Mei
Star
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2009
Marcel irritatedly ran a hand through his hair, the lacy sleeves of his dress brushing across teh side of his face, and he gave a small sigh. His owner had gone off again, having gone on vacation and decided that this was the perfect time to have him get a check-up. The teen moved forward, peering out between the bars of his cage on his hands and knees, feeling the cool office air ghosting across his ass. His Master, of course, required for him to wear a girly and lacy dress with a short skirt, and no underwear. And, oh, how he had hated it at first when he was just bought but now. . . It accentuated his slightly feminine features, his pale blue upturned eyes and full, sensuous pink lips, the high cheekbones and the shoulder-length black hair hair. For all intents and purposes, he could be mistaken for a girl.
He was used to it. And he didn't mind it in front of his Master and owner, but. . .
Not in front of this man.
Poor Marcel. He always hated beiing away from his Master, and now he was expected to stay an entire week with his vet. . . He didn't know the man at all, since he had just changed from one vet to another. The last one - oh, that lad was so nice and sweet, always giving him new treats and special privelages. He no longer had to ask for permission to wear underwear, to be in someone's prescence. . . He didn't have to kneel in front of her, or serve her constantly. And those few days that he had spent with her every couple of months were absolutely delightful!
But now he didn't know this one, didn't know how he would act. He whimpered, and then st back down again, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
He was used to it. And he didn't mind it in front of his Master and owner, but. . .
Not in front of this man.
Poor Marcel. He always hated beiing away from his Master, and now he was expected to stay an entire week with his vet. . . He didn't know the man at all, since he had just changed from one vet to another. The last one - oh, that lad was so nice and sweet, always giving him new treats and special privelages. He no longer had to ask for permission to wear underwear, to be in someone's prescence. . . He didn't have to kneel in front of her, or serve her constantly. And those few days that he had spent with her every couple of months were absolutely delightful!
But now he didn't know this one, didn't know how he would act. He whimpered, and then st back down again, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.