Yet another Second Life blog...

  The sleeping arrangement for the new trainees was simple, one that I remembered very well and will be doing again with these girls. We sleep in a chain link fenced in kennel with a selected trainer dog. There is a bucket for a toilet in the corner, a couple of worn out blankets and a bowl of water that is mounted to the floor.  There are reasons for everything. The chain link and design is to make sure they know they are nothing special and are regarded as animals. Using a bucket as a toilet is a dehumanizing factor so they don't start thinking to highly of themselves. Those blankets aren't very warm and encourages the new bitch to snuggle up closer to their new lover for warmth. That bolted down water bowl is to force them to have to lap up water just like a dog, because that's what they are for the training, just another bitch. All of them are locked shut with a heavy padlock, except mine because I've earned that right. I also have all the keys to their locks around...

 I sat at Miss Nina's feet, a bit chilly as I was completely naked except for my collar and my little schoolgirl shoes that she thought were cute on me. She was like a goddess, wrapped in leather, riding crop in hand, and smiling from ear to ear.  In front of us were the four new girls. All of which were sent here by their owners for either special training or as punishment for being disobedient. Each was tied to rings fitted into the floor, their legs spread with bars and hands bound.  And they were all crying so wonderfully.  None of them were told what was going to happen. They were just bound in position and left by their master or mistress and told they were going to be here for a full month. The sobbing and panic sat in when Miss Nina had the dogs brought out. Some of her best trained, largest in girth and long lasting. Her pride and joy of trained girl fucking dogs.  Within moments they were all mounted by the beasts. There were screams, there was begging...