn’t remove the corset or the boots. I truly don’t know how I fell asleep.
The following morning I was awakened by a shock in my ass. “OW,” I wanted to say. Instead all that came out was “mmmmph.”
I looked behind me and saw Harmony staring at me through the gate. “Get your breakfast then put your tongue in your gag. Hurry up, we have a lot to do today,” she said impatiently.
The food was now something tasting like mashed banana. It was sickly sweet. I only ate a mouthful or two. I didn’t like it. I drank lots of water to flush the taste out of my mouth. Then I inserted my tongue into the hole and backed up against the gate.
While I was eating I heard Harmony repeat the commands to the girl in the top cage. I twisted my head around and waited for her to open the gate. When she did she shocked me. “Don’t let me catch you looking behind you. You just look straight ahead. Clear, puppy?” she asked.
“Arf!” I barked loudly. I was getting better at holding my tongue in the gag because it didn’t come out.
I heard some lockers being opened. It hadn’t registered before but there were lockers built into the wall between each pair of cages. I assumed they were putting something in there for us. There was a lot of banging.
I next heard some sort of hydraulic machine being used. In fact I heard several of them being used. But I couldn’t figure out what it was that was making the sound. I dared not turn around either. But then I heard something large hit the floor behind me. The hydraulic sound started again, followed by a distant clank.
I heard the door open. Then I felt her doing something to the strap attached to my clit. Before long she was pulling me out backwards by it. The strap was now a leash!
When I turned around I saw the other girl. She was dressed in black. Harmony called her Blackie. Then she started calling me Red. I’d have to get used to that.
Blackie had blonde hair coming out of the top of her hood. I could see her lips lined in bright red lipstick and her mouth filled with the same gag that I wore. Her outfit was a little different than mine. Her corset didn’t have front buckles and she wore some sort of half body suit that covered her shoulders but left her breasts bulging.
Harmony had changed into a more provocative outfit. It looked like a kinky uniform. She wore black knee high boots with gold laces going up the front. They had wide three inch heels. She wore a black leather skirt and a dark green silk blouse. Over top of all of it she wore a black leather sport jacket with epaulettes. The epaulettes were decorated with bars as was her collar. I realized that all the other trainers present wore an identical outfit.
When I looked down the aisle I saw the other human dogs lining up in front of their cages. There must have been over a hundred of us. And there were at least fifty trainers and countless numbers of latex clad slaves.
Both of us had straps attached to our clit rings. Blackie moved to a designated black spot to Harmony’s left while I was forced to move to a similar red spot on her right. We had to face each other with two feet between us. Between our legs she took the straps and clipped them to small bars in the floor. “Sit,” she said.
“Blackie, show Red how to beg for inspection,” she ordered.
Blackie got up off her butt and lifted her front hands, or was it her paws, until she looked like a begging puppy. Her waist was kept straight and she looked straight ahead. And she maintained that pose until Harmony gave her the order to “Sit!”
Now it was my turn. “Beg,” Harmony ordered of me. So I mimicked Blackie’s actions.
“Good girl. Now sit,” she said.
As I watched, two entire lines of girls were being positioned in like manner. Pairs of hooded slaves were forced to sit on their asses with their hands in front of them, just like dogs, just like me. Blackie’s eyes welled with tears. Mine did too.
When we were all in position an order came through the PA. “Beg for inspection!” At that moment I saw every girl rise from her butt and go into the begging position. I followed suit as did Blackie. And we stayed like that for some time while four tall women dressed in leather skirts, red blouses, and high heeled boots walked up and down the aisles examining us.
They stopped at our location. “This is the new pup?” the one woman asked. I turned my head to look at her. She had dark hair and a riding crop in her hand.
“Yes ma’am,” Harmony replied respectfully.
“I can tell. Doesn’t know where to keep her eyes,” she replied. “You’ll correct that quickly.”
“Yes ma’am,” I heard her say as I felt a sudden shock in my ass. “Eyes Front!” Harmony yelled.
“Excellent,” the tall woman said. “When do you expect her to be ready for treats?”
“The normal procedure is to give them two weeks of physical training. It’s too early to tell if we can move her any faster. She’s been through a lot in the last day or two. RAAC was pretty hard on her, ma’am.”
“I’ll leave the decision up to you. You’ve demonstrated excellent judgment in that area. While it’s early I can definitely see promise in this one. Keep me posted.”
“Yes, Princess,” Harmony said.
