[EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 17:19:49</strong>
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				OH MY DOG!<br><br>An alternative parallel of our world set in contemporary times but with one major change to human history that stems from events at the time of the industrial revolution of the mid to late 1700s.<br><br><hr><br>Monaco, playground of the obscenely wealthy, a high society with a dark underbelly.<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MonacoView.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">The marina, hotels and hillsides made famous by Grand Prix motor racing.</span><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/CAE-GardensPool.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Les Club des Affaires Étrangères or CAE. A view from the private apartments looking down over the pool<br>and gardens. The red-roofed building houses the dining room and lounge bar. To the left the lower longer<br>building houses the cages and training rooms.</span><br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ForeignersClubPlanv2.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Plan of the CAE (not to scale). The arrow indicates the point-of-view of the photograph above it. The lower edge of the<br>plan faces the sea (south east).</span><br><br>1 - Main Entrance<br>2 - Security<br>3 - Reception<br>4 - Reception Managers Office<br>5 - Lounge and Bar<br>6 - Bar<br>7 - Dining Room<br>8 - Kitchens<br>9 - Kitchen Stores<br>10 - Kitchen Delivery Entrance<br>11 - Poolside Bar and Buffet<br>12 - Male and Female Changing<br>13 - Residents Private Entrance<br>14 - Palm Lounge (glass roofed, colonial wicker furniture)<br>15 - Main Garden Entrance<br>16 - Dog Cages (Staff accommodation over)<br>17 - Owner Inspection Area and Indoor Run<br>18 - Dog Training, Treatment, Grooming and Punishment (Staff accommodation over). Head Trainers Office, Inspection Tables.<br>19 - Dog Trainers Door to Garden<br>20 - Trainers Vestibule to Play Lounge<br>21 - Dog and Dog Supplies Delivery (Staff accommodation over)<br>22 - Delivery Truck Yard<br>23 - Milking Shed<br>24 - Private Apartment - Monsieur Marc (private doors to access gardens, kitchens and side street)<br>25 - Sun Patio with loungers, tables, trees. Al fresco dining also.<br>26 - Pool<br>27 - Gardens<br>28 - The Play Room. While dogs may be abused anywhere on the premises, the Play Room is where the more serious organised group abuses take place. It has numerous comfortable sofas and tables, a central circular stage, various items of torture and bondage equipment and a small number of private dungeons that can be rented by the hour.<br>29 - Residents rooms, suites and apartments.<br><br><br>NOTE THAT THIS THREAD COVERS ONLY AREAS 23-25-26-27, THE OUTDOOR AREAS OF THE CLUB WHERE MEMBERS AND DOGS MAY PLAY.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 19:40:35</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - AT THE POOLSIDE WITH CANDY<br><br>I came out of the Dog Cages (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3396142#msg3396142) and walked slowly down the short flight of wide stone steps to the sun patio and pool. There were more guests out here, a few swimming or drifting about on air beds, several sunning themselves on sun loungers - large areas of The Club were clothing optional. Some guests retained briefs or bikini bottoms but most were either topless or nude. A few dogs were around as well, some dozing in the shade of the trees at their owners side and some being exercised in the gardens and along the poolside.<br><br>A fine dog, well groomed and behaved and carrying itself with poise and grace is a status symbol. My own pet&nbsp; of course was obviously rented and inexperienced but today I wasn't here for the posing but to see how Candy behaved herself. I went across to a sun lounger, placed down my bags and got my towel out to drape across it. A waiter appeared at once, a very smart Labrador, black as the ace of spades and magnificently well hung. His ink black skin glossy with perfect health and his Negro curled hair trimmed very short. On his superb cock he was wearing some kind of polished steel rings against his stomach that incorporated weights and a ball divider. His massive erection, big as a black cucumber, dripped clear sweet liquid, his bound balls were big as plums and I thought he'd make a good dog to bring Candy into line if she misbehaved. As well as the bondage device on his scrotum the Labrador wore a white leather collar in place of his usual black one and white starched cotton cuffs - just cuffs - held on by lockable straps. These white accessories were The Club's means of identifying the dogs that were on staff duties - waiters and waitresses, bar staff, maids and so on. I did not need to look at the beefy Labrador's collar to know his name; he and I knew each other well. I had used and abused him several times... and screamed bloody blue murder while impaled on that cock of his too. His name was Caesar. Apart from the collar and the cock-and-ball torture device he was quite naked, no paws and thigh highs for him while on waiter duty. His cute ears flopped down a little and his tail was held briskly up to mid back and flicked from side to side as he waited to serve me.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ReneePrideux_02.jpg)</div> <strong>"Hello Caesar, how are you today? Hard again as usual I see. You dirty dog, there's no stopping you is there? Have you been up to no good today with that?"</strong> I put my hand down and held 'that'. It was hard and hot and at the side a vein throbbed with his pulse. He never batted an eyelid as I fondled him, running my hand to the end and tugging his foreskin back harshly until his thick purple-black head, shining beautifully and big as a peach, glistened. He was beautiful. I slithered my fingers through a veritable sea of boy-dog excitement, swirling them about his bulbous wet end, applying pressure until his eyes twitched a little and he made a funny noise of breath jetting through his nostrils. I fed him my wet fingers to lick clean. He did so obediently and instantly.<br><br><strong>"Hm, yes, you are quite the randy puppy aren't you? I may have a use for you later, though for now you can get me a drink. A Ricard. Lemonade. Ice. And today's <em>Le Monde</em>. Now chop-chop, let's see those firm doggy haunches work!"</strong> He nodded with a polite "Oui Madame," and went, his superb rump wiggling and his skin seeming to shimmer like oil on water.<br><br>I looped Candy's leash loosely over the arm of my sun lounger and getting my blue and orange dot bikini from my bag, placed it down and undressed. There are changing facilities but I'm not one to worry about those things. I go nude here often enough so stripping to put a swimsuit on matters not at all to me. I only wore my purple skin tight pants a thong and my halter top and soon all three items were folded away in my bag and in their place I wore my tie-side bikini. Just four tiny triangles held together with string. I put my high heeled strappy sandals back on and from my bag fished out my pair of big sunglasses and put those on too. There. Rich Bitch About Town. The simple look was complete.<br><br>My drink arrived and I gave Caesar's mighty stalk a vicious squeeze as a thank you. I signed the bar tab and he went away. I took up Candy's lead and my cane.<br><br><strong>"Now my girl. Let's see what you can do."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 22:56:34</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux</strong><br><br>I followed Ms. Prideux out of the cages, her having ignored my questions, just as I had expected. I squinted my eyes in the bright light, slowly adjusting to the outside. My eyes widened massively as I lifted my head, looking about me- Dear <strong>God</strong>. People. Animals. Were some... were some <em>standing</em>? I hesitated for a moment, taking in everything, only brought back to reality by a sharp tug on the leash. I followed on slowly, my head turning this was and that in disbelief. What on <em>Earth </em>was this place? were all these animals like me? How could they appear so happy, content? It defied my mind.<br><br>I watched as Ms. Prideux reached a deckchair, setting a towel upon it and... I jumped as the 'waiter' appeared. Jesus Christ... I stared up at him in complete silence, from his sturdy feet to his slightly floppy ears. Then, slowly, unable to stop myself, my eyes drifted down from his face and ears, and to his cock. Oh Gods, his cock... I tried to look away, but I was transfixed upon it, and again, my mind filled with images of him impaling me, of taking me and destroying me with his girth. Just us, by the pool, unrestrained, unrestricted. It filled my mind, neurons in my brain sparking more and more images, growing more and more violent. I shook my head again, trying desperately to stop the thoughts from occurring, but my pussy burned for release, leaking my clear sticky fluid, starting to run down my left leg. I couldn't stop looking or thinking.<br><br>My eyes remained fixed as Ms. Prideux toyed with his cock, talking to him as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I missed most of what she was saying, my brain driven only by my immense sexual urges. Every move she made... pulling back his foreskin, squeezing it, making the veins more pronounced, she was teasing me to the point I wanted to just have him take me there and then. Though I didn't realise it, I was edging closer towards the pair, shuffling an inch or two at a time. Suddenly, he was away, and I was left only with an image of his glorious behind. A wave of disappointment washed over me, before a small part of my brain tried to snap me out of my semi-trance. I turned slowly back to Ms Prideux, only to have another wave of desire crash over me as she stripped and changed into her blue and orange dot bikini. Jesus Christ, what was wrong with me... I wanted her to finger fuck me, to have her eat me out, to satisfy my cravings, and... oh God, there he was again. I watched, and found myself whimpering loudly as he left. I tried to think straight, but it was impossible. Unconsciously, my legs were together, starting to rub together, trying to bring myself off, to relieve the massive tension gripping my snatch.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Now my girl. Let's see what you can do."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I took a second to respond, my legs still rubbing furiously against one another. I realised quickly what I was doing, and stopped as quickly as I could, blushing red as I turned my head up to her face, butterflies filling my stomach.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 01:16:01</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH CANDY<br><br>As I spoke with Caesar and fondled him I caught sight from the corner of my eye of Candy. She was staring at the Labrador, her mouth dripping drool and her eyes filled with an unmistakable emotion. Lust. Aww, poor little Candy was on heat. I saw her haunches wiggling a little as she rubbed herself. What a naughty thing.<br><br>When I got changed I kept one eye on her too and was fairly sure I caught her staring at me as well. Maybe in the days when she was a human she had been straight, or maybe she had been bisexual, but now none of that mattered. She'd be mounted every which way by anyone who wanted her, man or woman, dog or bitch, cock or strap-on or fist or dildo. She would come to love them all equally. Judging from her small motions towards Caesar I didn't think she'd have a problem with cocks at least.<br><br>Which of course was a solid training tool in itself. Denial of pleasure. Bitches in heat could be driven almost insane by refusing them pleasure for... a week... two weeks. They'd be leaking so much wet they need extra water each day to rehydrate and of course with the promise of a bit of hanky-panky they'd be willing to do just about anything. Add to that my promise to cane them until they bled and they were always willing to <em>actually</em> do anything. Anything at all, no matter how debasing the acts were I demanded.<br><br>Ignoring the bitch and the spouted tirade of insolent questions she had asked as we left The Cages I sat down in my lounger, sipped my drink, comfortably crossed my legs and read the thin sheaf of papers which gave me all the details on Candy that the club had. It took me all of a couple of minutes during which the squirming dog continued to try and rub her thighs together. Eventually it became too much. I picked up my cane and briskly <em>swicked</em> it across the nearest tit. Not too hard but plenty hard enough to get her attention.<br><br><strong>"Stop fidgeting,"</strong> I scowled at her, removing my sunglasses so that she could see my eyes. I frowned. <strong>"One thing I can't bear is a bitch that fidgets. When you sit you will sit still. Let's get you familiar with the sitting posture first."</strong><br><br>I stood up, took her leash in my hand and moved to adjust her knees, back paws, front paws, back and head, pushing, shoving, smacking and so on until she was in exactly the posture I wanted.<br><br><strong>"There. This is the sitting position, When I say 'Sit!' you assume this position."</strong> Her back paws were about seven or eight inches apart, her knees eighteen inches apart. Her rump was pushed down hard on her heels and even pressed down between them somewhat. What this did was spread her buttocks and sex open and with her knees parted it meant her thighs were parted too making it quite impossible to rub her sex on anything or to stimulate it by pressing her thighs together. I had planted her front paws flat on the ground just outside her knees. I had put pressure on her back so her spine was a little dipped which caused her bust to push out.<br><br><strong>"Head up. Better. The point of this posture is three fold. It keeps you in one place. It prevents any bitch who might be feeling frisky from rubbing her legs together or seeking to gain pleasure by rubbing her naughty little cunt anywhere she shouldn't and lastly, with your back dipped, your head up and your front legs apart the posture displays your tits. That's very important because I like tits. I like to see them, grab them and cane them so you will make them available to me fully when you sit. Now, when you sit you also stay still. Having read this~"</strong> I waved the sheets of paper about, <strong>"~I know what is troubling you and unless I let you off your leash to play with the other doggies you DO. NOT. MOVE."</strong> Three more medium weight swats with the cane across those ample tits.<br><br><strong>"Good. Now your name is Candy in case you hadn't worked that out yet. My name is Renée and you will think of me in your head as 'Madame Owner' but you need not worry about addressing me correctly just yet because you are not going to. You are a dog. It does not matter that you can think and talk and walk and remember who President Lincoln was. When you are dressed as a dog, as you are now - NO TALKING."</strong> <em>Swikk! swipp!</em> Two more across her chest which wobbled and shook wonderfully when I hit it.<br><br><strong>"When you are required to act as a dog such as you are now, you only make dog noises. You can bark or make happy wuff-wuff sounds or whine if you want something, but no speaking. If you so much as utter a word without my permission I'll cane your tits so hard you'll wish they were torn off. You can communicate to me - two barks means yes and... well you don't say no. Ever. No is not a word we use around here. For 'no' you just shut the fuck up. Or two barks will do."</strong> I sipped my drink. Caesar returned with my copy of today's paper and I thanked him again with another teasing caress of his splendid dog-hood.<br><br><strong>"Clear so far, Candy?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 15:12:14</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux</strong><br><br>I stopped my wriggling, turning my attention to Ms. Prideux, but within seconds my legs had resumed their frustrated rubbing motion. I couldn't help myself. If I'd had my hands available to me I would have been fingering myself, to relieve myself, my pussy leaking, dripping onto the floor now. It didn't matter I was surrounded by people and animals. I just <em>had </em> to cum. I continued moving my legs, rubbing them furiously, the motion quite insufficient to bring me to and over the edge. It was unbelievably frustrating, and it showed in my face. Not that Ms. Prideux was watching me anyway, her attention focused on a sheet of paper in her hands. Suddenly my right breast erupted in pain. Not the dull ache I had suffered from for hours, but a sharp, stinging pain that made me yelp out loudly and snap my head up to Ms. Prideux, a thin length of wood in her hand. The cane had moved so fast that I hadn't seen it coming, and the simple fact was that my attention had been so focused on my sex that my reaction times had been seriously dulled. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Stop fidgeting. One thing I can't bear is a bitch that fidgets. When you sit you will sit still. Let's get you familiar with the sitting posture first."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I stopped moving immediately, but it was a struggle. My snatch still burned fiercely, wanting attention, but in a way it was lucky my breast was now stinging, diverting some of my attention away from the ache between my thighs. I remained still and silent as possible, aside from a few pants, as she moved my body about like I was some sort of ragdoll. I ended up yelping a good few times as she smacked me into the position she wanted, and eventually she stepped back<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"There. This is the sitting position, When I say 'Sit!' you assume this position."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I whimpered out loud. Positioned so, my sex was completely exposed, and there was no possible way I could move to rub it, as I tried to, shaking my lower half in a pathetic attempt to stimulate it. As she had intended, nothing. I looked down at my chest, blushing. Even though I was completely exposed, having my breasts, my much larger breasts, pushed out on display was somehow even more humiliating. Their weight dragged me down, and I fought to keep myself supported, an ache already beginning to run up my dipped spine. Jesus, how on Earth was I supposed to maintain this position, so exposed and contorted? My eyes looked up to Ms. Prideux, my mouth opening to utter some sort of plea, before she cut in confidently.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> Head up. Better. The point of this posture is three fold. It keeps you in one place. It prevents any bitch who might be feeling frisky from rubbing her legs together or seeking to gain pleasure by rubbing her naughty little cunt anywhere she shouldn't and lastly, with your back dipped, your head up and your front legs apart the posture displays your tits. That's very important because I like tits. I like to see them, grab them and cane them so you will make them available to me fully when you sit. Now, when you sit you also stay still. Having read this, I know what is troubling you and unless I let you off your leash to play with the other doggies you DO. NOT. MOVE."</strong> </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I listened in silence- or, as near to silence as I could managed, whimpering and panting alternately. She spoke slowly, letting every word sink it to achieve maximum impact. Was this why my breasts had been modified? To please perverted people like this mad woman before me? I grew sick at the very thought, of being just a toy to be moulded, my suffering insignificant. But even as I thought these things, I grew even more dejected. I hated it. I hated it, to be made to hold still, to display my breasts at will... but what could I possibly do to stop her? The feeling of utter helplessness washed over me, followed rapidly by another wave of pain as the cane swished and smacked down three more times, leaving red marks over my enlarged breasts. It was agony, the fiery pain only intensified by my aching, tender tits.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"Good. Now your name is Candy in case you hadn't worked that out yet. My name is Renée and you will think of me in your head as 'Madame Owner' but you need not worry about addressing me correctly just yet because you are not going to. You are a dog. It does not matter that you can think and talk and walk and remember who President Lincoln was. When you are dressed as a dog, as you are now - NO TALKING." </strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I didn't need to be told. I knew enough already. I tried to take in her name, what she wanted to be addressed as, but it was difficult focusing on much besides my sex and breasts. I shifted my weight from side to side, in a vain attempt to at least relieve my snatch, but it was useless. There was no way I could touch or rub it, not without obviously changing my position. Another two strikes brought me back into focus, tears welling in my eyes as I looked up at her. Had she not a drop of pity or mercy?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"When you are required to act as a dog such as you are now, you only make dog noises. You can bark or make happy wuff-wuff sounds or whine if you want something, but no speaking. If you so much as utter a word without my permission I'll cane your tits so hard you'll wish they were torn off. You can communicate to me - two barks means yes and... well you don't say no. Ever. No is not a word we use around here. For 'no' you just shut the fuck up. Or two barks will do."</strong> </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Now it was my voice being controlled. Not content with taking away my freedom, my hands, my ability to stand or to rub myself, and even to an extent my mind, locking it up with thoughts of fucking, she insisted on taking away one of the few remaining ties to my humanity. My ability to speak. I remained silent, looking up to the sky, my eyes wet with tears. I even missed Caesar as he came back with her drink. I knew I should have yelled and screamed out. I knew I should have told her <em>no, I am not going to do this anymore. Lobotomize me, because I'll never follow your rules. Go rot in hell you sick bitch, and take all your sick perverted friends with you. </em> I should have said it all. I should have said it all... <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Clear so far, Candy?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Ruff... Ruff..."</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 15:27:21</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH CANDY<br><br>She barked a yes. I was surprised. Few ever complied so soon. There were many variations ranging from sullen refusal to trying to escape to attempting to claw my eyes out. All these reactions had only got them a terrible whipping for their trouble but it was rare to meet one so compliant. Perhaps as a human she'd had a submissive streak. Perhaps she liked this?<br><br><strong>"Good girl."</strong> I sat up on the edge of the lounger and patted her head. <strong>"We're getting somewhere. Now, the kneeling position is next. It is very simple. From the 'Sit' you merely push your haunches up off your back paws and rise up until your back legs are vertical. Do not move your knees or your back paws. Your front paws are moved neatly to be crossed over in the small of your back. Your tits are thrust out more and your head lifted. Let us try it... Candy - Kneel <em>Up!</em>" I emphasized the last word sharply and raised my voice to make the command more one of a tonal value rather than just words.</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 15:49:49</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux</strong><br><br>The noise left my lips. It was no good. Often with friends we'd joked that in some sort of zombie apocalypse we'd all shelter somewhere, come out when the dust had settled and live off the land, fighting back against the remaining zombies in an epic battle for survival. My treatment here and corresponding actions had shown me how much of a coward I really was, afraid to fight back. I could only keep telling myself that it was to avoid unnecessary punishment, but I knew that was only a fraction of the reason. I was too scared to give up sanity, even at a cost as great as this. I remained looking up to the sky, tears welling up and cheeks burning as she patted me, patting me like the dog I was so easily becoming for her.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"We're getting somewhere. Now, the kneeling position is next. It is very simple. From the 'Sit' you merely push your haunches up off your back paws and rise up until your back legs are vertical. Do not move your knees or your back paws. Your front paws are moved neatly to be crossed over in the small of your back. Your tits are thrust out more and your head lifted. Let us try it... Candy - Kneel Up!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Paws. No longer hands. I listened to her words, remaining silent, though my tongue continued to hang out. I started to push up, but ended up applying too much force and lifted my hands a little too early. I wobbled for a few seconds, unstable with the added weight of my chest, and fell too quickly to fully catch myself. The end result was that I half crashed, half caught myself as I slammed into the ground, landing painfully on my tits. I was in agony, and it was all to much to keep in.<br><br><strong>"God damn it, why ME?"</strong> I screamed out, though it was more of a pained cry than anything, tears clogging my vision. <strong>WHY ME?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 16:06:59</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH CANDY<br><br>Here we go. Poor dear, it was very stressful for the new dogs. She overbalanced and fell flat on her face and began cursing and screaming.<br><br>Really, such a shameful display. I had been wise to not take her out in public yet.<br><br>I got up and stood over her, fists on hips. <strong>"Get up. Get up and shut up. You don't question why, it just <em>is</em>. It has happened and you accept and move on. You are a dog now. Deal with it. Trust me, I can be a very nice owner too. I've read your details and I know you want a cock and you want one bad. I can give you one - give you so much pleasure you'll be screaming the place down. Bitch dogs can cum a lot, have you not seen them frolicking in the park? You've seen them get mounted by boy dogs one after the other, for hours. Such pleasure they enjoy. Your new body has that same capacity to cum and cum and keep cumming. But you need to be obedient. I am not going to allow you any pleasure until you obey, shut up and we get some progress this afternoon. This is just the start of your training, there will be lots more tears before you will reach that stage where you take pride in being a dog."</strong><br><br>I laid my cane three or four times hard across her soft rump. <strong>"Now... Candy - kneel <em>up!</em>"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 16:44:01</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux</strong><br><br>I cursed her. Not out loud, but in my head, over and over, as I lay slumped ungainly on the floor. She knew what was on my mind. She knew what was occupying my every thought, and the aches I was feeling in my body. She was offering me the carrot as well as threatening me with the stick, and knew I'd bite the carrot. It was far too juicy a prospect for me to refuse, and the bitch knew it, telling me so, taunting me with the information. With the thought of multiple, pleasurable orgasms filling my mind, I slowly sat back up again into the sitting position, yelping in pain once more as the cane hit my behind, once, twice, three stinging times. I took a brief second to wipe away my tears with my left paw, my vision slightly clouded up. I positioned myself in the sitting pose, taking another moment to compose myself, glaring at her with slightly red rimmed eyes.<br><br>I rose up again, much slower than I had before, only raising my paws when I was sure I was balanced, or as balanced as I could possibly achieve. I wobbled again as my paws rose, my breasts threatening to unbalance me once again and send me crashing painfully to the floor for a second humiliating time. I remained knelt up this time, my paws moving behind me, crossing over behind my back, my chest thrust out a small way, my eyes fixed up on this devious, manipulating woman. My tongue hanging out and panting, I held the position with difficulty, wobbling every now and then uncomfortably as I constantly kept readjusting my tentative balance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 17:45:06</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH CANDY<br><br><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><br><br>As I spoke I walked around her, viewing her from all angles. It was my first chance to really appreciate her form and I saw what I liked. Her skin was uncoloured, her breasts of course I'd already had a good look at. Her nipples were long and thick and nicely swollen. Very chewable. Her thighs were powerful but not chubby, good running legs. Her behind was tight and smooth and a nice size, her waist small. I might tease her with a dog-corset at some point to squeeze her shape more, something pretty in a russet red to match her colouring, or maybe even a nice bottle green to contrast. Yes, physically she was excellent, we just had to work on the attitude a little.<br><br><strong>"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><br><br>I stopped in front of her and raising my cane tucked the tip of it under her chin, lifting it higher, making her head tilt back. <strong>"And if you don't like these postures I can put you in other ones, much less agreeable. Now..."</strong> I dropped my cane, went to my bag and fished out a treat. It was a small meat tablet, synthetic but nutritious with a spicy taste and packed full of energy. It also contained a very mild sedative that would help to take the edge off her fear and apprehension, just widen her capacity a little for new concepts and experiences.<br><br><strong>"Now you've been a good girl, so here's a small treat."</strong> I fed her the meat tablet and ruffled my hand fondly through her hair. Returning to my bag I took out a bottle of mineral water and holding it over her face, tilted it up and poured a little in her drooling open mouth.<br><br><strong>"Good. Another of the main postures I will use is 'Down'. When I say <em>dowwwwn</em>,"</strong> (I stressed the word with a deeper tone in my voice and clearly pointed ground-wards with a finger), <strong>"You will lie down. Now this posture is for relaxing and you may lay down in any manner you wish, on your side, on your belly - rump up or rump flat - curled in a ball, or if you feel like sunning yourself you can roll on your back. I do not mind. You are free to express your own doggy choices with the 'down' command. However,"</strong> the cane-tip went under her chin again, <strong>"You will not use the laying down posture as an opportunity to satisfy your mucky canine desires. Bitch in heat or not, you obey your owner always. The dumb dogs you usually see can't help it and will just hump up against anything, poor things, grinding their nethers on anything they can, but you are better than that. You'll be a properly obedient bitch and not wank yourself off on every pot plant, bump of grass or chair leg you can find. Such behaviour is disagreeable to me, it looks cheap and tacky not to mention that round the club the staff do not take kindly to puppy juice wiped everywhere. Makes the place smell like a farm. So if you do it by God I'll tan your hide."</strong><br><br>I put a few things away in my bag and drained my drink. I spent some moments applying sun oil to my shoulders, arms, upper breasts and stomach and my forehead and nose and then dropped the bottle back in my bag. <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><br><br>I tugged on her leash to encourage her down from the Kneel to all fours.<br><br><strong>"Walkies!"</strong> Putting my sunglasses back on I set off clockwise around the pool, my high heeled sandals clicking and nodding my head with friendly hellos to the members I knew well some of whom had also rented club dogs for the afternoon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 18:27:22</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 18:41:19</strong>
