Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah was awoken by the sound of rhythmic thumping on the metal bars of her sleeping spot, Whiskey's dog crate, some distance off the foot of Matthew's bed in his bedroom. It was one of the largest rooms in the house and afforded plenty of space, so much so that the queen sized bed, dog crate, and various dressers and shelves failed to make the room feel small or cramped. Which is why it was odd that she was being awoken in this manner. Shakily, Delilah forces herself up and cracks her eyes open. She winces as she sits partially upright and puts too much weight on her plugged bottom and shifts forward to take her weight off her ass and finally spots the source of the noise: Whiskey's tail thumping on the kennel.

"Whis... you're hitting the cage... with your tail-" she says while she yawns, groggily rubbing her eyes as she sees that Whiskey was, despite waking her with his wagging tail, not looking at her. Instead, once Delilah snapped her attention up, she saw Matthew looming over her wrapped in a bath towel and with still-damp hair. He didn't look pleased... but he did look fit. With him mostly nude like this, Delilah was treated to the sight of a man with enough money to devote to a "hobby" like blackmailing girls and making them behave like pets. He likely spent more time working out than the average man and each flex of a muscle was proof why he was able to so easily manhandle, hoist, heft, and spank her.

And he's staring right at me... oh shit...

She looks up at his face and timidly bites her lip as she already knew what she'd done wrong.

Matthew leans over slightly to stare her down. His gaze on her nude form was sweltering and Delilah squirmed in place, barely able to meet his eyes in return as she was stuck curled up on all fours in Whiskey's dog crate. "I suspect you know what I'm going to say, Bitch. No talking, not for a dog like you." He says in that smooth, slow tone. Lording his ownership over her as he reminds her of his rules.

Delilah felt her knees draw together beneath her, incidentally squeezing on her plug tail as she blushed and seethed. Where does he get off... trying to tell me what to do... n-nevermind that I'm stuck in a metal cage and he's... not. But... shit why does this make me feel so... so good? Like... arousing...?

Cutting through Delilah's ashamed thoughts, Matthew resumed talking. "But... after today, that won't be as much of a problem. Since you keep forgetting... I'm getting ahead of this before it becomes a real habit. The vet is on the way right now. Be here in an hour. We'll get you and Whis outside, do your business, have breakfast... and that should be about right." Matthew squats down, unbothered by the fact that this gave Delilah a look clear down his towel and made her blush bright red at the sight hidden in it. But him slapping the side of the kennel startled her and made her look straight at his face. "We'll make a proper bitch out of you yet. And I'm sure your depraved little doggy-fucker head will love it." He says with a cruel grin as he stands and saunters off to the bathroom and left Delilah behind.

But she wasn't done yet. Her face was burning red and now with a flare of anger added in. "Y-you can't do this! I'm not some girl for you to fuck with and then discard whenever you're done!" She shouted across the bedroom, scooting forward to grip the locked gate of the dog kennel. "You're going to let me out of here and let me go! This is enough! Stop it!" Her screams turned quickly to screeches, her voice raising in pitch as sobs started to well up in her throat. She was feeling beyond overwhelmed, exhausted, and abused.

And, listening to her outburst from across the room, Matthew had merely stopped in the open arch to the bathroom while facing away from her and letting her finish her tirade before her shouts turned to sobs and she banged her head against the wire-gate a few times as tears streaked down her face, clearly indicating her overwhelming emotional state.

But Matthew finally turns and glares at her from across the room. Delilah peers at him with watery eyes and feels a shiver down her spine. When he speaks, it's with the same patient confidence he always displayed. "Is that what you think Catherine was? Some girl?" He asks calmly, but there was a note of menace in his voice. His changed demeanor made Delilah snap out of her mental break slightly and weakly return his gaze as he slowly walked back over to her. "You two were similar to me. But you refuse to recognize your differences from her. She was a trained partner... at one point, she was not... too different from you. But she had the sense to obey and accept the way things are." He places his hand onto the top of the metal wire-frame kennel which causes Whiskey to stand up with his tail stiff; Whiskey was already on the defense but wasn't keen to act out against Matthew. "In your defense... you're experiencing a very different style of learning compared to her. She had several years of training whereas you've given me mere weeks. After all, you were accepted at your university... someone will miss you if you don't start making public appearances again soon. So..." he squats down again, eyes tense. "That means you're going to get trained harshly every day... not a moment wasted. And if you're going to keep failing to learn lessons... then my punishments need to get worse, don't they?"

