Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah groggily opened her eyes. She felt a persistent throbbing in the base of her skull and any movement she tried to make felt sluggish at best, impossible at worst. Blinking away what felt like a week's worth of fatigue, she managed to lift her head just enough to bump into something soft, furry, and warm.

"Mnuh- mmuh?" She groans tiredly, her voice still altered by the rubber muzzle attached to her face, as she tries to recollect her senses. The first sense she got under control was touch and, as she started to take stock of herself, found that something was touching her just about everywhere. Any attempt to raise her torso failed and as her brain started to catch up she understood why. Whiskey, the German Shepherd with whom she was spending far too much time with and much of it being far more intimate than she'd ever wanted, was sleeping happily on top of her. He had nestled his muzzle into the crook of her arm while his body was laying completely on top of her, pinning her in place, squishing down her breasts with his upper body weight, and it felt like he was showing his ownership by doing so. She winced as she started to try and shimmy out from beneath him just to realize that while her hands were free her legs were not. She couldn't quite recall why her hands being free surprised her, but she was going to make the best of it. She gripped at Whiskey's slumbering body and tried to push him off of her, succeeding only in getting him to slide off to her side enough to expose her chest and belly. As she did, she felt a cold, slimy, gooey mess between her thighs and up her belly and the events of last night snapped back into her head like a gunshot.

With Whiskey off of her, Delilah's entire body ached as she drew unrestrained breaths and she shuddered as she tried to draw her legs together to no avail. However, flexing her leg muscles tightened up on her vagina, sending a weak spurt of spent cum out from her filled folds. Her bare stomach was coated in dried and drying ooze; dog cum covering her seemingly everywhere and was rapidly chilling now that the big canine was not resting on top of her. Each time she shifted and tried to sit up it felt like more cum poured out from her pussy and once she finally did sit up enough to inspect her torso she saw a faint bulge on her lower abdomen and her blood ran cold.

H-how...? How did he g-get me... am I pregnant!? Her groggy brain screamed out a desperate question before she brought her hands down and pressed onto the bump on her stomach, just for a massive gush of cum to spurt out of her puffy and red pussy, soaking the thoroughly cum-stained dog bed with a fresh load and again wetting her thighs with her canine lover's seed. Disgusted as she might be, she still felt a wash of relief as she sank back. All that cum... how long did... how long did he fuck me for? I must have passed out... He was rutting for... what felt like ages. This is a nightmare... Delilah's thoughts mirrored her exhaustion; even after sleeping she was beyond tired. She was grateful, at least, that her hands were unbound and she used them to try and soothe her sore muscles with gentle rubs. She wondered when Matthew had done that. She knew she couldn't have gotten them off by herself and while she didn't recall exactly when she had passed out, her last memories of the night before were of her hands being restrained helplessly above her and her furred mate having full access to her body.

Full access of my body... And did he ever use it... use me. Delilah shivered as a different kind of thought darted through her mind. She felt a certain kind of tingle humming in her loins and a heat spreading up to and through her chest that ended at her cheeks as she blushed beneath her rubber canine mask. He didn't care about my comfort. He just followed his instincts. Rutted like mad... and it felt... She hesitated to admit it felt anything approaching "good" but there was a part of her that knew it was among the best sex of her life. Maybe if I'd ever chosen to do any of this, I could call it good. But this- she nudges the still-sleeping canine laying against her, -furry bastard just takes and takes and takes. Acting like I'm his little-

"Good morning, Bitch."

Delilah yelps in an awkward, hollow bark as she snaps her eyes toward the source of the voice and sees Matthew dressed in his usual "casual" look with some simple slacks, a white button-up, a belt and shoes. He looked passably professional but she knew from experience all of his garments were built far sturdier than any formal wear. They were intended for work but designed to not look like it. And if he was dressed like this, that meant only one thing.