After the procession passed I heard Harmony sigh. I knew that face. It was Princess Cassandra, the wife of our Prime Minister. So, she was in charge of the kennels. She must have been immensely powerful. If she could frighten Harmony, I sure wasn’t going to mess with her.
After the inspection the latex clad girls got to work. Several carts were pushed down the aisle each carrying cleaning supplies. Two girls stopped at our location but went across to the girls on the other side of the aisle. While I couldn’t watch them because I wasn’t allowed to turn my head, I did get a good look at what they were doing to a pair of girls several cages down.
The first thing they did was remove the belt and the dildos. Doing so required them to temporarily disconnect the clit strap. I noticed them fumbling around with both hands when doing so. I assumed, correctly, that there was some sort of lock involved.
The ever familiar cleaning hose was plugged into a socket between the girls and each orifice was flushed out. They had many disposable tips available in the cart. Once they were flushed out the gags and hoods came off.
The collars, the corsets and body suits were removed next. This was no small chore since the corset was held together by a metal rod that ran through many wire loops along their spines. They had to attach three special ratchet devices and pull the edges of the corset together in order to pull the wire free. The body suit came off afterwards. The only things left were the gloves. The girls fully cooperated by allowing them to pull the long mittens from their hands. They immediately returned their hands to the begging position and awaited the next step.
The only thing holding the girls in position was the clit straps. There were no devices installed that could provide discipline shocks. But neither girl resisted or spoke. They just knelt erect as the servants worked on them.
As I was watching the girls being soaped and rinsed the two girls across the aisle had apparently finished. Now it was our turn. The process was familiar. Our belts were removed and the clit strap was reconnected and locked in place. After our plugs were removed the disgusting flushing began. The solution was warm and very filling. I grunted as they inserted the tip first into my ass, then my sex. But I didn’t move an inch. Once I was finished, Blackie was cleaned. I’m sure she hated it as much as I did.
One girl removed my gag, hood and collar while the other removed Blackie’s. She was a pretty blonde girl. Her hair was pretty long too. Once they had removed the collar and the hood her hair fell below her shoulders. She was incredibly gorgeous.
My corset came off next, followed by the boots. The corset was nothing more than a buckled affair that I had put on several days ago. My body felt relief to have it removed. Blackie’s corset was the same as the other girls’. It had the loops down the back and the wire connector. I watched as the black clad female servant attached three devices to her back. Then I heard a ratchet sound. A twelve inch wire spine was pulled out of her back and the corset fell to the floor.
The only things left were our gloves. These were easily removed by pulling down the zippers. I flexed my fingers when the first glove was removed. The girl grabbed my hand and gently placed it back into the begging position. Then she took off the other one.
The cleaning solution was the same spray on material that had been used in the doctor’s office. Only it was delivered from a spray hose. “Close your eyes and keep them closed until I tell you otherwise,” Harmony ordered. “Keep your mouth closed unless you like the taste of soap.”
I felt something being sprayed all over me. It foamed and fizzed. The girl massaged every inch of my body from head to toe. She then took a soft sponge and rubbed my skin down. She scrubbed the lipstick off my face with it. I kept my eyes and my mouth closed. Finally I felt warm water being sprayed all over my body. Then came the towels. First my hair was dried. She wrapped a fresh dry towel around my hair as Harmony said I could open my eyes. When I did I saw Blackie with a towel wrapped around her head. We stared at each other while the girls used more towels to dry the rest of our bodies.
The two servants strived to keep our cleaning process at the same stage as best as they could. Now that we were all cleaned they took these long sleeved Lycra suits and squeezed our bodies into them. Blackie was obviously used to the process. I didn’t find it particularly difficult but it was an interesting endeavor, nonetheless.
They did me first. The servants retrieved a number of items from the lockers. Some were obviously mine and others were Blackie’s.
The suit was a body suit but it had short thigh sections. It reminded me of a diver’s outfit. That meant it had to go over my thighs. But my crotch strap was in the way. The obvious solution was to disconnect it and have me stand up so I could pull it completely on. Well, that’s not how it worked. They refused to trust me to the point of releasing me for that long. Instead one girl held me steady while the other lifted my toes off the ground so she could slide the suit under my calves. Once she had gathered the leg material up near the knee she had me shift my weight to one knee then the other until the material was above the knee. Now, she disconnected the clit leash and threaded it through the large opening in the crotch. As one reconnected the strap through the hole the other pulled the stretchy, shiny red material over my ass.