How did he... know I got accepted? Did I ever mention that...? Delilah's thoughts and sudden panic are interrupted again as Matthew unlatches and yanks the crate's gate open. He makes Delilah gasp as he reaches in and grips her collar, hauling her out of the crate and throwing her forward roughly. She tumbles out onto the carpet of his bedroom and scrambles to her hands and knees but was too slow as he strides over and delivers a swift stomp into her ass, sending her flat to the carpet with a grunt.

"Gah-oomph!" She yelps, face grinding into the carpet as Matthew steps forward onto her upper back and flattening her chest into the carpet and pinning her down. A yip from Whiskey makes Delilah's heart leap but Matthew's sharp command towards the dog to halt reminds both pets who was in charge. Matthew leans his weight onto Delilah as he reaches down to his side and grips her bare buttock, the movement causing his towel to fall from his hips and leave them both nude and Delilah no more comfortable for the shared condition. His pinching of her ass hurt and it seemed pretty clear it was meant to.

"You'll get it into your skull soon... I'll make sure of that. When you're here, being my dog, you will behave like a proper bitch. After all... your mate is counting on you, isn't he?" Matthew's voice was firm and commanding and he uses his other hand to grab Delilah's black and brown hair, tugging her head up and making her look at Whiskey as the canine cautiously watched her get pinned to the floor by his owner. "But... before you get to own that title, you need to learn your place. Learn your manners. And that starts by you understanding you do-" Matthew lifts his hand from Delilah's ass and slams it back down, spanking her ruthlessly and making her screech as he held her head up. "-not!-" he enunciates his words with a brutal slap, leaving a bright red mark on her other ass cheek, "-speak!" Matthew's hand crashes down again, rippling Delilah's pert, reddened ass ruthlessly. Her voice rang out as Matthew held her head up and he paused his spanking to give her a moment to speak; and earn another slap.

As she breaks into weak blubbering and pending sobs, he finally speaks again. "Good. You can bark, yip, howl, and cry... but you do not speak. Not unless you are ordered to do so." He raises his hand and spanks her again, making her yelp in surprise and whine as tears break from her eyes. Matthew releases her head with a snort of disdain and steps off of her and gathers his towel up and starts to saunter to the bathroom before giving her a dismissive gesture over his shoulder. "Hmph. The vet will be here in an hour. Go outside and piss, take Whiskey with you. Don't forget why you're here in the first place." He reminds her as she starts to weep on the floor, aching from being stood on and brutally spanked. "Misbehave or run and your activities go public." He pauses in the archway to his bathroom before looking at the prone girl as she starts to try and gather herself. "And did you think the cameras weren't still recording? No... each day, there's more and more evidence of your... needs." He points at the open bedroom door. "Go. Outside. The dog door is open for you, Bitch. I'll come get you two for breakfast. And after that... your checkup."

Matthew finally goes back into the bathroom and leaves Delilah alone with Whiskey who, seeing that the girl was released from his master's punishment, trots over to poke his head into her cheek and lick at Delilah's face, prodding at her with his nose, and wag his tail in a comforting gesture.

Weakly, Delilah noticed his efforts and rolls into him, finding his efforts indeed quite comforting. But her mind was swimming again as she turns over what Matthew told her. He's... still recording... it gets worse with every day... every time I crawl around... every time I get spanked and punished and, and... She squirms as she forces herself to her hands and knees and turns, starting to crawl out of the bedroom since she now had proof Matthew might always be watching. So why... does that make me feel... She shakes her head and wipes Whiskey's slobber off her face as he trots alongside her, excited to see his mate moving again. She pauses at the top of the stairs to press a hand to her chest and feels her heart pounding.