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				Charity - Pool/garden area<br><br>Oh my word.. the smells.. I could smell cooking.. and grass.. and dogs .. and people! My mind flooded with new colors and smells, and sounds.. I remembered I was naked.. but to be honest.. I was reveling in the delights of Hell.<br><br>I hung my tail. The Devil had won his first round. I was ashamed. I had forgotten my modesty and my shame.. and for one moment i had reacted like an animal.. pursuing the mindless delights of the senses. I held my head up and kept up with him. I tried not to look around me .. but I saw them all.. people.. pets. Some were lounging, some were chatting, dinning and some were.. I looked away. My cunny burned. I heard a pitiful whine. I wondered what they were doing to the poor creature that made that noise. I forced my eyes to the front. Pleasures of the flesh were evil. They were the gateway to eternal perdition. Papa said.<br><br>I walked past a waiter.. he was a massive black dog. I had never seen a male "thing" before. It was huge. I heard that poor creature whine again. I tried to ignore the pulsing in my hips. The lord is my Shepard. I clung to the verse etched in my heart - all the time my senses being assaulted by the wonders of Hell. Bombarded with pleasures beyond belief. I clung to that verse. I could smell that big black dog.. he was red and thumping.<br><br>My breasts swung under me.. my legs rubbed together.. making it hard for me to chant in my head.. I looked around.. the whining.. the miserable lamentation of the desolate..<br><br>..that was me. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 19:24:56</strong>
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				William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Unnamed Puppy<br><br>I angled to the right, heading at an oblique angle toward the pool.&nbsp; Keeping to the grass, crossing the paved walkways as they presented themselves, and moving much slower, giving my puppy plenty of time to take in her surroundings.&nbsp; A quick glance at her showed her tail down, almost between her legs.&nbsp; That wouldn't do.&nbsp; I gave her rump another swat with my crop, <strong>"Tail up, puppy.&nbsp; I'll not be seen walking a slouching cur around the club.&nbsp; You're a puppy, a happy, healthy, and energetic puppy.&nbsp; Learn to play that part."</strong><br><br>I saw Caesar walking in our direction, a massive black dog, in more ways than one, and I angled to intercept him, eager to test my dog, and get another ice cold drink in my hand.&nbsp; I parked in front of him as he approached, and with a light tug on my puppy's leash, commanded her to sit, directly in front of him, her face only two feet, if that, from his massive erection.&nbsp; One corrective tug to keep her head up, then I took my time considering my order.&nbsp; Scotch, of course, in a tumbler of ice, along with an ash tray, and I would in the shade near the milking pens.&nbsp; He took my order, and again, we were moving.&nbsp; I walked her past a few other people, most with pets in close attendance, one of which was being sexually abused by it's owner....or current owner, it looked like a club dog, then toward the milking pens.&nbsp; The garden was gently shaded, several lounges were scattered across the well manicured lawn, and I selected one that gave a good view of the pool, and tugging my almost forgotten paper from my back pocket, I sat.<br><br><strong>"Now, you, puppy, here next me.&nbsp; It's where I want you whenever I stop and sit.&nbsp; There's another command you need to know.&nbsp; It's "Down", which means you can lay down, in any position you like.&nbsp; You'll find the grass very soft, and comfortable, I think."</strong><br><br>I looped her leash around the arm rest of my lounge, and stretched out to consider the day's news, in English, which made it a much thinner paper than it's French counterpart. <strong> "Sit."</strong>&nbsp; My drink arrived, and I thanked Caesar, and signed for it, then took a long grateful sip as he turned to leave.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 20:35:46</strong>
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				Charity - Pool/garden<br><br>I sat as he had indicated previously. We were not out in the open and no one paid much attention. I did not want to sit. But the thought of him doing to me what that other person was doing to there dog terrified me. I made sure I was not looking at them. <br><br>I don't think I had been naked in front of someone since I was a child. I was horrified at the thought of never being allowed clothes again. I tried to suppress my shame at people seeing my body. I had far more pressing things to be ashamed of. The burn between my legs was steadily growing. every movement I made made me aware of it. I tried to concentrate on other things. That lead me to my breasts. The seamed to be producing milk. I wasn't sure if it was because I was pregnant or not. But they ached like crazy. My breasts were naturally heavy, but they were becoming excruciatingly painful as they filled with.. milk? <br><br>I had no idea what to do about it. I sat as still as I could, trying not to draw attention to myself. I chanted my prayer in my head. I focused on the meaning of each word. I looked around me quietly, trying to avoid the obvious disgust. I saw dogs, happy. Mistresses or Masters (demons) going about their daily business like it was an ordinary day. I wondered if the dogs were demons too.. or they were souls like me.. captured and twisted into instruments of lust. <br><br>I wasn't completely naive. I knew that the modifications to me were only to serve one ends. I wasn't sure exactly how they were served.. but I did know they were a sin.. in fact one of the worst. The parish would titter when the Pastor would scream from the pulpit.. he would raise his hands and you could smell the brimstone.. and he would thunder <br>"FUCK!! FORNICATION UNDER CARNAL KNOWLEDGE! The work of the DEVIL!" I couldn't hear it.. just like thunder.. but I sure could feel its conviction.<br><br>I didn't know what was going to happen.. but it was going to be soul damningly bad. I stared at Lucifer/William. I studied him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 15:11:36</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH CANDY<br><br>I led Candy slowly about the pool, keeping away from the hard poolside with its stone tiles and walking the grassed paths between the bushes nearer the private apartments. Several dogs were walking upright to and fro serving drinks and afternoon snacks, all nude except for the uniform collar and cuffs, the girls wet between the thighs, their bare breasts bouncing prettily and the boys sporting lovely erections. All of them wore happy 'eager to please' expressions. They were trained to - ordered to - only the most experienced and long-serving dogs got the chance to do staff jobs. It was a reward, a perk and their training and behaviour had to be the best in order for them to earn the privilege.<br><br>At the far side I met Keith Collins, an English chemist and his wife June. Keith had made his millions in recreational drugs and because he worked closely with the conversion industry he carried an exemption card which protected his wife too. It would not surprise me to learn if it was his patent on the Puppy Snax meat treat I'd fed Candy earlier. Keith and June owned a pair of dogs, a fine male German Shepherd called Max who was something of a brute, and a pretty petite Chow Chow who went by the name of Susie. Susie was originally Korean I think, or Chinese. She was tiny, only five feet tall and with such a sweet little Asian face, so placid and calm. Keith and June had ordered her to have her breasts greatly enlarged and on her tiny frame her D cups looked spectacular, wherever she crawled they swung about like crazy and I knew for a fact that this had been an intense humiliation for her when she had been a puppy. Apparently the girl had only had A cups when she was captured. June had chosen the breed and Susie was an all-over soft pale grey colour which included a specially frizzed-up wiry hair modification to her scalp hair. She also sported a very cute tall fluffy tail which she proudly held high and wagged a lot. It was wagging now as June petted her.<br><br>Because Susie was so tiny and Max so big, when their owners ordered him to couple with her the results were always exciting to watch. Despite her tiny size Susie clearly delighted in having such a huge object up her. She was such a sweet demure little thing normally but I knew she liked it rough, the dirty bitch.<br><br>Keith and June were talking at the poolside and I went over to speak with them. Susie was with June quietly at the Kneel while Max had been left lounging on the grass behind them. I stopped and we greeted each other but before I could even begin the conversation I was nudged in the bottom. I turned to look down. Candy had bumped into me.<br><br><strong>"Careless dog,"</strong> I scolded her, <strong>"Pay attention to where you're going."</strong> I glanced over to see what might have distracted her and there was Max, sprawled out on the grass on his back, legs and paws everywhere.<br><br><strong>"She's new. Just arrived today,"</strong> I explained to the couple regarding the dog at my side, <strong>"I'm her first so I've been giving her the basics but really she needs a good thorough session lasting a couple of weeks so she loses the silly rebellious streak she has now."</strong><br><br>"It's hardly surprising, considering what they must go through," Keith observed. He was always the realist.<br><br>"Yes, we nearly gave up on Lil Susie Pup, she was useless for weeks, we couldn't take her out in public at all, far too risky. But training helped, and bringing her back here helped too, didn't it, Lil Susie Pup?"<br><br>"Gao, gao!" The Chow Chow said happily, panting and rolling her eyes as June cuddled her breasts.<br><br>"Which is it this time, stick or carrot?" Keith asked.<br><br><strong>"I've not decided yet. I've only had her out of The Cages half an hour. I'm going to take her on a few circuits of the pool just to limber her up and get the measure of her personality, assess her gait and posture. She's a milker so her breasts are painful, she's told me so much already."</strong><br><br>"She's been talking?" June sounded shocked.<br><br><strong>"Yes. As I said, she's brand new and probably still in shock."</strong><br><br>"Have you thought of a ring gag? You can't use one outside but at least in here it will prevent her talking completely and so be a constant reinforcement. And she'll still be able to give the yes or no responses, and whine." June was always full of good ideas.<br><br><strong>"I hadn't thought of that, no."</strong><br><br>"Here, you can borrow ours. Max wears it sometimes. He hates having to suck boy dogs off but it's one of my little kinks to see boy doggies at it so we force him to take them in his mouth using it otherwise he might bite. So... it's quite a big one. I hope it fits." June got the gag out of her bag and gave it to me.<br><br>I thanked June and Keith and led Candy away. She seemed reluctant to leave Max who she had been watching throughout our conversation.<br><br><strong>"Candy wants a boy does she? Well you will have to be an especially good and obedient dog today to earn that reward my girl. Any more mistakes and <em>any</em> talking and you get this in your mouth."</strong> I waved the polished steel spider gag in front of her face, <strong>"Now, to stop you bumping into me and so I can keep an eye on you I want you to walk at the Lead. The Lead is where the doggy walks in front of its owner."</strong> I lengthened the leash, allowing several loops of leather off my wrist until Candy had two metres of slack. <strong>"You go ahead, as in 'leading' and I will steer you with tugs on your collar to left or right. At the same time you obey the 'Left' and 'Right' commands. Proper dogs get to recognize those commands so I'm sure you can. So... Lead On!"</strong> I swicked her neat rounded behind with my cane and let her walk ahead.<br><br>We went on through the gardens turning right past the milking shed and right again back towards where we had started. The other nice thing about the Lead is of course the dog is in view and I got a perfect display of Candy's bare backside and her wet sex and her dirty juices all shiny down her thighs. With the modifications and the added tail a dog's buttocks are not so tightly closed together like a human's are. The shape change is partly the extra musculature for the tail and partly so a dog won't smear mess all over its cheeks when it defecates. The other benefit of the Lead therefore, is that an owner can see the dogs perky little back door as well.<br><br>When a dog walks it carries a completely different gait to a human. Have you ever crawled about naked? When a woman is dressed she has a bra on and everything is held in place. If she walks upright naked its still not so bad, her breasts naturally lie on the ribs, they move yes, gravity and their fluidity demand that, but things are under control because the ribs are supportive and a person can control the pressure of her footfalls – it's natural and you’re used to it. But crawling on all fours you can’t do that, its an angular jerking gait and everything flops about and with so many bitches being given bigger cup sizes as dogs crawl they find to their discomfort that their breasts swing and bounce and sway and will not keep still. Of course a few months of such abuse and breasts would be ruined with stretch marks which is why as part of the processing females are almost always given additional supportive tissue at the bust which is why dog titties are so spectacularly perky. Its not a boob job as we humans knew of them a few years ago, its even better than that because it is all natural and yet the swing and sway is maintained as a bitch walks. When they learn the running gait its even better, big tits flap about like beach balls and it's so much fun to watch.<br><br>We slowly did two full circuits until after our second time past the milking shed I saw William lying back comfortably on a lounger reading the paper.<br><br><strong>"Hello William, I see you are relaxing. Your famous 'pure' dog still not arrived then?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 16:23:47</strong>
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				William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Unnamed Puppy<br><br>The paper didn't have much in it to hold my interest long, other than a somewhat lengthy article about A list regions having their conversion quota's increased...again.&nbsp; There would be no associated flood of new pets, as the conversion increases were designed to ease shortages of farm animals, cows and goats, mostly, for milk.&nbsp; I folded my paper up, and set it to the side, and glanced down at my new dog.&nbsp; Odd thing, calling me Lucifer.&nbsp; Twice she'd done that, and I wondered exactly what she believed was happening, and what had been done to her.&nbsp; Surely she remembered being picked up by the collection squad, and the long conversion process as well.&nbsp; <br><br>I reached down and stroked her head, and played with her ears.&nbsp; Regardless what she believed, she was behaving herself as well as could be expected.&nbsp; There was a bit more to learn, the simpler things, mostly how to behave on the leash, how to sit, lie down, kneel.&nbsp; She also needed to be milked.&nbsp; I knew her tits were hurting her, but until she whined for attention, she would suffer.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nudist-resorts.org/talk/data/mountainman/2007919195643_my%20nude%20pics%20plus%202007%20687.jpg)</div><br>I saw Renée working her way toward me, walking one of the new puppies, and looking particularly stunning in the tiny bikini she was wearing. As she approached, I smiled, eager to show off my own new dog, and hopefully demonstrate that she could at least 'sit' properly.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hello William, I see you are relaxing. Your famous 'pure' dog still not arrived then?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Hello Renée, yes, she's right here!"</strong>&nbsp; I glanced to my left where she'd just been, and saw nothing but her leash snaking behind my lounge.&nbsp; I turned further, and found her, sitting quietly, and peering out from behind my lounge.&nbsp; <strong>"Come here puppy, don't be rude."</strong>&nbsp; I gave a tug on her leash, and guided her back to my side, and ordered her to sit.&nbsp; <strong>"There, here she is!&nbsp; I'm already quite proud of her, though she's twice called me Lucifer already, a name I've already disabused her of using again.&nbsp; Now we're learning to bark, and whine, and once that's mastered, we're off to the milking shed.&nbsp; See?&nbsp; She's leaking something fierce, and I know her tits are aching.&nbsp; Aren't they, puppy?"</strong><br><br>I gave a little tug on her leash, and held my breath.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 16:54:11</strong>
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				Charity - Pool / gardens<br><br><br>I should have been very worried about my modesty.. but the ache in my cunny was driving it from my mind.. and the ache in my breasts was making them throb. I also figured these were demons.. modesty was not relevant to them. There was only so much flesh you could "delight" in before it was old hat. (Sorry Papa.) They were not human. <br><br>It was the rich chocolate coffee bean colored demon, she was beautiful to look at too not just smell. She had the radiant bright yellow dog with her.&nbsp; I watched her dog move.. she seemed a little uncomfortable with her breasts too. They must have been driving her crazy, they were so big, and full, and the nipples looked stretched taut. I blushed. I had never seen another woman naked - they were exquisite. I could tell her heat was rising though.. she was shifting between yellow and red.. and that lovely burnt orange color in between. She must have been going crazy.. she smelt so delicious and yummy!<br><br>I looked at her closely.. She was suffering. No - the dogs were not demons.. I could tell. They were tortured souls like me. <br><br>My breasts were like they were on fire. <br><strong><br>"See?&nbsp; She's leaking something fierce, and I know her tits are aching.&nbsp; Aren't they, puppy?"</strong><br><br>I whimpered gently.. involuntarily wincing as he drew my attention to the pain and away from the fervent prayer in my head. <br><br>I was hurting.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 20:13:39</strong>
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				LAURENNE MERIETH - Entering pool area from dog cages via palm lounge, with Sunshine<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqdM2CDTcyQ/SW2O1N9B7II/AAAAAAAAAJg/4Ce5i_7rzK0/s400/l_48f591a886844202994f27c9aee9e07c.jpg)</div> I Smiled contentedly as I led Sunshine into the... heh... sunshine! The name rather suited the little beagle pup, and I decided to keep it, but in French. <strong>"Éclaircie. That shall be your name, Ma chérie.</strong>" Pronounced eh-KLER-see, the word translates as a sunny spell, or a period of sunshine. I guess that's how I saw this&nbsp; awesomely pretty puppy. I was hoping against hope that this time I would find the right bitch, the one that could take the punishment without breaking. There was that little spark of defiance in her, I could see it in her eyes.<br><br>Right now, she was acting cowed, with her tail clamped firmly between her legs, because of my offer to euthanize her. I was watching her face and she was willing herself to speak, ashamed that her fear of death was greater than her fear of humiliation. Where there's life there's hope, is an old English saying.<br><br>We came to the poolside and there saw William and Renée with their new animals. "<strong>Ah, salut, mes amis. It is a beautiful afternoon n'est-ce pas? I would like you both to meet Éclaircie. I think the name suits her, non?"</strong><br><br>I took the sun lounger next to William. <strong>"Éclaircie, Sit"</strong>, I ordered. Once I got my pet into the correct posture, I smiled. <strong>"Stay!"</strong> And I dropped her lead. A bit of a risk, I know, but she knew the ultimate consequences of disobedience and had already accepted that she did not want them. I quickly pulled my dress over my head, revealing a petite white bikini, similar to the one worn by Ursula Andres in that Bond movie. I put on my sunglasses, and snapped a finger at one of the bitch waitresses. <strong>"Alors, Uhhh..."</strong> I squinted at the name tag dangling from her collar, <strong>"Trudie, Un grande Singapour Sling, S'il te plaise." </strong><br><br>"Oui maîtresse." She replied, and hurried off, tail wagging and breasts bobbling.<br><br>I looked up at Renée, who looked divine in a polka-dot bikini. <strong>"Ma Chérie, tu doit viendras chez moi, bientôt."</strong> <em>You must come to my place soon</em> <strong>"In that bikini I find you irrésistible."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 21:42:18</strong>
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				Sunshine, now Éclaircie – POOL AREA with LAURENNE MERIETH<br><br>I followed my new mistress outside, crawling along at her heels, just the way I used to see dogs being walked in Central Park. Funny how I never gave the creatures much notice then. I’d never been much of a dog person. But I found myself desperately trying to remember everything I’d ever noticed now … I wanted to be a good dog for my mistress. I didn’t want her to hurt me again. I wanted her to love me, feel sorry for me, maybe let me go someday …<br><br><em>You <strong>want</strong> her to hurt you again, though,</em> said a cold, stern voice inside my head. <em>That felt good, right? Her fist inside your ass … maybe she’ll fist your pussy next, or let some boy dog fuck you, or …</em><br><br>I felt a patch of wetness forming between my thighs. Such shameful, wicked thoughts! And they made me excited! I didn’t know what to think anymore …<br><br>When mistress took me outside, I stopped cold for a moment. But again, the collar dug harshly into my neck, and bit even more harshly as my mistress impatiently tugged on it. <em>I can’t go out there!</em> I thought. <em>I’m not wearing any clothes! I’m not a dog!</em> But my mistress still thought I was a dog … and I didn’t want to disappoint her. So I went out slowly at first, and with a few more insistent tugs, I was right at her heels again.<br><br>I looked around in wonder as I padded along. The pool was magnificent, with sparkling blue waters. The guests were all gorgeous, as though they’d stepped out of the pages of a fashion magazine. I even thought I recognized a few of the guests from the tabloids … these weren’t just the rich and famous, these were elite people of extreme wealth and taste. Or so I’d thought, up until today.<br><br>And then I noticed the servants … dogs? And it seemed some could … could <em>talk</em>?<br><br>I whimpered a little. <em>I’m not the only one,</em> I thought. Which was sadly comforting, in its own way, but … <em>she doesn’t feel sorry for them. She’s not letting them go. What chance do you have?</em><br><br>I followed my mistress, watching as she greeted two other people at the poolside, a man and a woman. Both had dogs of their own. I quickly looked at the dogs’ face, and saw a light in their eyes that I never saw in the dogs at Central Park … they were like me! And they had a slight air of defiance about them, too. And the dog with the woman … I found myself taking a step or two closer to her before being jerked back into place. She smelled so good, I just wanted to sniff her nether regions … she was wet like me, I just wanted to …<br><br>I shook my head again. <em>Stop being such a filthy fucking animal!</em> I thought bitterly. <em>You’re not a dog, so don’t fucking act like one!</em><br><br>When my mistress told me to sit, I tried to remember the posture I’d seen other dogs assume at the park, and tried to imitate the pose. I don’t think I did it well, but I hoped my mistress noticed I was trying. And when she said stay … I looked up at the other two dogs, watching the fight that was still in their eyes … and I hung my head so I didn’t have to look at them, or the disgusted looks in their faces. <br><br>And I stayed, with a stray tear or two running down my cheeks. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 22:09:33</strong>
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				LAURENNE MERIETH - poolside with Éclaircie<br><br>While waiting for Renée to answer my invitation - which I hoped she would realise was for rather more than just coffee, I gently petted my new bitch, stroking her softly. I hadn't missed the way she looked at Renée's Candy, and chuckled. "<strong>Zut alors, mon amie, I seenk my beetch, she fancies your beetch?</strong>" I slipped off the lounger and, un-clipping the lead from Éclaircie's collar, I slipped a hand through it ahd bodily dragged the bitch so her face was directly behind Candy's rump.<br><br>"<strong>Zere you are, Sweetie, 'ave a goot leeck!</strong>"<br><br>I waited a second or two to see if she would comply, then when she didn't, I whacked her pretty little bottom with the metal clip on the lead. "<strong>J'ai dit lèche! I said leeck!</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 22:46:48</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux</strong><br><br>I swore inwardly, and rather colourfully. How could I have been so stupid? I thanked my lucky stars I hadn't knocked her down, or caused her to do more than wobble for a moment. I forced my head away from the boy dog lying down, turning to face her, biting my lip. She was with two other people now, a man and a woman and.. Jesus... the poor dog with them had huge breasts. Even though they were about the size mine were now, they looked even bigger on her much more petite frame. How on Earth did she look so happy, her tail <em>wagging</em>? How could a girl possibly be so happy with breasts that must drag her down so heavily? My thoughts were quickly snapped to a close.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Careless dog,"</strong> <strong>"Pay attention to where you're going."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>I whimpered gently, head bowed down, hoping the scolding would be the worst punishment I'd get for my mistake. I was pretty sure I'd now lost any reward I would have gotten for behaving, so all there was left to motivate me was the stick, and that was motivation enough.<br><br>As she turned back I heard her engage in conversation with the couple I assumed that the scolding had been the 'punishment', and slowly my head turned back to the boy dog lying down. The words of the three people besides me melted into the background as my mind locked onto the dog, or, more appropriately, his huge erection. It really was a beast, at a guess ten inches long now I looked closer, and it was shining with copious amounts of pre-cum he was leaking almost continuously. Each pearly white drop dipped from his swollen purple tip and ran down to the base of his shaft, some even managing to wet his two enormous balls, swollen up slightly. I struggled to imagine how he remained so relaxed, laying there so serenely. He <em>must </em> have been just as desperate as I to fuck, and yet here I was, sweating and only just holding on. I would have kept staring all afternoon, or, more likely now I thought about it, I would have liked to have fucked him all afternoon. But it was not to be. A sharp tug upon my collar forced my attention very reluctantly back to Ms. Prideux.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Candy wants a boy does she? Well you will have to be an especially good and obedient dog today to earn that reward my girl. Any more mistakes and <em>any</em> talking and you get this in your mouth."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Once again my eyes lit up, and this time stayed lit up for a few seconds. Perhaps the carrot really <em>was </em>real... but letting her let him fuck me? It seemed far too good to be true, but I wasn't about to blow that impossibly slim chance by misbehaving. Besides, the rather painful looking device in front of me was enough incentive to keep me silent. It truly was a fearsome looking device, with four metal wires pushing out from the solid metal ring in the middle. It looked far too large for my mouth, but I knew though that if this woman wanted it in my mouth, it would <em>go </em> in my mouth, even if my jaw had to be forced by her hand.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <strong>"Now, to stop you bumping into me and so I can keep an eye on you I want you to walk at the Lead. The Lead is where the doggy walks in front of its owner.</strong> <strong>You go ahead, as in 'leading' and I will steer you with tugs on your collar to left or right. At the same time you obey the 'Left' and 'Right' commands. Proper dogs get to recognize those commands so I'm sure you can. So... Lead On!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I yelped as the cane was brought down upon me. I couldn't help it, and hoped Ms. Prideux didn't consider it speaking. I made my way in front of her, and started to walk. Somehow, impossibly, it was even more humiliating than just being led- not only did I have to look up to avoid crashing into any people or dogs, I was being directed, forced to respond to her orders as well. At least when I was behind I just had to follow.<br><br>I knew that she had a view of my behind as I walked. She must have seen my thighs, close to shining now with the amount of juice that had and continued to drip down from my pussy like a leaky tap. Was it always going to be like this? Would I always be so desperate to be fucked by.. well, anything? Right now I didn't care if it was by a cock, by fingers, by a toy... I found myself momentarily distracted by a thrown stick. Oh God, I wanted that in me to. I wanted to be fucked by a stick. The only thing that stopped me from screaming out in frustration or running off to hump something was the slim chance of being properly fucked by that huge boy dog far behind us. And the carrot was slowly becoming less effective in maintaining my composure.<br><br>In some ways it was better that my pussy was aching so. Though of course I felt it, the ache was masking another pain- that of my swinging breasts. They'd been swinging left and right, all over the place as I crawled, and would have caused me immense discomfort had I been conscious of the pain. My attention remained, almost fortunately, on my aching slit, and passing by the great boy dog again only helped keep my mind diverted. As we stopped, my mind supplying me a constant stream of erotic images, I completely failed to notice a few drips of milk easing from my enlarged nipples. My breasts were full to bursting after several hours, and had been forced to try and ease the pressure, though a few drops did nothing to ease any of the ache. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 23:56:31</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH WILLIAM AND LAURENNE AND BITCHES<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hello Renée, yes, she's right here! Come here puppy, don't be rude."<br><br>"There, here she is! I'm already quite proud of her, though she's twice called me Lucifer already, a name I've already disabused her of using again. Now we're learning to bark, and whine, and once that's mastered, we're off to the milking shed. See? She's leaking something fierce, and I know her tits are aching. Aren't they, puppy?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Why hello! Aren't you a pretty one?"</strong> I bent over to peer round the lounger at her, smiling, then when William brought her out I squatted in front of the Cocker Spaniel and ran a hand over her long soft ears. She was very small yet very curvy with stupendous breasts. She looked very nervous though, which was to be expected. <strong>"Awww! You are just <em>adorable</em> aren't you? What a pretty puppy. You be good for Master William now, he can be a rather Bad Man if you are a disobedient doggy. There, there."</strong> I gave her a kiss on the forehead and I stood up to speak with William, <strong>"So she's a virgin too? Amazing. I didn't think virgin dogs existed, it must be a chance in a million she didn't get deflowered a dozen times on the way here. Well, best of luck with her. Will you be mounting her publicly the first time so we can all cheer you on and celebrate... well, I think it must be a first in the history of The Club."</strong><br><br>We talked for a few moments of his plans and then I introduced my dog.