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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


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