I heard the sound of approaching footsteps long before the knock on the door.  It wasn't like the other outside sounds of people, and dogs moving about the pool area, and gardens.  These footsteps were distinctly different, there was purpose behind them, and they approached the door, instead of merely walking past it, like all the others did.  My ears swiveled toward the door, without any conscious thought to make them do so, they just did.  I recognized the man by his footsteps, one of the trainers, and cage attendants.  It felt odd to know all of that while Dr. Vernecoombe was clearly unaware that a man was just outside the door.  I heard him stop, and I sat up, staring pointedly at the door, when he knocked.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Stay right where you are..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>If she hadn't said that, I would have been on Pogo the second she turned her back.  I'd already tensed to do just that, ready to slam my cock into her the moment she'd turned for the door.  Instead, her command forced a frustrated whine from me, and I sat, and stared at Pogo, panting, and drooling.  I wasn't going to disobey, I wasn't, I couldn't.  If I did what she commanded, she'd let me fuck Pogo.  If I tried after she'd ordered me not to move, I'd never get any relief.  And I'd be punished.  I'd had a taste or two of that already, being denied any pleasure, or release, and walked around the garden, being forced to suck off other male dogs, those like me, and even the 'real' the dogs, or strapped into the stockade in the play room, while other dogs raped my ass.  No.  I'd wait.  I'd be good.<br/><br/>I stared at Pogo, she was still on her side, legs spread, and giving me a wonderful long look at her luscious cunt.  I tried to focus on what was happening at the door, but noticed only bits of the conversation.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "<em>....sorry to interrupt....need to take...Pogo, back....another dog..</em>."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Another dog?  I listened more intently.  They were taking Pogo?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Fine, fine, take her..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I sat up, staring at Dr. Vernecoombe's back, and  barked once, loud.  It was as close as I could come to shouting "No!".  Five more minutes!  She'd turned, and strode back too us, and suddenly afraid my bark had angered her, I rather crouched, and tried to pretend I hadn't barked at all.  She just tossed Pogo's leash to the trainer, and I was forced to stare, whining, as she was led out, giving me a last look at her split sex, and shifting rump, as she was taken from the play room.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<em>Roiyaru, it looks like you won't be getting to fuck Pogo today I'm afraid</em>."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Dr. Vernecoombe knelt by me, and explained that I wasn't going to be allowed to fuck Pogo, and my prospects for finding any relief for the constant gnawing hunger that just grew, and grew, were dimmed, if not outright extinguished.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<em>I'm going to go back to the cages, see if I can't find another bitch for you, OK?</em>."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I nodded, whining, and even leaned forward, to lick tentatively at her hand.  Ughh....I was begging, like a dog!  I couldn't help it, it wasn't just desire, like it had been when I was still a man.  This was simple need.  I had to have relief, I needed to fuck something, just as much as I needed to breathe.  She said something else about not being allowed to cum in her absence.  In her absence?  She wasn't taking me with her?  If she left me alone, even for a minute, I would have sucked myself to orgasm, surely she would know that.  I watched, with more than a little interest, as she walked to a wall decorated with various implements of doggy torture, and confinement.  Please, yes, just tie me up, and leave me alone for a minute!<br/><br/>She came back to me with an odd looking metal contraption that had not been used on me before, and placed it on me, neck first, then my paws, which I obediently held out to her, left first, then right.  There was no possibility of attempting any self gratification with that device on.  I couldn't sit, I couldn't reach my cock with my mouth, I couldn't do anything.  More frustration.  I laid down, wiggling my paws in their restraints, and just waited.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"OK Roiyaru, you should be safe like that. I'll be back as soon as I can."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I gave her two short barks, and watched as she left the play room.  Oh god, I would have happily fucked her too!  Anything.  As soon as the door swung close, I tried to find a way to get myself off, twisting, and bending, this way, and that, and the best I could manage was to lick my tongue just over the head of my cock, by stretching painfully to the side.  Ugh.  Completely stuck, I slumped to the floor, and stared at the door.  I hoped she would hurry back.