"I see you two slept in. Whiskey must have needed it. He stayed up late last night, had to tell him to shut it." He chuckles somewhat cruelly as he approaches the cage with his two pets contained inside it. "Usually he's pawing at the gate by now, begging to be let out. But it's almost ten and he's still fast asleep." Matthew lets out a soft chuckle as he leans against the kennel, staring down at Delilah as his voice started to rouse Whiskey who nuzzled deeper into Delilah's bare armpit before his eyes popped open and he started to lift his head and look around, too lazy and satiated to bother getting up. "I guess that's what a good fuck can do for you. Good for him." Matthew pats the top of the kennel affectionately, smiling at the canine before turning his eyes to Delilah who was fearfully looking back at him. If he was here, dressed like that, it meant he had some fresh torment for her. And as he started to unlock the dog crate, he was about to prove it.

"There's a guest here for you, Bitch. You know her already. She brought some gifts." He says as he opens the kennel and starts to unclasp and free her ankles from the restraints in the cage. She wanted to kick him, but her legs were too tired to manage it. His voice was warmly playful and certainly teasing and that only made her urge stronger, but he merely spoke like she was a pet as he rubbed her calves to stimulate some blood flow. "So come along, the vet is waiting for her doggy."

As Matthew states who is here, Delilah's body shivers.

The vet? That... oh no. She's the one who... if she's back, what else am I going to have to wear? Delilah tries to get up as Matthew stares down at her expectantly but just then Whiskey finally decides to get out of bed and off his mate. Awkwardly, as the dog crate really wasn't meant for two, Whiskey stands up and turns, somewhat recklessly stepping on Delilah's bare body as he finds the exit. She grunts and sputters in complaint as he stamps along her like a rug but the canine clearly didn't notice.

Agh, stupid dog! Watch where you're step-Mmnf!

"MmnAAWWHH!" Delilah's voice is ripped from her throat as Whiskey's careless steps take his rough paws across her bare, sensitive breasts, flat stomach, and finally make her scream as his hind paw steps directly on her cum-bloated womb. She yelps as a thick glut of cum is forced out by him stepping most of his weight onto it and she jolts half upright and nearly bangs her head on the kennel's ceiling. Whiskey lets out a short yelp, rapidly stepping out of the kennel as her cry startles him but after inspecting to ensure she wasn't chasing after him he merely turns around again and stretches out on the carpet as Delilah nurses her aching abdomen with a gentle rub, earning a mocking scoff from Matthew.

"Tch, what's that scream for, Bitch? Can't handle when your mate leaves you to clean yourself up?" His voice was mocking her, as if he didn't know why she'd exclaimed in pain but he clearly had no intention of comforting her. "The vet is waiting, Bitch. Hurry your doggy ass up or I'll really give you something to howl about."

That got her focused again. Grinding her teeth against the rubber gag ring in her mouth, Delilah weakly pulls herself up and onto her knees as she crawls out of the kennel and out past Matthew. She winces as she feels more cum pour out of her pussy and feels a distinct lack of a tail batting against her legs. She peeks back and spots the silver butt plug laying on the dog bed and feels an icy chill as she expected punishment but she merely feels Matthew's shoe lightly kick her hip.

"Leave it. You won't be needing that one any longer. Come on. Downstairs guest room, you know the way. Try not to leak all over my carpets or you'll be licking it up later." He says firmly as he walks out ahead of her, heading to the stairs as Whiskey keeps up but pauses briefly at the door. He turns and lets out a low growling noise. She recognized the particular growl as once he used when he wanted her to move somewhere; like onto his dog bed by the pool or into the shade of trees in the backyard after her walking sessions. But he doesn't linger and instead trots out to follow Matthew downstairs.

Delilah feels tears welling up in her eyes as Whiskey leaves and, truly, she wasn't entirely sure why.

You're crying because you let yourself fall into this again. You could have stayed away... but instead you're some dog's knot pocket, a stupid idiot who warmed his dick all night. I hope you're happy.

Her thoughts to herself are harsh but as Delilah started crawling along, she was forced to consider an alternative reason. She was careful to awkwardly cup her left hand over her pussy to stop any more leakage from escaping it and staining the carpet, very much intent not to be forced to clean this all up manually. And as her body radiated Whiskey's scent, from his thorough coating of spunk on her belly to his leaking goo from her cunt to the simple rubbing of his fur all over her bare skin, she was left smelling like him. And that left her blushing.

