LAURENNE MERIETH - Dog Cages, with Sunshine<br/>I love the expression on their faces when they realise that they have no choice but to submit. The tears make me feel like hugging them. And this puppy was no exception. She barked twice. "There there, good puppy." I took her in my arms and cuddled her. as I did I gently squeezed one of her breasts, feeling the milk in it. I rubbed my palm across her nipple and then licked the milk off. It tasted so good. I do love the taste of dog milk.<br/><br/>Of course it's very similar to human breast milk...<br/><br/>I noticed that she whimpered. It's natural for a dog to whimper when it wants something, so that is what our dogs are taught. I hadn't taught her that, yet, but maybe she had figured it out herself. "Do you want something my pet?"<br/><br/>As I waited to see how she would reply, I gently stroked her lower belly and her soft, smooth mound. I do like them to have a hairless mons. My fingers played gently around her labia, but refused to penetrate them, knowing this would drive her wild.<br/><br/>After she replied, I nodded, then explained something further as I led her obediently from the cage and toward the pool area.  "You need to know, my pet, that if you attempt to escape, if you attempt to attract attention in public to the fact that you can still think, speak and understand, you will be put down. This is because you and the others like you do not exist. What is more, the things done to you by the collection squad, they did not happen. If you try to tell people they do, you will be killed. Probably in as painful a way as possible..." Of course I didn't know this for sure, but it always made them think, the ones that thought death might be preferable.<br/><br/>"I assume you want to live. If you don't, say so now, out loud, and I will have you put down, humanely. If you want to live say nothing."