Doggy Boarding
I’d been in my rubber doggy gear for a couple of hours now -- full body catsuit with everything attached, doggy hood with a built-in gag, kneepads, paws, the full monty. My friend M had locked me into my gear at the beginning of the fetish party, making sure I couldn’t get out of any of it on my own. He’d even insisted I wear my metal chastity belt, which held in my plug tail.
He’d led me round the party by my leash, and I’d gotten lots of attention from the other guys -- rubbing me all over, cuddling me and telling me I was a good boy. They couldn’t do much more with me since my dick was locked away and all my holes were filled, but I loved it anyway.
After a while M passed my leash on to J and E while he went to the darkroom to have some fun of his own. I didn’t mind -- J and E hung out at the bar, I sat at their feet, people passed by and petted me, and I was in a nicely complacent doggy mood. I even dozed off briefly leaning against J’s leg.
But now I noticed the place getting emptier, and J and E gathering up their things to leave. Surely M would come back shortly, unlock my gear and let me get changed. It had been a good night.
When E returned from the coat check with no M in sight, I looked at him quizzically. “Well, doggy, you’re coming home with us tonight. M left with somebody to have fun at his place. He said we should take you home, and he’d come by for breakfast tomorrow to collect you.
“He didn’t leave us any keys, so we can’t let you out of your gear. We’ll just have to take you like this. He took all your clothes too.”
As he said this, my mind started turning cartwheels. My rubber gear was nice and comfortable at this point, and I could probably stay in it for the night. I’d never worn the plug tail over night though -- right now it felt really good and kept me horny, but who knows what it’d feel like in a couple of hours? I’d never slept with a gag either …
E cut my contemplations short by pulling on my leash and making me yelp. He led me out of the club to the back of his truck and had me jump in the trunk. They drove the short way to their place while I curled up in the back and thought about my predicament.
When we got to their place, they led me to their playroom. “Since you’re staying a rubber doggy tonight, you’re going to sleep in the cage.” I got in, and they locked the cage door behind me. “Sleep tight, little doggy! See you in the morning!” They turned off the lights and left me alone.
I lay awake, thinking about what I’d gotten myself into. I was stuck in all my gear, and the keys were miles away. J and E couldn’t let me out even if they’d wanted to. M was probably having hot sex at his place while I was lying here, plug up my arse, horny as hell from an evening in gear, and no way of doing anything about it because my dick was well and truly locked away behind hard metal.
I settled down as well as I could … if I was stuck in this, I might as well enjoy it. My rubber hugged me all over, and the plug pressed nicely against my prostate. I enjoyed the delicious tingly horniness that results from me not being able to touch my dick. I slowly drifted away into a blissful sleep, dreaming of caged rubber doggies.
He’d led me round the party by my leash, and I’d gotten lots of attention from the other guys -- rubbing me all over, cuddling me and telling me I was a good boy. They couldn’t do much more with me since my dick was locked away and all my holes were filled, but I loved it anyway.
After a while M passed my leash on to J and E while he went to the darkroom to have some fun of his own. I didn’t mind -- J and E hung out at the bar, I sat at their feet, people passed by and petted me, and I was in a nicely complacent doggy mood. I even dozed off briefly leaning against J’s leg.
But now I noticed the place getting emptier, and J and E gathering up their things to leave. Surely M would come back shortly, unlock my gear and let me get changed. It had been a good night.
When E returned from the coat check with no M in sight, I looked at him quizzically. “Well, doggy, you’re coming home with us tonight. M left with somebody to have fun at his place. He said we should take you home, and he’d come by for breakfast tomorrow to collect you.
“He didn’t leave us any keys, so we can’t let you out of your gear. We’ll just have to take you like this. He took all your clothes too.”
As he said this, my mind started turning cartwheels. My rubber gear was nice and comfortable at this point, and I could probably stay in it for the night. I’d never worn the plug tail over night though -- right now it felt really good and kept me horny, but who knows what it’d feel like in a couple of hours? I’d never slept with a gag either …
E cut my contemplations short by pulling on my leash and making me yelp. He led me out of the club to the back of his truck and had me jump in the trunk. They drove the short way to their place while I curled up in the back and thought about my predicament.
When we got to their place, they led me to their playroom. “Since you’re staying a rubber doggy tonight, you’re going to sleep in the cage.” I got in, and they locked the cage door behind me. “Sleep tight, little doggy! See you in the morning!” They turned off the lights and left me alone.
I lay awake, thinking about what I’d gotten myself into. I was stuck in all my gear, and the keys were miles away. J and E couldn’t let me out even if they’d wanted to. M was probably having hot sex at his place while I was lying here, plug up my arse, horny as hell from an evening in gear, and no way of doing anything about it because my dick was well and truly locked away behind hard metal.
I settled down as well as I could … if I was stuck in this, I might as well enjoy it. My rubber hugged me all over, and the plug pressed nicely against my prostate. I enjoyed the delicious tingly horniness that results from me not being able to touch my dick. I slowly drifted away into a blissful sleep, dreaming of caged rubber doggies.
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