And he just left you here like you didn't mean anything... or does he know you'll be coming along? Does he know you can't get out of here? Or... She shakes her head and crawls faster. He's just a stupid dog and you're a stupid bitch who let yourself get tangled up in this. He'd never know that you're stuck coming back here. He couldn't know a thing.

But even so, as she crawled, she had a tiny nagging thought in the back of her mind that left her wondering if she came back for Whiskey. Maybe she wanted him to pay more attention to her for the sacrifices she was making. Maybe... maybe she could earn his devotion by showing him some more of her own. She already smelled like him... was that intentional? Was he... claiming her?

In any case, she didn't have time to consider all this as she crawled down the stairs, wincing with each step as her sore pussy ached from the feral fucking she'd endured last night. As she passed by the kitchen, she saw Whiskey eagerly eating his late breakfast and Matthew standing by the kitchen counter and working on something on the countertop, but it was out of her view and thus out of her consideration. He spots her and merely points.

"Guest room, Bitch. She's expecting you. I'll be there soon."

Delilah made no reply to him and reluctantly made her way into the guest bedroom, the same one she had been using when she was here as Matthew's dog sitter and not his dog. She hated that she'd willingly crawled here like an animal. Hated that she'd done it without so much as a leash or a guiding hand to give her an excuse to why she was doing it. But by now she knew the price of disobedience and she wasn't keen to get spanked first thing in the morning.

Slowly, she made her way down the short hall and into the guest room where she saw a familiar, if not friendly, face. At the bed, a blonde, thin, glasses-wearing woman was fiddling with some straps on some unusual object and upon hearing the soft whines and patting noises of Delilah's hands and knees on the tiled floors turns and smiles at Delilah.

"Oh, there she is. Good morning, pet. Smells like your mate kept you in bed late today." Ophelia the veterinarian speaks with her typical posh accent and biting remarks as sets the object down as she strides over to Delilah.

The woman was dressed in simple black tights and sleeveless green turtleneck vest. Both articles hugged her modest curves nicely and showed off her arms and immaculate pale skin all the way down to her manicured nails. Delilah would almost be complimentary of her appearance if she didn't know what this woman did or why she was here.

"Hhrnnh-" Delilah lets out a reluctant whine from her gagged lips as Ophelia stops just shy of her, not quite close enough to touch as she rests her hands on her knees to bend over and look at the nude pet girl.

"Matthew's been sending me all manner of progress reports. And, lucky you, my other client here pulled out of our arrangement, so your needs got pushed up a few days. Aren't you special?" Ophelia slowly lowers herself to the floor, resting on her knees and finally reaching out to cup Delilah's masked face in her hands, drawing the girl's eyes up as Ophelia grins devilishly at her. "You're going to look... so perfect."

"The real concern is whether Whiskey likes her."

Delilah groans into Ophelia's hands as Matthew arrives from the living room, coming to a halt just behind her as she hears the click-clack of Whiskey's claws on the tiles shortly after. Seems the whole house was coming to watch her humiliation.

Ophelia, still holding Delilah's face while knelt on the guest room's carpet, smiles up at Matthew. "I'm positive he won't be able to resist her. In either case, the poor bitch is covered and filled, so anything more I do is really unnecessary, isn't it?" She releases Delilah and stands but doesn't step back, leaving Delilah's face all but between her knees. "This is for you, isn't it? You and your little pet fetish... can't say I disapprove. But don't lie and say it's for Whiskey."

Matthew merely responds with a confident tone of voice, Delilah couldn't see what his expression was like. "I assure you, it's for both of us."

Ophelia lets out a soft laugh as she turns and walks away, talking over her shoulder as she goes to the bed. "Well, poor Bitch is still a mess, so at least do me the courtesy of washing her off. It'll make the first time her suit goes on much easier, even if it doesn't need it. Just... all that cum, sticking and gumming everything up. A simple hose-off in the shower should do, I'm on a schedule today."