<br><br><strong>"This is Candy, first day in a new and exciting life eh, Candy sweetie? I'm just renting her but its the first breaking in session so that's always fun. I love their reactions when it dawns on them how much fun this can be when they're usually fixated on the fear and rage and injustices of it all. Silly thing!"</strong> I added in a cuter tone and I fluffed a hand through Candy's dark red mane of hair.<br><br><strong>"We've had a few issues with talking but I think she's getting the hang of some basic postures and pacing."</strong><br><br>I perched on a lounger next to William.<br><br><strong>"Milking? Are you going to? That might be a bit traumatic for her on a first day. I was going to take care of Candy manually later but if you're going to have... you've not named her yet, hm? Well, if you're going to have your little bitch milked I might put Candy in a stall beside her so they can keep each other company."</strong><br><br>Then Laurenne arrived with her new acquisition, the sweet little Beagle I'd left her fawning over and anally exploring earlier.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah, salut, mes amis. It is a beautiful afternoon n'est-ce pas? I would like you both to meet Éclaircie. I think the name suits her, non?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Hello again Laurenne. Absolutely, its a very pretty name."</strong> This puppy too was very sweet, then again Monsieur Marc never wasted his members' time with ugly dogs, so quality of appearance was the minimum one could expect. Suitable temperament was the next. How he did it I don't know but he must have fingers in pies everywhere to be able to keep up such an abundant and downright sexy cavalcade of fresh meat through his clubs doors every month. No wonder the membership fees were so high.<br><br>Laurenne ordered a drink and I decided to go for my fourth Ricard of the afternoon. I was walking back to the boat so there was no issue with being drunk in charge. I also asked the pretty waitress to bring me a large drinking bowl of chilled water. Our dogs must be thirsty out here in the sun.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ma Chérie, tu doit viendras chez moi, bientôt. In that bikini I find you irrésistible."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I smiled at her and winked, <strong>"Now there's an interesting idea. Perhaps I shall bring Candy if she isn't being rented by another member. Then she and Éclaircie can get to know each other. Do you plan to buy her outright or just rent?"</strong><br><br>Laurenne then saw her dog looking at Candy and invited her to have a sniff, no, ordered her to. I laughed. <strong>"Up Candy, all fours,"</strong> Candy had been sitting and with her rump raised the Beagle could now get her nose and tongue around behind Candy to sniff where she was dripping.<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/CandyBody01.jpg)<br><br><strong>"You'll need to keep her under control Laurenne darling, I don't want Candy having too much fun, I'm withholding any pleasure for her until we get some more training done today."</strong> Nevertheless I watched with interest to see if the Beagle - who had been human a week ago, maybe less - would actually lick what to her would be another girl's sex, right here out in the open with people strolling past.<br><br>When Laurenne took her dress off it was actually difficult to choose what to look at - <em>the</em> puppies or <em>her</em> puppies. She looked wonderful in the white bikini and was clearly taking care of her figure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 10:01:11</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux and other unknown owners &amp; dogs</strong><br><br>More people.. I dearly hoped she wouldn't talk for long. If the carrot was coming I wanted it sooner rather than later, and if it wasn't I'd rather be put out of my misery... that too sooner, rather than later. I caught snippets of the conversation Ms. Prideux was having with the man, also with a dog of his own, but most of what I heard meant little to me, until<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>...didn't think virgin dogs existed, it must be a chance in a million she didn't get deflowered a dozen times on the way here..."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>My mind flicked back to my journey, nothing but a series of dim, cloudy memoires. I must have been sedated for most of the trip.. was I raped on the way here? Had men taken my limp body and... I shook my head, my ears flopping. It was stupid to think about it. What had happened had happened, and I thanked God I couldn't remember anything if it had. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I only caught the end of what Ms. Prideux was saying to me and the man.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>-when it dawns on them how much fun this can be when they're usually fixated on the fear and rage and injustices of it all. Silly thing!"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I looked up as soon as I caught her talking, hoping I hadn't missed anything. As she patted my head, another thought entered it- did she really care for my wellbeing? After all this, did she? I wanted to think she did, but that little, optimistic part of me knew that when crushed, it'd send me even deeper into despair. I tried to blank it out, overpower it with my pessimism, but it refused to be properly forgotten.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Milking? Are you going to? That might be a bit traumatic for her on a first day. I was going to take care of Candy manually later but if you're going to have... you've not named her yet, hm? Well, if you're going to have your little bitch milked I might put Candy in a stall beside her so they can keep each other company."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Milking</strong>? The word caught my attention as Ms. Prideux sat down. Milking? My brow furrowed for an instant, before my eyes lit up as another puzzle piece slotted into place. My breasts! They were... I bowed my head down to look at my chest, eyes widening in shock. There was a milky white drop of liquid at the end of each nipple, and as I looked down to the floor I saw two very small puddles, both quickly evaporating in the sun. That was why my breasts were heavy and aching. They were full of milk. And I was lactating... My attention was drawn to my breasts now, and the pain was brought more sharply into focus. It- Suddenly, another part of Ms. Prideux's sentense floated back into my mind...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>if you're going to have your little bitch milked I might put Candy in a stall beside her...</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Stalls? Surely they couldn't have been talking about milking stalls? They couldn't.. could they? I began to whimper loudly- they did mean it. I knew they meant it. I didn't want to be milked. I didn't want to be hooked up to some damn machine... did I? The ache in my breasts remained, and I knew now that it would remain <span class="bbc_u">until</span> I was milked. I was caught in a dilemma of both wanting and not wanting to be relieved. It was horrible. <br><br>I was so wrapped up in my thoughts of milking I barely noticed the dog that had been looking at me, another female who looked just as miserable as I felt. I tried to feel sorry for her, I really did, but I was suffering too much humiliation myself.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Up Candy, all fours,"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I slowly rose up onto all fours, knowing why she'd made me do it- through her thick French accent I'd heard the other woman order her dog to lick me. I burnt red, this time out of shame. I knew the girl now behind me must have been captured and been an animal like me for about as long as I had. I knew she must have been suffering just as much as me, and knew that to lick me would only increase her own embarrassment... But I wanted her to lick me. I wanted her to lose control and bring me to orgasm with her warm, wet tongue. I didn't know how to do it, but I focused my mind on my behind... on my tail. Effortlessly it starting wagging side to side- I had full control of its motion. I kept it wagging and I gently shook my behind- I was inviting her to lick. It was pathetic, and I knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:23:30</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH WILLIAM AND LAURENNE AND BITCHES<br><br>I giggled loudly, a hand over my mouth.<br><br><strong>"Oh, look at my dog! She wants it! <em>Candy!</em> I never guessed, you <em>naughty</em> little puppy. Wagging your tail and wiggling your rear like that. That's how bitches give the 'come get some' signal to boy dogs. I've not taught you that yet. You <em>are</em> learning fast!"</strong> I laughed some more, entirely at the two animals' expense.<br><br><strong>"And Candy's a lezzy puppy too! What a cheap easy doggy you are! Don't you go enjoying yourself too much my girl or you'll suffer."</strong> I changed my tone suddenly to a darker more serious voice with that last sentence. I rested my cane lightly on Candy's rump. Any signs of mounting pleasure and I'd cane the daylights out of her.<br><br>In fact... hm... yes, I decided what I would do right then and there...
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				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:23:37</strong>
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				William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Unnamed Puppy, And Friends<br><br><strong>"Yes, she is a virgin.&nbsp; Cost me a small fortune too.&nbsp; But why not spend extra to get something truly unique, something the Labs don't normally provide?"</strong><br><br>I smiled benevolently down at my puppy, and ruffled my hand through her hair.&nbsp; She had been expensive, twice the cost of a normal "special" dog.&nbsp; An eye watering sum, an amount I never, as a younger man, even suspected existed.&nbsp; She represented the largest single purchase I'd ever made, outside of my yacht, and I was still experiencing nose bleeds over that expense.&nbsp; But this little expenditure was going to be worth it.&nbsp; I slipped a hand beneath her tail...which was sagging, and which I gave a rude pinch to bring it back up in the gentle curve I expected.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nudist-resorts.org/talk/data/mountainman/2007919195643_my%20nude%20pics%20plus%202007%20687.jpg)</div><br><strong>"The most amazing part, Renée, is that she still doesn't realize what's going on.&nbsp; She believes I'm the devil, called me Lucifer twice now"</strong><br><br>I finished off my drink, third for the day, and I was in the mood for a fourth, possibly more beyond that.&nbsp; I was already feeling the false siren's song of the casino calling to me.&nbsp; How fun would it be to have my puppy at my side?&nbsp; It was a pity she wasn't ready yet.&nbsp; I was already longing to see the burning blush of shame coloring her features as I paraded her past the various high stakes tables, knowing that other patrons would pause, and take the opportunity to gaze at her exposed, and wet sex as we passed!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Milking? Are you going to? That might be a bit traumatic for her on a first day. I was going to take care of Candy manually later but if you're going to have... you've not named her yet, hm?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Well, manually would be fun too, Renée, and I do want her to grow accustomed to my touch, and become dependent on me for relief.&nbsp; I'm toying with naming her Cherri.&nbsp; I wanted to walk her around a bit first though, to get a measure of her personality.&nbsp; So this is Candy?&nbsp; She's lovely, and her name suits her.&nbsp; Are you ever going to make the leap from renter, to owner, Renée?"</strong><br><br>I looked over at Candy, and looked her over as well.&nbsp; A setter, I thought, and a definite looker.&nbsp; She really was nicely matched with Renée Prideux, having that innocent, and afraid, yet hungry look on her face.&nbsp; The new ones were always fun.&nbsp; I leaned over and ruffled my fingers through her hair, <strong>"Hello Candy.&nbsp; You're a pretty little puppy.&nbsp; I do hope you're behaving."</strong><br><br>I saw Laurenne walking towards us with her puppy in tow.&nbsp; A nice little group was forming, and it was shaping up to be a pleasant afternoon.&nbsp; I turned my attention back to Renée for a moment, <strong>"As for taking her the first time, I haven't decided where or when yet.&nbsp; I will leave her to suffer for a while though, until she's trained up some."</strong><br><br>I waved, as Laurenne approached, and introduced Éclaircie.&nbsp; <strong>"She's lovely, Laurenne!&nbsp; And you have such a way with names."</strong>&nbsp; I gently stroked Cherri, and introduced her as well...by her new name, for the first time.&nbsp; As Laurenne waved for the attention of a waiter, and placed her order, I held my glass up, and ordered another.
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				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:34:12</strong>
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				Éclaircie – POOL AREA with LAURENNE MERIETH<br><br>The blood from my face drained away as my mistress casually mentioned that I liked the other dog. I don’t know what was worse … that she noticed my stupid, shameless, animal wants, or that she called me a bitch … or that she expected me to … to &nbsp;… to act like a dog in heat? In public? With … with so many people <em>watching</em>? I remembered watching dogs in heat mating in the park once, it was just disgusting to watch. Just mindless filth. And I remembered a bunch of boys pointing and laughing as the boy dog mounted the girl dog and hammered away at her, dumb happy smiles on their faces.<br><br>What if people laughed at me like that? I couldn’t take it …<br><br>But there was something even worse.<br><br>The other woman – the friend of my new mistress – I heard her ask my mistress if she intended to <em><strong>rent or buy me.</strong></em><br><br>I hadn’t even considered that possibility before. I just thought my mistress was my mistress, forever, or at least until I could convince her that I was a person. But … what if I was just some toy to be used for the afternoon? I started rapidly looking around the pool area, at all the other guests … what if the man my mistress had spoken with wanted me? What if <em>he</em> started to use me? I couldn’t … what if … what if all of them …<br><br>I started to panic.<br><br>“Don’t …” I whispered hoarsely, but my mistress paid no attention. She grabbed me by the collar and hauled me over to the other dog, who had lewdly raised its rump towards me. I could see her glistening sex … her wanton juices had started to spread to her thighs as well. A musky scent filled the air. It smelled so good, and it made me feel so warm inside …<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.msg3408684#msg3408684">Quote from: Chrystal on 03-08-2010, 22:09:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"<strong>Zere you are, Sweetie, 'ave a goot leeck!</strong>" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I whined softly. I knew I’d screwed up by speaking a moment before, and I didn’t want to screw up again. So I softly shook my head, hoping this was a joke. My face buried in some dog’s pussy … I was already grossed out by the idea that I’d been brought this low, and grossed out more by my own dew starting to leak out of my slit … I could even feel it starting to coat the pendant that pierced my engorged clit.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.msg3408684#msg3408684">Quote from: Chrystal on 03-08-2010, 22:09:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I waited a second or two to see if she would comply, then when she didn't, I whacked her pretty little bottom with the metal clip on the lead. "<strong>J'ai dit lèche! I said leeck!</strong>" </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I yelped with pain at that, but that was a good thing. I think. Because it snapped me out of my misery for a moment, and I suddenly realized – <em>if you do what mistress wants, she’ll buy you. And then she’ll love you. And then maybe she’ll let you go …</em><br><br>So I closed my eyes, and took a long, slow swipe of the other girl’s … the other <em>dog’s</em> slit with my tongue. It had a heavy, tangy taste to it … I’d never eaten another girl’s pussy when I was a … well, before I’d been captured … I didn’t think I’d like it. I had dim memories of eating some scientist’s pussy after being captured, and that was all sorts of hazy, but I didn’t like that.<br><br>I hated myself. I loved <em>this</em>.<br><br>I gave the dog’s pussy another slow lick, then another. It was ambrosia. So I just buried my face between those lovely ass cheeks of hers and started to savagely lap away at her, shoving my tongue within the puffy folds of her sopping sex and drinking in as much of her juices as I could, letting them wantonly smear across my face.<br><br><em>It’s so mistress will love you,</em> I kept telling myself. Even though, deep down, I really didn’t believe that.
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				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 22:06:16</strong>
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				LAURENNE MERIETH - pool area with Éclaircie; talking with Renée<br><br>I decided to overlook the one little slip. It was clear that the lovely little thing was trying and she didn't deserve punishment for an honest mistake, not yet, anyway. I would punish her for it later. "<strong>Alors, zat ees enough, you must not geef ze ozzer beetch ze plaisir.</strong>" I yanked Éclaircie away from Candy's rump, giggling. "<strong>I seenk my beagle aime bien votre chienne,</strong>" <em>she likes your bitch</em> "Mais ois ma chérie, you should definitely breeng 'er."<br><br>I considered the question. "<strong>Je ne sais pas tout de suit.</strong>" <em>I haven't decided just yet.</em> "I may buy 'er if she ees able to tolerate ze pain... She 'as deja decidee to leefe...&nbsp; I seenk she will do ver' well."<br><br>I lay back on the sun lounger and relaxed, "<strong>Éclaircie, viens ici. Come 'ere. Et bas toi, lie down</strong>." I grinned up at Renée, allowing a nipple to peek over my bikini top. I spoke in French "<strong>She's going to have to learn to understand commands in French, because that's all I speak at home, Isn't it?</strong>" I spread my legs, allowing the sun to warm the damp patch on the crotch of my bikini,&nbsp; but also allowing Renée to see it. The woman had a bad habbit of turning me on just by her presence, and yet so far she had never accepted any of my invitations unless there was no chance of us actually <em>doing</em> anything.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 01:03:01</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH WILLIAM AND LAURENNE AND BITCHES<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ReneePrideux_Avatar_01.jpg)</div> I watched the Beagle tentatively sniff at Candy and then, despite the obvious expression of utter shame and some revulsion on her face, she began to lick, reluctantly at first then somewhat experimentally and suddenly as though having made some kind of doggy decision in her head, with gusto. Candy reacted at once, letting out a tortured keening sound as she raised her head. I laughed aloud at her suffering as she no doubt experienced sudden pleasure that must have seemed like the best possible sexual release was about to be given her. Laurenne, always such a skilful sadist, let the Beagle spurge it's face into Candy's wetness for a few seconds and then dragged her away leaving the Setter probably worse off than when she started. To bring Candy back to the land of the living I laid my cane across her pert rear once, twice, three times.<br><br><strong>"Bad doggy! No cum-cums!"</strong> I sneered.<br><br>William and I were still holding our conversation during this as though making two women into half-dogs and forcing them to enjoy lesbian sex by fucking up their minds and bodies and laughing at their expense was quite normal. Which in my world, delightful life that it is, is exactly what goes on.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yes, she is a virgin. Cost me a small fortune too. But why not spend extra to get something truly unique, something the Labs don't normally provide?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded in awe at how single mindedly William had pursued his goal, for as long as I'd known him and no doubt years before that until he achieved his aim. He had greater tenacity that I. I was happy to mind-fuck anything with four legs and a tail.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The most amazing part, Renée, is that she still doesn't realize what's going on. She believes I'm the devil, called me Lucifer twice now"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh really?"</strong> I chuckled as I watched Éclaircie enthusiastically eat pussy, or rather, doggy, <strong>"What's the matter with the silly bitch? If she thinks you're the Devil she's well fucked up. Are you sure the lab didn't mess with her head?"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well, manually would be fun too, Renée, and I do want her to grow accustomed to my touch, and become dependent on me for relief. I'm toying with naming her Cherri. I wanted to walk her around a bit first though, to get a measure of her personality. So this is Candy? She's lovely, and her name suits her. Are you ever going to make the leap from renter, to owner, Renée?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Oh I don't know about that. I'm so fickle. I love them all. If I decided to own a dog I'd have to buy half of Monsieur Marc's kennels and that would cost me more than I have. I'd have to rent myself out to pay for it~"</strong> It was at this point I swiped at Candy's behind to try and bring her away from orgasm, <strong>"~but I'm worried that sick perverts like my best friends would use me so we can't have that."</strong> I cast a sly wink at Laurenne as I said this. <strong>"But yes, milking is pleasurable for them, or so it seems judging by the noises some of them make while the pumps are sucking away at their tits so yes, I might tie Candy in a stall after a couple more circuits of the gardens. Maybe Cherri will like to join her?"</strong> I grinned and made a silly wave to the recalcitrant Spaniel, <strong>"Would you like your ickle wickle titties milking then?"</strong> I asked Cherri in a stupid baby-speak voice.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Alors, zat ees enough, you must not geef ze ozzer beetch ze plaisir. I seenk my beagle aime bien votre chienne. Mais oui ma chérie, you should definitely breeng 'er."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> Laurenne pulled her dog away. <strong>"They do seem to get on well, sometimes bitches don't take a liking to each other. But yes, we can give them a cum-race. Last one to ten gets her tits whipped. Should be fun."</strong><br><br>I glanced at Laurenne as she lay down to bathe in the sun, her accidentally-on-purpose nipple-slip not going unnoticed. The woman was incorrigible and judging by the small mark at the crotch of her bikini bottoms almost as turned on as the dogs.<br><br>The waitress returned with another round of drinks on a silver tray. She had in her other hand a large white plastic pet bowl about a foot across with DOG written on the side in big red letters. She served our drinks then placed the bowl down and filled it from a sealed plastic container of chilled water.<br><br>As she worked I casually put out a hand and painfully twisted a nipple. She had piercings with little cat-bells hung from them. The bell jingled prettily as I tortured her flesh. She winced and shuddered but suffered in silence. When she was done she curtseyed and turned to go. I gave a her a mighty whack with my cane across her behind as she went. She screeched but carried on.<br><br>I turned to my dog. <strong>"Have a drink Candy, don't you ever go thinking I don't have your welfare at heart. Éclaircie and Cherri, feel free to share. Come on, girls."</strong> I lifted my glass to the others, <strong>"Salut! A quick drink and then we are off to get some more exercise."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 13:54:00</strong>
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				Cherri - Pool/garden<br><br>As long as The Devil stood between me and them I didn't care how she talked to me. I was having a hard time actually hearing what people were saying and what their mouths and bodies were saying. I saw what they were saying, I saw what they were not saying when their bodies talked. I saw their aroma's mingling and pulsing.. and then.. like some delayed action my brain processed the noise. I started putting words and sounds together. <br><br>Just so you know.. they hadn't sounded anything like that in my head. They all had different music. They didn't even say the same words the same. The red Demon woman kept speaking in tongues. Lucifer seemed to tolerate this, so he must of understood what ever infernal language she was killing softly with her beautiful throaty, breathy purr. <br><br>The Chocolate demoness had a voice like molasses it flowed and ebbed, even when she was patronizing the dogs.. it was thick and syrupy. It made me shift my weight from one side to the other.<br><br>Either way.. they were both extremely dangerous. <br><br>She addressed me.. I did nothing, I said nothing, I remained very, very still. My eyes locked to Lucifer. She scared me. <br><br>It wasn't lost on me that I was buck naked in front of a pile of demons either.. I tried to make sure I was as least seen as possible.. but my hips didn't sit like they used to.. it was like I had been remade to fit a dog mold. <br><br>Then she said something about deflowering me in front of everyone. I felt my stomach lurch.. I was going to throw up.. then Lucifer said that he would decide. He was very forceful about everything.. I was his, he was my Master, and when it came to me.. He Decided. I wasn't sure if that was going to be good or bad.. until.. they forced the female "dogs" to pleasure each other.. <br><br>Because it was obvious they were in raptures. Their scents mingled and they went red, a deep magenta.. spreading over one dog and flowing over to the next. I couldn't look away. <br><br>I think that it might have been a double sin... not only fornicating.. but with another girl! I looked at the demons. The sin didn't belong to the dogs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 14:53:59</strong>
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				William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Cherri, And Friends<br><br>I watched the lovely little show Éclaircie was putting on with Candy, while toying with Cherri's tail, and following the conversation with Renée.&nbsp; Éclaircie was timid at first, but once she'd gotten a nose full, and a taste of Candy's cunt, her attitude quickly changed, and she'd gone to work enthusiastically.&nbsp; It was always fun to watch as the new dogs discovered their new desires!<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"What's the matter with the silly bitch? If she thinks you're the Devil she's well fucked up. Are you sure the lab didn't mess with her head?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I shook my head, <strong>"No, she's just in shock, I think.&nbsp; I'll learn more later though.&nbsp; I plan on questioning her thoroughly."</strong>&nbsp; Of course, for that, I'd have to give her permission to speak at some point, but being curious enough to wonder why she would think I was Lucifer, it would be worth it.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I might tie Candy in a stall after a couple more circuits of the gardens. Maybe Cherri will like to join her?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Cherri would love to join her, of course.&nbsp; And she does need to get used to the milking shed.&nbsp; By all appearances, she's going to require frequent visits."</strong>&nbsp; Whitish clear drops of almost-milk continued to drip steadily from her nipples to the soft grass of the lawn.&nbsp; The drinks arrived, and I accepted mine gratefully, while Renée casually tortured the waitress' pierced nipples.&nbsp; A nice long cool sip, and I set my glass down on the small round table to my right side, and turned my attention to Cherri.&nbsp; I reached for her chin, turning her to face me, <strong>"Are you thirsty, Cherri?"<br></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 15:25:07</strong>
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				Cherri - Pool/garden<br><br>I looked up at him.. Cherri. I saw him say it.. and heard the sound. I smiled inwardly.. Cherry, Cherri, etc were all diminutive forms of Charity. He probably didn't think I knew about my own name! He was quite wily thinking up all sorts of clever tricks like that. Cherri - it was better than bitch, that was a bad word. It always meant to me, a person who was mean. I tried very hard to never be mean to anyone. I liked people. When they weren't laughing at me, or shoving me, or calling me names. <br><br>Cherri - I liked that sound. I was pleased with Satan. I was probably falling into some trap or something.. but.. I smiled at him. <br><br>I nodded.. and edged forwards to get a drink.. making sure that my tail was down and my back was only to him. I wasn't wanting my backside to be molested like the other poor dogs. Lucifer/William was different.. I was figuring that I wasn't going to have much choice about him molesting my.. anything. I was quiet.. I didn't want the demonesses paying any mind to me.. I lapped up some water. Humiliating or not.. I was thirsty. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 16:14:37</strong>
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				William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Cherri, And Friends<br><br>Tsk.&nbsp; Her tail was down again, which was unacceptable.&nbsp; I aimed a nice stinging blow with my crop, and popped it on her ass as she crawled to the water bowl.&nbsp; <strong>"Tail, Cherri.&nbsp; Up, no slouching."</strong>&nbsp; I grabbed my drink, and returned Renée's toast.&nbsp; A lap or two around the pool, and garden would be just the thing, and Cherri needed to learn to walk properly, something only possible with practice.&nbsp; Lots of practice.&nbsp; I took another grateful sip of my drink, while letting my eyes wander over Laurenne, and the nipple that was peeking teasingly from her bikini.&nbsp; She didn't, that I knew, have any particular taste for men, but that didn't mean she was unattractive, or not a pleasure to look at.<br><br>I was toying with the idea of fitting Cherri with a gag, or one of the collars that would prevent her from forming words, and taking her for a short walk outside of the club's grounds, just to give her a view of the city, a city full of people, and not devils.&nbsp; That would be after her milking, and probably a bath as well.&nbsp; There was a nice upscale pet shop not more than a few blocks from the club, and I wanted to pick her up a collar, mitts, and thigh highs that would do more to set her apart from the club dogs.&nbsp; A little personal touch, something to mark her as mine.&nbsp; Maybe even a nice name tag for her collar, now that I'd given her a name.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 16:34:01</strong>
