Hello Mr. Newpaper man. You're from what big city paper? Uh-huh and you heard of my operation here from your wife and thought you'd do some snooping around to write an expose. Fine snoop all you want. Oh the cage? Why that's where I keep misbehaving men or women, until I've made them docile and compliant pets. You can't believe how obedient they become after eating only a can of dog food or cat food for 14 days. When I unchain them and take them out of the cage on a leash, they are only too happy to eat my pussy to my satisfaction. If I am pleased with their efforts I reward them with a treat. For the males some raw meat and the females some raw fish.
Now, if you notice this cage with the male is the city manager and the female in the next cage is the mayor of our fine town. They came here to inspect my operation, cause one of my customers, the wife of a previous male wasn't obedient enough. They hire me to train their partners to be compliant. That bitch was the first complaint I ever got. Most of my customers are very happy with howI've changed their partners.
Anyway back to the mayor and city manager, when I told them about what I could do to their partners, they were only too happy to pay my fee. Now the city manager who I call Rex, is such a good boy. I've trained him to roll-over several times for a dog biscuit. Yes that's a butt plug with a tail. When he's bored he spends time running around chasing after his tail.
Now the mayor, who I call Fluffy, was much harder to train. Kitty's do what they want. But I've trained her. Doesn't she look cute with her fluffy white tail butt plug and cute white ears? She loves to see me enter her cage, She will run over and rub against my leg, cause she learned that, if I feel like it, when she lays on her back I'll give her a tummy rub. She's in kitty heaven then and actually starts purring.
What is the third cage for? I'm glad you asked, follow me.......Oh I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to trip you like that. Here let me help you up. Look over in that corner. See the whole there? That's where you will do your business. Shut! Snap! Click! Lock! Welcome to my operation dearie. You are going to become my newest pet......Yell for help all you want sweetie, my nearest neighbor is 5 miles away. Your wife will rescue you? Don't bet on it. You see, it was her plan when she told you about my operation, that you be re-trained. She's tired of you being an arrogant asshole, so she's paying my fee for your training. Oh you're going to call the police? Not much good that will do you. I am the Chief of Police in this town. This is just a side hustle. You'll call your editor? That might me difficult? You see you need this phone and when I tripped you I picked-pocketed you.
Now I have a dilemma, what should I name you? Rex is taken and you're definitely not a Fido or Rover...Hmmmm I know "Newsy". When I return your to your wife docile and obedient, you will definitely make news with her. Oh and I wouldn't try talking to Fluffy or Rex, see I sprinkle a temporary mind altering drug in their food. Now they can only bark or mew. You'll be just like them in a couple of days. When your wife comes to pick you up, all you'll be able to do is bark with glee, but you'll eventually learn to speak again, when she chooses to give you the antidote, if she does. I have some clients who haven't a spoken a word since they under went my training. All they can do is bark or mew cause that's what their masger/mistress wanted. Now dinner is at 6:00pm, I hope you like canned dog food. It really smells like shit, but considering it's only 8:00am in the morning, I think 10 hours without food should make you hungry enough to eat it. Bye-bye Newsy.
