I had a feeling …

This story first appeared as part of Leash 2: Tales from the Dungeon, presented and illustrated by @SpacePupSilver. Get your copy in his online shop!
Like all stories in Leash 2, it is based on a real event.

I had a feeling that this was going to be a good party. All of my friends would be there, and I knew that I’d feel right at home.

Ben had offered to take me there as my handler, and it’s always a good time with him. He knows what I like, and he just does it. I don’t even have to ask. And isn’t that the best thing in the world? Getting what you want, without needing to ask?

I pulled on my rubber catsuit in the changing area of the club. I loved sliding into this face-entry suit – I had lubed it up liberally in advance, and once I’d wrestled the attached open-face hood over my hips and slid my arms into the suit, it closed around my neck with the most satisfying feeling. Ben helped me push all the air out of my arms and legs, making sure it felt like a literal second skin. Then I fit the open-face hood over my head, and put on my rubber puppy hood. Combined with the attached gloves and socks of the catsuit, every inch of my body was now covered in tight-fitting, smooth rubber.

I was about to head out of the changing area as Ben called me back. “Puppy, stay!” We’d done enough obedience training that I jerked back involuntarily, looking at the ground apologetically. “Not so quick. You’re not done yet.”

He ordered me to stand in front of him and undid the front zip of the catsuit. I had started to get excited putting on the suit, so my dick was pretty hard already. “OK puppy, get soft.” What? How was I going to do that? How could I not be horny in this situation, being ordered around as a puppy in full rubber gear? I did my best to think of other things, and within a minute or two I actually managed to get soft enough for him to begin fitting a metal chastity cage on my dick.

It took all my restraint not to get hard again as he fondled my dick and balls, lubed them up, and then fit the ring of my chastity cage behind my balls. He slid my dick into the tube part and carefully fit them together before locking everything up. Making sure that nothing pinched, he gave my now caged dick a pat. “There, much better.” he said, while zipping my catsuit back up. The bulge of the chastity cage almost didn’t show through the tight latex.

“OK, turn around. On all fours, like a good puppy!” I obediently got on hands and knees. He closed the puppy hood’s attached collar, and locked it with a padlock. As I heard the soft click of the lock clicking closed, I knew that I was now sealed in my rubber skin until he let me out. My dick started straining against the chastity cage at the thought.

Next he removed the puppy hood’s muzzle. “Open!” I opened my mouth, and he slid a penis shaped gag in and snapped it in place. With the muzzle back in place, nobody could tell that I was gagged underneath.

“Paws, puppy.” I stuck out my hands in front, and he slid lockable paw mitts over them. I curled my gloved fingers up inside the tight mitts, transforming my hands into useless paws. He locked both paws up, ensuring that I wouldn’t be able to slip out of them.

To complete my puppy outfit, he opened the catsuit’s rear zip and spread lube over my now exposed asshole. I shuddered slightly at this intimate touch. “Relax now, puppy.” I did my best to let my sphincter go slack. I felt him rubbing my rubber plug tail over my crack and slowly inserting it into my anus. Not tensing up at the feeling was difficult, as he slowly slid the plug in and out of my ass. When the plug finally slid home, I let out a sigh of relief. “Good boy!” he praised as he closed the zippers as far as they would go and locked them in place to keep the plug tail in. I gave the tail an experimental wag – and boy did it feel good!

“Now we’re done!” He pocketed the keys – a simple yet powerful gesture, showing me that he was now in control of me. He controlled what I wore, he controlled my dick in its chastity, and he controlled the plug in my ass.

He clipped a leash to my collar and headed out of the changing area, me padding behind him on all fours. As I felt his gentle tugging on my collar, I started settling into my new situation: I felt the rubber catsuit rubbing all over my body, my tongue unconsciously licked the penis shaped rubber gag in my mouth, my paws padded over the floor, and my plug tail tickled my prostate. Slowly all conscious thought left my brain. I was just a puppy at the end of a leash.

We made the rounds through the club, Ben talked with people, and I sat at his feet, letting the noise and the bustle wash over me. Occasionally I would get a pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears, but apart from that I was content to just be a rubber puppy.

After a while, we ended up on one of the big metal beds that they had on the upper floor of the club. Ben was chatting with his friends Tom and Steve; they were having a good time and laughing. I was not even listening to their words, when suddenly Ben tugged my leash. I startled and looked at him with big puppy eyes. He patted the bed. “Up here, puppy!” I clambered on the bed, not quite sure what was going to happen next. “On your back!” Obediently, I lay down. I looked quizzically from Ben to the other two and back. “Good puppy!”

As Ben rubbed my belly, I relaxed – but then I felt a tug at my legs! Tom was tying my legs to the corners of the bed frame! At the same, Steve grabbed my paws and pulled them above my head. Once Tom was done with my legs, they continued with my paws, until they had me in a spread-eagle on the bed.