"We both know that's a lie. You'll take your sweet time and savor this. You enjoy seeing your creations go on just as much as I do." Matthew says but does reach down and grab Delilah's collar, pulling her back and around to march her to the bathroom next door to the guest room. On the way there, driven by his walking speed, Delilah had to use both hands to keep up crawling and that meant she couldn't block up her pussy, causing her to drip and leak everywhere. And it wasn't just dog cum now...

F-fuck! Why now!? I hate this, I hate this, I hate this! I don't want to be his pet! I don't want to be her plaything! I don't want to be Whiskey's-!

Delilah's face reddens beneath her mask as Matthew turns on the shower and drags her underneath the stream while it was still cold, causing her to yelp and goosebumps to break out on her skin but as the man lifted her collar and pushed her legs out beneath her to plant her on her back and begin scrubbing at Whiskey's leftovers on her abdomen and thighs she looked over to see the dog peering into the bathroom from the hallway. It was clear he was hesitant to come in thanks to the running water, even if he was intently staring at Delilah and her treatment at Matthew's hands.

I want him to protect his mate.

Delilah squeaks into her mask, and not from the roughness of the hands of the man holding her down and scrubbing her off. Instead surprised at the intrusive thought that had darted through her mind. That quiet, momentary admission of submission was quickly chased out of her mind as she felt the water stop and Matthew begin patting her off with a towel. His comfort with touching her wherever he needed only made her more aware of her situation.

I need to get a grip. Just until the end of the summer. Then this is all over. He can't keep you past that, that was the deal!

Finally dry enough, Matthew grabs her collar again and drags her to her hands and knees. She whimpers quietly as she crawls past Whiskey who leans in to give her some sniffs and licks but Matthew gives her no time to linger and hauls her right back to the guest room where Ophelia was now sitting on the edge of the bed with a bundle of some kind of wrap in her hands. She stands as Delilah crawls in and speaks to Matthew, ignoring her entirely. Or, at least ignoring her opinion of what she was saying.

"Much better. Look at her, she's already brightening up. Now, the new stuff. I'm quite pleased with how it came out, very close to your specifications."

Delilah was completely cut out of the conversation as Matthew reaches down and unclasps her collar, letting it fall to the floor as he points at the floor in front of him, a silent directive to remain there and do nothing. Shivering from the last bit of water cooling her completely naked skin, she did as she was told and remained put, curled up on all fours and listening intently to their conversation.

"I started with the basics, and you'll be familiar with the fundamentals. A head wrap to keep her hair contained and the lubricant to help the suit go on. You'll need to apply it fully to get the suit on... because you asked for the full bitchsuit." Ophelia turns and walks over to the bed with Matthew in tow as she lifts up a... curious bundle of what looked like brown and black leather sewn together into an uncanny shape. As it unfurled, it had a vaguely human design but with extremely short limbs, an attached open-face hood, and some pretty obvious holes in the torso. Even from the floor, Delilah could get a good look at it and felt a continual sinking sensation in her stomach. "You're familiar with these on paper, you've had some for other pets in the past, even had one of mine. Remember Tandy? That one girl back in-"

"Munich. I recall." Matthew says with a fond tone in his voice.

"Munich. Years. Anyway, this is a... sort of upgrade to those. Once it goes on, you'll see what I mean but in theory this should allow for extensive wear without fatigue and minimal need to un-suit your girl for bathing and such. Always such a hassle, and on such a short training time frame as you claim to have, it'll go a long way if she spends every waking and sleeping moment available in her new skin."

Delilah shuddered as she listened in, too afraid to even meet Ophelia's gaze as the woman effectively doomed her to whatever uncomfortable, miserable, kinky existence Matthew was forcing upon her. The blonde continued.