“Help them out,” Harmony ordered. “Put your arms in the sleeves.”
Now I had to help them bind me. And that’s exactly what I did. I put my arms in the outfit and pulled it over my shoulders. And I suddenly realized that my boobs would remain exposed. There were reinforced holes for them.
The zipper in the back started just above my tail. I hadn’t even thought about my tail until now. It was bushy and blonde. I felt it. I could wag it. “Oh my God,” I mumbled.
As I watched, Blackie’s suit was installed just like mine. Her breasts bulged as they pulled the zipper up her back. The suits were obviously designed to make our breasts stand out.
“Very nice,” Harmony said as she reached down and felt my tits. She felt around the base of each and pronounced the fit to be perfect.
“Proceed, ladies,” she said to the servants.
They had a new corset for me. It was red and very tight. As one held it in place the other attached the ratchet devices to pull the edges together. I watched one of the girls disappear behind me with a steel wire. When she returned she was holding two of the three ratchet devices. The other girl removed the last one. My God! Was it tight?
The girls seemed to know their business because Blackie’s corset was installed very quickly. As before, she kept her hands in the begging position just as I had been doing. I figured that if she was doing it and if the entire group of girls was doing it, then I’d better do it too. I wasn’t going to resist. There wasn’t much I could do unless I wanted to tear my clit off. And I had no intention of doing that insane act!
One of the girls produced a glass of green liquid. She held it to my mouth. I smelled the mint aroma of mouthwash so I gladly accepted it. She held the glass up until I had a good mouthful. Then she put her hand gently over my mouth and watched me swish it around my mouth. Blackie had a similar treatment. When she was satisfied she had me spit the liquid back into the glass.
The thigh high boots went back on our legs. As before, we had to keep our toes pointed. These boots were not made for walking! The heels were an inch longer than the toes. But the knees were padded so it felt good to get something under them. The marble floor was beginning to get to me.
That was followed by fresh gloves. Once they were in place we again had to resume the begging position. Harmony smiled at me when I glanced at her. “Good job, Red,” she said.
Some of the puppies were being led out now, most of them from the opposite side of the aisle. Each trainer seemed to have two girls. One girl always had a red corset on her while the other always had a black one on. There were few girls with red hoods though.
I was watching the procession of girls crawl by when I felt the familiar invader in my anus. Well, it had to happen sooner or later. I was grateful that the probe was greased. It slid in with some difficulty but it went in. The front device slipped in even easier as I watched the semi-rigid phallus disappear into my hole.
I noticed that Blackie’s crotch was being covered by the belt and the strap was being removed. The other girl must have inserted hers while I was preoccupied with my own penetration. I felt my own belt being applied. The girl fished the clit ring through both leather straps and locked them in place with the bell equipped padlock. I still wasn’t used to that!
“Down,” Harmony said at that point. We both sat obediently as we watched more girls pad by.
The hoods came next. Our hair was bundled to the top of our heads and the zipper was closed behind us. Then the collars were put in place. Only then did the girls apply lipstick.
Harmony took one of the gags and checked the number against my collar. “Wrong one,” she said as she went back to the locker and grabbed another gag. “Open, Red,” she ordered. I fully opened my mouth and took the invader into it. Without being told I bit down firmly and let her buckle the straps. Once she had finished she patted my head. She lifted the weight in front of my lips and let me insert my tongue into the slot.
Blackie looked curious. I found out shortly that she hadn’t worn this new gag. When Harmony inserted it into her mouth she had to be told how to keep from being zapped. Harmony made her bark. “Speak,” she said.
As had happened to me several times the weight dropped and she got zapped. I heard her scream and felt for her. She quickly learned how to put her tongue back in the little hole by flipping the weight up. After only a few more tries she could bark loudly and still keep her tongue in place. But it was as painful a lesson for her as it had been for me.
Now that we were completely prepared it was time to move out. That was no simple matter either. Harmony pulled two leather leashes from her pocket. One was four feet long and the other six. She took the shorter one and clipped it to Blackie’s clit ring. The other end she held in front of me. It was made of something resembling an alligator clip but it had a small pin at the end. It went into my nose, the pin going into the grommet. I had a nose leash!
Blackie wasn’t any luckier. The longer leash was clipped to her nose. “Heel,” Harmony ordered. And we marched outside.
