There was a psychological education and making sounds. On psychology, the "beast" usually lay at the feet of the Main Mistress, and she told him how and why the "beast" should be a "beast." The abundance of conclusions and substantiated arguments amazed Vova with its clarity and accuracy of wording. Even he could not build so much and so richly, such logical chains and conclusions. For success in learning, "animals" were awarded peace, sweets and favorite intimate entertainment. Poor training, unwillingness to train, and other choices were stopped by various punishments. Among these were flogging, breath control, translation to nasty food, grueling training, hard domination, intimate violent actions, using animal holes as a toilet, using “animals” as servants for other “animals”.

It was also the five most terrible punishments, among which was an act of violence against the "animal", by raping it by a man with a very large size and a hyperactive desire to have sex. The second punishment was about the same, only in the performance of the Hostess and their favorite strap-ons and other toys. The third punishment was a very long and tough whipping, after which the “animal” was brought to the room on a stretcher and the “beast” lay down for a very long time. The fourth punishment was the so-called "punishment cell" - it was a damp, dark basement in which spiders swam in the boundless networks of cobwebs, mice squeak at the corners, rats scrubbed and whipped. The basement was scary. Vova only had the presentation in the form of an open lid and a large, and very unpleasant spider sitting on it. Going deeper down, making his way through the web, tearing it with his hands and throwing off the ubiquitous creepy creatures was just “brrr!”. The fifth punishment was a public execution, in which the “animal” was shown to the web participants, filmed and made various photosets. All data from the execution then came to the network, to paid sites. The fifth punishment was the last and most psychologically harsh, and therefore only the elect were honored with those who had already put an end to their lives and with their bad behavior expected to get a bullet in the head for wildness and rage. However, there was no such practice. Solving problems with "bad beasts" was left on the shoulders of customers.

Not bypassed and intimate education, as well as the pleasure of the Hostess themselves. Each had their favorite pets, each treated differently to one way or another. The “animals” often spent evenings and nights in the rooms of the Hostesses or wandered from room to room. One night, strolling like a dog to his room, at a fork in the street Vova came across a heavy man who crushed and fucked a girl who screamed very much on a common whipping. Vova quickly crawled in the direction of his room, so as not to fall under the distribution - sex between the "beast" was allowed only at the request of the Hostesses. The next day, the man did not appear on the morning walk, and the girl looked exhausted, tired, with black lines under his eyes and flushed, swollen genitals.

One evening, Vova was lying on his rug in his room. Two weeks left before graduation. In the morning in Psarna were Julia and Dmitry. Vova, being on a leash at the hostess, gushing, greeted his family. Julia played with him like a puppy. At one point, she crouched and whispered.
- I understand how hard it is for you here, dear. It's all over soon. Be patient a little more.
Vova just podgavnul fun and pressed to the ground, exposing up his ass and making a movement, as if wagging his tail.
- You learned a lot, I see. Customers will be delighted - Julia said sadly and led Vova on a leash back to the house.
If he had listened for even a minute and become a man in the undue time, Customers would have to pay a penalty for one more penalty week of the untrained dog’s stay. The very "dog" was faced with an unpleasant additional training and flogging every day.
The close ones left, and Vova, on a leash, was taken first to workouts for endurance, then swimming, after psychology and voice training, as well as hand commands. After all, the Hostess, who oversaw him on that day, gently adjusted the "dog" under the soft whines of it and led him into the room.

So, Vova was lying on the rug. Internal speaker turned on. Vova listened and got on all fours.
- Volchek, go to Mrs. Dasha - clicked the magnetic lock on the door and the door opened slightly.
Vova went to her, opened his hand as the dog squeezed into the slot, the door closed at the back. Already habitually turning over the fore and hind limbs, Vova trotted towards Mistress Dasha. Dasha was the youngest hostess, whom everyone loved, but whose outbursts of anger and discontent led to massive whipping for nothing. Going to the door, Vova sat up on the door and quietly whined.
- Oh, it's you, Volchek - Mistress Dasha turned in her chair. - Come in, come in.

She smiled sweetly and slapped her knees. Vova opened the door a little and, as before, leaked into the crack. Then he led the retaining ring to the magnetic clasp at the end of the bar and released the leash. Hind "paw" gently closed the door and crawled to the hostess, crouching beside her, putting her "front paws" on her knees and faithfully looking into her eyes.
- Come on, get comfortable as you like. I need to learn French - the hostess patted Vova on the head and turned to the table.
Vova crawled under the table and settled at the hostess's feet, giving her the opportunity to lay her feet on him, which she immediately took advantage of. It was the most quiet and peaceful place. It was cozy there and other Mistresses could not get the "animals", if they suddenly went to the younger one for some business. However, it was impossible to disobey and sit, huddling under the table, but the “animal” peacefully dozing under the table was tried not to disturb again. Dasha taught French, sometimes gaily thrashing Vova on the side with heels. Vova lay at her feet, curled up and just listened to her. So a few hours passed. The internal telephone rang. Dasha picked up the phone.

- Yes hi. Yes, I have - Vova under the table tensed and looked at the hostess. - Yes, I will send it now.
There was really a slight hitch. The hostess was a sexy girl. French, she chose to teach in a T-shirt and panties, which provoked the reaction of a male between Vovinyh legs.
“Oh, no, wait,” Dasha said into the phone. “I still have things to do here.”
It was not forbidden to show one's admiration for the Housewives by way of an erect member dangling between the legs. Moreover, the Hostess regularly checked all the "dogs" for the presence of erection. Not checked only castrated "dogs."
“My little dog is very happy to see its Mistress, right?” - Dasha rolled back a little in her chair.
Vova climbed out from under the table and crawled to the Mistress, cheering merrily.

- You are very impressed with your beautiful and sexy Mistress - meanwhile Dasha praised herself. - Come on, dog, make your Mistress nice.
She lowered her panties and put her index finger to the crotch. The order was clear and clear. Vova immediately crawled and began to lick Dasha's crotch.
- Yes! Oh yes, dog! Yes, lick me! Yeah! - Dasha slipped from the chair. - Phew! Come on now in a different way.
She got cancer and wagged her booty.
- Come on, dog! Make your girl nice!
Vova crawled to Dasha. He crawled over her, piled his weight.
- Yeah, like that! - on the exhale, Dasha moaned under him.

With a colom member, Vova buried Dasha in the crotch, began to crawl in search of a hole.
- Come on, I will help - the Hostess took pity and introduced Vova into herself. - Let you be a pit bull.
Vova exhausted Dasha at a breakneck pace, as taught to play the role of enduring fighting dogs.
- Yeah, fucking! - Dasha screamed under him. - Ebi your bitch! You are a vulgar beast! Heat me up!
Vova fuck that there are forces and in a moment Dasha was finished under him, falling to the floor. Feeling a dog, Vova still for a moment shattered the Mistress hanging on his penis, then jumped off, twitched a little more in place, fucking the void and stopped.
- Yes, we taught you well - breathing out Dasha, ... Read more →