The Kennel

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.

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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 a black seam 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.