Message-ID: <19522eli$9902010427@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: leviticus@fm-net.com Subject: Return to the Valley Part 1 (bondage) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7919jr$fqm$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Return to the Valley Part 1 The buzz of the alarm woke Tonya from a deep sleep, making her sigh as she realized a new work shift was ahead of her. She attempted to turn over, but found herself trapped. For a groggy moment she wondered who had strapped her down this time, but then realized that she wasn't bound. It was just Stewart, her boy friend. He was lying across her chest, his face nuzzled against her neck, one arm wrapped around her and tucked in tightly underneath her. He hadn't moved when the buzz of her alarm clock started. Tonya knew it would take a lot more than that to wake him this early in the morning. With no thought given to being gentle about it, Tonya pulled his arm out from under her and pushed him over on to his side of the bed. His only response was a small groan and then nothing. He didn't even open his eyes. Smiling to herself, Tonya got out of bed and padded to the bathroom, pausing only to stretch and examine her almost naked body in front of the mirror. All she wore was a red leather band around her right wrist. Two inches wide, it was decorated with abstract designs that diverted the eye from noticing that the band was locked on. Tonya couldn't take it off, and wouldn't have it taken off for as long as she worked for her current employer. Not too disgusted with what she saw, she continued her journey and spent the next half hour rushing through her bathroom routine. She did not want to be late for work, for where she worked had a unique way of dealing with tardiness among it's employees, as well as any other problems that may come up. Again, as she dressed, Tonya wondered at how she managed to end up working for Dr. Carey at the Kennel. That the place existed at all seemed amazing to her. But she was glad it did, as were the kind of people that provided the client base for their 'one of a kind' business. Tonya kissed the still sleeping Stewart on the forehead and grabbed a Pop Tart on the way out the door. He knew where she was going, and would house sit her apartment for the two weeks she would be gone. He didn't seem to mind her work schedule, two weeks on, one week off. He was the first guy she had found in a long time that was okay with that. He was also the first guy in a long time that wasn't totally shocked by what she did for a living, and didn't try to take advantage of her because of it. She, and her work mates, could tell a lot of stories about the men, or women in their lives that thought that being with a submissive meant that they could be as abusive as they wanted. Stewart was a gentle soul, and Tonya was glad she found him. She caught the subway just in time and twenty minutes later was back up at street level and a couple of blocks away from where she would spend the next two weeks. As she approached the building she once again checked to see if there was anything about it that belayed it's purpose, but nothing showed. It looked like what it was, a large factory building, built around the turn of the century, converted into warehouse space at some point and now occupied by a firm of some kind that had no name over the door. Instead there was only a number, it's street address. No one walking by would know it was in reality, a boarding house for the fetish community not only here in New York, but all over the country. A place where Dominants of almost every type could house their Submissive partners for a while when needed. If this were an animal shelter, it would be a kennel, and that was the name that stuck. The Kennel. It was somewhat ironic that the Kennel didn't cater to the more 'animal' fetish types that existed. The Equestrian and Farm types were instead sent to a large farm in northern Virginia, also run and owned by the firm that ran the Kennel. There were only two types of fetish that were not accepted by the Kennel and the Farm, Pedophilia and Non-Consenual relationships. If clients were known to be guilty of the former, they were quietly reported to the police. And to divert the latter, all new clients had to be recommended by an existing client or agency. Dr. Jane Carey, the director of the Kennel, was very strict about that. Tonya stepped through the front door of the building, into a smallish lobby with a security guard sitting behind a desk at the far end. "Morning Stacy." Tonya said, smiling. A female security guard, even in these enlightened times, was still a curiosity, but here at the Kennel, ALL the employees were women. >From Dr. Carey down to the most junior member of the staff. In fact, 80% of the building was off limits to men entirely, the only men allowed in at all were the "Owners" of some of the "Pets", as the staff called them, and a few of the investors. Oh and of course, the male Pets themselves. This 'all female' environment was a big selling point for the Kennel. It made the female submissives feel a little safer when they were left here, their owners more confidant that their property would not be mishandled, and the male submissives, for the most part were a lot more accepting of being placed under the charge of women rather than men. So female security guards like Stacy, were the norm here, rather than the exception. "Hi Tonya," Stacy replied. "enjoy your week?" "Too short as usual." Tonya replied. "I know." Stacy replied, knowingly. Tonya moved to the left, and walked up to a heavy door with a black, plastic square where the doorknob would normally be. She held her wristband against it, and the magnetic key built into the band triggered the door lock. As she stepped in, she heard two people step into the lobby from the