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				Éclaircie – POOL AREA with LAURENNE MERIETH and OTHERS<br><br>Once I’d buried my tongue in the other dog’s sopping sex, I couldn’t help myself. It was like some primal urge in me had awakened. The folds of her sex tasted just <em>fantastic</em>, and waves of sinful pleasure ran through my body, making me feel better than I had since … well, in a long, long time. I’d tried drugs once, at a party at my private boarding school. It’d been only the once, only because I was scared by how amazing they made me feel, and I didn’t want to become hopelessly addicted to that sensation, and I knew I would be.<br><br>The sensation of wanton pleasure coursing through my veins as I licked the other dog was a thousand times better than that.<br><br>And just like that, my mistress pulled me away from her. My cheeks burned shamefully as I scrabbled to bury my face back into her, just wanting one more lick of that sweet nectar. But mistress tugged hard on the leash, and the pretty diamonds bit once more into my neck. I felt a fresh trickle of blood running down my neck, and I suddenly became aware of the fact that I might be displeasing my mistress. So I meekly followed her back to her sun lounger, and lay down beside her.<br><br>At first, I lay on my back, like I’d seen other dogs do before, thinking that my mistress might want to scratch my tummy. But I quickly became conscious of the fact that my new, naked breasts were lewdly exposed to everyone at the pool when I lay like that, as was my damp slit. <em>You look like such a whorish thing,</em> I thought bitterly to myself. So I turned so that I lay next to my mistress on my stomach, so she could just scratch my head if she wanted.<br><br>I listened to her talk to the other owners … and wished I hadn’t. They were <strong>monsters</strong>. All of them. The one, the other woman, just coldly laughed at us, making fun of how I’d brazenly licked her dog’s … how I’d pleasured it. The man casually spoke of taking his dog’s virginity in front of an audience. And my own mistress talking about how she <em>might</em> keep me if I could take the pain?<br><br><em>I can’t take pain,</em> I thought, <em>I can’t, I can’t …</em> But what choice did I have? I looked up at the other woman – Renée was her name, if I’d heard right from the conversation. She seemed far more cruel than my own mistress, I knew I wouldn’t last with her … <em>you’re going to have to take the pain,</em> I thought. And it was a frightening thought. I started to curl up in a ball, wishing I could go back to my cage, or simply disappear.<br><br>I saw them bring out the bowl of water. This, while the horrid monsters that called themselves people drank fine wines and cocktails, while a plain bowl of water was brought out for us. I didn’t want to drink from that – I was a <em>person</em>! – but I was thirsty … and I’d just been busy eating another dog’s cunt, in front of other people at a pool. Pride was something I could no longer claim as my own.<br><br>So when I saw the other dog head to the bowl, I joined her. She seemed to have a remarkably cruel owner, and with her still a virgin, with that to be taken from her in some awful way, no doubt … when I crawled over to her, I tried to be considerate, not pushing her away from the bowl, just lapping up what water I could, when I could. I tried looking into the dog’s face with as friendly an expression as I could manage – wanting to tell her <em>shh, it’s all right, everything will be okay …</em> even if we both knew that was a lie. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 20:19:17</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux and other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>...Candy's a lezzy puppy too! What a cheap easy doggy you are! Don't you go enjoying yourself too much my girl or you'll suffer."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I blushed, but my motions of my tail and rear remained the same, trying to remain tantalizing, knowing full well how the other girl must have been feeling. I was soaking- it can't have been a very pretty picture for her, and certainly something that she'd rather not lick, especially in full view of a large number of people in the open. Yet, I couldn't stop myself, even as Ms. Prideux's cane rested lightly on my behind. I was quite prepared now to take the pain with any small scrap of pleasure I could lay my hands u-<br><br>I moaned out loudly as her tongue connected. I'd experienced a high before after I'd taken some cocaine at a part many years ago, but this... this... Words could not sufficiently describe the feeling of this relief. Soon she was buried within me, and I knew that I'd cum any sec- NO! The word almost slipped my lips as she was dragged away by her own owner, leaving me, if possible, even worse off than before. I was shaking violently, my eyes wide and pussy wet with saliva and my own dripping juices. My suffering was only heightened as I was caned, three agonizing times.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Bad doggy! No cum-cums!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I could have burst into tears, I really could have. In fact, my eyes began to cloud up again in pure frustration. My legs remained trembling violently, and I half expected them to give way on me. I tried to focus my attention away from my sex, but with ladies in bikinis and boy dogs and females everywhere I looked, it was impossible. Was this how it was to be? Eternally teased, never pleased? I wanted to beg, but I knew that I'd never get relief if I did. But then again... would I ever get it, even if I obeyed? It took me a second to realise I was being spoken to.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Have a drink Candy, don't you ever go thinking I don't have your welfare at heart. Éclaircie and Cherri, feel free to share. Come on, girls."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Now she offered me the water, I realised I was thirsty, a combination of the baking sun and fluid lost from my sex. I leaned my head down, lapping at the cool water, momentarily allowed to forget how badly I needed some sort of relief down below. Two of the others dogs soon joined along, all three of of drinking, sharing our drinking space. I looked up for a second, only just able to make eye contact with the dog I'd just invited to lick my own pussy. As far as I could say 'sorry' with my eyes and face, I did. Looking between the two dogs next to me, I saw how miserable they both looked, and guessed that I must have just looked as bad. It was slightly comforting to think though that somehow we were all in this together, and that made everything all right.<br><br>I was certain we all unfortunately knew better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 23:44:08</strong>
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				<strong>LAURENNE MERIETH - pool area with Éclaircie, Renée, William and their bitches</strong><br><br>As I waited for Trudi to return with my drink and the other's I gently scritched Éclaircie behind the ear.&nbsp; The drinks arrived and I gave permission for my pet to drink too, then nodded at the conversation about milking. "<strong>Ah oui, I seenk I shall be milkeenk Éclaircie by 'and. C'est plus meilleur comme ça.</strong>" <em>It is much better like that</em> "<strong>I do not like zees machines.</strong>" I lowered my voice and added, in French, "<strong>Plus, I like to have a drink every now and then, straight from the nipple. You can't do that with a machine in the way!</strong>"<br><br>Once Éclaircie had finished drinking, I set my glass aside. "<strong>Vienne-toi, Éclaircie, we are goeenk pour un petite marche, a leetle walk!</strong>" I distained the lead. I always felt it humiliated them more to know that they were staying at heel because of a mental lead than a physical one. I stood up and moved around the pool, keeping my pace to that which a puppy could manage.<br><br>As we walked, I greeted a few acquaintances with a word of a nod. Several of them were my customers, of course, although I only do the hair of the rich and famous myself any more. Forcing Eclaircie to lick Candy had made me increadibly horny and really all I wanted to do was have her eat me out. But I decided that before I would give myself that pleasure I would give her some further training. <br><br>"<strong>Alors, ma petite, wheech do you préfère, ze beeg meaty boy doggies or ze sof sensuelle girl bitches? Hein, tu ne parle pas! Bien. You like ze girls, oui ou non?</strong>" I waited for her to bark a reply. "<strong>And ze boys?</strong>" I giggled softly, and stopped, squatting down and turning to face her, I put my hands delicately on her dangling breasts, stroking them, almost tickling them. "<strong>And would you prefere your Maitresse to milk you by 'and razzer zan by machine?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 13:28:14</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE WITH WILLIAM AND LAURENNE AND BITCHES<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"No, she's just in shock, I think. I'll learn more later though. I plan on questioning her thoroughly."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded, a puppy who called her owner after the Devil was not right in the head. <strong>"Letting them talk is a problem in itself of course. Don't let her get used to it or training will be that much harder, the longer they think they're still human the worse it is."</strong> I leaned forward from my seated position on my sun lounger and scruzzled my hand in Candy's hair as she knelt down to drink with the other dogs, all of them sharing the water bowl. I flipped up one long floppy ear and scritched behind it the way dogs like.<br><br>It was so hot making naked women drink like animals. Seeing Laurenne lying there displaying herself made me itchy. I had taken girls to bed before of course but my preference was for cock. Not men necessarily but cock, and the cocks of the converted boys that Monsieur Marc owned were some of the most gorgeous I had ever ridden. I had rented two of them once... I think Caesar had been one of them and we'd played Renée sandwiches all night. They wore me out. With a cock that big attached to a creature who could make that much spunk and go at it for hours... who needed girls? That was the thing, men tired too easily for me, so when I wanted a long session I chose girls for my bedroom, but now with the discovery of boy dogs who could talk.. and who you could mess with their heads even while they fucked your brains out... there was no question of which I preferred.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Of course, for that, I'd have to give her permission to speak at some point, but being curious enough to wonder why she would think I was Lucifer, it would be worth it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I nodded again, <strong>"I would be interested in hearing what's going on in that pretty little head of hers, but just be careful, non?"</strong> <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Cherri would love to join her, of course. And she does need to get used to the milking shed. By all appearances, she's going to require frequent visits."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"I shall exercise Candy a little more and meet you at the shed shortly then?"</strong> I stood up, tugged on Candy's lead and led her away from the water. Laurenne had already risen from her seat and was taking Éclaircie for a stroll off her leash. I considered that dangerous so soon in training but she had her own ways with dogs. I drained my drink and with the rich warmth of the anise alcohol running through my system, smiled back at William as I left him and Cherri to get to know each other.<br><br>I led Candy past Laurenne, <strong>"See you in a bit then my darling,"</strong> I put a hand to her bare shoulder and kissed her briefly on the lips before tugging Candy away.<br><br><strong>"Now, young lady, <em>Lead! Lead on!</em> We shall do two more circuits of the gardens then it's time to fix those nasty achy titties of yours. Let's go past that nice Alsatian again, you can meet him if you like and have a sniff."</strong><br><br>I led Candy right around the garden paths of the pool area once, stopping several times to practice the 'sit', 'kneel' and 'down' commands all the time steering her in the 'lead' position with commands of 'left' and 'right' where necessary. All the time I was treated to a nice view of her behind and the veritable <em>river</em> of dog-happy that was running down her thighs.<br><br>I do love teasing a dog and keeping her on the boil and she hadn't experienced milking yet. I had plans for that. Now and again I swicked her rump with my cane, not necessarily because it was needed, mostly to reinforce my position and hers. And because I liked hurting pretty girls.<br><br>Unfortunately on my circuits of the pool Keith and June had moved on and Max was nowhere to be seen. Undeterred, after walking twice round during which Candy behaved well if her gait was still a little slow, I steered her towards the milking shed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 14:00:28</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the poolside with Ms. Prideux and other owners &amp; dogs<br></strong><br>I, along with the two other girls round the bowl, remained silent, aside from the gently lapping our tongues made as we drank the water. More than once I'd lifted my head up from the bowl and caught the eye of one of the other two, and each time both of us had looked like we were about to talk, to share some whispered words of comfort, but each time we returned to the bowl with downcast features. We couldn't risk speaking, even with those owners distracted in their own conversations. All it would take is for one word to be caught, and that would be that. No orgasm. No relief. Only punishment. In a way, that thought was more binding and constricting than the actual pieces of metal keeping us from walking and the cloth that stopped us manipulating items. We could all speak, but we couldn't. We all wanted to console one another, but we couldn't. I was sure the other two wretches drinking from that bowl knew as well.<br><br>I wiggled a little, my head bumping into the blonde haired girl next to the left of me as someone scratched me behind my ear... my dog ear. It was a strangely comforting feeling, almost like a mini-massage, and it took my mind momentarily off the aches plaguing my body. I wiggled by head back, pushing against the fingers so that pushed down harder. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel, before I felt the fingers slowly ease away from me, followed by a tight tug upon my collar. We were moving again. As I lifted my head up I managed to spare a glance at the blonde girl again, but nothing more. Ms. Prideux was pulling me away again.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Now, young lady, Lead! Lead on! We shall do two more circuits of the gardens then it's time to fix those nasty achy titties of yours. Let's go past that nice Alsatian again, you can meet him if you like and have a sniff."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It was just her and me again. Though I hadn't noticed it, my breasts had been leaking all throughout the time I drank from the bowl, and I'd left two large milky wet patches where I'd been dripping. Being reminded of my breasts made me conscious of the pain again, and the mention as the Alsatian brought my sex back into focus. As we walked my mind kept switching between my tits and my pussy, alternately wanting to be milked and fucked ruthlessly. As we walked, or rather, Ms. Prideux walked and I crawled, the image of being fucked whilst <em>in </em> a milking device filled my vision, and incessantly refused to budge. I moaned out aloud, my legs shuddering as a fresh pang of desire shot through it. It was small comfort the Alsatian was missing. Even without him, I leaked nonstop. I could now feel my juices running down my thighs. Not dripping. I was actually leaking like a tap. I could feel my juices running down in streams down my thighs, and during the moments when she made me sit.. kneel... go down... I looked back and saw great puddles over wherever my pussy had been. Even as I walked, I could feel streaks of girl-juice mark out my path.<br><br>By the time we'd completed the second lap I felt close to collapse. Everything could be fucked or humped, without exception. Nothing I looked at was not immediately assessed to see how it could relieve me. Sticks, the blunt end of cutlery, empty wine glasses, the rough bark of a tree... everything. My eyes were by now wild and jumpy, flicking this way and that as my view of the world distorted. I was slowly being driven to insanity, though of course I didn't have the mental capacity at the time to think about that. It'd be a question of when, not if, I would snap. Just another minute... just another minute...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 17:26:26</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br><br><strong>"There they are, Candy, sweetie. At the milking shed."</strong> I steered my Red Setter, or rather Wet Setter over to the milking shed. Keith and June were inside and June was watching Susie on the machine. The little Chinese - or Korean? - Girl was in a stall, her front legs bound up behind her in a strappado, her back legs forced wide apart and fixed at the knees in the cuffs while the machine thumped away, the harsh <em>ka-chunk! Ka-chunk! Ka-chunk!</em> of the fierce vacuum it created in strong pulses making Susie's huge tits flop about repeatedly under her, swinging free and unprotected with her legs held up out of the way. She was yelping loudly in that cute weird little bark she does - a kind of <em>'ngah, hngah, ngah!'</em> noise but that might not have been because the machine's suction beats were so fierce it was almost certainly due to the fact that Keith had let Max mount her. The huge Alsatian was behind her, doggy style of course, his front legs resting his entire weight by pressing on the tiny Asian's shoulders, which meant her bound up front legs were holding up her weight and his. He wasn't moving very fast but was obeying his owners' orders to shaft Susie slowly, very slowly, the gigantic thick tree of his cock shunting wetly the full ten inches in and out of the small Chow Chow, his plum-sized balls flapping between his open back legs and thudding up to hit her clitoris each time he drove fully home. The tiny Chow Chow was only about five feet tall. It was astonishing to think the Alsatian's cock was a sixth of the total length of her body.<br><br>The milking shed at The Club is a wonderful place. Hardly a shed at all it is a stone built open sided structure that consists of just a roof held up by pillars along the front side that faces the gardens. The rear of the roof abuts the main building and is supported on it so there are no pillars at the rear. The roof is pitched and hipped and shod with curved terracotta tiles in a Spanish or Italian style. Mounted atop the roof is a small wooden bell tower or campanile that has a steeply pointed spire of its own shod with copper sheathing that has oxidised green with age. It holds a large clock angled so that two of it's faces look towards the pool and gardens and its small cheerful bell chimes out the hours. It's nice to know the milking shed provides a useful service for the bitches and the club members alike.<br><br>The building is about fifty feet long and ten or twelve deep and the columns that hold the roof up are a rich yellow Tuscan limestone with pointed arches in a gothic style between each pair. You get into the building by walking up a couple of low wide steps that surround it so it sits on a low plinth. Each milking stall is three or four feet wide and five or six deep so there's room to milk a dozen or fifteen bitches at once and space for dogs or guests to stand behind the row of milking stalls and take the shade which is very welcome and necessary when a bitch might be milked twice a day, an hour at a time, morning and evening.<br><br>Within the old style stone structure the machinery itself is antiseptically clean and consists of all steel plating to the raised floor with steel bars in a goal-post shape (a flat-topped 'U') separating each bitch. The dog is led up a step and between two of these bars so she faces the wall. Her back legs are secured in place by a pair of leather cuffs that are bolted to the poolside end of the goal-post bars. This forces her knees about three feet apart. Her front legs are lifted, one at a time and bent up behind her until vertical and the paws cuffed into another pair of leather cuffs that hang down on a chain over each stall, the chains for these are bolted securely into the main transverse roof beam of stout wood that runs along the centre of the structure and intersects the A-frame beams that hold up the roof.<br><br>The milking machinery and the storage and refrigeration tanks are in the small building at the end of the Trainers' Wing, the hoses for each stall run from there to the interior of the milking shed roof and then down from within the roof space to end in a pair of glass cups. The bitches are bound up in the strappado position so their breasts can be accessed easily and because milking seems to be intensely pleasurable for most of them and to have them thrashing about would be inconvenient. Behind them, the bitches are also available to be serviced by boy or girl dogs or, by pressing a button on the front face of the bars dividing each stall the step behind the bitch can be lowered to provide a position from which a standing human can comfortably access the front or back doors of the animal. It is very common for owners to fuck their dogs while they are being milked, or have other dogs do it. It's quite common to see a row of girls licking away at the behinds and wet sexes of a row of whining and repeatedly orgasming girls as they are milked. The milking shed is consequently a very popular place, though noisy, and a tall hedge of fine, neatly clipped box conceals it from the rest of the gardens. Today several owners were watching, just for the entertainment value.<br><br>In front of the milking stalls there is a walkway to allow the owner or staff to connect the suction cups and to have the dogs service them orally if they wish. Finally the entire rear wall of the shed is a huge mirror allowing owners to see their pets faces reflected and for the dogs to see the other dogs and whatever else is going on behind them. It’s a truly masterful piece of design.<br><br>Today Susie was in the next stall and two or three stalls down three or four other dogs were being milked though these had been left alone, their owners possibly taking a swim in the pool. A trainer was walking slowly up and down in front of the mirror keeping an eye on things. At The Club you could hand over your dog to the staff to be milked or do it yourself under the watchful eye of the professionals.<br><br><strong>"There. This looks fun, doesn't it, puppy? You're going to enjoy this. Up you get, beside Susie there."<br><br>"Hello again,"</strong> I said chattily to Keith and June, <strong>"Max and Susie having fun?"</strong><br><br>"Lil Susie Pup is," June answered. "She's been a good girl today, took her medicine and even did a low jump in the training run this morning, so she's having a little treat."<br><br>"Max however," Keith broke in, "Has been a bad boy. We caught him humping some owner's dog at lunchtime. It was so embarrassing. Their first visit here. Their dog was a dumb one - the lady was thinking of getting rid of it and buying a Club dog and on her first day her pet gets attacked by ours. We've tried to train him well and reward him for his success and obedience but he just has these bad days, you know? Unruly. So right now he's under orders not to go any faster than that and not to have an orgasm, otherwise we'll mount him on The Frame this evening."<br><br><strong>"Ouch,"</strong> was all I could comment. The Frame in the main playroom was nasty. Dogs on there were not allowed sexual release though guests could tease them and of course flog them or cane them. Boys and girls were often fucked in the behind by dumb boy dogs as a special punishment. Weights and other cock and ball bondage were frequently applied to the most tender and vulnerable parts of their bodies. I loved it!<br><br><strong>"I'll put Candy up beside Susie if I may, they can enjoy each other's company. Up you get Candy, between the bars on the steel floor bit. Up. Up. Good girl!"</strong> I bent down and pulled Candy's left knee over to put the cuff around her leg just above the knee, buckling it nice and tight. Then I cuffed her right knee to the other side. Being this close to the raw power and rich boy-dog scent of Max was intense. It was bad enough for me so I wondered how Candy was coping, the poor dear must be so frustrated right now.<br><br>Just how I liked my dogs to be.<br><br>I went around the end of the shed and along by the mirrored wall. Here I reached for Candy's left front leg and lifting it and twisting it up behind her back I pulled it up taut and secured the paw in the cuffs that hung from the ceiling. A trainer then came along and holding Candy's weight by her shoulders allowed me to lift her right front leg and secure that paw as well.<br><br><strong>"There. Nice and comfy!"</strong> I squatted down in front of her and taking her head in my hands gave her a nice soft wet kiss. She was all messy with puppy drool. I wiped her chin for her. <strong>"You're going to enjoy this little puppy, only make sure you don't enjoy it too much. If you cum I'm going to whip the skin off your tits and backside once you're done milking so don't fucking cum, understand?"</strong> My voice was still sugar sweet but my eyes were hard. I reached under her to grab her now dangling unprotected tits and felt them. They were hard, absolutely full of milk. I jiggled them playfully a little and gave her a quick squeeze or two. Beside me the trainer handed me a sterile wet wipe and I cleaned her nipples and aureoles and the flesh of her breasts around her thick long teats. These wipes killed bacteria and also left behind a sticky moist fluid that assisted in the suction seal. I gave the dirty wipe back and taking one of the (also pre-greased) glass cups with its rubber rim, fitted it over one of Candy's nipples. The airline in the hose was already running at low pressure and the cup sucked onto the dog's breast with one easy quick <em>thup!</em> sound. Already the slight vacuum was drawing the nipple out and down into the body of the cup, extending the teat to over a half an inch long and squeezing a portion of the breast around the aureole into it's cylindrical body. Milk was already oozing out. I fitted the second cup and let them go, the cups and hoses dangling down. I nodded to the trainer and he flipped the switch in stall eight to 'on' and the machinery whirred up and began to pump, the vacuum being applied to the left tit, then the right, then back to the left in steady and loud beats, <em>Ker-thak! Ker-thaakk! Ker-thwack!</em> the pump chattered away pumping every second or so. Immediately milk jetted out of Candy and into the glass cups in thick white gouts.<br><br><strong>"My word, you needed that, didn't you?"</strong> I beamed down at her, pleased she was an easy puppy to milk, Some were not. <strong>"Look at yourself in the mirror Candy, don't you look a sexy puppy like that. Bondage suits you, I'll have to tie you up lots!"</strong> I still used my sing-song happy dog trainer's voice as though I were talking to a slow child.<br><br><em>Ker-thakk, ker-thak, ker-thakk, kuh-thak...</em> Next to Candy Lil Susie Pup was moaning desperately. It looked like she might soon be coming. Her eyes were rolled back in her skull so just the whites showed. Big long strings of drool hung from her jaw. She lifted her head back and shuddered as Max took her slowly and deeply, on and on...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 23:29:15</strong>
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				TRUDI, poolside, serving drinks<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://girlmeat.com/Big-Natural-Breast-Huge-Tits-Boobs/wp-content/uploads/skinny_black_girl_big_natural_tits_stretch_%20marks/skinny_black_woman_big_natural_tits_stretch_%20marks_tyra-037.jpg)</div> It had been a good day so far. I so enjoyed watching the Maitres and Maitresses with their owned or rented canines. The ones like me who could still think.<br><br>I lounged against the poolside bar, enjoying the warm sun on my naked brown skin, and watched as some long standing members came out of the kennels with three new bitches in tow. One was clearly petrified, one looked angry or insane, and the third appeared more or less resigned to her fate. I was always amazed by the attitudes of the whities when they found themselves in my situation. I suppose they had so much more before they became animals that&nbsp; they resented loosing it all.<br><br>Me, I had nothing except a horrible death in front of me. I had not expected to wake from the anaesthetic they gave me with the CHIV shot (Cure for H.I.V), I had expected to live on in a limbo of pleasure and pain as a canine. To wake and realise I was still alive was at first frightening, until it was explained to me that I <em>was</em> cured and there had <em>been</em> no mistake, and that I was to be a concious plaything for the cruellest and richest members of society.<br><br>My joy knew no bounds and I threw myself into my new life!<br><br>That was a long time ago. I am now the senior waitress in the club, and only a few of the wealthiest members can afford the prices Maitre Marc demands for my hire.<br><br>I noticed the three friends gather at the poolside and wandered over, smiling as my breasts and pussy were stroked by the various members I passed on the way.<br><br>I took the drins orders and headed back to the bar. As I passed, one of the more recent club members called me over. "Hey Bitch!" I smiled at him, "<strong>Oui, Maitre? Uh, Yes Massa?</strong>" I took him for an american by his hat, belly and boots.<br><br>"Y'all wanna ride this, now, sweet'eart?" He drawled. I was right, He was American. He pulled out his erection from his trunks, waiving it at me.<br><br>"<strong>Of course, Maitre. I will be back as soon as I have delivered the drinks I have on order.</strong>"<br><br>"Whah, ya uppity Biiatch! Ah tell ya, y'all're gonna rahd ma cock now!"<br><br>It was moments like this that made my life such fun. I loved them. The moment of panic as I realised that no matter what happened I would be punished most severely. If I denied the Maitre his fuck, he would report me and I would be flogged. If the Maitresses' and Maitre's drinks were late, and the water for their puppies, they would have me flogged. Delicious. I decided I would rather please the two pretty ladies and slake the thirst of their poor innocent puppies, and besides, that was the house trule, which he may not have known, but probably did. "<strong>I'm sorry, Maitre. Please, have me flogged for my disobedience, but I must deliver the drinks. I will be back to fuck you</strong>". I kept my eyes down, looking at his - comparatively - minuscule cock.<br><br>I hurried off grinning to myself. Another flogging earned, without actually doing anything wrong.<br><br>I served the drinks quickly, then ran back to the overweight cowboy. My tongue lolled from my mouth as I anticipated his attentions, my tail waving happily. To my disappointment, his female companion had persuaded him that flogging me for not being able to do two things at once was unfair. Bitch! Never mind. I would report the failure myself anyway, as per club rules, and earn my flogging.<br><br>I mounted him quickly and slid his cock inside my aching cunt. It had been at least an hour since anyone had inserted anything there and it felt good, even though it barely half filled me. I began slow riding movements, up and down, squeezing hard with my vaginal muscles. He moaned in pleasure. His meaty paws - more paw-like than many dogs possess - gripped my breasts, squeezing out some milk, which his young female companion licked off him giggling. Then he looped a finger in each of my nipple rings, pulling down on them hard.<br><br>The pain was exquisite and tears sprang to my eyes as ever. I whimpered noisily, "<strong>Heenn, heenn, heenn!</strong>" And he smirked and trust his cock into me faster. I knew the rules of course, I've been here long enough to learn to control my orgasms. Oh, I have them, I have plenty of them, but the Maitres and Maitresses never realise. I climaxed as he yanked on my nipples, covering the orgasm with the whimpering and an extra tight clench on his cock. I came again as he grabbed my waist and began forcing me to bounce hard and fast on him. And as his hot sticky seed spurted into my insides, and he moaned loudly. I climaxed a third time.<br><br>The only member who ever caught me in an illicit orgasm was Maitress Renee Prideux. She flogged my backside and boobs until they bled for it, but then asked me how many times I had cum without her noticing. I told her and I think she was impressed.<br><br>I climbed of the fat smelly American human, and, smiling happily, asked if I could do anything else for him or his charming lady. The human woman asked for a large vodka martini and the man ordered a Budweiser. Their dog, a handsome little boxer dog, whined softly, and the Maitress nodded. "Of corse, and a bowl of water for Barny."<br><br>I scurried back to the bar for their drinks, returning a few moments later to serve them.<br><br>"<strong>Thank you Maitre, Maitress.</strong>" I bowed low and swaggered back to the bar, his cum dribbling down my thigh. I found a trainer and with a big smile on my face, told her that I needed to be flogged...
