The Kennel
"The Hotel Anthology" by Robin Roberts
On my latest trip to the hotel, I was struck by the image of a Master walking through the lobby with his pony girl walking close behind him. She was dressed in a full-body, leather harness, pony boots, a leash, and wearing head harness with a pony bit gag.
He approached the check-in desk and filled out the appropriate paper work, while the pony-girl stood at a military style parade rest behind him. He looked around the lobby, apparently for a friend or acquaintance. Making eye contact with his friend, he turned to the pony-girl, pointed a finger at her face, and issued a single word command, "Stay". She said nothing but merely nodded her head once.
He approached the a well dressed lady and had a brief conversation. When he returned to his pony-girl, he talked quietly to the person behind the check-in desk. He told the pony-girl to wait for "Kennel Master" and returned to the Lady. They left the hotel via the main doors and asked the Valet to hail a cab for the two of them. A few minutes later, a young man, wearing the garb of a grooms man, approached the pony-girl and asked her name. A garbled "Lily" passed her bit-gagged lips.
"You have been instructed to obey me, is that correct?" the grooms man asked, answered by a nod. He instructed her to follow him, took her leash in his hand and she followed him from the lobby. Needless to say, this interaction stimulated my gray matter into a heightened state of energy, so I stood around the lobby for a few moments.
After a while, the lobby went quiet. I approached the desk clerk and asked her about the Master, pony girl and groomsman. She explained that the hotel was built from the beginning with the idea of housing human pets for short- and long-term stays. The kennel was on the floor just below the parking garage. It even had its' own entrance with as truck size, roll up door so owners could enter and leave in private, while some owners enjoyed bringing the pets through the lobby so they could be on display.
I asked if I could visit the kennel. The desk clerk said it wasn't really open to the public, but she could arrange a visit for me. She would set it up and then call me.
Three days later, I got "that expected call". I was beginning to think that I had been forgotten, or just blown off. Jennifer (the desk clerk) asked if I could meet her in the lobby about two pm the following day.
I was not quite sure what preparations need be made, but gray slacks and a blue blazer seemed appropriate, appointed with a light blue shirt and dark blue tie. I made my way down to the lobby. Jennifer was dressed in a black leather and nearly transparent white blouse, six inch high heels and nude stockings with black seams up the back and a Cuban heel. I don't know who she was dressing for, but I sure hoped it was me.
We rode the elevator down to the kennel floor. When we arrived, she pushed the stop button. She took both of my hands in hers and backed up to the elevator wall. Dropping my hands, she too a ring gag from her pocket and handed it to me. "Sir, it is required that for me to be on this floor, I must be in some form of bondage. Please gag me so we can go forward. I will still be able to talk, if perhaps garbled. If you have questions, just ask." Needless to say, I was totally flabbergasted as I presented the gag to her lips. She opened her mouth and I inserted it behind dark red painted lips. She placed her hands to the back of her neck, holding her hair up so it would not interfere with buckle. Once the gag was installed, she shook her head allowing her hair to fall back into place. She turned her face up so she was looking straight into my face. She gently took my hands away from her body and put them at my sides. She took her index finger on her right hand and put it in front of her lips, smiled at me and said, "not yet".
She turned the elevator back on and the doors opened onto a room that looks like a huge warehouse. The aisles were large enough for a forklift or a small truck to move about the space filled with what looked like cargo containers. The other half the space was laid out with a race track and jumping obstacles. When we walked into the area with the containers, it became obvious that each were made into living kennel spaces. One whole wall was made of floor to ceiling bars, while the three adjacent walls, floor and ceiling were solid. They were a like small house with a bed, bathroom, kitchenette and a space that would make the most devious sadist smile. As we walked, I saw most of the containers were occupied. Some held ponies, while others had human puppies, cats and two had hu-cows. It was quite a menagerie.
There appeared to be a staff of about a dozen or so men and women caring for the needs of the kennel clients. They were grooming, cleaning and feeding the pets which seem to number about fifty, with another twenty or so vacancies.
Jennifer took my hand and guided me around the kennel, telling me about each of "the guests", where they came from, how long they were staying here and what type of training regimen they were on. It was kind of interesting to "translate" her slightly garbled gag-speak to English, and twice I asked her to explain what she meant.
We stopped in front of one of the "rooms" with pony girl named Lady Anne inside. Jennifer told me that her Master had gone out of the country about two weeks ago, and was not due to return for another week. Lady Anne had been a professional mistress when she met her Master. He had brought another pony girl to Lady Anne for training. One training session required the two pony girls were to pull a sulkie, and Lady Anne volunteered to help out. The two ponys spent an entire afternoon in harness. When the session was over, the pony girl was tied to a hitching post and was ordered to remain there.
Lady Anne told one of her staff to feed and water the pony girl while she was out with the Master for dinner. It was over dinner that Lady Anne mentioned she had fantasies of being in harness for a long time, but had not found anyone she trusted enough to submit to. They both agreed that Lady Anne would be in harness for an entire week to try out her new life on the two following weekends.
At the end of her second, she told the Master she found it difficult to keep her thoughts focused during her work-week, and the rest was history. That was two years ago. Now days, she works as a prodom during the day and goes to the Master's home where she removes her clothes, showers and puts on her pony harness. She takes her pony bit, and pony-walks to her Master, kneels on one knee and gives her Master the bit. He installs it onto her head harness, stands and remains quiet until his next command.
Jennifer took my hand and and continued our tour, again telling me little bits an pieces of each of the guests.
We heard the sound of a bell ringing. She put her index finger in fron of the gag, suggesting that we should be silent. She signaled we should remain quiet. She too my hand and we headed for the elevator. After the doors closed, she turned her back to me and raised the hair from her neck indicating I should unbuckle the gag. "One of the rules here is that all submissives need be in bondage,or gagged, when we are in the kennel area. And, yes, do I enjoy being submissive, sometimes."
I started to say something when she did that little finger to her lips thing and said, "We will talk about it again, but not today." She took the ring gag away from me just as we reached the lobby floor. She said, "We will talk but I must go back to work for now," and walked away from me.
I didn't see Jennifer for the following Thursday, but it wasn't because I wasn't looking. She was at the counter, wearing the same outfit when we visited the kennel. I don't what it was, but she seemed to have a glow about her. She smiled at me but remained quiet. When I greeted her, her smile increased and said she was glad to see me again, and could we meet for dinner later that evening. She asked me what time was convenient and we agreed on seven pm. She said we would meet in the restaurant at seven, and that she would handle everything.
At the appointed hour, I made my way to the restaurant. I found her waiting at the Maitre' d station, standing what looked to be a parade rest. We were escorted to a private dining room and seated across from each other. During dinner, we talked casually about her duties at the hotel but nothing personal. During dessert, she told me she had been checking in to my background and she liked what she had found and she would like to spend some "collar time" with me this coming weekend. Since she was on staff, she could arrange usage of any or all of the entire hotel as long as it wasn't in use at the time.
When I said I was interested, she stood from her chair and handed me a collar, a lock and a key. She knelt beside my chair knelt on the floor and, with practiced perfection, handed me me the collar which I placed around her neck. The lock was next, and then the key, saying, "I will not ask you to return the key until Monday morning."
On Friday evening, promptly at six pm, she rang the door bell to my room.
The events of that weekend are for another story.
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