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Touring The Obedience School

WC: 1335

2nd pov

Kinks: Chastity, petplay, hypnosis

"So, you want to check your sub in for puppy lessons?" The porter asked, typing the form out. You tried your best to keep your eyes on the husky's name tag, letting you know their name is Sylvie. Just focus on the tag and not on the tight rubber that's pushing her tits out and making all sorts of muddled feelings bubble up into your head.

"Sir? Do you need to repeat what I asked?" The canine flicked their ears and adjusted their posture so their breasts weren't as prominent. "May I ask if you're familiar with our obedience school?"

"Huh? Oh, Sorry...I'm not."

"That's alright dear, I can explain a few things as I show you what this program entails. I can show you around so you can see firsthand what we do!" Sylvie creaked as she stood up, the thick rubber trousers they wore smoothed any bends out. Crikey! Did everyone wear that much shine?

You shook the question away, filling out the sign-in sheet and clipping a visitor badge to your t-shirt.

The husky smiled as she took you past reception, filling in the history of the obedience school you were encroaching on. It was opened three years prior and has filled a very exclusive niche in the kink market, for delivering submissive rehabilitation and training to those enrolled. Sylvie used an upbeat sales voice as if she were trying to advertise the facilities for a team-building resort. Honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if some of the kinkier clubs did so.

"So, as part of the standard program, we aim to have your sub realise and manifest their role that they truly see themselves as." The canine stopped outside room 106, their tail wiggling and lightly thudding against the wall. "Part of the manifesting process is through the use of hypnotic and subliminal conditioning. If you'd like to look through the door, you can see what our setup looks like for the pup packs."

Interesting... You twitch your ear, peeking through the windowed door to see. Oh. Oh my!

Your cheeks heat up as you see the pups in training. Men and women were kneeling on mats; each stripped of all clothing save for harnesses and heavy restraints at the end of their limbs. It seemed they weren't necessary. Each of them lazily wagged their tails, jaw slackened as the subs stared at the screen ahead. A simple black-and-white spiral. Swiftly spinning. Black-and-white. White-and-black.

You squint, peering into the screen. You could swear there were...words? Yes! Words in the spiral. You could just make them out if you just relaxed. Taking deep breaths that feel so good! Automatically, your arms went like lead, dropping to your sides. Another deep breath, your eyes unfocus as the words on the screen wormed into your vision.

Good...pup?

"I would be careful looking too close unless you would like to enrol yourself," Sylvie teased, snapping you out of your trance. "It's not the first time we've had unexpected signups.

You can understand why. Slipping into a trance, being encouraged to bring that pet side out...it was so freeing. Oh yes! Your boyfriend would love it!

"What about the more sexual parts of the training?" You ask, fighting the urge to look back in the classroom. You shake your head. "I know you - this place also has training for bondage, ropes and the like. I take it that also includes denial and chastity?"

"Oh! Oh yes!" Wagging her tail, the husky enthusiastically nodded. "In fact, we have one of our longer-staying subs going through a training session at the current moment. Would you like to see?"

You'd love to!

Sylvie escorted you down the corridors, a left, a right, another left. Hearing the various moans and pleading for release that tented your jeans. All that begging was carnal, reminding you of your boyfriend's needy whines as he was tied up; begging to be fucked silly. Fuck...working in a place like this would end with you hilting every last slut in here! You almost walked past the assistant as they stopped outside a set of double doors.

The husky didn't explain anything as they pushed the doors open. They didn't need to. The stench of cum and musk hit you as you stepped into the room, a wall that caused that dominant side of you to creep out; wanting to force those subs and show them what a real cock feels like! Your jeans were tented and threatening to burst. You had to fight the urge to get those tied subs and slutty wolves to worship you. Hell, Sylvie would probably encourage it!

"Love to see you're enjoying the view," The husky chuckled before scanning the restrained subs at the milking stations, each pulsing and causing the bound males to moan like good studs. The canine whistled low. "Here Rey-Rey! Come here, boy!"

You didn't see him at first, but you saw movement under one of the milking chairs that lined the walls. The fox crawled out, stretching his back in a down-dog position before b-lining towards Sylvie.

"Aww, good pup!" The husky praised before commanding the slutty fox to stand.

The pup slowly stood on the flat of his paws; his legs trembled as he was accustomed to standing on them; after all, pets were taught to be quadruped. All moisture left your mouth at the slutty sight. His ebony and rust fur was well groomed and trimmed to accentuate the soft curves of the male. Wherever you looked, you kept staring back at Rey's face; a bone gag propped his mouth open, his tongue uselessly poking out as a thin line of saliva drooled from his tongue. Those eyes though...there wasn't a single thought behind them!

This is what your partner wanted. To be broken and rebuilt into an obedient plaything.

"Now, Rey has been with us for nearly five months now. Originally, he was such a brat! Always begging for wanting to cum and to be let out of his cage, but now look!" Sylvie tickled the vulpine's ears whilst cupping the steel cage around his sheathe. Permanently struggling, begging for release as a dribble of precum escaped from the front opening of the cage.

"Once we made him chaste, it only took a few weeks to reform him into the form he always was deep down. You can simply get him to do anything now...why not have a shot?"

For real? Oh. Oh wow!

"Now Rey...sit!"

The vulpine cocked his head slightly before sinking to his knees in one fluid movement. His tail wiggled, ears perked, expecting his next command. Ready to be used in whatever way this stranger desired. To be fucked and played with.

"Good boy! Now shake!" You hold your paw out and smile as he puts his shaky one in yours. "Good puppy! Now...Sylvie, can I see how trained he is?"

"Oh of course! This pup is always happy to be used, after all, he's popular with the staff!" The canine chuckled, giving you an idea of how well-used Rey was.

You swallow the lump in your throat and undo the top button and zip of your jeans. "Now Rey, sniff!"

The pup-fox pressed his muzzle against your bulging jockstrap, taking deep inhales of your musk as he nuzzled and worshipped your cock. You place a paw on the top of the fox's head, stroking that so-so-soft fur! Anchoring him into place as he worships your bulge. This was...fuck!

Amazing!

"Th-this! I w-wantt my boyfriend to be like trained him," You stammer out as the fox pressed his damp muzzle against the crook of your groin. "I want him to worship me!"

"Of course! Whilst we're dealing with the rest of the paperwork and creating a training schedule, you can see how skilled Rey is with his tongue. What do you say?"

"Fuck! Yes!" You muss the fox's fur at the lust spreading through your groin.

"And you, pup?" Sylvie asked, grinning as they already knew the answer.

"Wruff!"

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