So why does this make me feel so amazing?

Delilah swallowed a bit uncomfortably as she finished her breakfast, Whiskey long since finished and politely sitting near her "standing guard" as Matthew paced through the house, tidying up some things here and there, packing up a small suitcase with what looked like female products; soaps, clothes, a couple trinkets. Delilah assumed it was whatever Catherine had left behind in her apparently hasty exit.

And clearly, Matthew was not in the mood to talk about it as he performed his task in relative silence.

Her mouth felt dry from the human-grade dog kibble and she crawled over to her and Whiskey's water bowls, leaning in close to lap up a few mouthfuls as she knew Matthew was keeping an eagle-sharp eye on her today. Clearly, he was not impressed with her.

It's only been three days since he fucked up my life! What does he expect!? Why doesn't he just let me go if he's so unsatisfied? She wondered, stewing in her anger as she drank. A bump from Whiskey against her hip made her shift to the side but it seemed the canine was only interested in investigating her as he went to sniff her rear end, brush his cheek against her side, and turn and stand guard for her which incidentally meant he began to bat her knee with his wagging tail. Delilah lifts her head from her water bowl with a wet chin as she turns a new idea over in her head. Maybe it's the breaking part of it that gets him off...

The doorbell ringing startles Delilah as Matthew stops mid-task and turns to the door first as Whiskey darts up, barking loudly as he races to defend the home. Matthew pauses and looks at Delilah with a knowing expression before chasing after his dog.

"Whis! Down! Heel!" He shouts as he makes for the front door and Delilah creeps to the living room. She finds a spot with a decent view of the front entrance and relative privacy for herself, peering around a couch and hoping that it was just a deliveryman or something. But Matthew's warning and the timing of the arrival meant it was likely only one person. This "vet" of his.

Delilah watches as Matthew opens the door with a watchful Whiskey sitting near the stairs and reveals a tall, thin, and stern-looking woman. She was dressed simply in a set of tight pants, muted blue shirt, and a set of steel-frame glasses. Her dirty-blonde hair was loose and draped around her shoulders casually with a clear amount of effort put into it; curled, glossy with product, and not a hair out of place.

She fixed her glasses before reaching to shake Matthew's hand and spoke with a prim and proper tone, sounding like a well-educated British woman to Delilah's ear, as far as she could hear the woman from here.

"Matthew. It's been some time." She says bluntly as Matthew closes the door behind her. She was carrying in a large case, nearly as big as herself, but clearly light enough for her to haul in. It looked a bit like a square guitar case and was mostly black with aluminum casings and reinforcements. She set it down with a thunk as she turns to converse with Matthew in the hallway, just shy of the living room and well within earshot of Delilah as she crept further behind the couch, too afraid now to stand up and too outnumbered to do anything but sit and listen. And the more this woman discussed with Matthew, the less Delilah liked it.

"Yes, Ophelia, it has been some time. I must say I missed your punctuality and professionalism. I wasn't even aware you were on this side of the pond until I reached out to my contacts last night. And you manage to squeeze me in today? Impressive as ever." Matthew's voice was calm and collected as always but he did seem genuinely impressed with this woman, this "Ophelia" who merely let out a soft laugh as she replied.

"Please, Matthew, flattery will not lower my rate. After all, you said your new pet will need the full service, yes? How bad is it? Please tell me it's not like that one black hound you were working on years ago. She was a mess of poor behavior and inability to commit. I don't think she wanted it at all... in my opinion you were definitely wasting your time." Her voice is crisp and piercing, each sentence seeming to compound on the last and it appeared to Delilah that, for whatever freak society these two belonged to, Ophelia just might be more important and ingrained than Matthew if she was this informed of the man's activities.

"No project is ever a waste, Ophelia. Every girl is a learning experience and that hound was cut loose early. Even if... it was after your recommendation."

