Several things that the young technician did to Vida, while transforming her into a Puppy maid, troubled the young Kuwaiti. The semi-permanent anal/tail fitting was a new experience for her. While working in the Puppy-boy kennels, Vida received a punishment which involved becoming a temporary Puppy-girl for two days.

The anal plug she wore with the temporary outfit was fixed to the tail. Vida was able to grab the tail and pull the plug out, then she was free to have a poo. The new style separate plug and tail was a real pain. The only thing in its favour was that the tail was easier and less painful to remove, and it gave her protection against Puppy-boys when their rutting quota ran out.

She was going to have to get used to being clamped again. The clitoral clamp had a sensor that counted the number of times a Puppy-boy shafted her. The lads were fitted with cock rings at the base of their shafts which also contained a sensor. The system was designed so that both he and the Puppy-girl would get a shock it either of them exceeded their quota.

Her Master would set a limit for a 24-hour timespan, then a computer in the security centre would monitor all the Puppies and lads on both estates. Vida dreaded to think what Chief Sala thought a fair quota for his pet Puppy-boy was. Despite what the technician had told her, she suspected that Chief Salah had more surprises in store for her.

When they arrived at the Home Estate Manager's office, the tech lad knocked and opened the door when he heard a grunt from within. Chief Salah was sitting to the side of the desk while Faisal, the Home Estate manager was standing next to a thrall who Vida didn't know.

Chief Salah and the manager, Faisal, were both heavyweights compared to the slimmer Country Estate manager, Ibrahim. Chief Salah was clean shaven and was in the tan uniform of the security service while Faisal was dressed in a long white thawb and red check keffiyeh headdress.

The thrall was wearing a light blue tunic which was quite possibly the one Vida was wearing an hour earlier. Beneath it, she was wearing a light blue corset which supported her heavy tits and on top, a utility belt, that sinched her waist.

"Ah, Ali, you took your time," the chief called out once he had clocked my new outfit.

"Sorry, chief, but this thrall needed her collar reprogrammed."

"Oh, yes. Thanks, Ali. You can go."

Both men and the thrall studied Vida. From the expression of relief on the girl's face, Vida assumed that she was Zumena, the girl she was replacing. The chief waited for the lad to leave, then got to his feet.

"Faisal, what do you think?"

"Visually, I'm impressed."

Vida had stopped about six feet away from the desk. The Home Estate manager strolled over to her and because Grail had seated himself by her legs, the manager had to walk around both of them to get a good look at her outfit. He stroked her tail as he passed behind Vida.

The elite kennels was on the Home Estate, so her ownership had been transferred to Faisal Nabih who managed the estate. He had a reputation as a disciplinarian, rather like the rumours about Ibrahim. Faisal had more power than Ibrahim because the racing stables, the elite kennels and the palace were all based on his patch. He had those sections to worry about and he was responsible for the running of the stadium and for liaising with the security section. That's why he had his own office within the security building. It was generally accepted that Faisal was Sheik Bashar's right-hand man.

Master Faisal stopped in front of Vida. "Hands behind your head, thrall."

She complied and tried to thrust her tits out to impress the man. Her nipples were still distended from having the Puppy-boy gnaw on them. He grasped her right tit and manipulated it just behind the areola. "Are you dry, girl?"

"Yes, Master, Grail has just had a feed."

"You know who I am?" He tried to rotate her chunky nub.

"Yes, Master Faisal."

"Good, then you know that I run the Home Estate and that you now belong to me."

"Yes, Master. I was told that I would be working..."

"Silence! Did I ask for your opinion?"

"No, Master."

"Insolence will not be tolerated on my Estate. Bend forward and clasp your ankles. You know the position. Zumena, fetch me the crop."

Vida knew it only too well. Wearing a corset kept her back straight and accentuated her shapely ass. As soon as she bent forward, her short black latex skirt fell down her back. With her elbows touching her knees and her legs straight, the newly installed kennel maid was ready to be chastised.

Faisal ran a hand across her ass and then played with her proud spongy labia lips, which were divided by the new clamp. "Chief, when will you break the news to Ibrahim that we won't be sharing this thrall." He dipped his thumb into Vida's gaping, fleshy entrance and tested its maximum circumference, by continually rotating his digit.