Taken Home

I woke up with something hard and rubbery in my mouth. Blinking slowly, I discovered that I was in an unfamiliar hotel room … I was still wearing my rubber catsuit, and the hard and rubbery thing in my mouth was the gag of my dog hood. I could also feel my puppy tail still firmly lodged in my behind, and the chastity cage around my cock. What did I do last night?

As I was wondering how I got here, someone stirred behind me, and a pleasant voice said “Ah, the puppy has finally woken up!” I turned around to a guy that I remembered from the club last night. I tried asking “Where am I?” but it all came out garbled around the gag and and sounded more like “whoo oo oo?”

He put a finger on my nose, looked me in the eyes and said “Shh, puppy. Everything is all right.” The tone of his voice and his look shut me right up, and he continued explaining.

“When you gave me your leash and the keys to your gear last night, you seemed to go really deep into puppy space – and you were having such a great time! It would’ve felt cruel to take you out of puppy space at the end of the night, so I decided to take you home instead.

“You also said that your only plan for today was the fetish street fair and another party at the club tonight. So you can just stay like this today, and I can take you to there as my puppy.

“By the way, your backpack with your clothes, and all your keys are still at the coat check at the club – the guys said they’d be happy to keep it for me until tonight.

“So what do you say, puppy? Breakfast and then walkies?”

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