"Thus, why you called me early this time." She cuts in, smirking at the taller man with a knowing grin. "Good boy, an old dog can learn new tricks. Now... talk to me, what's the damage." Ophelia picks up the case and makes for the kitchen island, laying it flat on the counter top and unlatching two heavy locks on it and flipping the case open. From here, Delilah couldn't see anything thanks to how high the counter was and how low her hiding place made her. Peering around the couch, she still mostly had to rely on sound to know what was happening.

"You saw the initial recordings. I found a committed one. So much so that she skipped to the climax before even beginning her training." Matthew said as he leaned on the counter and spoke as if he wasn't aware that Delilah was in the room with them.

Ophelia eyes Matthew warily as she reaches into the case and pulls out a stark white lab coat and starts to slip it on. "Committed, mm? You said that of Catherine too. Speaking of, where is she? I recall Stanis saying she was here with you. I wanted to check in with her. See how she was doing..."

Matthew's face and voice tightens as he glances to the side. "She was having some significant personality conflicts with my new pet. For both their sake, she needed to step away."

Ophelia slips on a pair of nitrile gloves and hums. "Hnn... I see. Well, if those are the lengths you're going to, I trust this new one is stellar. Those videos were unconvincing, given that it seemed more like your dog forced himself on her... but then again, she is still here, isn't she?" Ophelia suddenly turns her gaze directly to Delilah, a small smile blossoming on her lips as she locks eyes with the nude pet girl peeking around the edge of the couch. "Aren't you, little pet. Come on out... let me have a look at you."

Delilah lets out a little squeak of surprise and darts back as Ophelia first called her out but timidly peers around the couch again as it was clear this woman was even sharper than she looked and wasn't taking refusal for an answer. And with Matthew's spanking still aching on her bottom, Delilah was not keen for additional punishment. Cautiously, she crawls out from behind the couch and the blonde slowly paces towards her, eyes darting over Delilah's body as she fixes her glasses again.

"Already collared... and plugged, you are such a stickler for such trappings. I assume you've been flushing her out properly?" She asks of Matthew as she approaches Delilah, not bothering to look at the man as she spoke to him and keeping her attention on Delilah. It made her feel like an animal being talked about at... well, at the veterinarian's office.

Matthew clears his throat and leans against the counter. "Not... properly. No. She's had other priorities."

Ophelia does break her gaze from Delilah to sneer at the man. "Other priorities like getting nasty infections, getting her hind quarters brutalized, and choking on collars, I assume? Men. This is why you're always losing your pets early, Orem. You need to learn to tend to them better." She brings her gaze back to Delilah as she bends over slightly and places her hands on her knees and addresses the pet girl for the first time. "Don't worry, honey. I'll make sure he starts doing his job properly."

What does she mean by that? Delilah wonders but keeps her mouth shut. With Matthew here, and how involved in making girls into pets Ophelia seemed to be, Delilah doubted that she'd get any leniency for breaking his rules. She might hold Delilah to them even more strictly than Matthew.

Standing upright, Ophelia turns and paces back to her long rectangular case and starts pulling items out of it and talking to Matthew again as she does. "Regular sanitizing flushes of her vaginal and anal canals. Urethral too, if you're going in there. I'm shocked you've let yourself slip on that, especially since she took your dog's cum to her womb. Poor thing's probably swimming in infections that haven't taken root yet. Her body's not acclimated to it. She'll need these flushes regularly, but gradually you can wean her off." She holds up a strange white pouch to show Matthew but Delilah could see it too. Then she sets it and what looked like a roll of tape and then a jumbled mass of straps on the counter.

Delilah can barely see from the floor and the more Ophelia spoke and made her presence fill the room, the more anxious Delilah got. She squirmed in place, trying to obey and avoid punishment by sitting on her hands and knees while the veterinarian got prepared.

"She's only available five days a week for eight weeks, Ophelia. I had to cut some corners..."

The blonde snaps her eyes to Matthew again as she scoops the white pouch and the tape from the countertop and sneers. "So you picked the one thing that leads to no pet? Cut your corners better, Orem." She said with some venom in her tone as she walked over to Delilah and moved to the girl's side. And Delilah turned. And Ophelia moved to her side again. And Delilah turned. Ophelia gave Matthew a sharp look. "Seems she isn't too trusting. Does she know her commands?"

