<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, the Play Room, with Pogo &amp; Roiyaru </strong><br/><br/>I smiled down at the pair, not quite able to imagine just how aroused these two must now be. I wouldn't be able to finish the order for them to mount before they started pounding away at one another. Well, they'd waited long enough, and it was about time that they-<br/><br/><em>*knock* *knock* *knock* </em><br/><br/>I turned towards the door of the playroom, frowning curiously. An interruption? Now, right before I gave these two puppies the command to fuck? Ugh...<br/><br/><strong>"Stay right where you are..."</strong>I muttered down to the two dogs irritably, making for the door. Whoever it was, I intended to deal with them quickly and get back to the two rented pets both gagging for it on the floor below me.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes? Can I help?" </strong>I said sharply, pulling open the door and glaring at the man who'd knocked- the ID pinned to his chest indicated that he was a club trainer. He shifted awkwardly on the spot, a clipboard in hand.<br/><br/><em>"Erm.. Dr. Vernecoombe.. I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm afraid I need to take..."</em>He glanced down at his clipboard, double checking the name on it,<em>"... Pogo, back to the cages. Reception hadn't logged a memo into the system... she's... well, she's already booked for someone else today..."</em>The trainer offered me a weak, apologetic smile, shrugging.<em>"I'm very sorry. If you want you can return to the cages and collect another dog..."</em><br/><br/><strong>"Another dog? I don't want..."</strong>I broke off, fuming. God fucking damn it... I didn't want another wretched mutt, I wanted Pogo. Not only had she been talking with Roiyaru, she'd wanted him, and he her... another dog wouldn't be half as good. But.. what bloody choice did I have?<br/><br/><strong>"Fine, fine, take her..."</strong>I snapped, walking into the room, throwing him her leash and turning to Roiyaru, kneeling down close to him. "Roiyaru, it looks like you won't be getting to fuck Pogo today I'm afraid. But, I'm going to go back to the cages, see if I can't find another bitch for you, OK?. In the meantime, I need to make sure you're not going to cum whilst I'm away." I stood back up, looking around me for something to put on him.<br/><br/>The play room walls were covered in BDSM equipment. Handcuffs, belts, canes, whips, long sections of different coloured and different textured rope, gag, clamps, Y-hooks, and a whole load of other stuff I still hadn't got round to using. One piece that I'd used once before caught my eye. It was a clean metal device (http://www.napasironworks.net/productpics/fiddle.gif) composed of three metal hoops and a two foot length of steel. On one end there was a large, singular ring, which clamped about the neck of whatever puppy had been chosen to wear it. On the the other end of the steel length were two small, adjacent rings, in which the front paws of the pet were locked into. In this way a puppy's paws were locked out in front of them, preventing them from touching themselves, and the steel bar jutting out, separating hand and face, prevented them from using their own drippy mouths to get themselves off. It was particularly convenient when tying a pup fully up wasn't practical. I lifted down the device and associated padlocks and keys, bringing it over to Roiyaru.<br/><br/><strong>"OK boy, hold still..."</strong>I murmured, gently clamping the piece around his neck, securing it with the first packlock.<strong>"Now, paws in boy."</strong>I gestured towards the now open hand restraints, locking his left then his right paws in securely. After checking the locks I stood up, pocketing the keys.<strong>"OK Roiyaru, you should be safe like that. I'll be back as soon as I can. If I come back to find you humping a cushion though..." </strong>I left him to imagine what the punishment would be.