"I tried making a sort of breathable leather. It ought to let water in and out very easily, enough that it'll dry out in minutes if you let her sunbathe for a bit. Should also deny urine damage, assuming she's a messy wetter or Whiskey there marks some territory. You know how naughty dogs can get. It also has a pleasant texture on the inside and outside thanks to the double-stitch, so she'll be quite comfortable in it. Well, from contact anyway. I don't expect any rashes to form unless you're setting out to do so by rubbing her in sand or drying mud on her cunt." Ophelia finally turned her gaze to Delilah as she gingerly and almost lovingly set the bitchsuit on the bed. She seemed to have far more affection for a suit than the girl it was going on. "You got her working on paw comfort, right? Those knee and hand pads doing their job? Did you manage to get her working on fore paw practice? Here-"

Delilah perked up a bit as Ophelia handed Matthew a clear bottle of what looked like oil, given how it sloshed somewhat lazily in the bottle as she got the head wrap ready. Fore paw practice? What does she mean by that? Were those mittens not fore paws?

"No, I didn't. I figured she'd just be an inert lump if she got it all forced on her at once. But you're right, as usual. I should have prepared her better. Bitch? Roll over, lay back."

The prone pet girl yelps quietly as she's suddenly and unexpectedly addressed. Matthew was already approaching her with intent in his eye and she makes short order of obeying him. Don't give him reason to punish. It... it did feel quite nice when he "rewarded" me with that vibrator... even if he made it a torment at the same time. Fuck I miss being able to cum whenever I wanted.

Delilah is already on her back with her limbs held cutely above her by the time Matthew crouches down beside her and uncaps the bottle, turning it over and pouring a healthy amount directly onto her belly as she hears the guest room door latch shut and some whines immediately issue from the hall. Before she can look around and confirm Whiskey had just been locked out in the hall, Matthew's hand presses firmly onto her belly and begins rubbing, coating her entire torso and joints with the oil. He poured more into his hand when needed but mostly just took the time to thoroughly go over her entire body. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm straight when he covered her arms, he grabbed her behind the knee or at the ankle to lift her legs and get the back and undersides of her skin and left her glistening in supple, soft, lubricating oils. He made no discernment for where he touched, as his hand glided casually over her breasts or across her pussy lips, ensuring her entire body was coated. He didn't even seem bothered by what he was doing, nor seem concerned for her discomfort as his fingers rubbed between her thighs at length while he and Ophelia conversed.

If this were anything else... I might even appreciate this. Rude as his touching is... it does feel nice...

Ophelia kneels down behind Delilah, just above her head, and lifts the girl's skull and rests it on her lap as she takes the band of wrapping and presses it over Delilah's forehead. The girl looked up in surprise, her mouth held open by the ring gag in her canine mask, as Ophelia starts tucking her brown and black hair into itself and binding it to her head with the wrap. "This is always the tricky part, and I do recommend shaving her still. It'd be so much easier just to oil her scalp and be done with it, but since you insist on letting her go home every weekend, we'll do this the hard way." Ophelia murmurs as she sets to hiding and binding Delilah's hair in the tight wraps.

Shave me? He w-wouldn't do that! I can't be seen like that! G-get that idea out of your mind, witch! Delilah thought up some choice words for Ophelia but all that came out were soft whines and choked gasps until, with some surprise, Delilah felt the mask unclasp and loosen on her face, the rubber gag ring almost popping out of her mouth and taking the mask with it.

"There you go, Bitch. Doesn't that feel better already? Enough of this make-do mask. I brought your new one." Ophelia says with an almost playful giggle that doesn't match her typically stern and decisive attitude. Looking down, she sees Matthew finishing up the lubricating of Delilah's legs and smiles. "And master is all done getting you ready for your fur. Let's put your head down-" she starts as she shimmies back and lays Delilah's freshly-wrapped head on the floor and gets up to retrieve the bitchsuit, "-and get you fitted. Matthew? The suit just takes a bit of doing the first time, but once you get used to it it'll really be quite simple to get on. Made all the easier if your pet is compliant." She says as she unzips a hidden zipper on the spine of the suit and approaches Delilah again.