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 00:32:26</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br><br>By the time we reached the milking shed I was seconds away from simply sprinting away and humping the tree near the building I was being led to. What purpose the building served I didn't know and didn't care to know. My mind was single focused, and that was the way it would now stay, at least until I came.<br><br>As we entered the shed, my eyes widened, and I cracked slightly. there was the Alsatian I wanted. Needed. He was fucking another bitch. I wanted to kill her. Kill her and have that Alsatian take me, not her. My breathing had sped up dramatically, my heart thumping at an alarming rate as feeling of envy gripped my mind like so many ensnaring tentacles. I couldn't remove my eyes from the pair. It was impossible. Several years ago I could have come here and admired the building, for it truly was a beautiful structure- but this was not several years ago. This was now, and now my mind had no room to bathe in the beauty of the milking shed. Through the haze that filled my mind, I caught a few of Ms. Prideux's words. It was impossible to concentrate.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"There. This .... fun, doesn't .......? You're ..... enjoy this. ......., beside Susie there."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I staggered clumsily forward, head still turned to face the two dogs fucking so freely, so beautifully. Ms. Prideux's next words never even registered, and was left to be guided into position by her hand, my body as manipulable as a jointed doll. I felt my knees being moved an manipulated, never once looking in the mirror. My attention had not shifted from the Alsatian once. The mere sight of them was causing me to leak freely, and combined with the rich tapestry of smells and sounds they created, drove me closer to madness. Large puddles were quickly beginning to form wherether I was moved to, no matter how quickly I was moved into another position.<br><br>It was only when my front legs were manipulated that I drew my attention momentarily away. I watched in a sort of daze as my front legs were immobilised behind my back, forcing me down, my breasts hanging down below me, making puddles of their own. Even my mouth was dripping, thick streams of saliva oozing down from my chin as I stopped swallowing as frequently as I should have done. I was a complete and utter mess, imprisoned by my own brain.<br><br>Somewhere in front of me a figure loomed, leaning down. I recognised it as being Ms. Prideux. Her kiss went unappreciated, her threat falling on deaf ears- even if I had been listening properly, I would have accepted that fate if it meant I could cum. Once more my attention was slightly shifted to my breasts as they were toyed with, lubricated with some sort of cloth, but nothing could take away from the ache in my sex. Or so I thought. <br><br>With a small <em>thup!</em> sound something attached to my nipples, drawing it down into it, doing the same thing to my attention. Then everything exploded into white.<br><br>I writhed like a wild horse, thrashing about in an explosion of pleasure as the pumps began to pump in sequence. I tried to kick, punch out, throw my head back and scream. I failed all of them- aside from the latter. I screamed out loud, unrestrained, unable to contain my delight. All thoughts of cumming vanished as my breasts were quickly drained, sending me into paroxysms of purest delight. My body continued to rip at its bondage, but it held fast. My heart was thumping like a drum, my breathing ragged after my initial screams. Slowly, as my breasts.. now little more than udders... emptied, my body began to relax, although it continued to writhe and wriggle like the mounted bitch next to me.<br><br><em>"Oh God.. Oh God.. yes.. yes... please, more!"</em> I found myself thinking, with not one shred of guilt or shame. No-one could turn away ecstasy such as this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 00:29:35</strong>
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				<strong>LAURENNE MERIETH - pool area with Éclaircie</strong><br><br>When Eclaircie did not react, I looked at her, worried. "<strong>Oh you poor thing,</strong>" I said in French, "<strong>Whatever is the matter?</strong>" It seemed that her eyes glazed over and she sagged into my arms. "Oh dear..."<br><br>One of the trainers came running over. "Mademoiselle Merieth, Have you been abusing the puppies again?" He asked in the same language, obviously knowing my reputation for excessive tortures. <br><br>"<strong>No, no, I have hardly touched her, just a light tap across the buttocks earlier. I think she is sick. Please take her to the vet immediately?</strong>"<br><br>The trainer noddid. "D'accord" <em>of course</em>, scooped my little puppy into her arms and carried her away. I sighed and wandered back to where I had left William and Renee, just in time to see the latter head for the milking shed. Maybe seeing some bitches milked would cheer me up. I wandered over there and stood behind Candy as Renee conected the cups to her wonderfully full breasts. "<strong>Ah, ma chérie, it zeems I am ze unlockiest girl in all Monaco!</strong>" I explained what had just happened. Ah, but seeing Candy in such a wonderful position swiftly took my mind of things. I reached out and gently stroked the setter's cunt. "<strong>She ees so beautifull, non? I envey you ma chérie.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 17:03:37</strong>
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				William Knoff - POOL/GARDEN with Cherri, And Friends<br><br>The other two women had collected their dogs, and wandered off.&nbsp; I gave them each a wave, and promised to meet up with them again at the milking shed.&nbsp; With a light tug on her leash, I brought Cherri back to my side.&nbsp; I spent ten minutes, instructing her in the simpler commands.&nbsp; How to 'stand', knees apart, front paws in line with her back legs, and below her shoulders.&nbsp; How to heel, how to walk, either in front of me, so I could enjoy the lovely sight of her undulating bare bottom as we strolled the grounds.&nbsp; How to Kneel Up, paws behind her, at the small of her back.&nbsp; While I had her in that position, I checked her breasts.&nbsp; Very warm, and tight, almost hard.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.nudist-resorts.org/talk/data/mountainman/2007919195643_my%20nude%20pics%20plus%202007%20687.jpg)</div><br><strong>"I know girl, your tits are hurting.&nbsp; We'll take care of that soon."</strong><br><br>We made two slow circuits around the pool, keeping to the grass, while Cherri figured out for herself the easiest, least jarring way to walk on all fours.&nbsp; We passed by one rather red faced gentleman who had Trudi, the Club's lovely chocolate brown afghan bitch, straddled across his waist.&nbsp; I slowed, as we passed him, and studied Cherri's reaction to this simple, casual, and out in the open fucking.&nbsp; Then led her back around past the trees we'd been under earlier, and into the milking shed.&nbsp; Almost always a noisy, and busy place, fully half the stalls were occupied by bitches in various stages of being milked.&nbsp; One was even being mounted at the same time by a rather large dog, a smartly dressed couple standing behind them, watching approvingly.&nbsp; <br><br>Renée was down toward the far end, Candy already in her stall, tits cupped, and the steady ka-thwack ka-thwack of the milking machine working rhythmically to empty her swollen breasts.&nbsp; I gave Renée a wave, and led Cherri to the stall beside Candy.&nbsp; <strong>"Up you go, you'll feel better soon."</strong>&nbsp; I led her into the stall, and bound her carefully, guiding her with my hands, and gentle words of encouragement.&nbsp; The milking stalls could be rather intimidating to new puppies, but once they had been thoroughly milked for the first time, they almost always looked forward to repeat visits.&nbsp; I accepted the offered swab from the attendant, and cleaned Cherri's nipples, and aureole, and applied the cups.&nbsp; With a nod, the attendant flicked the switch for her stall, and the machine started up noisily, the sudden increase in vacuum drawing her nipples further into the cups.&nbsp; <br><br>I moved behind my puppy, and lifted her platform a couple of feet, bringing her bottom within easy reach.&nbsp; I gave her split wet sex a few caressing strokes, then plunged a finger between her plump, soaked lips, and idly teased her clit, watching her face in the mirror in front of her, curious as to how she would react.&nbsp; Which, if the conversion lab had done it's work properly, would be immediate.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 02:19:55</strong>
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				LAURENNE MERIETH<br><br>I sighed. Renee was clearly involved with her dog and didn't hear my comment. With a shrug I wandered off, back to the bar, and ordered another stiff drink. It looked very likely I would be spending the night in the club!
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 18:08:43</strong>
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				Cherri - Milking shed<br><br>Lucifer/William taught me all the stances and things I needed to know if I was to be a real puppy. I studied him as he did so.. trying to achieve the positions he expected to see how he would react. Deliberately making small mistakes to see how he would correct me. I expected The Devil to be mean. He wasn't.. he was calm, he was careful, and he was controlled. He kept his temper when I made mistakes. He doled out punishments with his cane, but never went over board. You wonder why I take him beating me with a grain of salt? Being the only deaf and practically dumb kid growing up in a community that thinks every defect is an act of God - attrition must be made at all costs. I was no stranger to a cane.. or a belt for that matter.. or the back of a hand. I had never had any of them used on me in a manner like this before. It was like he was kissing me with pain. Little tiny bites and stings on all the places that newly ached.. and burned .. and leaked.<br><br>I couldn't understand why it just made them ache and burn and leak more. <br><br>He paraded me around the pool, I tried to remember everything he taught me. I wanted to please The Devil? No - I wanted to prove that I could do any task he set for me, I was not weak and I was not incapable. We walked past a beautiful ebony puppy bouncing on the lap of a large fleshy man with a hat on. I averted my eyes. It was a stupid looking hat. <br><br>Then he led me into a large shed.. and there were puppies strapped to machines.. and a boy puppy was molesting a tiny little girl in the machine. I couldn't stop the horror from being reflected on my face.. I started to shy away.. but Lucifer/William pulled me into one of the machine stalls. I whimpered.. my eyes shut tight.. I heard clipping and clacking.. I prayed that he wouldn't let that boy dog stick that gigantic .. thing.. in me. I kept my eyes screwed up tight when they twisted my arms back over my head .. and spread me open so that The Devil could see my ..everything. Then I felt my nipples get wetted and cold.. then *shoop* the cups started to suck at my vulnerable breasts.. I struggled. I gasped. I tried to close my eyes even tighter.. then my nipples started to release real milk.. in a torrent. The unbearable pressure in my taut tortured flesh began to release. I started to relax.. the thumping of the machine pounding my senses like waves.<br><br>I felt something on my nether regions.. touching me.. I whined.. In my head I prayed - oh God please don't let that it be that giant dog doing things to me.. please.. then that 'something' touched a button.. a bolt of electricity ran through me.. I trembled in the stall.. thwack thwack thwack.. zap zap zap.. my cunny started leaking like my breasts. I was scared.. my jaw clenched.. every muscle in my body was on fire. I was terrified that I would feel that huge lance pierce my inner sanctum at any moment. My cunny ached.. and my heat rose..<br><br>I dared to&nbsp; open my eyes.. oh please god.. don't let it be that dog..I saw Lucifer/Williams reflection in the mirror.. I felt..<br><br>relieved.. that it was him.. that he was protecting me.. that I was safe with him. I realized how crazy that was. My belly growled.. I started to tremble.. every time he pressed that little button I flexed in the restraints.. <br><br>I don't know what was supposed to happen.. but I wanted it to happen hard, fast and now. My body thrummed.. I watched Lucifer/William.. he was watching me.. I know he was being bad.. he looked delighted with himself. <br><br>There I was trussed up and spread open for his viewing pleasure. I understood now.. that it didn't matter who else saw me.. it was his gaze that mattered.<br><br>I was ashamed.. again I had put my soul at risk because he allowed me pleasure. I blushed all over.. biting my lip.. I tried not to give in to the pleasure .. I trembled and quaked..<br><br>I started to pant. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>14-08-2010, 17:34:06</strong>
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				William Knoff - MILKING SHED with Cherri, And Friends<br><br>I toyed with Cherri, alternately stroking her increasingly wet sex, and sensitive little clit, enough to keep her on edge, not enough to give her release.&nbsp; When she got that "very focused" look on her pretty, tortured face, I gave a stinging little slap or two to her rump with my crop to focus her attention away from the teasing pleasure I was giving her, <strong>"Not yet Cherri.&nbsp; You be a good puppy, and you'll be rewarded.&nbsp; Later."</strong>&nbsp; I checked her breasts, reaching beneath her to squeeze each of her tits in turn.&nbsp; Still nicely firm, though not as hard, and unyielding as they had been a few minutes ago.&nbsp; The milking machine was doing it's job, each ka-thwack causing one of the two plastic tubes that led from her nipples to jerk at the sudden increase in vacuum, and fill with the warm wet white splash of her milk.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.nudist-resorts.org/talk/data/mountainman/2007919195643_my%20nude%20pics%20plus%202007%20687.jpg)</div><br>It would be another several minutes before she was completely empty, and I returned to teasing her sex, dipping the tips of my fingers between her puffy soaked lips to twirl little circles around her opening.&nbsp; &nbsp;I let my attention wander to the other occupants of the shed, it was always such a busy place!&nbsp; Renée was still tending to Candy, who was thrashing happily away against her restraints, and next to her, the other bitch was still being slowly fucked by the large dog.&nbsp; The bitch looked completely thrilled by the attention, and the massive cock slowly sliding in and out of her wet doggy sex, the male looked....tortured.&nbsp; Likely he was being punished for some infraction.&nbsp; Poor dog.&nbsp; <br><br>I turned back to Cherri, who's face displayed a mix of feelings, and emotions.&nbsp; Pleasure, shame, other things I could only guess at.&nbsp; She was panting, and I continued to tease her, pleasurable touching, but not enough to let her cum.&nbsp; I pushed the tip of one slick wet finger just inside her tight puckered anus, giving her something to squirm uncomfortably against.&nbsp; The heavy rhythmic ka-thwack ka-thwack sounds of the milking machine changed as her breasts emptied at last, and toward the near end of the shed, a buzzer sounded, which brought an attendant to switch Cherri's stall off, and remove the nozzles from her nipples.&nbsp; <strong>"It feels better now, doesn't it, puppy?"</strong>&nbsp; I called over to Renée as I removed Cherri from her stall, and invited her along on a short walk outside the club with Candy.&nbsp; Then, with a wave, I led Cherri out of the shed, and toward the pet relief area of the gardens.<br><br><strong>"If you need to relieve yourself, here is where you go, Cherri.&nbsp; Just whine to me when you have to."</strong>&nbsp; There was a small bathing station toward the side of the relief area, and that was where we were headed.&nbsp; A simple wooden platform, with hand showers, and metal rings to connect leashes, and a cart piled with fluffy white towels, wash cloths, and little plastic bottles of tearless soap.&nbsp; <strong>"Stand here, Cherri, like I taught you."</strong>&nbsp; I got her into position, then snapped her leash to the metal ring.&nbsp; The inside of her thighs were sticky wet from her girl juices, and breasts were streaked with almost dried milk.&nbsp; I certainly wasn't going to walk her in public in that state.&nbsp; The water from the hand held showers was always warm, and water flow was controlled by a trigger on each shower head.&nbsp; I sprayed her down, focusing much of the warm water between her legs, and using my hand, rinsed much of girl juice that streaked her inner thighs clean, then soaped her thoroughly, breasts, her sex, and anus, before rinsing her off, and scrubbing her dry.&nbsp; <br><br>Clean, and presentable, I led my puppy back into the garden, and ordered her to sit, then knelt in front of her, and took her face in my hands,&nbsp; <strong>"Cherri, we're going to take a short walk outside the club, so you can see a little of the city.&nbsp; You are to behave yourself, or you will get spanks, and no rewards later.&nbsp; I'm going to fix you with a collar that will prevent you from accidentally speaking, but even if you do try, I'll know, and I'll whip your bottom, right there in front of everyone.&nbsp; You're a very special puppy, and you will comport yourself as such.&nbsp; Do you understand me?"</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleMonster</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 01:09:55</strong>
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				Pogo - PLAY ROOM with Dr. Vernecoombe and Roiyaru.<br><br>I let out a whine as I watched Roiyaru, shifting in my seated position. It was hard to resist the urge to tackle him and slide myself onto his cock. That image made me tremble, licking my lips in anticipation. What was taking that woman so long? What did she want to know? I'd tell her anything at that point just to be free to fuck that boy across the way. Finally, finally, she stood up. My ears perked up and I looked at her, willing her to say the magic words and let Roiyaru mount me. <br><br>But she didn't. Instead, she touched me with the cane. Even that light graze on my breasts made me even hotter. I whined quietly. My breasts felt sore. For that matter, my whole body felt sore. Gah, she wanted us to lick ourselves clean. Without cumming. This seemed impossible. I followed the tip of her cane to eye the restraints across the room, then I looked at Roiyaru's shaft. I knew what I wanted; I just had to convince my body to comply long enough for me to get it. I watched the husky for a long moment, a smile spreading across my face. God, that was hot. I stretched out opposite of Roiyaru, returning his favor of letting me watch him. I leaned forward, amazed at how easy it was to bend. I'd never been that flexible before, but now I could eat myself out if I wanted to. Not that I could right now. Instead, I tentatively licked my labia, cleaning the sticky fluid off. Every time my tongue touched my pussy, I twitched involuntarily. Finally, it was clean. I glanced at Roiyaru, then licked the rest of my body, the hard part over.<br><br>My breasts were hard and extremely sore by then, however, and at a glance, I could see some liquid beginning to leak from my nipples. Milk? I'd heard of lactating puppies, but I didn't think I was one as well. I bit my lip, then licked at my stomach, where a few drops had fallen. It definitely was milk. I finally finished licking myself clean, looking back at the doctor. I hoped that had been enough for her. I hadn't cum, although I was more keyed up than I had been. My rump was wriggling, my tail swinging from side to side. I was anxious. Fuck, this was ridiculous. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Dog/Member Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 17:39:03</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br><br>The dog went ballistic! My word how she liked that! I'd seen all kinds of reactions from bitches at their first milking but this was one of the more extreme ones. It was certainly impressive... I thought she might dislocate her shoulders. I reached out to grab her shoulders and flanks and keep her steady.<br><br><strong>"My, my, my! Good heavens, you do like that don't you? Hm? Gosh this little puppy likes being milked doesn't she?"</strong> I leaned forwards and kissed her wet, open, gasping mouth, smothering her in a long, deep sensuous kiss, giving her my tongue to suck on, trying to calm her down. We kissed for a long time, three or four minutes and I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. She tasted yummy and was eager to please it seemed. I let our mouths part. I was panting a little too now.<br><br><strong>"Mmm... what a lovely bitch you are. Like kissies too, eh? I wonder what else you like. But I can't have you thrashing about in the milking stall, you might damage yourself."</strong> I stood up and beckoned the attendant over and asked him to use the straps to tie her tightly in place. Milking could take upwards of an hour so she needed to be comfortable for a long stay... and so I could attend to other things without having to worry about dislocated shoulders half way through.<br><br>The securing straps were a pair of wide leather panels, some six inches wide. They had securing clamps attached to rings at each end that tied them off securely to the 'goal post' bars to each side of each milking stall. The attendant clamped the end of one strap on one side of Candy, passed it under her so it took her weight a little on her ribcage below her bust and clamped the other end to the bar on the far side. The second wide strap was fitted identically but across her back. The two straps could be tautened by tightening the clamps which the attendant now did until Candy was held firmly yet comfortably in place, unable to swing from side to side or bounce up and down. Her arms needed lifting a little now as less of her weight was hanging from them, so the attendant thoughtfully hauled her bound arms up a little more.<br><br><strong>"There,"</strong> I smiled down at her, <strong>"That's better. Much more comfy. Now, one last thing..."</strong> I called to the attendant one final time. <strong>"Please may I have a Y hook, a size... hm..."</strong> I pondered what size Candy could accept. She might be unused to having her anus stretched so I decided to play it safe this first time... <strong>"...a size three please."</strong> The sizes began with a size one which had a probe of an inch diameter. The diameter sizes then increased in quarter inch increments up to a size thirteen which was only used on very experienced and well abused - and very slack - dogs or for especially harsh torture. At four inches diameter it would rip an inexperienced animal to pieces. That might be what some owners liked doing to their own property but the clubs' rented dogs had to remain intact. In some ways a rented dog was safer, the levels of abuse and pain they would suffer were limited while owned dogs were killed on a regular basis by the more sadistic members. Usually only dumb dogs died, it was rare to have a thinking dog subjected to the ultimate tortures though it had been known.<br><br>The attendant brought the device over. All club equipment was of exquisite design and quality. The Y hook was of polished rolled steel, the shaft and divided Y ends a centimetre diameter. For humans this would be called an ass hook and was a 'J' shaped curve of steel, but for dogs, cats and other pets the upper end of the 'J' was forked so that the animal's tail would fit snugly in the fork of the two arms. The short arms ended in steel loops to which chains or ropes could be attached. The Y hook's business end - the curled end of the 'J' - was tipped with a steel plug. For a size three hook this plug was an inch and a half diameter, plenty broad enough to hurt a virgin doggie which is what my assumption of Candy was. She may have enjoyed anal sex as a woman or she might not - though she'd probably been anal raped a few times by the dog pound workers... The steel plug was short and stubby, just four inches long so quite easy to wear for extended periods. The chains or ropes could be secured to the back of the dog's collar to choke it or secured to a knot of hair to drag its head up and back. It was thus a posture device as well as an anal pleaser. I wanted Candy's head held up for something I planned in a minute so taking two cotton corded ropes I tied these around a wound hank of the bitch's long red hair and had the attendant pass the ropes up over her paw cuffs and down the other side. I then went around the stalls, chatting pleasantly with Keith and June who were enjoying the show, taking the Y hook with me and unceremoniously shoved it's business end in her cunt, sliding it in and out a few times firmly and roughly to get the steel plug well coated with juice. I then took it out and pushed the object against her exposed anus, working the device against the natural resistance of her body until, aided by the slippery puppy-juice the head end popped in and I slid all four inches of the plug home. I adjusted the Y fork so it sat snugly around her tail and tied off the cords to the loops using a slip knot. I then adjusted the slip knot tighter and tighter until the plug was pulled hard into her body and her head dragged well back and up.<br><br>I gave her cute rump a couple of spanks.<br><br><strong>"There we go, all nice and secure,"</strong> I cooed happily as I returned to Candy's head. <strong>"Does Candy like her cute little butt plugged nice and full? Hm?"</strong> I didn't care if she did or not, <em>I</em> did, and that was the point. I knelt to kiss her again, roughly fondling her tits as I did so and then standing back up and reaching behind me, untied my bikini top and let it fall on my bag. I then untied the string sides of my bikini briefs and threw them aside too. Although I shave down below - in fact I'm IPL treated - I do not shave completely. It’s a social statement thing. Dogs are shaved so in our culture a shaven woman is 'a dog' a lower class citizen. Some do it, some don't. There's no huge stigma to it but I like to give physical evidence that I'm not a dog so while I'm smooth around my lips and as far as my clit, above, on my mound I have a neatly trimmed front lawn, just a triangle of short stubble.<br><br>Smiling, and with hands arrogantly placed on hips, I pushed my front lawn firmly against Candy's drooling open mouth, now held securely up by the infernal device stretching her sphincter. <strong>"Now puppy, one of the most important things bitches do around here, make their owners cum. Now eat me out and eat me out good or I'll cane your backside so hard you won't be able to sleep on your back for a week."</strong><br><br>William had secured Cherri in the stall on the other side of Candy and I smiled at him and gave a little wave to his dog as she was set up for milking.
