<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3529861#msg3529861">Quote from: DngrMse on 24-08-2010, 23:30:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allain-Emelin Chodomer - DOG CAGES With Scamp and Mimi<br/>In passing, I turned to swat Scamp's bottom too, and called over my shoulder, <strong>"We're both going to be very good dogs now, yes?"</strong><br/><br/>I paused at the cabinet I'd rummaged through earlier, and considered a wide array of dangling weights, which came in different sizes, and shapes, some belled, some plain, ranging from 60 grams, up to half a kilo, and selected a nice bell for Mimi, 140 grams, the edge of it's delicately fluted rim was lined with tiny silver plated brass spikes.  Just the thing to keep her from rubbing those wet little thighs together.  I carried it, and the enema bag back to my charges, and sat the weighted bell on Scamp's back, just where his tail sprouted from the top of his rump.  <strong>"Don't move, Scamp."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Scamp yelped slightly, looking up at the man with a resentful expression. He hadn't done anything wrong, he had just been staying obediently where he was put. Why was he being hit? He grunted softly when the weight was pressed on his hips next to the unfamiliar appendage of his tail, trying to stop himself from shaking in fear. He nodded as best he could, watching him move to the girl.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You are going to help me teach Mimi to be a good little doggy."[/b]  I unsnapped the short tether from his collar, and tugged.  <strong>"Turn around here, and down we go."</strong>  I slipped a hand between his legs, tracing the tip of one finger from the base of his balls, to his puckered anus...pressing cruelly when appropriate, as he made his way awkwardly back down the stepped ramp.  <strong>"We learn to sit first, Scamp."</strong>  I adjusted his posture, knees, and ankles apart, the pressed down on the top of his hips, until he 'sat', with his ass resting on his heels.  <strong>"Your paws too..."</strong>, and shoving, pushing, and occasionaly swatting his rump, got him into position.  <strong>"This is easy Scamp.  This is "sitting."  Keep your tail up over your back, like so...and head high."</strong>  Once decently positioned, and displayed.....puppies weren't allowed to hide any part of their anatomy, and all the poses where designed to display them in complete detail...from wet pussies, and milk leaking tits, to hard, pre-cum slick cocks, they were on display.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He whimpered as he is tugged down from the table, the unfamiliar finger pressing against the tight entry of his rear when he failed to move fast enough. He ended up the floor, cowering slightly, looking up at the man with a confused, frightened expression, although he remained quiet. Between the occasional slap, shove and firm repositioning, he found himself kneeling on the floor, his legs spread, rear end pressed down onto his heels, tail suspended and back ramrod straight. His arms, and paws, are held in place as well, resulting in a very vulnerable, very exposed young puppyboy trembling on the smooth floor of the room.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I stroked Scamp, from the back of his head, down over his curved ass, <strong>"I'm bringing Mimi down now.  You bark at her, "bark bark!", when she's doing it right."<br/></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Despite his fear, the boy closed his eyes when the man's hand is placed on his head, letting out a soft moan of pleasure as the hand stroked down his back to the curve of his rear, a small line of pleasure shooting up his spine. Many of the pets, altered, trained and programmed respond strongly to pain, or to pleasure, driven to obey by relentless urges. It seemed this one might respond strongly to displays of affection. What that meant for his life here in the Club is something of an open question...