Richard Thomas
As The Major left the room Mr Thomas walked over to his works bench and pulled out several little devices and a tape measure. He studied them for a second, blew a bit of dust off one and then pushed them into his pocket and hanging the tape measure around his neck.
"I knew the Major would be pleased with my find" He told the bound girl. "It's not everyday he gets such an excellent bitch such as yourself."
She stared up at him with those green eyes and Mr Thomas found himself smiling. He loved his job. He had trained for it most his life. Having come from a poor family it was never expected for young Richard to do much with his life. A farm hand, a bricklayer. Certainly not a Kennel Master for Major Farmsworth the war hero! They had met during the war, young Richard being a regular solider back then. He took care of the platoons animals and had distinguished himself in the care of animals from the start. Which is how a younger Reginald met him as he took care of his horse and personal pack girl. She had been more frightened of the noise and bustle then Lord Farmsworth's horse had and on several occasions Richard had been forced to tie her against the stall and strap her for making noise. When she had learnt her lesson he had rubbed soothing oils and creams into her skin to fade out the bruises, talking gently to her about being a brave girl for her Master.
Reginald Farmsworth had been impressed with this common man's dedication and knowledge. After the war he invited him to work in his Kennels under Mr Yardseller, the previous Kennel Master. When Mr Yardseller had retired 5 years ago the now older and more experienced Richard Thomas had taken over and increased the productivity and ingenuity of the Kennels, bringing them into the limelight and making them not just popular but practically famous.
Now the Major trusted him implicitly in all things pertaining to girl flesh, they weren't just Master and servant but more like older and younger brother.
Mr Thomas stood over Milly and smiled down at her fearful face.
"Listen Milly" he told her sternly. "I run a tight Kennel here. If you do as I say you will learn that I am a strict but careful man. I don't appreciate back talk, I don't appreciate sulking and I don't appreciate disobedience. Do what I say, when I say and I promise I will make you one of the finest pack girls in all of England."
She was practically panting behind her gag, her eyes wide with fear. Carefully he reached out and wrapped the tape measure around her hips, then her waist. Carefully he jotted down in his official book all her measurements. He cupped her breasts to get a feel of them, pinching hard on the nipples of each and watching the pink buds stiffen and swell beneath his fingers. He measured them too, writing them down on his report. Every angle he measured, her arms, fingers, legs, even her toes. Picking up scraps of material he held them against her hair until he had found the perfect match. Going back to his desk he pulled out 2 fake fur ears which he positioned in her hair carefully and then clipped tightly in. He gave each one a gentle tug, then a more rough one causing Milly's eyes to water and a yelp of pain to escape from behind the gag.
Once that was done he pulled out a dildo and butt plug, holding them before her eyes so that she could see the scale running along the side of them.
