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Veronica moves to a sink and fills a very large glass with water. Doctor L---- explains the reference.
“Mr. M---- came through the clinic about twelve years ago and was sold to the wife of drug lord in South America. She trained him as a dog, an apparently appropriate amusement when spending much time in a secluded but luxurious home in the thick jungle. With no one to moderate her proclivities except her brutal husband and his guards, I understand her training was quite harsh but effective. After Mr. M---- matured, she sent him back, and we replaced him with one of our younger protégés. Mr. M---- has been in rehabilitation here and living with a local village woman serving as her handyman. Occasionally his behavior reverts. Thus a visit here.”
As Dr. L------ explains, Veronica pulls back Mr. M----’s head and pours water into his mouth. He drinks with her command, and she returns to the sink for another glass.
“You can imagine the daily regimen she put him through. Crawling about at the end of a leash. Eating from a bowl. Trained to relieve himself only after a walk through the garden and under her strict supervision. And I understand her husband permitted extensive use of his tongue, and his Mistress trained him to provide much pleasure...,” Dr. L------’s suggestive comments hang, as I watch Veronica ply her trade. A third glass is imbibed, a little slower, but there is no doubt concerning who is in charge and that Mr. M---- will drink until Veronica is satisfied. A fourth glass demonstrates such, and Veronica returns the glass to the sink.
With a trip to a nearby cabinet, the firm hands of Veronica retrieve what appears to be a bar of soap. She returns to Mr. M---- and grasps the top of the arm glove to hold him steady.
“Stay still,” is her softly spoken admonishment, as she bends slightly at the knee and applies the bar to Mr. M----’s right nipple.
“A simple pumice stone,” explains Dr. L------. “Clean, easy to use, and very effective when briskly applied to the appropriate areas.”
Brisk is an appropriate description. Veronica works the coarse stone over Mr. M----’s right nipple, pauses and checks her handiwork, then continues.
“She’ll abrade the flesh as she see fit. It serves to keep Mr. M---- focussed. A little irritating gel also helps.”
The left nipple receives the same treatment. Mr. M---- grimaces but oddly, his erection seems to stiffen. Veronica smiles.
“Goodness, Mr M----, you really enjoy showing off for me, don’t you? Yes, well Veronica will take care of you.”
The tall woman reaches into her pocket and retrieves a small jar. She opens it quickly and dips in her right index finger. Dr. L------ explains.
“A special unguent I developed right here at the clinic. It’s a glycerin base with a very irritating mixture of alcohol and a form of acidic vinegar. The alcohol provides an incredible initial sting when applied to sensitive skin. The vinegar serves to maintain a very uncomfortable level of slow anguish.”
No sooner does the Doctor finish her description, then Veronica’s finger touches the right nipple and Mr. M---- yelps. She quickly moves her coated finger to the left then steps away. Mr. M---- crawls toward her whimpering. It is indeed the sound of a puppy, and when he lowers his head and an enormous tongue thrusts out, the “rehabilitated” male gently licks Veronica’s left calf and in so doing more resembles a canine than a human.
“She must be a marvelous trainer, the drug dealer’s wife. Under stress, he reverts to a mode in which he is most comfortable, despite our best efforts.”
Veronica lets him lick and affectionately pats the top of his head. His reaction to the pain inflicted by the Specialist is most interesting. Mr. M----’s long tongue glides up and down Veronica’s calf making it shine in the well-lit room. He then shuffles forward and attempts to rub his erection against the smooth, warm flesh that he has so assiduously lubricated with his saliva. Veronica steps back.
“I think I know what our puppy wants. But first some more water.”
Veronica provides more hydration with two large glasses, then again retrieves the pumice stone. Mr. M---- looks at it with fear.
“Come now, puppy. You know the position.”
The tears continue to roll as Mr. M---- obediently remains on his knees and bends backwards. The effect is to push his huge, purple erection straight upwards as his head and shoulders slowly lower until his back rests on his folded legs. His control ring pops into view. I marvel at how discreetly it is positioned.
Veronica’s hands go to work. She grasps the large, penis shaft with her left, pulls it toward Mr. M----’s knees, then begins a slow, firm pumicing of the sensitive, purple, penis tip.
Mr. M---- yelps but remains motionless, allowing Veronica to expertly complete her handiwork.
Within minutes, she has removed the thinnest layer of flesh and the purple head shines. Judging from the look of pain, just the exposure to air causes the overly sensitive erection to sting, and the abundant tears evidence the results of Veronica’s endeavors.
“Now, let’s see our doggie frottage. You seem to like my leg. Well, now you may use it for your pleasure.”
Veronica’s finger dips into the jar of unguent and cruelly covers her left calf. She then moves to a nearby chair, sits, and hikes up her uniform. Her legs are bare and when she snaps her fingers, Mr. M---- cannot stop himself from quickly righting himself and crawling the few steps to her chair.
“You can’t help yourself, can you? My little doggie knows his weewee will be hurt, but there’s pleasure to be had. And if he’s good, I may let him ejaculate. Yes, I’ll let you rub my leg until your little organ releases all that pent up sperm. Then I’ll insert a little tablet and watch you dance. Yes, all that water needs to go somewhere, and Veronica will help you go. Or, you can just kneel and there’ll be no pain and no pleasure.”
As Veronica speaks, Mr. M---- crawls forwards. The enticing soft flesh cannot be resisted. Despite the overly sensitive, abraded penis, he presses against the lubricated calf. He cries out yet thrusts. He has a look of anguish, which is indescribable, yet he gyrates his hips and pushes his erection against Veronica’s leg. He is indeed frottaging with fervor, and Veronica again pats his head and laughs.
“Such a good doggie.”
A knowing Veronica holds her leg firmly in place in order to maximize the painful yet pleasurable friction, which Mr. M---- so desperately seeks. His scrotum flops about comically with the thrusts of lust, and the frustration of having his arms and hands well secured is apparent.
On occasion, Veronica moves her calf and Mr. M---- thrusts forward into thin air. This causes a moment of laughter from Veronica and clumsy efforts by Mr. M---- to reposition himself to continue his ardent march toward orgasm.