Chapter 7
A new dog learns old tricks
Harmony:
The girls were doing well. Annette was leading and Dina was trailing. Annette had been here just two days longer than Dina but she was so scared that she didn’t dare disobey. They were essentially at the same stage of their training.
Our destination was the dog runs. But I wanted to take a somewhat longer route so the puppies would get used to the idea of heeling to my orders. So we walked around the grounds a bit so I could admire the ponies as the marched on the paths. I knew I was an excellent dog trainer but I craved doing cowgirl stuff too. Maybe I’d be able to afford a pony one day.
I wanted the girls to get a good view of the other form of animals we trained. I considered ponies to be so much more graceful, their long legs and hoofed boots making them look so tall. I loved the way their tails flowed behind them as they marched.
Not that the puppies weren’t fun also. I had the feeling that the little red one was going to be a joy for Arnie. I was a bit of a perfectionist and I knew what it would take to move her in the right direction. She needed a proper balance of coddling and discipline. If I did it right she’d work out quite nicely.
I really liked Arnie and his wife. My husband and I went out quite often with them. We often used a large carriage to haul all of us. It saved on gas, which was now twenty euros a gallon.
Of course they had a stable and we didn’t. But Arnie didn’t mind lending us his ponies. He didn’t even charge us for them, like some of the other owners did. Human power was much cheaper to maintain than a gas powered vehicle so it helped tremendously when we needed to run an errand.
We eventually did arrive at the dog runs. I disconnected Red’s leash from Blackie’s cunt then swapped the two leather straps. China was manning the booth today. We had known each other for over ten years. “Hi, Hon,” she said. One or two? She asked.
“One for now. Me and Red are going to play a while. Do you have a toy kit?”
“Sure, let me get it for you.”
She handed me the standard kit with the various items I’d be using to play with Red. She was going to learn some tricks today. I was sure she was not going to like it.
“Thanks,” I said. “We’ll be back in an hour or so. Then you can have this one too.”
“Take your time. We have plenty of slots open.”
Dina:
“Heel,” Harmony said as we walked past the entire series of dog runs. Blackie was now being led to a gate. With the leash attached to my nose I couldn’t turn my head to see what they were going to do with her but I had the feeling that she’d be running up and down the path for the next few hours. According to what I heard I’d be in one of the dog runs shortly.
There were a lot of gates. The path must have been over two hundred yards long! I had never seen so many gates. When they had brought me to this place the last time I didn’t have to walk nearly so far. I had no idea they had so much area dedicated to teaching girls to become dogs. It was unbelievable! It was a nightmare.
It took quite some time to walk past all the gates and arrive on the far side of the facility. We reached a large grassy lawn, perhaps a hundred yards square. Some girls were fetching balls. Others were fetching sticks. I was now led to a free area of the lawn.
Harmony bent down and pressed a button on the control. The gag is disabled. I’m going to remove it now,” she said. “But the collar is still on. If you do anything other than bark you’ll pay for it. Understand?”
I barked loudly.
I was happy to have the gag out of my mouth. I could move my lips and breathe easier.
Harmony reached into the bag and retrieved a red ball. “You know what this is?” she asked.
“Arf!” I said. It was then I noticed my tail was wagging uncontrollably fast. I couldn’t make it stop!
“I see you know what we’re going to do,” she said with a smile. She threw the ball about fifty feet away. “Fetch!”
I just stood there staring at her. Then I screamed as she pressed the remote button and gave me the worst shock I’d ever received. “Fetch!” she repeated. I ran after the ball and grabbed it in my mouth. She yelled at me, “Get it all the way in your mouth.”
I pushed my face onto the ball and used the ground to press it behind my teeth. I felt like an animal! I started trotting back and she shocked me again. “Run back here,” she ordered. And I ran.
She took the ball from my mouth and patted me. “Want to try again?” she asked. Again my tail started wagging. I got the picture. I barked once. I knew if I did anything else there was pain to be delivered. She threw the ball again and I ran off after it. And I got shocked again. “Stay!” she said angrily.
“Don’t go until I tell you.” I turned to look at her expectantly. My tail started flipping back and forth. “OK, fetch!”
This time I ran as fast as I could on all fours, pushed the ball into my mouth, then returned to her holding my gagged mouth up to her proudly.
“Good girl,” she said as my tail started moving at hypersonic speed. “Very good girl!”
She threw the ball four more times and each time I rushed to stuff it in my mouth. I ignored the grass clippings and other stuff that got into my mouth and just did as she asked. I just didn’t want to get stung again.