Matthew grunts as he holds Delilah's legs straight up, making her blush at the manhandling involved in this process. "Of course. Bitch?" He asks as he peers around her legs with a sharp glance. "Behave or I'll make sure you can't sit all week. A new benchmark for punishments. Do I make myself clear?" He asks, lifting her buttocks off the floor with one hand by gripping and lifting her ankles before his other hand claps down for a demonstrative spank of her oiled ass. "An unforgettable punishment. Be good and earn a reward instead."

Delilah lets out a half-muffled squeak as her butt gets spanked once but nods eagerly as she hears his command. W-what would he even do? Just... flog me red? I bet he'd use some of those paddles up in the "play room" or something... I do wonder just... what it would feel like. Delilah shakes away her drifting perverted thoughts and curiosity as she feels Matthew draw her legs back and down, bending her legs so her heels pressed into her oiled ass cheeks.

"How does this work? The design does seem... different." Matthew queries as Ophelia comes up beside him with the unzipped and unfurled bitchsuit.

"It'll be simple after it's on, but it helps to know what isn't there. Per your specifications, anything Whiskey might enjoy was left bare. That includes her puppy pussy, that tail hole for the new tail I brought her, her cute breasts, and the face from the hood. That's where her new masks come in. All molded as close to the pressing I took of her last mask but can easily be heated and remolded if need be." Ophelia explains as she comes close and takes the "legs" of the bitchsuit and starts to fit them over Delilah's knees, working them down as the floppy leather draped over her chest until each knee was tightly bound in a cuff of leather with a thick and soft rubber "foot" complete with molded pink rubber paw pads on each kneecap that stood out from the rest of the brown and black leather.

Fuck that's tight! I can barely even move my leg! How is this supposed to be more comfortable?! Delilah thought to herself as she bit on the loose rubber ring between her teeth to keep from making noise. Talking now while she was on punishment watch from Matthew was probably not a good idea.

"The leg cuffs are fully incorporated into the rest of the suit, same with the arms, and make for a seamless look. But they are a bit stretchy. There's these bands, see?" Ophelia says to Matthew as she runs her pointer finger around a completely inconspicuous spot on Delilah's lower shin and upper thigh; near the "top" of her new "hind leg". "If she pulls and stretches her leg, enough to ease her muscles, it'll stretch and flex with her. But it'll snap right back into place the moment she lets go. Perfect for stretching sore muscles, eh? Come on, sit her up on her new legs and we'll get her fore paws fitted and zip her up. I'm sure you're aching to try the muzzles and tail plug. I'm quite proud of both..."

Delilah shivered as she was grabbed by the hands and hoisted up, teetering on her knees as Matthew stood her mostly upright and held her in place until she managed to balance enough to lean on him, the leather suit hanging beneath her and covering her up to the waist. Once glance down at her glistening oil-slicked chest, the bitch suit covering her legs, and then Matthew as he pulled the loose mask from her face was enough to set her heart thudding.

He's making me his dog. F-for real. This is real. I... it- Delilah was almost too afraid to complete her thought as Matthew tossed the mask aside and began rolling the leather suit up her body, covering up her athletic figure until she felt Ophelia grab her arms and bend them back in a similar fashion as her legs. And Matthew brought the suit up and slipped her arms into special binders, elbow first, and she found a similar pad on each elbow cap, complete with little paw pads decorating the base of the rounded binder cap. And he's giving me the same kind of coloration as... as... no...

Matthew took the loose flaps of the suit and drew Delilah's head through the neck hole at the top where Ophelia then too the suit and pulled it down along the girl's back. Once brought together, the back of the suit connected with a zipper and was drawn down, the zipper sealing Delilah's body in the tight, restrictive, admittedly comfortable-to-the-touch leather bitchsuit. "All that's left is the hood and the accessories, Matthew. Hold off on putting that skullcap on, we have one more thing to put on. The hood will cover everything up nicely." Ophelia said as she finished zipping the suit closed around Delilah and tucked the zipper itself into a small "pocket" of leather at the end of the zipper meant to disguise it among the suit's fuzzy velvet-like exterior fur texture.

