William Knoff - DOG ARRIVAL ROOM<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Oh yes I understand you Lucifer.. I understand you perfectly. You are E V I L.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>There was something odd about her voice, a slight slur, vague almost mispronunciations, and looking at her, there were things in her ears.  I really needed to look at her folder.  And there was a wet pool spreading across the floor from between her legs.  Poor thing was absolutely terrified, and had peed herself!  This was....absolutely delicious.<br/><br/><strong>"No, I'm not Lucifer, or any other devil you might imagine.  I'm a man, you're a dog, and I'm your new owner."</strong><br/><br/>I wanted to inspect her, and take my time doing it, a long humiliating inspection.  First, I needed her out of the puddle of piss she was sitting in, and up on one of the tables in the training area.  There were leashes, and 'persuaders', in the form of long switches, and crops hanging on the wall, and I stood to retrieve a stout leash, and a long supple crop that terminated in a small flat paddle.  I snapped the leash on her collar, and gave a tug, along with a light slap with the crop to her rump.<strong>"Come along, puppy, out of that puddle." </strong><br/><br/>She resisted, but with a few more not so gentle applications of the crop to her bottom, slap, slap, SLAP!, she relented, and I led her out the door, and to the left to the training area, and a shiny clean, and well lit stainless steel table in the corner, against the wall.  There was no apparent way for her to climb up on her own, not with the leg pieces that prevented her from standing, and mitts on her paws.<strong>"I'm going to lift you up onto the table, puppy."</strong>She was tiny, at most 5 feet tall, and couldn't possibly weigh more than 110 pounds, so I simply kneeled, gathered her quickly in my arms, and standing deposited her on top of the table.  There was a ring on the table, which was used to restrain dogs, and I threaded the leash through it, and snapped it's free end closed on a small hook on one leg of the table.<br/><br/><strong>"There now...."</strong>, I started, before a discreet "Ahem" interupted me.  I made sure my new dog was secure, then turned to find that it was the same trainer I'd spoken too a few minutes ago, and smiling agreeably, he handed me a thick envelope.  "Ah, thank you...uh...Gerard?"  I had a terrible time remembering the names of all the staff at the club, but, I might have got his right, as he smiled, and retreated.<br/><br/><strong>"Now then, puppy.  You'll need a name."  </strong>I turned, and walked back to the table, opening the envelope, and pulling out various documents, certificates, and descriptions of her conversion process, and began reading through it.