I tugged at the restraints, looked from Ben to Tom to Steve and back, and started whining. What was happening? What were they doing to puppy?

The three of them seemed quite happy with their handiwork and went back to chatting with each other. Sitting around the helpless puppy, they idly ran their hands over my rubber skin while they talked. They cupped my dick and balls in its chastity cage through the rubber and squeezed my paws and feet. They found my nipples through the rubber and proceeded to rub them.

The longer they went on, the more confused and frustrated I got. When they first started petting me, I had started to relax, but soon this was replaced by increasing amounts of arousal. Being touched through my rubber skin was such an erotic feeling, and strung up as I was, I was absolutely helpless to do anything about it. I squirmed against my restraints, desperate for their touch. My helpless dick was straining against the locked chastity cage.

They seemingly paid no attention to my frustrated whines making it past the rubber gag in my mouth – and still they managed to hit more and more sensitive spots, driving me to ever higher levels of desperation. From my chest and belly their hands trailed towards the sensitive insides of my legs and arms, and to my sides. They touched the soles of my feet and massaged them. Periodically one of them would tap against my chastity cage to remind me that my dick was locked up and I would not get any stimulation. When my whines got too loud, they put a hand on my muzzle and pushed the rubber penis gag deeper into my mouth, silencing my complaints, until another sensitive spot was touched and made me moan even louder than before.

When they found my nipples and started rubbing them, I was close to nirvana – I could feel my eyes rolling back in their sockets as I was whining constantly. A tiny little voice at the back of my head wondered whether I was overreacting – after all, I was just getting petted and cuddled while sealed in rubber. But a much louder voice proclaimed that this was exactly what I wanted – I was craving the touch all over my body, and I wanted more and more! The chastity cage served as a constant reminder that no matter how horny I was getting, I was not going to get any relief. My dick’s futile straining against the cage only made me more horny.

At some point I could not take the stimulation anymore – I felt my body relaxing, my head lolling to one side, drained of energy that I had spent tugging on my restraints, tensing my muscles in frustration, and frustrated and futile whining. How could something so simple as being petted be so stimulating and exhausting?

“OK boys, I think he’s had enough for the moment.” I felt my restraints being loosened. Ben cupped a hand under my head and carefully lifted it up. “Puppy feeling OK?” I slowly opened my eyes and looked at his face, nodding meekly. “Come here, I’ll help you get up.”

Slowly coming back into the world, I noticed for the first time that a crowd of people had gathered around the bed. “Yeah, you were making quite the spectacle with your whining and moaning. Everyone wanted to see what was going on!” I felt myself blush – all these people had watched me whine and thrash at nothing more than being touched? They must’ve thought I was being awfully silly … but now looking around me, I could see more than a few respectful smiles, and quite some wistful looks. Did they really envy the little puppy that had been bound to the bed a few moments ago?

Getting up, I still felt weak, prompting Ben to help me stand up. For the moment, I was not going back on all fours. Instead, I hung onto Ben with my paws as I was catching my breath and getting some solid legs under me again.

He slowly walked me over to where a group of our friends was standing in a circle. They must have seen what was going on – or heard more likely: because I was met with approving looks and some cheers. “Puppy had a good time, eh?” “We could hear it from over here!” I felt a mixture of embarrassment and … muted pride? Yes, I had had a good time!

I slowly hugged one person after the other in the group, still glowing with the excitement I’d just had. One of the last ones that I hugged was a young guy called Joe. I hadn’t talked with him much but I had to admit I had a bit of a crush on him – he was a cute guy with lovely eyes, wearing a full rubber catsuit that fit him very well. He hugged me back and tried to make conversation, but since I was still gagged I couldn’t do more than make doggy noises back at him. “You had a good time, eh?” Woof! “Sure sounded like it!” Bark!

He seemed a bit confused and I realized – he didn’t know I was gagged under the hood! He must’ve thought that I was still in doggy headspace and just didn’t want to speak! But my doggy noises were encouragement enough for him to start feeling me up. He held me close and rubbed my rubber skin, sending me into another wave of excitement. But as he reached my groin, he stopped and felt around. “Waaaait … is that a chastity cage?” I nodded meekly. “Ooooh. So you were in chastity the whole time?” I nodded again. Finally it dawned on him. “And you’re gagged too under that hood?” One more nod.

“Oh, you’re one awesome puppy!” he laughed and gave me a big hug. “I gotta borrow you from Ben sometime! You seem like so much fun!” I beamed at him and nodded fiercely! This puppy would like that very much! My tail involuntarily started wagging at the thought. I leaned against him and let him hold me for a bit longer.

Yes, this had been a very good party. Sure, I hadn’t cum, nobody had even touched my dick – but the feeling of deep contentment that I experienced in that very moment was hard to match: In head to toe rubber, gagged, plugged and in chastity, standing in a circle of my best friends, leaning against a cute guy, and all of them were happy for me for the good time I just had.

I was a blessed little puppy.