<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux<br/></strong><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<strong>There now, that wasn't so hard was it? This is the Kneel. You might be unused to it but your body has been genetically reconditioned. You're much tougher now, more lithe, more supple, much more flexible and strong. It'll take you a while to get used to the capabilities your muscles and body have but you will. Good old exercise will work you in nicely. These postures might feel odd now but in a month or two you'll happily hold them for hours. The dogs here sit in a similar posture beside their masters all day quite happily."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Genetic modification. I knew all about how it worked, of course. A few DNA tweaks here, a few snippets there, and bingo, your flexibility and stamina had increased God knows how many fold. I swallowed nervously, feeling very conscious of my body, knowing it was no longer the same as it had been before I'd been caught. It didn't quite feel my own. I tried desperately to think of the positive sides to this, but I struggled to push out the thoughts urging me to fuck and hump everything in sight. It was a true nightmare, being unable to think straight, unable to reason and rationalise, to think logically. In some ways it seemed even worse than a lobotomy- At least then you didn't have a care in the world...<br/><br/>I kept my eyes wide and open, fixed straight ahead as she circled me slowly, obviously taking me in from all angles. For every second that passed I wobbled less and less, though every now and then I did tip too far in one direction or another, each one threatening to ruin the pose and incur more of her wrath, something I did<em>not</em>want to do.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><br/>"You'll see at once the utility of the Kneel. The Sit is just for resting respectfully at your owner's side. The Kneel is for display. All of you is on show, tits, cunt, behind. Its for my enjoyment only, so it should be a posture that you are proud to hold and be asked to stay in. Looking at a pretty puppy pleases me. You've a fine body Candy, so let's work with the positives, hm? Please me and I will please you. Disappoint me and believe me, young lady I will most certainly disappoint you."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>She didn't really need to tell me. In this pose every part of me felt exposed, no patch of skin truly hidden from view.<strong><em>Proud...</em></strong>she'd said.<em>Proud</em>. How could I ever feel proud of being naked, ripped of all my humanity just for the enjoyment of some rich paying perverts? I may have been obeying, but I knew I'd never feel proud of this,<em>never</em>. She spoke of being kind if I pleased her, nasty if I didn't... why on Earth would she want to please me after dragging me so far down my face was buried in the dust? I would behave, I knew I would, but not for her false promise of pleasure. Her carrot was a lie, I was certain of it. Only her stick was real. I had felt its stinging blows, suffered from the marks it made, and did not want it to strike my poor body again if I could help it.<br/><br/>I watched as she entered my field of view again, bringing the cane up. I flinched, but she only rested it under my chin, raising my head up gently.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"And if you don't like these postures I can put you in other ones, much less agreeable.</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I saw in her eyes that she wasn't lying to me about this. I did<em>not </em>want to find out what poses she talked of. I gulped down a large amount of saliva building up uncomfortably again in my mouth, my exposed body trembling slightly. She turned back, reaching down for something in her bag, pulling out a small dark reddish pill-like... thing. I didn't dare refuse it, chewing only once and swallowing for fear of it tasting absolutely foul. I was slightly taken aback at the spicy, rather palatable taste I had not been expecting, and gladly swallowed the water to help cool down my slightly burning mouth.<br/><br/>I remained still in my finely balanced pose as she explained to me another command-<strong>Down</strong>. I whimpered a little, hoping I could remember them all, my orgasm-starved brain struggling to focus on her words. My attention was momentarily caught as the cane lifted my chin up again, allowing me to focus on her words, all very lightly tinged with menace. As she finished I nodded my head once, just once, as I kept my eyes locked on hers, some of my fear gone as the sedative started to diffuse into my bloodstream.<br/><br/>I was left kneeling in front of her as she drained her glass, oiling herself up, and again thoughts of her using her fingers on me, of having them slip between my dripping wet lips and finger fuck me to orgasm, filled my head. I began to worry about her ordering me to go down to the floor, knowing it would take a superhuman effort not to rub myself against the first item I found.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Now, we will just have a few slow circuits of the pool, just a walk round and round and you will get the hang of it. If you're a good bitch then Renée will have a little treat for you and we are not talking Puppy Snax this time."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>For the first time my eyes lit up brightly, before they quickly dimmed back to normal. I knew I'd been thinking of her offering me some form of release, but deep down I knew she'd only give me more water or loosen my collar a tad- anything but offer me orgasm, to crush my resistance (what a joke that was) further. Still, I couldn't refuse for fear of being smacked again, and anything had to be better than trying to maintain the kneel position for much longer.<br/><br/>I dropped out slowly of the kneel, suffering no cramps or strains, slipping down onto all fours again. I began to crawl after her slowly, just about keeping up, my eyes wandering about this time, and not fixed to the floor. All around me were people and their pets, some laying down comfortably, some knelt, just being watched by their owners. All the boy dogs had throbbing great erections, all leaking as much as I was, and I saw more than one eyeing me as I walked behind Ms. Prideux. It took all of my effort not to leap upon one boy dog as we passed him by, as he laid back on the ground, relaxed and comfortable, his erection at least nine inches long, dripping pearly fluid magnificently. I kept gazing at him, turning my head to keep my eye on him. As a result of not looking where I was going I crawled headlong into Ms. Prideux's behind, who had momentarily slowed down as I kept up my crawling pace.