Matthew grunted as he took Delilah's "fore paws" and placed them against his chest, letting her lean heavily on him as they stared at one another while he waited for Ophelia to return with the last piece. And when she did, she had a new mask in hand and a smile on her face. "I brought you a new mask type, Matthew, and it has three jaw inserts. The base component of the mask wraps around her head with a few softer straps. No less sturdy, but not as many of them. The skullcap will do the majority of the work keeping it in place." She explained as she came up to Delilah and showed off the inside of the mask before she started putting the leather straps around the late teenager's head. "The main facade of the mask has the same kind of modelling, though it is closer to the German Shepherd look this time, but the mask has some disguised snap-hooks that can lock in a few inserts. The first and most advisable being the same rubber gag ring as before. Keeps her mouth open and available, giving her all the comforts of eating and breathing with none of the headache of complaints." Ophelia says as she slips the rubber ring insert into the molded muzzle of the mask and proceeds with putting it onto Delilah. It snaps to the leather straps around Delilah's head and makes her wince as, once again, a stiff rubber ring is pushed into her mouth and forces her lips and teeth wide open. She does, however, have to admit the mask fits perfectly. "The next is a panel gag to fully close off her mouth, useful for when she's being uppity and needs silencing. It looks like a tongue resting in that rubber muzzle of hers, so it's quite a cute look. But the last, and maybe my favorite, is a cock gag to keep her tongue and throat occupied. I recommend it for long car rides. A breathing tube in the canine dildo lets her draw breath or, if you're feeling mean, can be used to force-feed her liquids with the syringe and hose I left for you. Give those a try, let me know how they work. Go on, get that hood on and we'll move on. This one's a little special, it's got thinner leather over her ears, along with some sound holes so she shouldn't have any excuse to ignore your commands. She can hear everything just fine."

Delilah blushed the notion that she might try and ignore Matthew's commands, but something else was on her mind as Ophelia backs away. Did she say cock gag? Is she actually just insane? Does that mean Matthew can just... make me suck a rubber dick for as long as he wants? This is insane!

But Delilah's mental protests go unspoken as her new gag ring makes her gasps and grunts echo unnaturally in the rubber muzzle once again as Matthew pulled the tight leather hood incorporated into the suit up and over her covered scalp as directed by Ophelia. It fit perfectly, hugging her head close and framing her face almost perfectly, stopping just behind her jaw hinge and hairline. And, most importantly, it covered up all the leather straps of her mask and fit up exactly to it as to be nearly seamless, giving her the appearance of a human-shaped dog head complete with a rubber nose and, as Matthew's rubbed over the cap to inspect it, Delilah felt something tug and snag as he moved, tilting and flapping back and forth as he inspected it.

Does this... thing have ears? Delilah questioned as she felt the weird taps and flaps against her head. They really turned me into a dog.

Ophelia moves in behind Delilah as she remained propped up against Matthew and ran her hands over the girl's covered neck and under her armpits, sliding around to push forward along the sides of Delilah's boobs and pressing them together. "Bare, as requested. And I can see why... so perky. She'll be the envy of the club if you ever bring her around." Ophelia says with what could only be a vaguely jealous grumble. "Still, Whiskey there might start nibbling. She's young though, she'll recover easily. Go on, set her down and let's get her tail inserted..."

Delilah flushed red under her mask as Matthew started walking her back on her bent knees and let her fall to her elbows as he set her down. Delilah shuddered as she felt the tight leather suit stretch and flex around her. It was... almost weightless and tight enough to be a second skin. Each movement on her awkward posture was enough to make her squeak or whine into her gag as she tried to get used to walking on her padded elbows and knees. This was going to take some time.

"I know you've been excited, and I've been shy on details... but feast your eyes, Matthew." Ophelia said as she proudly held up Delilah's new tail and while she was showing it to Matthew, Delilah could see it too and the girl's eyes shot wide open.

That's a gigantic fucking-

"A canine cock for the plug. How fitting." Matthew said with a humorous scoff as he took the proffered toy from Ophelia while the woman excitedly chattered about the details.

