I wake up in the same position I fell asleep in, my head being cradled by one of Mr. Hellevan's hands. My awareness slowly comes around and I'm becoming aware of noises and sensations, particularly the feeling the slickness between my legs from the events earlier in the day. Falling asleep in public is becoming a habit, although not sure I can be blamed since I'm being worn out to an increasing degree each time. I can't have been asleep for long, on the table above me I still hear the scrape of cutlery on plates. I squirm as I feel the still insistent buzzing of my clit button, which is enough to keep me aroused, but perhaps not enough to make me orgasm after the over-stimulation I've already had today. It feels good none the less.
As I nuzzle into my owner's lap more, I realise I'm beginning to form an attachment to him. This is unusual, I held zero affection for my previous owners and in theory this man is no better than them. He barely talks to me, treats me as nothing more than an actual dog and is looking to breed me like an actual dog too. I'm too tired to think too much into it, after all I'm pretty sure it's somehow wired to how often I've been used and how often I've orgasmed since I've been with him. Positive reinforcement is clearly the way forward, and certainly a first for me.
I slowly tune into Mr. Hellevan's conversation, I can hear him talking to his dinner guest -- another man. They're discussing arrangements for a few days next week -- where they both have had to arrangement slave care. Mr. Hellevan has agreed to house the man's slave, for a few days it seems, in exchange for her services around the house. Mr. Hellevan thanks him for his offer to house me, but he apparently already has other arrangements for me. Oh well, a couple of days kennelled in day care it'll be for me, I suppose.
After a short while, the bill is paid, and the two men stand. I get to my hands and knees and await instruction; I glance at the other man and see he is much older than my owner -- at least 80 years old. I look up at my owner, who reaches down to stroke my hair. The elderly man glances down at me, his eyes go from my mouth to my hanging breasts to my tail, hungrily. I lean somewhat into my owner's side, not relishing this attention. Mr. Hellevan smiles at the man mutely, before he tugs me off and we start the walk home.
We wander home at a leisurely pace, eventually reaching the small townhouse. As we enter, Mr. Hellevan presses some keys on a keypad beside the door and wanders off while calling on his phone. I'm left to my own devices, so I wander into the living area to settle into my bed for a while. After a reasonable time, my owner comes in to take a seat in his comfortable armchair, which is where my bed is directly beside. He picks up a book from his side table, this time it's 'How to Breed a Bitch'.
I'm starting to feel somewhat indifferent to being bred since I've figured there's nothing I can do about it anyways, my interest is even piqued when shortly after picking up the book, Mr. Hellevan switches the TV on and puts on a programme titled 'Breeding Your Dogs.' In the programme we hear all about the types of dogs that make suitable breeding partners; for bitches around 18-40 years old is ideal, subservient with an obedient nature. And for studs anywhere between 18 -- 80 is ideal, but ability to mount and knot is all that's required. Hmm, funny thing how we differ.
This programme must be from one of the bigger city settlements around the world, because they are discussing the hormonal and reproductive modifications that the Conversion Centre here discussed as being forward thinking. They discuss the bitches modified cycle, their heat, as well as the 'litter' modification. They also discuss the stud's knot and how it's designed for both satisfaction and practicality. Mr. Hellevan takes notes on a small notepad beside me when they move onto pregnancy. They discuss that pregnancy for a bitch lasts slightly less time than a 'human' pregnancy because of the hormonal modifications -- the pups grow quicker. So gestation time is between 4 -- 5 months, depending on the number of pups.
They discuss after-birth options for pups; males should be nursed by the mother until anywhere between 6 months - 1 year old, to ensure satisfactory nutrients are provided from the mother's milk. These males will then be taken care of, raised, schooled and trained in a centre facility, usually with the option for the bitch's owner to retrieve them once they reach maturity at 18 years if so required. These studs can then work their way up and out of the slavery system to live normal lives.
For bitches it's a different story. They will be nursed for between 2-5 months, then taken to a facility to be raised and trained, then finally sold at 18. Apparently, it's common for bitches in larger cities to only understand commands and to be ignorant of the rest of spoken language. That seems to be the ultimate end goal.
