<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.msg3555825#msg3555825">Quote from: DngrMse on 30-08-2010, 00:21:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allain-Emelin Chodomer - Outdoor Play Areas With Scamp and Mimi<br/>"Very good, Scamp!  Much better, Mimi, but stop wiggling your rump around like a common street mutt."  <br/><br/>I knelt, digging into my pocket, and pulled out one of the little treats, most of us carried with us.  Much tastier than the dry kibble the dogs were usually fed on, and they had a mild sedative, very mild, incorporated in them.  Enough to take the edge of the suddenly frightening world The new dogs found themselves in.  Mimi wouldn't need one, I wanted her on edge for a while yet.  Naughty thing!  Scamp was doing his best though, and he deserved a reward.  I held the small round treat to his lips, and encouraged him to open up, then popped it inside his mouth.  I stroked my hand down Scamps back, then turned to Mimi.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Scamp looked up at the man, his bright blue eyes wide and timid. He kept his mouth shut for a moment, not wanting to take anything from this man, not wanting a 'reward' for 'behaving'. He didn't want to let go of the idea that he still had some say in his life. In the end however, he opened his mouth, feeling the man's intruding fingers - knowing where they had been - slide over his lips as he pops the treat inside. Chewing softly, he let out another small, pleasured sound at the hand running down his back.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I knelt half way between the two puppies, and turned to Scamp, and started teaching them the basics of being puppies at the club.  Scamp first, then Mimi, each of the few poses, and stances they would need to know.  Kneel up, being the first.  I positioned Scamp, up on his knees, back straight, and paws behind the small of his back.  "Very good Scamp."  I scratched him behind his doggy ears, and stroked my hand down his back, and patted him on his young puppy rump.  I left him in that position, to tease Mimi with a view of his puppy cock, so close, just in front of her, then worked Mimi into the same position.  "Slow, Mimi.  No bell, no ting ting ting!"   Leaving the pair facing each other, I taught them both to bark their answers to questions, twice for yes, once for no, the usual way things were done at the club.  </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"The basics" were tiring for someone who had been unable to sleep well for days if not weaks, trapped in an unfamiliar and bound position, sore, scared and disoriented. He waited, thighs trembling with his back erect, useless hands folded behind his back, chest and cock exposed, while he did the same to his female companion - Mimi it seemed her name was. His bark, a more familiar "bark" to his ears, was still timid - somewhere an owner with a thin-walled apartment was missing out. He almost slipped up as they were being taught, a question of 'What if we don't understand the question' ironically at the tip of his tongue before he swallowed it.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Excellent, both of you!  I think now it's time for a nice walk outside, so everyone can get a look at such lovely puppies.  Scamp, let Mimi set the pace, she's going to be moving slow.  Stay together, don't touch each other."  I gave a firm tug on the enema nozzle embedded in Mimi's rear, then stood, and gathered their leashes.  "Down, both of you, stay in front of me."  A bit of gentle prodding, and one decent swat to Mimi's ass, and I had them both moving down the corridor to the dog cages, then outside to the Garden.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He whimpered softly up at the man, knowing his humiliation was about to be compounded. The trainer's foot nudges him back onto all fours however, and another, slightly more firm, sends him in front of the man, carefully monitoring his speed so he didn't outrun the struggling girl, or force her to move faster and ring the bell dangling between her legs. He hesitates for a moment at the threshold and the bright, natural sun of the Garden, ducking his head slightly before the man's presence once more drove him forward.<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">An attendant held the door open for me, allowing us to pass through, and out into the warm afternoon soon.  <strong>"To the left, around the pool."</strong>  It was a fairly busy afternoon, with numerous members lounging around the pool, or in the grassy gardens, a number of the trained club dogs, liveried in their club uniforms were moving briskly among guests, taking orders, delivering orders, and in most cases being casually molested in the process of seeing to their duties.  The pool was the most crowded spot at the moment, and I wanted to get Mimi, and Scamp there, first, and get them both used to being seen, and generally touched.  With any luck, Mimi would soon be blushing even more furiously than she had been inside!<br/><br/>I kept my charges to the grass, just skirting the stone patio that marked the pool area, threading them past club members in various states of dress, and undress, and to a pair of grunting, fucking dogs, both blind to anything else near them, were I stopped Scamp and Mimi, letting them observe the little show.  <strong>"Mimi, Scamp....sit!"</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Scamp's unsteady pace, trying to keep ahead of the man but behind Mimi, continued as they circled around the pool. The sun was hot and the pool area crowded. Blinking his eyes in the brightness, he eyed the pool with envy. He...the old he...had liked to swim, and the water looked both cool and blissfully uncrowded. Idly, he wondered if it was possible to swim in his new state, or if he would simply flounder and drown. His thoughts were interrupted by the order to sit, and he obediently sank down, his rear on his ankles, back straight and arms down. A soft blush reached his cheeks as he watched the two dogs, and he ducked his head slightly.