William Knoff - DOG TRAINING AREA<br/><br/><br/>She stopped screaming as quickly as she started, and she was staring at me, the heavy gag forcing her mouth open, strings of drool hanging from the corners of her mouth, and milky/clear liquid still drip, drip, dripping from her elongated teats.<strong>"That's better.  Let's start over.  You're a dog, a puppy, really, and like all puppies, you have a lot to learn.  I am your owner.  You might be thinking to yourself that animals don't think, or speak.  You're rather special in that regard."</strong>I slid my hand from the back of her head, down to her rump, giving her tail a light tug, letting her know it was there, and she truly was an animal now.  There was a last item I was going to check, and I moved slow, giving her time to realize, and consider exactly where my hand was going.  Under her tail, palm stretched across the split of her round ass, then down, dipping my fingers between her cheeks.<br/><br/><strong>"Once you learn, once you're properly trained up, there will be times you'll be allowed to speak, even have your hands free, and walk on your hind legs.  For that to happen, you have to learn to be the puppy you are."</strong><br/><br/>I found her puckered anus with my fingers, and I stopped there, waiting to see how she would react to my touch.<br/><br/><strong>"When you think you can control yourself, I'll remove your gag.  Just nod to me."</strong>