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>22-08-2010, 18:08:56</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br><br>Everything was beginning to slow down now after the intensity of my struggles from seconds ago. The blast of ecstasy from seconds ago was ebbing away, replaced with a low level hum of pleasure as I steadied myself, my breasts still swinging a little under me. The pumps continued to suck in alternate fashion, constantly keeping my attention mercifully on my breasts and not my sex. To be relieved of both pains was a blessing, though a part of me realised this would not last forever. At some point I would be unhooked, and my mind would shift back down to my pussy, which I knew must still be dripping.<br><br>My ears missed something Ms. Prideux said, towering high above me. I saw her lean forwards towards me, and in an instant her soft lips were pressed my own, rather sloppy ones. I pulled back slightly, partly because I'd never considered myself bisexual, but mostly because my lips and chin were soaked in saliva. She didn't appear to care, keeping contact with me, and slowly, very slowly, I found myself returning the kiss. I felt another twinge between my legs, before the pumps forced my thoughts away from it. The kiss seemed to last an eternity before she broke off, panting, matching my own gasps, swallowing a huge load of spit. I felt a little dazed, taken slightly aback at what I'd done. I knew it would have been impossible to get out of the embrace, but why did I lean into it?<br><br>I tried to stay still as more restraints were fitted about me, though what their purpose for eluded me- I wasn't about to escape from the amount of bondage I was in already. What on Earth was this extra equipment for? Its use quickly became clear as the attendant stood back- wriggling or bouncing was next to impossible. The extra bondage and strapping wasn't painful at all, and in fact was rather... well, snug. I didn't like using that word... snug implied that I was comfortable. But I wasn't comfortable... was I? I wasn't able to think clearly anymore, and had been reduced to just flowing from one 'exercise' to the other- if I avoided punishment, it made sense in this new, crazy environment.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"...have a Y hook, a size... hm..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I looked up, frowning just a fraction. The term had caught my attention. Y hook? What on Earth was a Y hook? And a size three? I'd never come across the term before, but with a sinking feeling I knew I'd soon find out. I watched carefully as Ms. Prideux was handed an oddly shaped, silvery Y shaped metal device. Perhaps with clearer thinking I could have taken a guess at what its purpose was for, but as it was its function escaped me. It got stranger still as my hair was tied together around the back into some sort of low ponytail-esque form. Ms. Prideux left my field of view, walking about me. Whilst I could hear her, I couldn't see what she was-<br><br>I yelped out in shock, jerking slightly, prevented from moving very far by the milking restraints. The metal had just been shoved, without warning, into my pussy. I groaned out, my heartbeat starting to race- was she planning to.. no, no she wasn't... For a fleeting second I had hoped, prayed that she'd use the hook to fuck me with, bus alas, she pulled out again, leaving me teetering on the brink of orgasm again, my mind taking its time to shift away from the thought of the almighty eruption that could have just occurred. A few seconds passed before I yelped again, much louder and painfully- she was trying to shove it into my anus! I whimpered loudly, shaking my head- it wouldn't go, it was far too large! My resisting was ignored, and soon, after many yelps and tears I felt it *plop* in, the rest of the hood slipping in easily. The feeling of something penetrating me was highly unusual, not to mention uncomfortable, and any sort of wriggling I could do wasn't about to remove God knows how many inches of steel within me.<br><br>Soon it became clear what the hair tie was for as I felt my head forced back, the plug trying to rip in deeper. She kept pulling back, further and further until my face was forced to face forwards. letting it down would have only forced the plug in deeper, and already it felt like it was going to do some serious damage. I didn't dare move my head down, even as my neck started to ache. Tears dribbled down from my eyes and down my cheeks to the floor as I saw Ms. Prideux come back round again, stripping off. I shook my head pathetically, whimpering, trying to make her see how much it hurt, how difficult it was to maintain this horrific posture. More pieces fitted together as she stood in front of me- she wanted me to eat her out! I shook my head once, tears dripping down to the ground. I dared to speak- soon I knew my neck would give, and I'd rip at my own anus, causing damage.<br><br><strong>"Please... loosen..."</strong> I said softly, so that only she could hear me. 
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 10:53:33</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br><br>She spoke. The bloody bitch spoke! Hadn't I said? Hadn't I made it clear what would happen? Stupid animal. I leaned over to one side for my cane which was resting upright against the mirrored wall beside my bag, the curled handle just in reach. In one smooth liquid movement I lifted the cane and still leaning a little brought it down hard on the stupid dog's backside, her left cheek. The cane made that lovely sound that gets my ears to perk up and my heart pounding every time, that <em>swi-iii...</em> noise as its fast moving body cuts the air then <em>whook!</em> as the flexible wood connects with naughty puppy-flesh.<br><br>I raised my arm, leaned the other way and delivered a crossover blow on her right cheek by leaning past her bound arms, <em>swiiii-whok!</em> I reversed the posture again and caned her first bum cheek again, <em>swaa-cckk!</em> Then again back the other way <em>sw-akk!</em> I continued, five strokes, six, seven, eight, nine... the full dozen until Candy had six angry stripes on each rump, some of them curling down to her soft upper thighs and a couple dangerously close to her most tender and cane-able place of all...<br><br><strong>"I told you. Dogs do not talk! Are you deaf or just plain stupid? If you're deaf I'll just fucking gag you so you can't make the mistakes of an ignorant animal, if you're stupid I'll cane some sense into you and then gag you. Do you want more? Do you?"</strong> I held the cane up in a menacing way, ready to whack it down on her flesh again. I'd had enough of this disobedience. <strong>"It isn't even a big Y hook, nor is your hair pulled back that much. You should be thankful I didn't use a size five and tie you back so tight your tits stuck out in front of you."</strong> <em>Then I'd cane those too</em>... I got the spider gag June had lent me out of my bag and buckled the thing onto her, tightly around her neck, the big steel ring pushing her upper and lower teeth two inches apart, the almost barbaric curled 'legs' of the spider framing her face in that ugly yet so sexy way. That was better, now the bitch would shut up. Her tongue lolled out of the steel circle and doggy-drool began to dribble out in thick stupid strands. Her eyes rolled and she made odd snorting snuffling sounds and shook her head. I pushed my bare sex once more against her face.<br><br><strong>"Too late bitch. That stays on for a while until you learn that good puppies shut up. Now you've just earned yourself some pain and made this much harder for yourself. Eat me out and eat good or you'll get more."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Oriel</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 16:33:43</strong>
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				Cherri - Milking shed to Bath stall<br><br>William/Lucifer kept touching me.. in that place.. he teased me.. I could feel my body wanting to give in to him. I refused. My modesty was not as important as my soul. These were high stakes. I could not lose. I must, must fight him. I must not give in to the pleasure.. the waves of pleasure flowing through my body. No one had ever touched me kindly before let alone like this. <br><br>I clenched my teeth to stop from whimpering. The relief in my breasts was absolute.. unfortunately it bought the feeling in my cunny into focus. I tried to recite the lords prayer.. all I got too was our father.. oh god our father.. Oh God! <br><br>I panted. Trying to deny him what ever end it was he craved. <br><br>He pulled me out of the milking stall.. only to see what the demon woman was doing to the beautiful red haired yellow smelling puppy.. I hoped that I would never have to face that woman.. she was scareier than Lucifer/William himself. I whimpered dispite myself.<br><br>He dragged me to a place and started to wash me.. I was good, I did as I was told. I wanted to be clean.. I wanted all the dirty, filthy thoughts to be washed from my mind.. all of the pleasures from my body, and all the shame from my face. The dirt of the last few days swirled away with the water.. the shame, pleasure and longing.. didnt.<br><br>He held my face in his hands.. i was quickly putting together words and sounds.. He was taking me outside.. I must behave. I stared at him. He said.. I was special. <br><br>He wanted me to understand that and be a good girl.. a special girl.. his special puppy. <br><br>I blushed. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 05:24:18</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux &amp; other owners &amp; dogs<br></strong><br>I barely had time to screw my eyes shut before the cane impacted. I had no time to regret my mistake, and no ability to think about it after the first strike. The initial strike caused no pain, merely the feel of wood on flesh. It was only a few seconds later that the sharp, burning pain shot through my body, overwhelming me. It felt like a red hot poker had been forced against my skin, and in an instant fresh tears started to spill down my cheeks, my whole frame shaking in its restraints. Whilst one part of me wanted to scream out, to tell her to stop, to beg for mercy, another part realised it would have led only to more punishment, and more pain. My teeth clamped together as the second blow came, just as fierce and fiery as the last.<br><br>The blows kept coming. I had quickly lost count, though I knew each was more painful than the last as they impacted against more and more already beaten flesh. As the pain intensified I gripped by muscles, tensing up as if I could resist the oncoming barrage of blows from this demon above me. It did little good, and by the time I realised she had stopped I was little more than a shivering, sobbing wreck, supported only by the material that bound me. Had I really deserved this punishment?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I told you. Dogs do not talk! Are you deaf or just plain stupid? If you're deaf I'll just fucking gag you so you can't make the mistakes of an ignorant animal, if you're stupid I'll cane some sense into you and then gag you. Do you want more? Do you?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>My head could not shake fast enough, a few of the tears dripping down my cheeks splashing to the floor. I did not want more caning. I never wanted to suffer like that again, and was prepared to do anything to avoid suffering in such a manner again. It was for this reason my lips parted almost the second she removed the fearsome looking gag from her bag- I knew she would put it on me, and however painful it looked, I would suffer more for any display of resistance.<br><br>The gag was uncomfortable, but compared to the burning in my rump it was nothing. Quite quickly thick strands of drool began to leak out from between my lips, my tongue pressing out to allow it. Feeling it dribble down, sloppily coating my chin and spattering down to the floor, I was reminded of what she had originally asked of me. The prospect of eating her out filled me with a peculiar mix of both depression and hope. I had no option available to me- she would press herself against my dribbling mouth and rub against me if I refused to lick, and most likely punish me after- quite possibly during. Tasting her was inevitable, as was my continued imprisonment in this nightmare.<br><br>But if it was inevitable... my mind tried to think clearly, though with the burning pain in my rear and the hook threatening to rip my anus it was difficult. If I could please her... perhaps she would relieve me of the gag... offer me something to soothe the pain. Like the promise of an orgasm, the promise of less pain drove me to obey. I pushed my sopping wet tongue out further from between my lips and the metal frame of the gag, offering Ms. Prideux's lips a long, slow lick from bottom to top, coating them with my drool as I tried not to think about what I was about to do. With quivering lips, my tongue began to slowly push against her lips, attempting to enter her slit, though having everything completely drenched in drool made pushing a little more difficult. My red rimmed eyes flicked up to her face, nervously hoping she wouldn't strike again.
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 16:11:07</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/ReneePrideux_Avatar_01.jpg)</div> I do love my ring gags, puppies look so hot with them on. I love it when they are naughty just so I can force their disobedient jaws apart for an hour and watch them drool and gasp with the discomfort and the degradation. I need a reason to have a dog wear one in public. A spider gag would not work, it has a too-openly obvious BDSM theme but a steel ring gag would be a possibility. Some dogs bite, and while a muzzle is the usual response to that, a gag is a believable option for an owner to employ. Yes... yes, I decided, after this we'd walk around town with a gag in. I just needed to buy a plain ring gag from the club's shop.<br><br>But for now.... Mmmmm... this was perfect. I doubted she had ever licked a woman in her former life - I'd have to ask later when she had permission to speak - but the way she was lapping at my body now it looked like good old fashioned fear was what was driving her on; the technique was lacking. Another thing to work on. Lots of puppy-cunnilingus would be needed to get her skilled in this just the way I liked it. Of course the gag didn't help much but right now learning the lesson was paramount. I rested the cane on her behind just tapping it there gently to let her know that searing agony was just a whim away should I wish it.<br><br>I pushed my hips forward more and let her tongue slobber at me where I was wet and ready for this... hmm, yes. Divine. Is there no finer way to spend the afternoon than with a humiliated bitch in public eating you out while she squirms on a fat Y hook and her big tits get milked? I doubted it, but if there was I'd explore ways to discover it soon with this hot little number.<br><br><em>kuh-chung! ku-chunk! kuh-shunk! ker-chung!</em> the heavy and repeated cycles of the milking machine vacuum kept Candy's big breasts thudding about, jumping and jerking from side to side. I gave her backside a random swat, a nice hard one just for fun. Her eyes looked up at me pleadingly, helpless and fearful. I love a dog when it wears that expression. I love the power... love to see them suffer.<br><br>I jerked my hips... <em>uhn... I might peak after all...</em><br><br><strong>"Good girl Candy. I don't think you're going to make Mistress come today, you're not able to do what I like with that gag in but it's nice to see you down there, finally being obedient. Are you enjoying your new life yet? Having fun? Two yelps for yes, if you please."</strong> I cracked the cane down on her bound flesh twice more.<br><br>* * *<br><br>After a few minutes I thought she had earned a small reward. Next to me Keith and June were watching and we chatted and swapped small talk as I stood there naked and being serviced. One can pass the time of day quite pleasantly with friends here with a dog doing something nice to you and no-one bats an eyelid. Keith was telling me he had bought some shares in a mining company that was surveying in Peru and Chile. Copper and Zinc apparently. The returns looked promising.<br><br>"Oh, don't talk to me about metal," I joked back, "Artur lives metal twenty-four hours a day practically, though his line of business is dealing in it at the other end of it's life. Did you know the silly man wants to buy a football team? I couldn't believe it! An English one! What a miserable country, their dogs are so scrawny, everyone walks around looking fed up and the weather is horrid. I told him to buy a team where at least the weather is nice - Italy or Spain or Brazil but no, he says all his Russian friends are buying them these days, and for credibility it has to be an English one. Stupid man!"<br><br>June agreed. The weather was depressing. And the food. I nodded. <em>Greasy fish and chips...</em> I shuddered at the thought.<br><br>"She's doing quite well," Keith nodded at Candy's backside as the Setter slobbered away at me.<br><br>"Isn't she just? Not so great on the technical side but five stars for effort. By the way, is Max free? I think she needs a small reward."<br><br>"He is," Keith said, "But no orgasms. Das ist verboten. Von Maximillian has been ein bad hund. Fucking der untermensche dogs."<br><br>I laughed at Keith's mangled German, "That suits me, Candy hasn't earned pleasure yet either. Is Susie finished with him?"<br><br>June laughed in her turn, "Oh heavens no, Susie never finishes with Max. If we didn't restrain her I think she'd fuck herself to death on him. Can't get enough can you my sweet Asian cutie? Hm?" June patted the Chow-Chow's tight little rump where it shunted back and forth against Max's firm stomach. The Alsatian wore an expression of sheer agony as his cock was squeezed and lubricated and ridden by the tight Korean (or Chinese... I never could decide and it seemed rude to ask after I'd known her owners so long).<br><br>"I can't tell if he's enjoying it or in agony," I observed at his screwed up face and set jaw.<br><br>"Both," June supplied, "Which is the whole point, isn't it? Can't have them running around copulating with every brain-dead mutt that wanders in here. Club standards to maintain and all that."<br><br>I looked down into Susie's face. It was red and blotchy and she looked exhausted. Her eyes were rolled back so that only the whites showed and her mouth hung open. Long strands of drool swung down. Sweat dripped off her face and chin and she was making odd sounds, a sort of grunt-whine-gaspy noise as she shunted her hips back and forth slowly against the giant cock that was inside her. Down below the milking cups thumped away and the poor bitch looked close to collapse. She threw her head back and let out a desperate keening groan and shuddered as another orgasm arrived.<br><br>"I think she might have had enough."<br><br>"For this dirty little bitch I doubt it, but yes, you're probably right. Max. Off, get off her." Keith cut his small multi-thonged leather flogger hard across the Alsatian's rump a few times as though it was the dog's fault the Chow-Chow was impaling herself dementedly on him. With a low growl he withdrew. His cock was fantastic, one of the bigger ones in the club and it glistened proudly with Susie's multiple spendings. I licked my lips. I was tempted to ask to borrow Max myself one day. June waved the attendant over and Susie's machine was switched off. The little dog hung there from her bound wrists, gasping gently, slobbering uncontrollably, hardly reacting as the man disconnected the cups from her engorged reddened nipples. Lucky thing. Must have come five or six times.<br><br>"May I borrow Max then?" I asked, "Same rules apply, he's forbidden to move. I don't want this rented bitch coming but I think she deserves to feel something nice up her cunt, she's done well in her initial training today."<br><br>"Of course, anything for a friend. Max, mount the Red Setter please and no moving <em>at all</em>. I want you perfectly still." Keith had Max's leash in his hand and dragged the big dog across one stall. The dogs eyes looked desperate, more cunt was on offer but the torture of not being allowed to rut backwards and forwards inside it would be prolonged.<br><br>"Hello Max," I said cheerfully, "I know you're a quality dog who only likes top bitches but all I've got for you today is this cheap nasty rented one. A little trashy for you but she needs the experience. Beggars can't be choosers eh? Up you get my lad, mount her but keep still."<br><br>Max moved into the stall behind Candy, put his front legs on her shoulders applying his weight and pushed his powerful haunches forwards. With a couple of low growls and grunts he pushed home, all ten inches of his thick meat ramming up into Candy's wet little snatch. Three or four brisk rough pushes and his firm hard stomach connected to her rounded behind, her tail sticking up and curling forwards to nearly touch her hands.<br><br>With her anus already stretched from the plug I wondered what that would feel like.<br><br>I stared down at Candy and flicked my cane against her behind to get her attention.<br><br><strong>"There. A special treat for you for being such a good dog today. However..."</strong> I tapped a few warning strokes gently with the cane tip, <strong>"You will not move. You will <em>not</em>. Now keep licking. I might just come all over your face if you're a good bitch."</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 18:32:47</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux &amp; other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br><br>My tongue was beginning to ache now. I'd been a little too enthusiastic to please, and my long, hard strokes were taking their toll on the nubile wet muscle that'd been working over Ms. Prideux's slit. On top of which the ache in my neck was growing second by second, forced to keep my head upright in order to avoid the cruel hook lodged in my rear end from ripping at me. A low groan escaped my dripping wet mouth as I looked up at the demon I was trying to please, her eyes looking back down at me mercilessly. Who was I kidding... she'd no sooner let me out than swap positions with me. How had I managed to end up with a bitch like her? Why couldn't I have gotten landed with someone who'd let me fuck, or at least offer me some relief... The idea of wanting to be effectively raped by a male dog was becoming less of a fear and more and more of a turn on. What was wrong with me?<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Good girl Candy. I don't think you're going to make Mistress come today, you're not able to do what I like with that gag in but it's nice to see you down there, finally being obedient. Are you enjoying your new life yet? Having fun? Two yelps for yes, if you please."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I could have bit her there and then if it wasn't for the infernal metal device keeping my jaws prised crudely open. Why did she need to ask such humiliating questions, <em>why</em>? The worst of it was that I had no option. I yelped twice, just as two more strokes fell swiftly on my behind again, bringing fresh tears to my eyes. What else could I do? Not answering, or answering no, would have only gotten me more lashes... The bitch knew how to hit hard, both physically and mentally, and I hated her for it. I wondered vaguely how many other poor men and women had ended up under her vicious command.<br><br>My tongue continued to lap, even as I felt it start to cramp. I didn't even realise tongues could cramp up... I was too focused on trying to keep both my neck up and tongue moving to hear what Ms. Prideux was saying, but I knew she was chatting as if it were the most normal thing in the world. How long had she been with dogs for... My head drooped slightly, a whimper issuing my mouth as the hook tugged at my anus, forcing my neck to rise up again. I knew I couldn't last much longer now, and soon my neck would give way fully. I tried not to think too much about what it'd do to my behind. Just keep licking, and maybe she'd remove it. And then maybe she'd release you and send you home again... as if...<br><br>It was only when the Alsatian was almost bearing over me that I noticed him, my heart skipping a beat or three. Was she? No, it wasn't, it wasn't possible, she couldn't be-<br><br>Yet there he was. I felt the heavy weight of his body rest upon my restrained back and shoulders, and within seconds all thoughts of my neck, the hook, my tongue, had vanished as I felt him push deeply within me, threatening to send me careening over the edge. As he settled down over my back, his length fully within me, stretching me apart slightly, I groaned out, a long, low sound escaping from me as I willed him to begin to fuck me, to ram home just once more... just once more...<br><br>And yet he stayed still. It was worse than not being fucked at all. My frustration grew exponentially as he just lay there, buried within me, filling me out and pushing upon the hook, my sex just about ready to explode around his length. My whimpers and moans grew in intensity, my eyes widening and looking up at the woman who'd inflicted this upon me, who'd used my dream dog to plunge me deeper into a nightmare.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"There. A special treat for you for being such a good dog today. However... You will not move. You will not. Now keep licking. I might just come all over your face if you're a good bitch."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I tried. I tried to lick, but I couldn't. I couldn't focus in the slightest. I barked out, the frustration shown in my eyes and in every line of my face.<br><br><strong>*rugh rugh* </strong>I managed, the gag preventing the proper sounds from being formed. So long as he was in me, I was effectively paralysed.