Matthew snickered. "I don't see why she would trust you. And she knows some basics. Bitch?"

Delilah stiffens as Matthew uses his name for her, calling her out directly. Ophelia scoffs quietly seemingly at the name chosen by the middle-aged man but keeps her critiques to herself.

"Play." Matthew orders as Delilah looks at him over her shoulder. She blushes red and looks straight ahead as she evaluates her situation and recalls what the play command entailed. Ophelia's movements had turned Delilah around and she was now facing away from the kitchen counter and Matthew. She flinches as she knows what she's about to do. Matthew wouldn't forgive disobedience, she had no choice. Timidly, she starts to tip forwards and presses her palms flat to the shag rug of the living room. Her chin rests atop her hands and her knees spread wide, her toes pointed back and her black and brown imitation dog tail dangling between her legs. Thankfully, it hid her dripping pussy from Matthew's view but Ophelia was quick to move around behind her and lift it anyway. Delilah keeps her mouth shut but does find herself subconsciously lifting her backside a bit further, trying not to shiver as she felt so powerless here.

"Good girl. Quick-learning obedience... decent posture for a pup. Keep practicing, straighten those lines..." her voice was slightly distracted as Ophelia shifts in beside Delilah, giving her good leverage to access the teen's lower parts. "Maybe smile a little and let that smile go across your whole body and you might have something to show off." Ophelia suggests some improvements to Delilah's posture as she pushes her knee down beside one of Delilah's legs, preventing her from closing them at all as Ophelia began rubbing her gloved hands over the girl's bottom as she pins Delilah's plug tail to the small of her back with her right hand and swipes her left hand over the naked girl's cunt and collects a palm-full of pussy juice. "Wet. Mmn, maybe you were on to something Matthew... I think she likes this." She mutters as she starts to slowly yet forcefully rub and caress Delilah's pussy.

"Mnphh!" Delilah jolts slightly and moans, biting her tongue and stiffening up as she knew resistance meant punishment. But Ophelia's hands felt incredible, each touch and caress a matter of pure professionalism and... investigation? What... what does she think she's doing? Does she really not care at all that I'm a real human or something!?

It certainly seemed to her that Ophelia did not care and she continued to masturbate the plugged girl until her cunt was drooling into the carpet in long, silky strands of slightly sticky juices. Ophelia lets out a little hum as she pauses her rubbing to inspect her soaked glove. "Such a wet vagina... quite the, what did you call her, Matthew, 'bitch'?" She comments idly towards Matthew as she resumed rubbing Delilah's pussy. This time, she made a point of dipping her fingers in deeper and forcing Delilah's pussy lips to spread and accept her gloved, lubricated fingers. She slipped two finger inside and spread them gently, peeking inside of Delilah's pussy and humming quietly to herself or mumbling quietly in analytical terms.

Delilah squirms and whines, her pussy throbbing in need as this woman fingers her and she fights the desperate urge to protest, to yell, to turn. Instead, she just moans and clenches her eyes shut as a gentle breeze of Ophelia's breath whispers over her inner folds. W-what... is she doing? Is... is this just an... inspection to her?!

"She's a squirmer... I think that's for the best. A good pet ought to be a bit lively." Ophelia finally pulls her fingers out of Delilah's cunt and gives the girl's sopping wet pussy a soft slap, making the girl yelp and whine like a dog with a stepped-on tail. "And such cute noises, too..." Ophelia finally pulled back slightly and turned so she could grab the small white pouch she had grabbed from her equipment case earlier. She bent the packet in half and gave it a brief shake before she lined it up with Delilah's loins and pushed it into Delilah's pussy swiftly. The stretching she'd put Delilah's pussy through moments earlier allowed the packet to push past Delilah's labia quite easily but the deeper it went the more effort it took to cram the slightly soft, squishy packet into Delilah's vaginal canal. Delilah yelped in surprise and clenched down on Ophelia's finger as it pushed the packet inside, whining as her head almost came up and Ophelia had to press her hand firmly on Delilah's back to keep her from rearing her head up.