She put the ball back after that and took out a leather covered stick. It had metal rings on each end. She threw that too. “Fetch!” she said.
I was winded but I ran after the stick with reckless abandon. When I returned she took it and immediately threw it before I could turn around to see where it had gone. “Fetch,” she said. This time I had to rush after it and search for the stick. I searched franticly for it. Then she called me and showed the stick in her hand. She tossed it in front of me and I grabbed it. I rushed back to her panting as hard as I ever had.
“Let’s take a break. I have a lot more toys but they can wait. Lay down on the grass,” she gently ordered.
She wanted me well rested for the next segment of our play time. To be truthful I almost found the game of fetch to be enjoyable. At least she wasn’t trying to impose some sort of discipline on me. Well, that wasn’t true. She wanted me to stay and then only go when she ordered. And she did shock me when she didn’t like what I was doing. But I understood her reasons. My God! I was actually accepting my role.
My tail bothered me. It didn’t hurt or itch. The problem was that it started moving on its own when we started playing our game. It’s like it was its own entity. I could stop it from wagging if I wanted to and I could start wagging it too. But sometimes when I wasn’t thinking about it the thing just started going on its own. It made me really feel subhuman.
I was sucking air pretty heavily. The workout was very tiring. I was grateful for the respite. As I laid on my side I watched Harmony sit down on the grass. She sat next to me and petted me. God help me. I liked it!
We laid there for almost ten minutes. I could see other girls being trained to fetch and play games. They gave us plenty of room so I didn’t get a good look at what they were throwing. One girl was fetching some sort of strange object that looked like a giant jack. But I couldn’t see it up close.
“Do you like Frisbee?” Harmony asked as she continued to pet me.
“Arf!” I barked.
“Get up. Let’s see how you handle this.”
I got up and my trainer told me to stay. She pulled a cloth Frisbee from her bag and walked about ten feet away. “Try and catch it in mid air.”
I was all ready when she threw it. She had a good technique. She spun it quickly with a flick of the wrist but threw it slowly toward me. It nearly hovered a foot above my head. I leapt for it and missed it with my teeth. I nearly cursed but instead just grabbed the toy with my teeth and ran back to Harmony. “You almost had it,” she said. “Let’s try again. Go back to where you were and wait,” she ordered.
I trotted about ten feet away and turned. “Ready?” she asked.
“Arf!” I barked as my tail started wagging uncontrollably.
“Here it comes!” The disk flew right toward me and sailed over my head. I quickly turned around and saw it sail backwards just slightly. It was at eye level. I jumped up and grabbed it. I got it! “Good girl!” she said. “Bring it here!”
I was really proud! I caught it. She patted my head and gave me a cream mint. “Very good girl!,” she kept saying.
We played like that for another twenty minutes. She’s throw the Frisbee and I’d try to catch it. I learned how to judge its speed and behavior more and more with each toss. In the beginning I only caught it once out of every five times. By the end I could catch nearly two out of three. I was pretty proud of that.
When we finished our fetch time she let me lay down again. “You have to get some time in the runs,” she said. “I’ll let you rest before I take you. You were awesome. Never had a puppy take to the tricks so quickly. I’m really proud of you,” she said as she now began massaging my shoulders.
I felt so strange. On one hand I felt humiliated to have to play the role of a dog. On the other hand I felt proud to be able to do all the tricks and follow commands as I had been given. But there was something more developing. I didn’t want to admit it but I was beginning to develop an admiration for my trainer. At the very least I felt we were connecting extremely well. I actually understood her.
The gag was back in and we were going back to the dog runs. I had to put my tongue back in its little home and march and bark like I had been taught. As a reward for being such a good puppy she didn’t use the nose leash. She just told me to heel. I did as she asked and followed obediently behind her. And I didn’t do it out of fear of punishment. I did it because I wanted to follow my trainer.
I spent the next two hours running up and down the dog run. It was boring. There were girls crawling on each side of me. When I reached the end the leash went slack and let me stick the brass wedge into a slot in the end. It was a water only slot and the hole was spring loaded. I had to press really hard to get the thing to give me water. After twenty seconds or so the leash tugged at my collar and I had to make a trip down and back. And I was given the chance to drink again.
Harmony watched me march for a short time then she disappeared. I heard her mention to her friend in the booth that she was going for breakfast. She would be grabbing Blackie and me in a little while. I didn’t know what was in store for us.