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				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 00:21:44</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - Outdoor Play Areas With Scamp and Mimi<br><br>An attendant held the door open for me, allowing us to pass through, and out into the warm afternoon soon.&nbsp; <strong>"To the left, around the pool."</strong>&nbsp; It was a fairly busy afternoon, with numerous members lounging around the pool, or in the grassy gardens, a number of the trained club dogs, liveried in their club uniforms were moving briskly among guests, taking orders, delivering orders, and in most cases being casually molested in the process of seeing to their duties.&nbsp; The pool was the most crowded spot at the moment, and I wanted to get Mimi, and Scamp there, first, and get them both used to being seen, and generally touched.&nbsp; With any luck, Mimi would soon be blushing even more furiously than she had been inside!<br><br>I kept my charges to the grass, just skirting the stone patio that marked the pool area, threading them past club members in various states of dress, and undress, and to a pair of grunting, fucking dogs, both blind to anything else near them, were I stopped Scamp and Mimi, letting them observe the little show.&nbsp; <strong>"Mimi, Scamp....sit!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 14:55:05</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br><br><strong>"Awwww!"</strong> I cooed in a syrupy teasing voice. The voice you'd usually use with a baby... or a dog. A proper dog, one who knew what was what. Dinner. Pissing. Doo-Doo's. Sleeping. Cuddles. Companionship. Walkies. Fuckies. Dogs knew about life and the cycle of joy it brought them. The nice thing extra on top that <em>Club des Affaires Étrangères</em> gave me was the wonderful mind-fuckery. I loved it. I loved having dogs-that-were-not-dogs. Dogs that were enslaved girls with stupid fucking ears and tails bolted on and their sex-drives dialled up to helpless way-above-porno-star levels. They were helpless slaves, nothing but uncooked dough I could knead happily into any shape I liked, hour after hour. Some were so demented with the need for sex they'd cum if you whipped their cunts. That was spectacular to watch, a dog writhing with pleasure as you beat it. Things like that brought me out in a sweat. Life was good for those who had the Good Life.<br><br>I gave up on trying to get pleasure from Candy. Clearly she wasn't technically up to this. Too advanced for her. I squatted down in front of her drooling red face.<br><br><strong>"Aww, I think Candy-Puppy likes cock! She does! Yes she does! Candy likes nice cockies hm? Big and thick and long and up there in your hot little womb, eh? Bet you want to push back on it don't you? I bet you do... you naughty randy little puppy-dog, you!"</strong> I patted her cheek and called for an assistant. I groped her breasts roughly for a while, squeezing harshly, tugging and crushing. They were a little slacker now, not tight balloons like they'd been before. The attendant switched the machine off and I tugged the cups from her, the residual vacuum making them stick and making her nipples pull down into long cones before - <em>plok!</em> out they popped. A little dribble of milk ran down and I grabbed a tit and quickly suckled on her flesh, nipping her with my teeth.<br><br><strong>"Mm, sweet. Candy's taste suits her name. Good doggie!"</strong> I pulled the second cup off and chewed on that nipple too, making her yelp as I nipped her tender flesh. Her teats were long and thick and swollen. They looked very sensitive. I had a mind to put some clamps on but decided not to overload her with too much fun on the first day. She needed some exercise now. Maybe an hour around the park before dinner? Where had William gone with his new pet?<br><br>Still squatting I told the attendant to unbuckle and remove the taut bondage strapping that helped support her.<br><br><strong>"Well, puppy's pretty fucking useless as a cunt licker that's for sure. And you can't keep that naughty muzzle quiet so I'll leave that gag in for now because I just know you'll start bleating in human-speak the minute I take it out. It's for your own good Candy, my pet. If the police hear you talking or the dog pound men do... it'll be straight down the chop shop for you my girl."</strong> I waggled a scolding finger in her face, <strong>"Half your brain removed at best or a weeks rape and torture ending in an injection at worst, then ground up for food to give to the lions at the zoo. And we wouldn't want that would we? Hm? We'd rather have ten inch dicks up us and have all this lovely sunshine and fun wouldn't we? We'd like to have the chance to be a good puppy and lick cunt again, I bet."</strong><br><br><strong>"Wouldn't you?"</strong> I said, cruelly, my voice suddenly hard and cold. I reinforced the question with a hard slap to her face.<br><br>After she had responded I went on.<br><br><strong>"Well, it has been quite a busy first afternoon for you. Lots of new and fun experiences for a curious puppy."</strong> My sugary doggy-talk voice was back. <strong>"But you have tried hard, I'll give you that. So, Renée now is going to be even nicer to her cute little Candy-Pup than she already has been. Candy Pup has Renée's permission to move. You can shunt your whorish puppy loins back and forth and enjoy that dick that's inside you. I know you want to, so off you go."</strong> I stared at the big muscular Alsatian that she was impaled on. <strong>"Max. Do not come. You come my boy and your owners will give you hell."</strong><br><br>As if hell wasn't what he was going through right now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Play Areas]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 17:21:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.msg3555825#msg3555825">Quote from: DngrMse on 30-08-2010, 00:21:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allain-Emelin Chodomer - Outdoor Play Areas With Scamp and Mimi<br>"Very good, Scamp!&nbsp; Much better, Mimi, but stop wiggling your rump around like a common street mutt."&nbsp; <br><br>I knelt, digging into my pocket, and pulled out one of the little treats, most of us carried with us.&nbsp; Much tastier than the dry kibble the dogs were usually fed on, and they had a mild sedative, very mild, incorporated in them.&nbsp; Enough to take the edge of the suddenly frightening world The new dogs found themselves in.&nbsp; Mimi wouldn't need one, I wanted her on edge for a while yet.&nbsp; Naughty thing!&nbsp; Scamp was doing his best though, and he deserved a reward.&nbsp; I held the small round treat to his lips, and encouraged him to open up, then popped it inside his mouth.&nbsp; I stroked my hand down Scamps back, then turned to Mimi.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scamp looked up at the man, his bright blue eyes wide and timid. He kept his mouth shut for a moment, not wanting to take anything from this man, not wanting a 'reward' for 'behaving'. He didn't want to let go of the idea that he still had some say in his life. In the end however, he opened his mouth, feeling the man's intruding fingers - knowing where they had been - slide over his lips as he pops the treat inside. Chewing softly, he let out another small, pleasured sound at the hand running down his back.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I knelt half way between the two puppies, and turned to Scamp, and started teaching them the basics of being puppies at the club.&nbsp; Scamp first, then Mimi, each of the few poses, and stances they would need to know.&nbsp; Kneel up, being the first.&nbsp; I positioned Scamp, up on his knees, back straight, and paws behind the small of his back.&nbsp; "Very good Scamp."&nbsp; I scratched him behind his doggy ears, and stroked my hand down his back, and patted him on his young puppy rump.&nbsp; I left him in that position, to tease Mimi with a view of his puppy cock, so close, just in front of her, then worked Mimi into the same position.&nbsp; "Slow, Mimi.&nbsp; No bell, no ting ting ting!"&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving the pair facing each other, I taught them both to bark their answers to questions, twice for yes, once for no, the usual way things were done at the club.&nbsp; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"The basics" were tiring for someone who had been unable to sleep well for days if not weaks, trapped in an unfamiliar and bound position, sore, scared and disoriented. He waited, thighs trembling with his back erect, useless hands folded behind his back, chest and cock exposed, while he did the same to his female companion - Mimi it seemed her name was. His bark, a more familiar "bark" to his ears, was still timid - somewhere an owner with a thin-walled apartment was missing out. He almost slipped up as they were being taught, a question of 'What if we don't understand the question' ironically at the tip of his tongue before he swallowed it.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Excellent, both of you!&nbsp; I think now it's time for a nice walk outside, so everyone can get a look at such lovely puppies.&nbsp; Scamp, let Mimi set the pace, she's going to be moving slow.&nbsp; Stay together, don't touch each other."&nbsp; I gave a firm tug on the enema nozzle embedded in Mimi's rear, then stood, and gathered their leashes.&nbsp; "Down, both of you, stay in front of me."&nbsp; A bit of gentle prodding, and one decent swat to Mimi's ass, and I had them both moving down the corridor to the dog cages, then outside to the Garden.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>He whimpered softly up at the man, knowing his humiliation was about to be compounded. The trainer's foot nudges him back onto all fours however, and another, slightly more firm, sends him in front of the man, carefully monitoring his speed so he didn't outrun the struggling girl, or force her to move faster and ring the bell dangling between her legs. He hesitates for a moment at the threshold and the bright, natural sun of the Garden, ducking his head slightly before the man's presence once more drove him forward.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">An attendant held the door open for me, allowing us to pass through, and out into the warm afternoon soon.&nbsp; <strong>"To the left, around the pool."</strong>&nbsp; It was a fairly busy afternoon, with numerous members lounging around the pool, or in the grassy gardens, a number of the trained club dogs, liveried in their club uniforms were moving briskly among guests, taking orders, delivering orders, and in most cases being casually molested in the process of seeing to their duties.&nbsp; The pool was the most crowded spot at the moment, and I wanted to get Mimi, and Scamp there, first, and get them both used to being seen, and generally touched.&nbsp; With any luck, Mimi would soon be blushing even more furiously than she had been inside!<br><br>I kept my charges to the grass, just skirting the stone patio that marked the pool area, threading them past club members in various states of dress, and undress, and to a pair of grunting, fucking dogs, both blind to anything else near them, were I stopped Scamp and Mimi, letting them observe the little show.&nbsp; <strong>"Mimi, Scamp....sit!"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scamp's unsteady pace, trying to keep ahead of the man but behind Mimi, continued as they circled around the pool. The sun was hot and the pool area crowded. Blinking his eyes in the brightness, he eyed the pool with envy. He...the old he...had liked to swim, and the water looked both cool and blissfully uncrowded. Idly, he wondered if it was possible to swim in his new state, or if he would simply flounder and drown. His thoughts were interrupted by the order to sit, and he obediently sank down, his rear on his ankles, back straight and arms down. A soft blush reached his cheeks as he watched the two dogs, and he ducked his head slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:16:35</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux &amp; other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br><br>My head shook jerkily- there was no way in hell I could focus on anything now. My brain has seized up, requiring all my focus and determination not to push back, sweat dripping from my forehead and dribble down my chin. As Ms. Prideux knelt down before me, I struggled to look at her, trying to listen to her speak, though the dog inside of me, just resting there, just so horribly resting there, kept my mind in a state of paralysis.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Aww, I think Candy-Puppy likes cock! She does! Yes she does! Candy likes nice cockies hm? Big and thick and long and up there in your hot little womb, eh? Bet you want to push back on it don't you? I bet you do... you naughty randy little puppy-dog, you!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>My mouth hung open, barely noticing as she worked on my breasts, teasing and tormenting them. In a way the long, thick shaft buried deep within my womb acted more effectively than any chemical anaesthetic, focusing attention away from any pain or suffering. I found myself yelping rather pathetically each time she bit down on my nipples, though the pain was nowhere near as strong as it would have been had my attention been focused solely upon them, the pumps having pulled them out and tenderised them. <br><br>By the time she started speaking to me again my mind was little more than sexually charged mush, and I drifted in and out of focus, catching some of her words and not others. As I looked at her I prayed she would allow the Alsatian to fuck me... or make him pull out and she herself finger fuck me... or let me lick myself to orgasm... anything to relieve the mind-numbing effects of the extended orgasm denial she was subjecting me to... The bondage around me was beginning to loosen, not that made much difference; I was still under orders not to move. If anything, being freer would have been worse- I'd have to exercise more control, control I just didn't think I could muster.<br><br>A sharp *SLAP* brought me back to consciousness, the words '"Wouldn't you?" having only just registered. I had no idea what she had asked, nodding quickly, drool flying over my face and onto the floor, my mouth remaining open with the metalwork she'd shoved in, letting my puppy-drool flow out like water over a waterfall. The nod appeared to be the correct answer as she continued, her voice sweet, laced with honey as if I were a baby or some useless, pitiable creature... and in my position, I was pretty much that. My attention tried in vain to focus on her words, honing in on her last sentences.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">... already has been. Candy Pup has Renée's permission to move. You can shunt your whorish puppy loins back and forth and enjoy that dick that's inside you. I know you want to, so off you go."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>My body was moving before my head had been allowed to properly consider the command. Rocking on my hands and knees, I knew instantly that I'd have to cum, even if it meant punishment. I couldn't stop, my whole frame bucking faster and faster over the course of a few seconds.<br><br><strong>*rugh... rugh... rugghhhhhhhhh*</strong><br><br>I came, and my whole world exploded into white noise. Pleasure swallowed me up, flowing through every vessel and cell in my body, filling me up like never before. My puppy-juices squirted violently all over the Alsatian, splattering over his chest and legs and onto the floor with immense force. Coughing and gagging, drool continued to flow freely, forced out my mouth by my tongue as I panted to remain stood on all fours, slowly regaining my composure. But as the pleasure began to subside, ebbing away, shame filled its place. In the moment of clarity after an orgasm I realised what I'd done, cumming over a strange dog for a woman who treated me like an animal. My cheeks burned scarlet as I bowed my head, suddenly acutely aware of how much i was dribbling, and how soaked my chin was. What had happened to me?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 15:28:40</strong>
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				MIMI - POOLSIDE WITH CHODOMER AND SCAMP<br><br>We came out from the place I'd been kept (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76933.msg3584559#msg3584559) into dazzling bright light and hot sunshine and so many new smells and sounds. There was the tumbling surge of city noises beyond the buildings and the squawk of seagulls wheeling above and the unmistakeable scent of the sea. All around me people sat on sun loungers and sipped drinks and ate delicately off tables while naked people... no... what? Naked dogs walking upright?! Upright? They were walking upright. My jaw hung slack - or it would have if it wasn't already forced so wide my whole face was hurting by now. I sucked air in noisily through my open mouth, wheezing and kind of... panting. There was just so much to take in, so much.. far too much. On top of my raging sore behind and torn anus and the lovely blissful pain-pleasure at my clitty and a hot red wave of the most awful shame at my nakedness outdoors with elegant people all around and the fear or a caning and... and...<br><br>I don't know how I got to the grass, I was dragged I think. I was vaguely aware of the cute naked boy with me on all fours too and of two young people, a girl and a boy again with ears and a tail... doing it. They were dogs, they had to be. Dumb stupid animals with no thought of what they were doing. Yes, that explained it. People were watching or just walking by ignoring it like they do in any park in any city.<br><br>We stopped and I sat down with Scamp on the grass. I couldn't help but watch the dogs having sex. The smells, the sounds, that fierce <em>slap-slap-slap</em> of flesh against flesh. The powerful grunts of the boy-dog, his amazing muscles... The bitch's whines of pleasure. I whimpered more and squatting began to grind my cunny against the cool tickly grass. It felt so good! The spiked bell pulled at my clitty and stabbed at my softness with its evil spikes but I didn't care. I needed to spend, and right now! I needed it right. Fucking. Now!<br><br>I began to buck and grind, my eyes rolled back, my bottom hurt, my jaw hurt... but I didn't care. I'd be caned so bad... but. Spend! I just needed to spend! Please let me!<br><br><strong>"Uhnnnn!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 17:40:31</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - MILKING SHED WITH CANDY AND OTHERS<br><br>I watched her enjoy herself. I'd been a bit of a meanie to her, I think she deserved it. It took only seconds and was truly spectacular. When she finished and Max was still kneeling there with a fixed jaw and Candy's splash was dripping off him I felt a bit bad for him too.<br><br><strong>"My <em>word!</em>"</strong> I knelt back and clapped my hands in glee, <strong>"Candy-Puppy needed <em>that</em> didn't she? What an energetic puppy we have here! And what a squirty-puppy you are too! Quite the messy little bitch. I'll have to put down some clean mats if you ever come in my house."</strong> I knelt back to her, cupping her face in my hand and gave her a long tender and somewhat rude kiss, exploring her held open gaspy puppy mouth. A quick grope of her tits and I decided Max couldn't be left covered in all that muck. it would be an insult to his owners for one thing, not to mention bad form for a Club Dog to mess on a Private Dog.<br><br>I had untied her arms already and now I shortened the slip knot so her anal hook nicely tugged her head back to the required position. I reattached her leash and slapped at her behind and with a rude wet sound she uncoupled from Max's gigantic pole. Tugging on Candy's lead I hauled her forwards, made her turn in the walkway by the mirror with a couple of hearty slaps and led her back facing Max.<br><br><strong>"Keith, June, is it okay? Can I have her suck him off? He looks a bit like he might suffer a brain haemorrhage soon if he's not given release."</strong> Keith and June agreed though Keith began to flog the Alsatian's muscular rump so that even though he enjoyed an orgasm it would be tempered by the pain of a whipped backside.<br><br>I led Candy forwards. <strong>"Now, let's be nice to the kind doggy, hm? He was such a good boy to let a slut like you debase yourself so disgustingly on his meat, the least we can do is clean him up and then drink all his yummy doggy-spurt. Now, open wide!"</strong> I laughed cruelly, <strong>"Oh, you are wide. Silly me. Oh well, lick your revolting bitch-spend off him where you can reach and then we'll let him fuck your face."</strong><br><br>Talking like this to dogs excited me, I got a real kick out of verbally abusing them. Most of them grew to love it because they grew to accept their place in the world and you may as well make the most of a bad job, eh? I watched Candy's little tongue come out and lick away her own juices off those parts of Max she could reach from all fours. Max was now upright, his front legs resting on the side bars of Candy's stall his huge cucumber of a dick sticking up well beyond the horizontal. After Candy had finished I grabbed her hair and steered her face onto the fat wet cock, pushing her well forwards until she choked.<br><br><strong>"You can't really suck him off dear, so fuck your mouth onto him until he spurts. I'm sure you've seen videos of this sort of thing in your dirty mis-spent youth. Now get to it. Doggy porn star effort is what I want to see."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>05-09-2010, 19:30:42</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - Outdoor Play Areas With Scamp and Mimi<br><br>I stroked my hand down Scamp's back, to his rump, and gave him a 'good boy' pat, then slipped my hand between his legs, and gently squeezed his dangling balls.&nbsp; <strong>"Good boy, Scamp, very good!"</strong>&nbsp; New dogs were always a mixed bag, as the labs that produced them were often in competition with each other, and enjoyed trying to outdo what the other labs produced, which resulted in the club receiving a variety of dogs, some good, like Scamp, and others, like Mimi, completely unable to control themselves.&nbsp; I was certain much of this was at the direction of Monsieur Marc, who seemed preternaturally attuned to what his club's membership desired in their animals.&nbsp; Some constantly naughty, others constantly good, some easy to train, and control, others difficult.&nbsp; <br><br>Scamp was clearly frightened, yet completely obedient, and he deserved some encouragement, and reward for his behavior.&nbsp; <strong>"Kneel up, Boy.&nbsp; I want you to watch this."</strong>&nbsp; The male dog in front of us, oblivious to everything but the appreciative little bitch he was smoothly muscling his wrist thick doggy cock into, grunted happily with each powerful thrust of his muscular thighs, rocking the diminutive female forward, who whined each time in pure pleasure, her mouth open, drooling, and cheek pressed against the soft grass.&nbsp; Their owners were reclined on lounges nearby, watching the spectacle, sipping drinks, and apparently making friendly wagers as to which would cum first.&nbsp; My money was on the bitch.&nbsp; Her whole body was quivering, her eyes were rolled back in her head, and it didn't look to me as if she could take many more thrusts of that massive dog meat into her stretched little pussy before splashing the male's hips with her naughty girl juices.<br><br>My attention was diverted from the two coupling dogs, as well as Mimi and Scamp by a passing club bitch, a tiny thing, with sandy blond hair, triangular ears perched atop her head, and waving wagging tail curved gracefully against her back.&nbsp; I waved her over, and ordered water for my two charges, then stroked her pert little ass with my cane to send her on her way.&nbsp; She gave little more than a tiny yelp, then hurried off, the pink fringed tassels of a butt plug someone had fitted her with swishing against her thighs as she walked briskly away.&nbsp; Distracted first by Scamp, then the club bitch, I hadn't noticed that the gentle ringing of the bell dangling from Mimi's clit had become muted, more like a rattle, and turning to her, it was obvious why.&nbsp; She was still almost in the basic sitting position, but now her legs were spread further apart, and instead of resting her cute round doggy bottom on her heals, she was pressing her sex against the ground, and busily grinding and rubbing for all she was worth.<br><br><strong>"Mimi!&nbsp; You naughty, slutty little bitch, no!"</strong>&nbsp; I grabbed a thick handful of her long black hair, and jerked her head back, while applying my cane to her ass.&nbsp; Several viciously sharp, stinging blows, Whack!&nbsp; Whap!&nbsp; Whap!&nbsp; Whack!, decorating her pale bottom with long red raised welts.&nbsp; <strong>"Bad girl, no!"</strong>&nbsp; THWACK!&nbsp; A last, and harder blow, directly across the backs of her thighs.&nbsp; "<strong>Now sit, and do not move.&nbsp; No fun, no cumming unless you are given permission!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 14:47:58</strong>
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				MIMI - POOLSIDE WITH CHODOMER AND SCAMP<br><br><strong>"Nnn....nnnn....mmmhn....nnmm....nnng..."</strong> I quietly worked away grinding my sex against the grass. The spiked bell dug into my most tender flesh but I didn't care... I just didn't... the pain mounted with the pleasure but the pleasure was better and stronger and getting closer and closer... so close! <em>Oh yes! Cumming! I'm cumm~</em> <strong>"~AIEE!"</strong> I yelped with pain as I was hit. I rolled sideways and collapsed as more vicious can swipes made my behind and thighs burn.<br><br><strong>"Please let me come! I need to come! Please!"</strong> What came out was just a strangled whining gurgle since I was talking in my native tongue and the huge frame-gag made coherent words impossible. The caning went on and I yelped and wailed and rolled around until finally, weeping pathetically I was made to sit back up in this stupid degrading position again. The shame was awful, being naked among common dogs as they mated and with strangers looking at me and my behind about to explode. I couldn't even beg to have the huge object stuffing my behind removed. I couldn't do anything! I knelt there hands on the grass and cried. I wished I could die. I wished I'd been made into a stupid dog, one who couldn't think or talk, at least the torment would be merely physical then and not mental too.<br><br>I had to kneel there, my vision blurred by streams of tears and watch the two dogs going at it like it was a sex Olympics or something. I couldn't help but stare, fascinated. I had seen dogs do it in public countless times but it was something that happened as you went by and you didn't stop to watch, it was like having a TV on in the corner while you did your homework - a distracting murmur of noise, nothing more. Dog mating in public was so much a part of society no-one gave it a second thought. Yet here, wherever 'here' was, it was different. My body craved sex, simply craved it, I was desperate for it, any kind of sex. I think I'd even let a girl put her fingers on tongue in me if she offered... because I was so wound up every sight of any form of sex was keenly felt and the ordinary mating of dogs demanded my attention. I watched the bitch carefully, her desperate squeals and her up thrust rump, pushing back fiercely in eager little slaps as the boy pounded down at her. She was so tiny and he so big. It looked from the thickness of him that he had a third arm in her body. I stopped crying and watched wondering how good that must feel, wanting that huge thing to split me open and break me until I screamed.<br><br>I looked up at the horrid man who had caned me and gagged me and done other horrible things. I whined. Even though I hated him I knew he held the key to my experiences here for the time being, pain or pleasure. I whined and panted at him and tried to make positive noises, <strong>"Aarr! Aarr!"</strong> was all I could get out with my jaws wired apart. I wagged my tail, making it thump on the grass.<br><br>With a desperate cry the bitch in front of us peaked, the intense squirt of her orgasm shooting out to coat the boy dogs thighs. Her juices dripped down off his balls and... he carried on... just carried on rutting in complete abandon and if anything with renewed energy. The poor girl-dog mewled and turned her head away and kept thrusting back at him. It looked like she might peak again.<br><br>I whined again, somewhat pitifully. I wanted some of that. I wanted it now, no matter who watched me or if they laughed or clapped or anything, my shame meant nothing if I could just get a cock up me, right this instant. I looked hungrily across at the <em>gaijin</em> boy called Scamp and stared at his thingy. It was much smaller than the one being pounded into the bitch in front of me but I wasn't fussy. It would do just fine.
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 04:47:30</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux &amp; other owners &amp; dogs</strong><br><br>I tried to pull myself together, though in my current state I wasn't sure I wanted to be composed... In the stunning moment of clarity after orgasm, I felt ashamed. Ashamed at having just cum from the fucking of a totally unknown mutt. Was this how life would be from now on? Always at the whim of an evil bitch, craving a good public fucking whilst I hung up in straps? I wanted to be hot and needy again, to have my pussy dripping for a fucking- at least then, I wouldn't be able to to think about what I was becoming.<br><br>Ms. Prideux knelt down, offering me.. or rather, forcing me into, a wet, tender kiss. Drool covered my chin, soaking it completely, and as our lips met I felt it transfer to Ms. Prideux, mingling with her own saliva. It was only as she was nearly finished, pulling away from me that I felt myself lean in into the embracing kiss, my pussy starting to grow hot again, beginning to lust after another doggy cock, an invasive finger. My legs shifted a little uncomfortably, unsure how much I was beginning to leak again, my own sweet juices from my recent orgasm running gently down my thighs. Soon those little streams would grow, and would once more form rivers, indicating my single-minded desire for release.<br><br>A tug on the slip knot forced my head back as I supported myself on my paws again, whimpering through the mucky ring gag. It was a struggle to keep my head in the position Ms. Prideux apparently wanted, doubly so as I started to move, encouraged by the slaps administered. With a wet <em>*shlop*</em> sound my body eased off the Alsatian's dripping member, already beginning to look ever so tempting again, glistening beautifully in the light, still throbbing, standing proudly to attention. As if knowing how much I wanted it again, Ms. Prideux began to maneuver me again, and soon it was right in my sightline, just resting there, begging for attention.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Keith, June, is it okay? Can I have her suck him off? He looks a bit like he might suffer a brain hemorrhage soon if he's not given release.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>My ears pricked up, my tail beginning to wag under its own accord. Had I heard correctly? My big brown eyes flicked up to Ms. Prideux, my tongue hanging out stupidly as I panted, my eagerness all too obvious. It was impossible to control myself, and by now my tail was wagging so fast it had started to catch my legs. With a push from Ms. Prideux my body leaned forwards, my tongue starting to glide smoothly up and down his enormous length. Ye Gods, it tasted gorgeous. It was the first time I'd ever truly tasted my own juices, and I couldn't get enough of them, my slippery tongue working to clean up the mess I'd selfishly created. Now I was repaying the favour granted to me, and I wanted him to know how very grateful I was.<br><br>It felt like I'd only just started as Ms. Prideux grabbed a handful of my hair, still tied securely back on the J hook, pulling me back and then forwards again. She held me for a second, offering me a split second view of his gorgeous, spit-covered doggy cock before my mouth was driven, impaled upon his length, sliding without any resistance through the hole that was my ring-gagged mouth. I choked badly, but it was a pittance to pay for the honour of servicing his member.<br><br>Without being able to suck, my head started to bob awkwardly, held back a little by the binding J hook. I tugged gently on it, allowing me to gain a&nbsp; little more movement, ignoring the slight increase in pain from my anus. Flecks of drool splattered down upon his length as my overactive dribbly mouth fucked it like I was no more than some throwaway sex toy. Wet sloppy noises began to issue forth as more and more drool dribbled down his length and onto the floor, a rhythmic spluttering and wet slapping noise indicating how fast and furiously my mouth was aiming to please, just like a good little pup.