"Hnh-hya! Mnn!" Delilah yelped and moaned, trying to keep herself steady but already shuddering as the packet slid deep into her pussy with Ophelia's help. It felt like a little bundle of gelatin and gave off a fizzy, tingling sensation the deeper into her vagina it sank and the longer it was in there.

With the packet deep inside of Delilah, Ophelia pulled her finger out and brushed her juice-soaked hand down Delilah's back before she grabbed the roll of tape and ripped off a piece, aiming it at Delilah's pussy. "There you go, girl. It's a cleansing packet. Sterilizes and neutralizes all the seminal fluids that might still be lurking in your body. Plus any bacteria your mate pushed in there. Something Matthew ought to be using regularly... seems you've gone and made him forgetful." She sticks the black body tape to Delilah's pussy and rubs it flat, ensuring it would keep the fizzing packet inside the pet girl's pussy until its job was done.

Ophelia stood up with a soft sigh and peeled her gloves off as she walked back towards the kitchen counter with Delilah shuddering and flinching in full view of the two clothed humans and one furred dog. "There... now we can get her muzzle fitted. Matthew? Make her sit up, please. Much easier if I can reach her whole head."

Delilah flinched and tried to peek up and over her shoulder without moving too much and attracting attention. One word scared her. Muzzle?

"Sure, Ophelia. Anything else you need?" Matthew said with a slightly mocking tone as he headed towards the nude girl on his living room floor. He gives Delilah a nudge with his shoe. "Up, Bitch. Beg." he orders almost casually, urging her up and giving her a command she knew.

Delilah squirms in place as she shakily drags herself up, blushing as she turns around to face Matthew with her heart beating wildly in her chest. She takes a moment to recall just what beg meant but soon enough she spins in place and sits up on her knees as she draws them together, closing her legs and making her squirm as some of her leaked pussy juices stain her thighs and her rectum clenches on her butt plug. She brings her hands up and frames her B-cup breasts and even gives them a gentle squeeze together, blushing red as she forces herself to look up to Matthew, knowing he'd take offense if she didn't.

This... is so humiliating. She thinks to herself as she glances over and sees Ophelia with black and brown jumbled mass in her hand and some sort of battery-operated heat gun in the other.

The blonde lab coat-wearing woman clicks on the heat gun and aims it at the object in her other hand and meanders towards Delilah. "So she can beg. Cute that you started there. Look at her... all eager and obedient. She's enjoying this more than she'd admit."

The whirring of the heat gun sounded ominous as she stops just shy of Delilah and the pet girl gets her first chance to really inspect what the woman was holding. It looked like a mask, particularly in the shape of a dog's snout, complete with fairly realistic texturing and colors and looked suspiciously like a German Shepherd's nose and jaw. Ophelia clicks off the heat gun and sets it aside as she fiddles with the mask to pull all of the straps away and point the inside of the mask to Delilah's face and the girl can see that the mouth of the mask did open and that there was a distinct ring set on the inside of the dog mouth and cast into the rubber mold so that it would be impossible to remove.

Ophelia glances to Matthew who steps over and places his hands on top of Delilah's head which causes her to squeak and flinch, pulling slightly as she breaks a rule.

"W-wha-... what are you-?"

But before Matthew can answer Ophelia takes the mask and presses it firmly to Delilah's face.

SHIT that's hot!

Delilah's mouth is immediately muffled by the mask but her sudden screech of pain is easily heard through the thin orifice in the rubber canine mouth being molded to her jaw. Ophelia holds it firmly to her face and presses it in and around her bone structure, contouring it specifically to her as the warmed rubber cools and contracts to its new shape. Matthew takes two of the straps dangling from the mask and tugs them back firmly, tightening the mask further as the two straps go across Delilah's cheek bones and clasp together behind her head. Ophelia takes her right hand and starts to rotate and push the rubber mouth against Delilah's lips and the girl's desperate yelling into the hot rubber only means her mouth was open as Ophelia forces it into her lips. The black and brown-haired girl's eyes widen as that ring she had spotted earlier gets forced in past her lips and teeth and the tightness of the mask means that ring was stuck behind her teeth and forces her to keep her mouth open. A ring gag, incorporated into the rubber dog mask!

