Outside in the dogs house and a Collar

While both options were good you cannot help but remember your little nickname for the blond. "I think my little puppy here would be more conferrable outside in the fresh air." You smirk as you carry Camalia to the dog kennels you keep in the back.

Your estate had several dogs, mainly as a security measure. They were well trained so there was no danger in them attacking Camalia. Then again she didn't need to know that. Arriving at the kennels you speak to the slave in charge of taking care of the animals. "Hello Zeek."

You greet the unshaven man as he drops scoopfuls of slop into the dogs food dishes. "Ey master! How ya-!" The man stops as he see's the blond girl in your arms.

"Well well now! Looks like it'll be a happy birthday for you eh master?"

"I shall have to break her in first. She was the daughter of a noble who lost everything. She still thinks she is important. Something I must break her of. Are there any open dog houses?"

Zeek nods his head before guiding you to an older looking dog house in the middle. The white paint was chipping and there was a rather foul odor coming from it. One distinct to the animals that lived there. "Old Mangler finally bit it last week. Poor old boy. Sixteen years old if you can believe it."

"By the smell I can believe it. Still this will work nicely. Got any dog collars we can fit a lock on?" Zeek thinks for a moment before asking you to wait a moment while he checked. As he left you look at the girl in your arms, captivated by her beauty.

"Maybe she will stay this cute once I get her to calm that mouth of hers. Still it is fun messing with her. I can only imagine how mad she will be when she wakes up in the doghouse. Literally." You think to yourself trying not to laugh.

Camalia snuggles into you apparently conferrable in your arms. After a few minutes of waiting Zeek returns with a red collar with small silver spikes going around it. They weren't sharp enough for Camalia to accidently hurt herself. In fact they seemed rounded at the edges.

"Found one! The collar was easy but it took me a second to find a pad lock. Weird given ya'lls profession." Admittedly that was odd but you simply shrug it off as you set Camalia down in the dog house. You put her in far enough that her lower half is hidden.

You then gently replace the collar around her neck with the one Zeek brought. Tightening it so it fit her snuggly without any danger of choking her. You use the padlock to attach the collar to a thick set of chains that was bolted to the doghouse. "There we go. She won't be going anywhere for a while."

Before you leave you instruct Zeek to keep an eye on her and let you know when she awakens. "You got it master. You want me to serve her what I give the dogs while I'm at it?" You look around to the bowls filled with slop and cringe. The thought of someone who would be sticking their tongue in your mouth eating such a vial mixture of meat and garbage was enough to make you gage.

"No! It's fine Zeek. Go and get her a bowl of water, a new unused one, and I shall take care of her food when the time comes." Zeek nodded his head before going to look for a new bowl. As he leaves you realize something.

Camalia is far too well dressed to sleep with the dogs. A problem you are more than happy to fix. You take Camalia out of the dog house and gingerly remove her belly dancer costume. Most of it slips of easily though her pasties and c-string prove to be the real test.

You wanted to avoid waking her for now so you had to carefully cup her boob in your hand and play with the pasty to unstick it from her nipple. Camalia moaned softly in her sleep as you did. "Good to know she is enjoying herself. I shall have to remember this when I decide to take her too the bedroom." You muse.

After a few minutes of playing with Camalias breasts you successfully remove her pasties. Tracing your hands down her slender body you push your hand down her c-string, lightly cupping her bare mound. Camalia began breathing heavier as she unconsciously enjoyed your touch. "Something tells me it will be too easy to make this girl cum." You push your hand further between Camalias legs, trying to separate her from her underwear.

Camalia wriggled in her sleep, the new and strange sensation driving her wild. "Just a little more. Hang in there puppy. You will be plenty satisfied once I train you properly. By then I shall have you ready to roll over and beg for me."

You chuckle a bit before pulling her last bit of clothing away. Clothing that was a bit wet. "Guess I'll have to get this washed now........nah." You laugh to yourself before picking Camalia up and putting her back into the dog house.

Picking up the pile of cloths you make your back into your house. Eagerly waiting for Camalia to wake.