outside door and looked back to see who it was. A man and a woman. The woman was dressed in a fashionable outfit that looked better suited to a night on the town, the man, by contrast, had on loose fitting pyjamas and wrap around sunglasses. Tonya immediately knew that he was the submissive. A new Pet to look after. She stepped through the employee only door and walked along a short corridor that led directly into the employee locker room. Inside, Tonya met up with one of her co-workers, Amber. "You're going to be late." Amber said, tugging the hem of her tunic as she headed for the exit across the room. "Not if I can help it." Tonya replied. Tonya found her locker and immediately began shedding clothes. She got one last look at her watch before taking it off, and saw that maybe Amber was right. Not a good way to start the shift. Once naked, Tonya quickly pulled on the body harness that was to be a permanent part of her uniform for the next two weeks. She often wondered what the Pets would have thought, if they knew that the handlers here wore body harness's identical to theirs. With practiced ease she quickly locked all the fasteners with the key attached to the inside of her locker, and pulled on the simple white one piece tunic that would be her only clothing for her two week stay. The tunic was short sleeved and quite loose fitting, resembling the top half of a Judo master's outfit in both it's construction and appearance. That she, and all the other employees were required to wear this, more than anything showed how different this job was to any nine to five office job you might find elsewhere in the city. Only here were the employees really 'slaves to their boss'. She slipped on her shoes, no nonsense flat wear, and ran for the door. Passing through it she knew she wouldn't be back that way until her shift ended in two weeks. Another security guard who checked her in had the only key to this door. Tonya slipped into the employee conference room just as the twenty or so other women in the room were sitting down. She had made it just in time. At the front of the room stood Dr. Carey. She was the only woman in the room dressed in street clothes, over which she wore a lab coat. What the rest wore would hardly be called legal on the street, the hems of their tunics barely came down to below their hips, and only fastened with a velcro patch on the front. "Glad to see you all again!" Dr. Carey said, addressing everyone in the room. "It looks like a busy week ahead so I'm glad you're here. Some of C shift is staying on a few more days because we have fifty six Pets in residence right now and we are also at the height of grooming season. If any of you can stay on past your duty shift let me know, I'll make it worth your while." she smiled. Tonya whistled quietly to herself. Things were busy when she left a week ago, but now it was almost crazy. The Kennel was set up to house sixty Pets. Fifty on the main floor and an additional ten up in Adoption. Normally forty girls, the combination of the two shifts currently on duty, could easily handle that many Pets, but things must really be moving in Grooming for Dr. Carey to ask for extra help. Grooming was the only part of the Kennel where Pets who weren't actually staying were allowed. Like it's animal counterpart, people brought their submissives to Grooming for special things like hair care or removal, full body massage and make over, tattoos, piercings, even surgery. Dr. Carey was a fully qualified surgeon, and a few girls on each shift were also fully qualified for work in the surgery. Business had to be booming! Right now, Tonya knew that there were sixty employees in the building, the combination of all three shifts, A, B and C. Tonya's shift, B, was just coming on today. A shift was just starting it's second week, while C shift had just completed its two week stretch. The girls in C shift would leave by lunch time, after briefing in the incoming B shift. It was a good system, and worked well. Dr. Carey dismissed the women who already had places to go, and began handing out individual assignments to Tonya and the other nine who stayed. She, like the others in the room, were the keepers. They were the ones who dealt most directly with the Pets, and were responsible for them while they were here. Dr. Carey handed Tonya a card with the names of the Pets she was to take under her care and asked her to stay after the others left. Tonya saw that all the names belonged to Pets she had looked after before. That was good, no surprises. After a few minutes, she and the doctor were alone. "I'm happy to have you back, Tonya." the doctor said. "Thanks, Jane. It looks like you needed me. You should have called me in sooner." Anyone who could have over heard would have been shocked if they had heard Tonya speak to Dr. Carey like that, but the two of them were old friends, and in private forgo the formalities about who was boss. Not that Tonya could get away with much more than that. "I know how much you value your time with that new boy friend of yours. And it really isn't as bad here as it sounds right now." Jane Carey answered, sitting wearily down on one of the seats. "So, what's up?" Tonya said after a pause. "We have a special case. Came in last night. I'd like you to take over from Ashley and watch her yourself." "What's so special?" Jane didn't answer right away. Instead she looked at her feet, and mulled over her response. Tonya patiently waited. "I think I'll let you see her first." she eventually said. "I put her in adoption and isolated the cell. All her paperwork is there. Go over it, and then come see me and let me know what you think." "Do you think this pet will be a problem?" Tonya asked. Dr. Jane Carey looked up directly into Tonya's eyes. "You tell me!" End of Part 1 -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----