She yelped and whined and felt her eyes widen even further and heart skip as the sounds that came out of her did not sound proper.

They... it sounds like a dog howling! Delilah thought to herself as the short dog mouth attached to her face changed the way her noises sounded, the way the ring gag kept her mouth open meant she couldn't properly close it, and the way it was all still hot so the rubber could change and conform to her face meant it hurt to have it there. She tried to bite and clench down and found the ring bent in her mouth, startling her again which only caused the ring to snap back into its round shape. She whined and groaned as she tried to wrench and shake her head but Matthew's firm grip meant she got nowhere. Tentatively, Delilah bit down again and felt the ring slightly give under the pressure. As she bit harder, it started to bow inwards more.

It's... a rubber ring? But... it's so stiff... if I stop biting... for even a second, it- "YOWWWLL!" She lets out a scream as she feels an unexpected spank on her buttock as Matthew reaches down to slap her to punish her for dropping her arms. However, the spank was the least of her immediate worries as her scream caused her mouth to shoot open as the rubber ring in her mouth springs back into its round shape once again. Proving to Delilah that while the ring could be bitten down on, it sure did not like to be. And since it was on the inside of her teeth, it was no easy feat to bite down on it in the first place.

"Keep those arms up Bitch... you're still begging because I didn't say otherwise." Matthew says firmly as he grips her head tight.

With tears starting to streak down her face as the rubber cooled on her skin, Delilah sobbed into the mask and sucked in desperate, heaving breaths as she obeys and draws her hands back up, framing her bust for Ophelia standing in front of her as the blonde woman takes the last two straps on the mask and connects them at the base of her skull. Now, a set of straps went over her ears while the others went under, four straps in total. The canine mask was a half-mask, resting over her nose, mouth, chin, and cheekbones but leaving her eyes, brow, ears, and forehead exposed. The straps pressed into her cheek bones and jaw, keeping it snug on her face as her panting sounded more "hollow" thanks to the short "tunnel" of rubber making up the triangular dog mouth attached to her face.

Ophelia steps back as the mask was fully in place and she gives it a curt nod. "Good. Muzzled. And she took it pretty well... let it sit for twenty-four hours before you remove it, Matthew. Just to ensure the cure is solid and it won't deform." She moves over to her equipment case and pulls out four black lumps and sets them on the counter but Delilah was too dazed to pay much attention as Matthew gives her a tap to allow her down and saunters off to join Ophelia at the kitchen island.

Delilah falls straight to her hands and collapses to her elbows, panting as her tailed ass sticks up and she pants heavily, hands shaking as she reaches up to touch her "face" or rather the rubber mask covering it. It was intricately contoured, shaped and textured like a canine's face if it were made of rubber. The teeth in the fake dog lips were also rubber and just for show and as she snuck a finger into her "mouth" she felt the ring of rubber behind her teeth holding her mouth open. As it cooled, it got even more rigid and just keeping it closed was a significant effort. It was far easier to just let it sit open and keep her mouth wide open, causing her to "pant" heavily through the rubber mouth.

This is... a nightmare... he's really making me... into his... bitch!

Ophelia speaks directly to Matthew as she starts packing up everything but the four other lumps she'd pulled from the case. "Start her on these. They'll get her used to padding. I can have the custom work done late next week. I'll have to if I'm going back home the week after... you really are blessed with the devil's own luck, you know that?" She asks as she snaps the case shut and locks it.

Matthew chuckles as he takes one of the lumps and Delilah peeks over to see him unfurl what looked like a... knee pad? "So I've been told. You're a gem, Ophelia." Matthew moves over to Delilah with all four of the black lumps in hand and tosses them on the floor, revealing that they were indeed a set of knee pads and black mittens, complete with a little clasping strap. He smiles at Delilah with that cruel, dominant look. "I'll have my little Bitch whipped into shape by the time you get here next week. If not... well, then she wasn't going to get very far anyway..."