Milly's head drooped, her tail shadowing the movement as her internal muscles contracted and relaxed around parts of the plug making it curl up between her legs nearly touching her stomach.
Mr Thomas leaned forward and clipped the end of the leash to her collar next to her name tag. One side of the tag had her name stamped on the metal, the other side bore the Farmsworth coat of arms - two pack girls sitting back to back in a field of roses.
"Before we see the Major I shall have to teach you a few tricks" he told her gently. "Seeing as you have already learnt sit, we shall begin with "Display". This position is like sit, but you lean back like so" and now Mr Thomas helped her lean back on her feet, legs wide apart and with her hands on the back of her neck. Her hungry little sex was open, the black patch of hair framing it perfectly. Her nipples were hard little buds and her cheeks flushed in shame.
"Balancing in this position can be tricky but I expect you to practice. I'll not be happy until you can maintain that position until I tell you otherwise."
She nodded her head in understanding, even as her legs trembled with the effort.
"Milly, for each position you learn, I shall give you the opportunity to ask me a question. You may ask your first one..."
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"D-do you do this with ... a lot of girls?" Ellie managed to stammer, struggling to hold the position Mr. Thomas had put her in. She felt so exposed, desperately aware of the new way her pussy pouted open, relaxed and stimulated by what had gone before. She'd never felt like she was open there before, like there was a space inside her meant to be filled. The position also tensed her bottom, making her clench snug around the plug and her springy tail shifted, so as she crouched there it was behind her, curved slightly up along her back.
Display made her feel rawly naked.
She didn't know if she really wanted to know how many girls Mr. Thomas had tormented so, if they were still here, what happened to them. Ellie knew that most lords who kept pack girls kept more than one -- it was supposed to be unhealthy to keep them alone. Them, she thought miserably. It had always been them, often spoken disdainfully by her father, but now it was her. He'd be disgusted if he saw her now, knew what she'd done, spent herself like a ... a streetwalker. But then Ellie shuddered, stricken. It didn't matter. He'd disowned her when she'd been arrested; turning is face from her and her mother had followed without a word.
Ellie looked up at Mr. Thomas, smoky green eyes searching for some kind of reassurance from the only person in the world who even seemed to care she existed.
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"Our Kennel capacity is 40 bond slaves, although 25 is the most efficient number to have. Anymore and you start having multiple packs and all the Alpha Females fight and squabble."
Mr Thomas noticed the tremble increasing in her legs as she struggled to keep herself balanced. The tail had swung from between her legs and pointed up her back now from this new posture.
It certainly would help with her balance, although Milly was doing a wonderful job for a first attempt. I wonder if it's only balance or if she secretly enjoys this?
Mr Thomas pondered to himself. Her slit was wonderfully slick with her own juices, but he had already seen her reactions and knew she got wet very easily.
"I was an assistant for 3 years under my the old Kennel Master" He continued "then I took his place and have been doing this for 11 years now. In that time I've trained many girls, much like yourself come through these doors of Farmsworth Manor. They start off as criminals, debtors and vagrants. When they leave, they leave as proud young women, well trained, well educated and with a better outlook on life."
She was panting with the effort of holding it now, even her arms were trembling causing her breasts to wiggle invitingly.
"You may now sit." he commanded. With a sight of relief she dropped her arms forward and balanced herself with them on the ground as she rested.
"Now its time for inspect. It's much easier but I want to see that tail wagging eagerly." he told her. "Bottom up, face down on the floor. Make sure to have that ass as high as you can and keep your arms out in front of you, paw pads facing up."
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It was a relief when she was allowed to sit again, the position wonderfully more comfortable in comparison to display. Her dance exercises helped, the pads on her feet weren't entirely unlike toe-shoes but the sort of spread legged things Mr. Thomas wanted were far from what she'd been taught as a proper young lady.
"That's an awful lot. My father --" Ellie broke off abruptly, a flash of both dismay and stubbornness crossing her face before she went down to the floor. She never wanted her family to know what had happened to her and that meant no one must know who she was. Also, she hadn't been given permission to speak. She tried the position Mr. Thomas described, a little sloppily but quickly -- the speed a hope that he wouldn't be upset with her for speaking out of turn. One question per pose, that was all. She rested her hands on the floor and lifted her rear as high as she could.
She had no idea how to wag her tail, didn't even know how to try and it was also unfortunate that inspect put her bottom in a very vulnerable position.
Still, Ellie gave an experimental wiggle of her rear, arms outstretched, one cheek resting on the clean swept bricks of the examination room floor. She had her eyes closed, not in relaxation but in a small attempt to distance herself from the situation she was in.
Ellie's pretty rump wiggled, pale cheeks flexing, the soft lips of her pussy, nicely available, a little damp. The plug rocked inside her and Ellie shivered, the twitch of her tail more realistic in that brief reaction.
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"That's it girl, put more effort into it!" Mr Thomas told her. "Work at squeezing the plug within you while wiggling your hips."
