Lonesome Pup
At this point I’d lost all sense of time – I was lost in my world of rubber and noise. I couldn’t tell whether he’d left me here 5 minutes or half an hour ago.
It had started like a usual club night: I got into head-to-toe rubber, and he strapped my puppy gear on me: Paws, gag, chastity belt, and my puppy tail firmly lodged in my ass. This time he had something new for me: Before I put the hood on, he had me put on earbuds. This would block some of the outside noise, and allow him to feed me custom noise if he wanted to.
Sometime during the night he told me to kneel next to a pillar. He leashed me to the pillar and told me that he wanted me to be a good pup and stay here for a little. He tied my paws together behind my back, and put a blindfold in place. While I was sitting there blind and helpless, suddenly white noise clicked on through the earbuds, drowning out all noise from the bar. Where previously I had been content to listen to the bustle around me, now I felt completely isolated and had no idea anymore what was going on. I looked around blindly, trying to extract some meaning out of the assault on my ears, but no such luck.
I felt a short pat on my head, and then nothing. Nothing but blindness, white noise, and my tied up paws behind my back. While I knelt obediently, I slipped further and further into sensory deprivation. I couldn’t tell anymore whether the vibrations around me were people walking around, or just my own heartbeat.
I had rarely felt so alone, even if I knew there were lots of people around me. My handler had left me alone in the darkness. I started feeling sorry for myself, and started to become sad. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I was close to crying from loneliness.
Suddenly the white noise clicked off, and I heard my handler’s voice, “How’s my puppy doing?” Hearing his voice felt ecstatic, and I involuntarily barked and looked around blindly. I had no idea whether he was right next to me or ten meters away, but his familiar voice immediately comforted me. “Puppy doing OK? I’m gonna be a little bit longer, so stay and be a good pup!” With that, the white noise clicked on again, and I was plunged back into isolation.
How long would he leave me? Why was he abandoning me? I wanted to be a good puppy for him, and the longer he left me alone, the more I was craving his company, his voice, his touch! I started whining and sobbing softly to myself, with nothing to do but wait until he came back.
It had started like a usual club night: I got into head-to-toe rubber, and he strapped my puppy gear on me: Paws, gag, chastity belt, and my puppy tail firmly lodged in my ass. This time he had something new for me: Before I put the hood on, he had me put on earbuds. This would block some of the outside noise, and allow him to feed me custom noise if he wanted to.
Sometime during the night he told me to kneel next to a pillar. He leashed me to the pillar and told me that he wanted me to be a good pup and stay here for a little. He tied my paws together behind my back, and put a blindfold in place. While I was sitting there blind and helpless, suddenly white noise clicked on through the earbuds, drowning out all noise from the bar. Where previously I had been content to listen to the bustle around me, now I felt completely isolated and had no idea anymore what was going on. I looked around blindly, trying to extract some meaning out of the assault on my ears, but no such luck.
I felt a short pat on my head, and then nothing. Nothing but blindness, white noise, and my tied up paws behind my back. While I knelt obediently, I slipped further and further into sensory deprivation. I couldn’t tell anymore whether the vibrations around me were people walking around, or just my own heartbeat.
I had rarely felt so alone, even if I knew there were lots of people around me. My handler had left me alone in the darkness. I started feeling sorry for myself, and started to become sad. I had no idea how much time had passed, but I was close to crying from loneliness.
Suddenly the white noise clicked off, and I heard my handler’s voice, “How’s my puppy doing?” Hearing his voice felt ecstatic, and I involuntarily barked and looked around blindly. I had no idea whether he was right next to me or ten meters away, but his familiar voice immediately comforted me. “Puppy doing OK? I’m gonna be a little bit longer, so stay and be a good pup!” With that, the white noise clicked on again, and I was plunged back into isolation.
How long would he leave me? Why was he abandoning me? I wanted to be a good puppy for him, and the longer he left me alone, the more I was craving his company, his voice, his touch! I started whining and sobbing softly to myself, with nothing to do but wait until he came back.
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