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				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 20:18:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=76934.msg3589035#msg3589035">Quote from: DngrMse on 05-09-2010, 19:30:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Allain-Emelin Chodomer - Outdoor Play Areas With Scamp and Mimi<br><br>I stroked my hand down Scamp's back, to his rump, and gave him a 'good boy' pat, then slipped my hand between his legs, and gently squeezed his dangling balls.&nbsp; <strong>"Good boy, Scamp, very good!"</strong>&nbsp; New dogs were always a mixed bag, as the labs that produced them were often in competition with each other, and enjoyed trying to outdo what the other labs produced, which resulted in the club receiving a variety of dogs, some good, like Scamp, and others, like Mimi, completely unable to control themselves.&nbsp; I was certain much of this was at the direction of Monsieur Marc, who seemed preternaturally attuned to what his club's membership desired in their animals.&nbsp; Some constantly naughty, others constantly good, some easy to train, and control, others difficult.&nbsp; <br><br>Scamp was clearly frightened, yet completely obedient, and he deserved some encouragement, and reward for his behavior.&nbsp; <strong>"Kneel up, Boy.&nbsp; I want you to watch this."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scamp's rear wiggled unconsciously as the trainer pet him, the motion content, pleased and entirely involuntary. The new puppy's eyes widened as the hand traced down between his legs and squeezed. He looked up, letting out a soft, worried whimper of discomfort before the man let go, settling into the kneeling position as he was taught. Watching the two dogs go at each other, Scamp squirmed ever so slightly. He knew something was different about him - most of the dogs seemed driven by sex, almost mindless with desire. He...wasn't. But even without that, watching the two, and the sheer number of naked young women nearby, was having an effect.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 18:49:21</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - FROM MILKING SHED TO POOLSIDE GARDENS WITH CANDY<br><br>I knelt close to Candy and watched her thrust her face onto the gigantic penis. She was so eager, so desperate and the noises! My God, so hot! If I was in private with the two of them I'd stuff my fingers down there or go get a vibe and bring myself off with him but out in public one had to behave with at least a modicum of decorum.<br><br>It was a shame Max was so close to the edge, it would have been awesome to see the bitch debase herself like this for fifteen minutes or more but within just a few minutes Max came to his peak. The fact Keith was flogging his rump may have helped in fact, I wasn't so sure how Max swung as regards to pain. The flogging at least made him thrust and shift his hips roughly back and forth so that Candy's eager pushes meant that if they got out of synch he went too deep and she made some lovely choking noises, coughing and letting out thick strings of gluey saliva.<br><br>As exciting as it was, it couldn't go on much longer and with a deep hoarse animal grunt-howl and shudder, Max unloaded between Candy's forced apart jaws with some incredible thrusts. Having had his body 'doggified' to the fullest extent, that meant his orgasm went on for about a minute, thick spurts of dog-cum gouting out of his flexing, juddering cock and down Candy's throat until it looked like she couldn't drink it all and it splashed back and ran out and down her chin. The big Alsatian kept on jerking and howling and the cum torrent went on and on until he finished and sagged back exhausted onto his back legs, his cock sliding out of Candy and thumping wetly against his thighs.<br><br><strong>"That seemed to go as well as expected,"</strong> I said perkily, tugging Candy away by her leash, <strong>"Give the nice doggie a couple of thank you woofs for using you, it was very nice of him to dump his load down your throat I thought."</strong><br><br>Making my thank-yous and goodbyes to Keith and June I stood up to put my bikini back on and led Candy away down the steps and back into the gardens. I searched for Laurenne but couldn't see her, nor her new dog. Where had she gone? She wasn't playing on the grass and I couldn't see them by the bar either. I spied William who was sat on a sun lounger chatting with some people, his new bitch laying quietly and obediently by his side in a patch of shade. He did have a way with new pups that seemed to calm them down. Mind you calming a dog wasn't really my intention, I quite liked invoking the opposite response. Giving the leash in my hand a couple more harsh tugs that I knew would pull Candy's head forward and dig the Y hook tighter up her bottom, I went over. One of the French trainers - it was that vet gentleman - was working with two dogs nearby. I went over to William to half chat to him and half watch the trainer at work.<br><br>I stopped beside him.<br><br><strong>"Hello again William, how's it going? New dog looking very happy I see. Did you fancy a walk along Allée des Boulingrins? I think it's time Candy enjoyed some less strenuous exercise."</strong><br><br>After we had chatted a moment I turned to my dog. <strong>"Sit."</strong> I waited while she obeyed, <strong>"Good girl."</strong> From my bag I got another Puppy Snax meat treat and popped it into Candy's wide open mouth, her lower jaw still totally caked with drying doggy-cum. I knelt beside her.<br><br><strong>"I am hoping young Candy has learned that talking is not wise. If you talk again this gag will go back in for another hour and on top of that I will punish you in other, much more painful ways. I can take you out in public like that, some owners use muzzles for pets that bite, some use gags, so don't think that just because you'll be playing in the park you can't wear your no-talkies toy. So be good. Or else."</strong> I reached behind her neck to unbuckle the spider gag and wiping it clean on a rag, put it away. I'd return it to June later.<br><br>There was a communal dog water bowl just beside us and I picked it up and placed it on the grass before Candy.<br><br><strong>"Eat your treat and have a drink."</strong><br><br>I watched her. This would be amusing as bending her head forward to do so would drag that nice metal stalk all the way up tight in her behind and tilt it forwards so it would push against her vaginal canal and the deep root of her clitoris in front of that.<br><br>As the dog did her thing I continued to chat with William, finding a vacant sun chair and dragging it over.
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				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>12-09-2010, 18:24:20</strong>
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				<strong>Candy, at the milking shed, leaving with Ms. Prideux to the poolside gardens</strong><br><br>My head continued to bob as far as it could up and down his ginormous length, the pain in my ass beginning to fade as my concentration was sucked up. I could hear the wet slopping noises as my drool flew all over the place, coating my face nearly as thoroughly as my chin. More than one my head pushed down far too far, forcing me to pull back to control my violent gagging and wet coughing, which only served to splatter more stings of saliva all over my face and his shaft. From the way her was yelping and thrusting I knew it wouldn't be long before he exploded and came, no doubt in my throat or all over my face. Right then, I didn't care much at all- so long as he didn't break just yet. I wanted- needed- a few more minutes to satisfy myself.<br><br>The first I knew of his orgasm was when he thrust into my throat, a potent, jamming motion that caused me to cough, a string of drool flying free of my mouth as I pushed down, then- the first sticky spurt of dog-cum splattered and stuck against the back of my throat, and with no ability to swallow it began slowly sliding down, followed by a second, then a third, then a- I quickly lost count, my eyes bulging as he came over and over, my mouth filling with his thick gooey fluid. His member twitched and jerked violently as it let loose its contents, and for an eternity he continued to thrust and buck, my mouth filling up so much that it started dribbling thickly down my chin, forced out by my tongue to try and stop myself from drowning in it. Finally, mercifully, he pulled out, my tongue pushing out the majority of his goo, sliding down my already coated chin and falling with a splatter onto the floor, too thick to swallow properly. My gooed tongue hung out of my mouth as I panted furiously, feeling as exhausted as the Alsatian did, now slumped away from me.<br><br>I looked up wearily as Ms. Prideux pulled me away, ordering me to bark.<br><br><strong>*rughh*</strong>... <strong>*rughh*</strong> Was all I managed, still coughing up drops of his sticky fluid. Whether it was physical exertion or mental exertion, the whole thing had worn me down, and the heat spreading from my pussy didn't help matters- all I could think of was letting him fuck me again, then letting me suck him, repeated over and over until I passed out completely. As Ms. Prideux changed, my gaze lingered on the Alsatian, but slowly turned to the much smaller dog next to him, who looked like she was about to pass out, dripping from her pussy and mouth- she'd been the dog the Alsatian had been fucking to death earlier. Lucky thing...<br><br>I found myself following after Ms. Prideux as she walked across the lawn, looking for people as she walked over. It was only now that i was exposed to the 'public' that I realised what a state I was- a drippy chin and mouth forced open with a metal spreader, and a pussy that must have been leaking all over the place. Yet no-one, as far as I saw, turned to pay much attention, bar a few of the boy dogs who I saw looking my way, my sex heating up everytime I gazed longingly at their huge erect members hanging underneath them. A sharp tug ilicted a loud gurgled yelp of pain to escape my lips as the hook buried itself just a little deeper into me, stretching my anus just that little bit further as I hurried on quickly after her, panting again through the ring gag.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sit.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I whimpered quietly as I started to adopt the sit pose, realising it was going to tug on the hook if I wasn't careful. I carefully spread my legs apart and knelt, bending my neck back as far as I could without overbalancing, teetering dangerously in an attempt to keep the rope as slack as possible as Ms. Prideux popped something into my open mouth, leaning into me, and for a second I feared she was going to push me over or force my head forwards.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am hoping young Candy has learned that talking is not wise. If you talk again this gag will go back in for another hour and on top of that I will punish you in other, much more painful ways. I can take you out in public like that, some owners use muzzles for pets that bite, some use gags, so don't think that just because you'll be playing in the park you can't wear your no-talkies toy. So be good. Or else.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I watched her with wide nervous eyes, my stomach turning- public walking? That didn't sound particularly fun, not with a woman as dangerous as this one. I nodded my head, just once, careful not to aggravate the hook. I winced as the gag was removed from my mouth, my jaw stiff and aching as I closed it, causing me to wince in pain. I circled it around a few times, chewing slowly, trying to get the feeling back into it. My eyes followed as she picked up a water bowl, placing it near me- drink from it? How on Earth did she think I was going to lean down with the hook inside of me, already pulling dangerously at my anus and putting pressure on God knows what else. I turned to her as she pulled up a sun chair.<br><br><strong>*Ruff* *Ruff ruff*</strong> I barked out, hoping to gain her attention again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jessica</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 19:15:46</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe, entering the poolside gardens with Starshine</strong><br><br>Starshine followed obediently, and more than once on the way out I found her hair brushing against my legs. I was glad of that- at least she was a fast mover. Unlike Pogo Starshine didn't seem to be so dominated by her 'natural' urges, and she would be more in tune to what was going on around her. I'd always disliked the open nature of the poolside gardens- new dogs entering it from the cages were greeted with a cacophony of sounds, smells and sights, and with their more tuned senses it wasn't unusual for a fresh dog to start panicing as their senses were overwhelmed. I prayed Star would be able to cope.<br><br>There was a strange feeling I felt as I led Star into the bright sunlight. It was one that was difficult to place- I felt a little vulnerable myself, stepping out with her, introducing her to this frightening new world. Perhaps it was because I'd never really dealt with a fresh dog before; perhaps it was simply because she'd cried and exposed more of her humanity. Though I didn't feel it strongly, it was almost as if there was a protective bond forming between her and I. Of course, there was no way to tell if she felt the same about me- not now, at least. Dogs were forbidden to talk, and I'd already garnered some strange looks in my time for talking to the waiters as if they were humans. Talking to a fresh new bitch and her talking back? That'd certainly get the gossips going.<br><br>As we walked my eyes scanned about the grounds, wary of any all too eager dogs that may have started sniffing around her. She'd have to get used to it, but I planned to start easing her into that position later, when she knew a little more about what was going around her. It still staggered me to learn some members just shoved their new dogs out into the open without any apparent care for the mental wellbeing.<br><strong><br>"Barbarians..."</strong> I muttered, frowning as a couple walking two dogs approached. The smaller bitch was struggling to keep up, apparently exhausted, but it was their other dog, a hulking great Alsatian, that caught my attention. He was already tugging on his leash towards Star, despite his owner trying to hold him back.<br><br><strong>"Shoo, shoo..."</strong> I snapped as he got just a little too close for my liking, sniffing about around Star's rump. Maybe it wouldn't have mattered if he'd had been a smaller male, but hell... he was a beast. Surely that bitch hadn't been fucked by him- the size difference was enormous. I didn't pay it much attention, instead guiding Star gradually to the playroom where I'd left Roiyaru. It had been nearly 20 minutes since I left him... I unlocked the door slowly, pushing it open, wondering how much puppy-juice he'd spurted all over the cushions.&nbsp; For his sake I hoped there was none.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cayenne</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 18:44:15</strong>
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				<strong>Starshine, making her way across the poolside gardens with Dr. Amanda Vernecoombe</strong><br><br>I’d realized that heavily aroused smell that was burning at my senses was my own,&nbsp; shortly after Sophia took me out of the cage.&nbsp; I could still smell me as I toddled behind her with a eerie sort of ease.&nbsp; I tried not to think about it though, as it quickly became a sinking feeling deep within my stomach, especially as I wondered idly what it would be like if I tried to stand up.&nbsp; It was enough to send a shiver down my spine as we passed the smells of cleaning liquids, wet fur, and other of course, Sophia’s wafting odour and reached the doorway into the outdoors. <br><br>I’d always wondered what a punch in the face would feel like, I imagined it was something close to this sensation Sophia stepped into the brilliant daylight, with a warm sun sinking directly onto the naked skin of my back and shoulders, and my curving bottom that was constantly tickled and brushed by a tail that was now happily swaying behind me.<br><br>My bodies first reaction was to let out a wet sneeze onto the grass that smelled of urine and sex, and other things I cared not to linger my thoughts on.&nbsp; Sophia - oh - I’d named her that, because of her mature European decent, she was very beautiful, though the most of what I saw during our little trip ended up behind her perfectly curving bottom swaying in front of me - and the backs of her long legs - especially as I’d become distracted and accidentally bump into them.<br><br>I was very much off in my own little world of smells, sights and sounds that I hadn’t noticed or at least, immediately paid attention to the other ‘dogs’ that were wondering about.&nbsp; I’d learned ignore them when I was --&nbsp; “Amanda!” I whispered to myself, rather keenly happy at my relative focus to recall my name, that apparently wasn’t my name anymore.&nbsp; Starshine seemed a little silly, I wasn’t a pony - though I like it when Sophia called me Star.<br><br>Chelsey’s boy friend was a huge dog, like a doberman, though slightly overweight. I imagined he spent most of his time waiting for her to come home from her adventures.&nbsp; Though, our television set was relatively small so it was hard to judge the big he was until the Alsatian snuck up behind me and started sniffing at my wet thighs and cunt.<br><br>I remember a squeal of surprise spilling outward, as I twisted and my face undoubtedly felt like it was flushing a dark shade.&nbsp; At the same time, I couldn’t help but look back at the cock left dangling lewdly between his legs as he pulled against his owners arm. I felt my ears tuck down against the top of my head, and thought immediately of the question that Sophia had posed toward me earlier. <br><em><br>“How do you feel about being taken by another dog?”</em><br><br>Before I could even wet myself out of fear of the impending rape, Sophia had simply ushered us along.&nbsp; I had tried thinking of the question again, but all that came to mind was a dark hallway and the door to the living room. <br><br>In the end, I was happy to be out of the main field, after my first encounter, my heart was racing a little too much.&nbsp; I’d started asking myself how many of those being dragged around on leash had wanted to be here.&nbsp; I wondered - for a moment, if anyone had ever wanted to.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a strange thought. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DngrMse</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 20:24:03</strong>
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				Allain-Emelin Chodomer - Outdoor Play Areas With Scamp and Mimi<br><br>Mimi barked.&nbsp; Two needy, slutty bitch barks, and she was positioned properly, looking at me, and wagging her tail.&nbsp; I grabbed her hair, and yanked, forcing the bitch's head back, while taking the dangling bulbs, and tubes extending from her anus, and pulled her up to her knees.&nbsp; <strong>"Mimi, good girl!"</strong>&nbsp; I did my best to mimic her barks, <strong>"Aarr!&nbsp; Aarr!&nbsp; Good girl, good Mimi!"</strong>&nbsp; I doubted she understood much, if anything, I'd said, but hopefully my tone of voice would be understood.&nbsp; She also needed to learn the various commands, and words that would be used so often with her.&nbsp; <br><br>I pushed my hand between her bitch-wet thighs, and found her clit, engorged, and swollen, and squeezed it between my thumb, and finger.&nbsp; <strong>"You get a reward Mimi."</strong>&nbsp; The poor bitch was drooling from both ends, mouth and cunt, and losing fluids at a prodigious rate.&nbsp; She'd have to be watched closely, as we already had another new bitch kenneled for rehydration.&nbsp; Thankfully, she was absorbing fluids from the enema I'd administered earlier, and surely had to be cramping the bitch's guts by then.&nbsp; <br><br>I needed a dog.&nbsp; Mimi...needed a dog.&nbsp; A couple of shuddering, squirting orgasms would make the drooling wet bitch a little more controllable.&nbsp; My eyes lighted on Scamp, still in his "up" position, and the spectacle of the large slobbering dog pounding his cock into tiny mewling bitch in front of him seemed to have him interested.&nbsp; I grinned, <strong>"Scamp, come here boy.&nbsp; I need you to mount Mimi."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>22-09-2010, 07:57:05</strong>
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				Scamp looked up, then at the squirming, frantic girl. He didn't understand her - she was Asian he thought, probably Japanese, and he doubted he would ever actually reach the point of <em>understanding</em> her. This place didn't seem to mind or care in the slightest.<br><br>But her need was clear enough, as were the man's orders. And she was cute, even with the changes that had rendered her into an animal - changes he was aware he had as well, even if he was doing his best to ignore them. Was it rape, if she wanted it that badly? Even if it wasn't - would he still feel alright about it? Regardless of the philosophical issues, it was clear he didn't have much of a choice. The predicament of a young female dog, one of the ones who had been in the cages with him this morning, suggested disobedience would end badly. Instead, he dropped down from his kneeling position and moved to behind Mimi, nudging her firmly but gently so she too would drop down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 16:29:39</strong>
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				MIMI - POOLSIDE WITH CHODOMER AND SCAMP <span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">and hopefully about to get laid</span><br><br>My placatory barks hardly seemed to have an effect, though when the man approached me again he seemed to have a more open body posture and a new smell came into my nose, a more open, responsible sort of smell. It was strange being able to smell body language and expressions and moods but there it was, he smelled more... there was something hidden in there that was hard to taste. I slathered my tongue out and even picked up small things through my taste buds... calculating... the man was planning something or scheming it. I quaked inside wondering what it was, I guessed it was more bad things. I thought I was right when he grabbed my hair and tugged my head painfully back again. I let out a whine of fear.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Mimi, good girl! Aarr! Aarr! Good girl, good Mimi!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> I gathered that he was pleased. His smile betrayed as much yet his actions said the reverse. I was confused and just tried to behave so he wouldn't hurt me any more.<br><br><strong>"Anuyh.... wahnani ahn ouhgehi...ne?"</strong> Gibberish. Nonsense came out, my Japanese was probably unintelligible to my own mother. It was my stomach and backside. My rear hurt so bad, it was killing me, my distended rectum wanted to get rid of the pressure and right now.<br><br><strong>"Eeeeehhh,"</strong> I said, rolling my eyes in agony as my muscles began uncontrollably to do what they are designed to do when you have a full rectum. Push. Push. Push it out... <em>Oh!</em> My body needed to evacuate and I'd been struggling to hold it back but now my muscular spasms were going out of control.<br><br>I gasped again as the man put a hand between my legs and played with my aching clitty. I groaned, my eyes rolling now in both pain and pleasure.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You get a reward Mimi."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Nyuh?"</strong> Near us on the grass the small bitch was coming again, a long deranged whine of abject pleasure escaped her lips, her thighs shuddering and spasming as the intense sensations ripped through her, more juices splatting the boy's thighs. The boy-dog mounting her... kept going. He just kept going, his eyes scrunched tight in an expression of sheer happiness, the muscles of his legs taut as he worked at his task.<br><br><em>God...</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Scamp, come here boy. I need you to mount Mimi."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <strong>"Uhn?"</strong> I grunted, puzzled. The man-smell was really positive and hopeful now. Expectant and even... gleeful, like he knew something good was going to happen and it was due to his plans working out. Another cramp gripped my belly and I squirmed on the grass, my behind a red hot tight ball of pain.<br><br><em>I just need a shit, need to shit it all out... please!</em><br><br>Then the <em>gajin</em> boy - or dog - moved. He came round behind me. <em>What? Is this...? Is he...?</em> I looked up at the man, my hair still gripped in his fist. The boy behind me smelled amazing. He had that 'I've got lucky! I'm gonna fuck her brains out!' smell, however that smells.<br><br>I whined and dropped down on all fours at once and raised my behind. I didn't care that my rectum was about to blow up, I didn't care that the weighted bell dragged painfully at my clitty, I didn't care that my jaws were agony, I didn't care that twenty people were watching me about to get fucked, I just didn't. I needed a cock up me so bad, none of that even remotely mattered.<br><br>Even without me being aware of it I was flicking my hips, making my behind thrust back and forth a bit, those 'hurry up and do me!' motions I'd seen other dogs do in the park.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>24-09-2010, 16:39:24</strong>
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				RENÉE PRIDEUX - POOLSIDE GARDENS WITH CANDY; WILLIAM NEARBY<br><br>Candy hesitated and of course it wasn't hard to see why. Her poor botty was hurting. Too bad, it'd hurt a lot more soon enough. I mean what's the point of an asshook if you don't force it in nice and deep by.... <em>pushing the head down.</em> As I thought it, I did it, putting my hand oh her scalp between and behind her ears and pushing her face right down quickly and roughly into the water bowl with a splash.<br><br><strong>"Drink, bitch! There isn't a choice with this menu. The starter today is plain water and a sore sphincter, now drink!"</strong> I slapped her backside.<br><br><strong>"Drink it all up or the main course will be even worse."</strong> I sat back in the sun and leaned back, resting on my straightened arms behind me and watching Candy struggle to deal with the pain in her backside versus the order to drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 21:56:20</strong>
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				Scamp looked down at the squirming, whimpering, clearly eager girl before his eyes flickered up to the trainer holding her in place. He was acutely aware that at the moment her guts were full of sloshing liquid, but his command was quite clear. And the pretty young thing throwing herself at him obviously wanted him to comply.<br><br>Rising up slightly, he placed his hands...paws...against Mimi's hip-bones, using the pleasantly curved muscles of her rump to support his weight. His cock slid easily between her waiting folds, the eager pumping of her hips welcoming him as he forced himself into her. Pushing deep into the girl, up to his hilt, he begins to mimic the better trained male dog they were made to watch, roughly and quickly fucking the girl held beneath him. Part of his mind hopes that perhaps the display might attract a more...&nbsp; permanent ...owner, as the question of what happens when the trainers tire of the pair still worries him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Haibane</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 21:25:10</strong>
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				MIMI - POOLSIDE WITH SCAMP<br><br><em>Oh! Oh yes! Ohmygodfuckyes!</em><br><br><strong>"Ahhuunn! Unmm! Nyuh!"</strong> I grunt-moaned happily, dribbling out of my spread mouth as he entered me. Such pleasure! My sex clenched tightly around the hot hard intruder. God, so good... uhn! I could feel the need to expel in my rear still there but now my body had other concerns. The need to be fucked was so great and so strong my mind and body put aside all thought of anything but cock. Cock up me! Yes! Need cock! Hard... harder, please harder.<br><br>I was unconsciously and helplessly flicking my hips back firmly at him now and as he began to push forwards my whole world unravelled in utter pleasure. How could sex be this good? How come sex had <em>never</em> been this good before? My boyfriends had tried hard and been kind to me and even dirty and rough sometimes but this. This was fifty times better! No wonder dogs did it all the time! I felt cheated. Why hadn't someone made me into a dog before? I'd been missing out on this gorgeousness for ages! No-one ever said it was this good...<br><br>Now I knew why the small girl on the grass near us let the boy take her so fiercely and for so long, and why she was cumming again! Again? Three times now? Ohmy.... oh, my... That was why. Because she was in utter heaven, every stroke of the <em>gajin</em> boy's cock made me want to cry out... and as he got into his stride he did make me cry out. With every thrust I squealed and moaned until I realised I was making so much debased noise that more people began to gather round.<br><br>"Bitch's first time is it?"<br><br>"Must be. Alain's here. Training session I think. Loving it too."<br><br>"They all do, the poor dears. Quite helpless to not like it."<br><br>"I love Japanese puppies. So small and cute."<br><br>"Tight too."<br><br>"Yeah. Pretty markings."<br><br>"And dirty."<br><br>"You can say that again. Dirty schoolgirls before conversion and dirtier bitches after. Look at her! Talk about easy!"<br><br>"Is she cumming already?"<br><br>"Looks like it."<br><br><strong>"Uhn! Ouhhhn! Ooohn! Ooooh-mmmmm-nn-uh. UH! UUUHHH! OOAAAAUGGHH!"</strong> Pleasure, intense and hot and raw, gushed through me. My eyes rolled back. Inside my paw gloves, my fingers clenched, gripping, gripping uselessly. My backside slapped back hard at the thing that penetrated me and gave me such sweet delight. I came, everything smashing around me in a whirl of wonderful heat and sound and smells, my eyes rolled back until just the whites showed and my sex pulsed violently gripping the lovely cock tighter as the spasms racked my body.<br><br>I came out of it later - what felt like half an hour later. My face was in the grass, the ground wet from my drool. My body was being punched back and forth rhythmically, my clenching belly was slackening, the agony of my distended rectum was a dull burn so far away it mattered not at all. I felt the warm distant glow of pleasure mounting again.<br><br>Another? Another cum? Oh please... yes... nnnh... yes...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Oh my dog! [Club des Affaires Étrangères - Outdoor Area: Pool and Gardens]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mercurial</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 23:50:30</strong>
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				Driving into the wet, tight passage of the young Asian girl beneath him, Scamp groaned in pleasure. Oblivious to the gathering crowd around them, oblivious to anything but the quivering, moaning girl beneath him he kept thrusting his hips, the flesh of the two human-dogs slapping together as his thighs met her ass. <br><br>Hands curled uselessly inside the gloves, he arched his back more, cock plunging deep inside her as he came, flooding her depths with seed. He slowed then, giving her a few more erratic thrusts before slowly withdrawing. His cock left a trail of semen and her fluids along her rear, glistening in the bright afternoon sun as he, panting heavily, looked up at the trainer.
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