"I modeled it off of one of my more frequent customer's dogs, so it's quite realistic for size, texture, and shape. Inside the tail is a little pump that inflates the knot, locking it into little Bitch here. You can deflate it by grabbing low, squeezing, and pulling. It'll tug on her little bottom, but it will deflate eventually. And, I know you're fond of the fluffier, drooping tails but the rigidity of this one keeps her tail upright and playful, swaying with each wobbling step of her paws. Still, it's fluffy and realistic as can be, completing that German Shepherd look you wanted. Go on, take some lube and stuff it in her... I want to see how she reacts." Ophelia said as though she were a kid in a candy store, excitedly looking to see her device in action.

That thing's going to rip my asshole open, you witch! It's bigger than my old tail ever was! Delilah said in her mind, pleading with her eyes as Matthew walked over to her slowly. She didn't feel any comfort as he had a smile on his face.

"Just like the first toy you stole from the play room, Bitch..." he mumbles as he walks around behind her, running his hand down her covered back before brushing his fingers along her exposed ass crack. Back here, the leather suit only exposed the inside half of her ass cheeks, the hole puckered between them, and the girl's pussy. Truly, the only things she wanted covered were the only things that weren't. "And now it's going to have a new home... right here." Matthew lifts the bottle of lubricant Ophelia gave him and pushes the head of the squeeze bottle into Delilah's anus, earning a soft groan from the pet girl as he forces a healthy amount of lube inside before pulling it out with a soft plip, some crystal clear lube drooling out of her anus. Matthew pushes the head of the canine plug tail against her rosebud and twists and turns it to coat it in lube but as he sets the bottle down he reaches his freed-up hand beneath her crotch and rubs. "Hn, hm-hm-hm... look at this, Ophelia-" Matthew starts as he rubs. Delilah let out a quick whine as she knew what he was about to reveal. "Sopping wet, and that's not lube."

Ophelia lets out a laugh as she moves to lay on the bed, resting her elbows on the mattress and cupping her chin in her hands as she watches Delilah's bottom get plugged by the moulded doggy dick. "Perfect... maybe you were on to something about her compatibility after all, Orem. Well done." Ophelia then catches Delilah's eye as the girl squints and grunts from Matthew starting to push the rubber dildo into her rectum. And, truthfully, it was only Delilah's eyes that were visible through this new mask, aside of course from her open mouth behind the open rubber canine muzzle. "And you, little bitchy-Bitch... you're going to be the cutest little pet I ever saw. Be good for your master so I can see you at a gathering some day."

G-gathering? What does she mean? No, do they bring pets like me to-

"HHRRRUUUGGGHH!!! NNGGGAAAGH!!"

Delilah's screams are ripped out of her throat as Matthew throws care to the wind and jams the plug tail into her asshole. The poor girl's "practice" over the last week only barely prepared her for this as Matthew slides it up to the veined knot at the base of the rubber shaft and stuffs that inside her too. Deflated as it was, it was relatively easy to get inside her. Easier than it would be were it inflated. But all the same, she never would have been prepared for the penetration, and her groans only prolong as Matthew grips the base of the fluffy canine tail and squeezes it twice, pumping up the knot and locking it into Delilah's rectum as her pussy floods with shameful abandon, drooling onto the carpet and Matthew's hand as he holds onto her groin for leverage to jam the plug into her ass.

Left panting and gasping for air, drooling out of her rubber mask and all over her leather-covered thighs, Delilah felt Matthew affectionately pat her ass before standing up and moving over to the bed where he spoke in more hushed tones with Ophelia. Or maybe her ears were dazed from the pain of the penetration and she couldn't hear anything. She wasn't sure. She didn't care.

All she knew was that moments later, Matthew was beside her again and was slipping the discarded collar back around her brown and black neck, cinching it snugly and letting her get used to the feeling of the collar compressing the neck covering of the bitchsuit.

"Good girl. Now... time to go meet your mate." Matthew whispered into her ear as he grabbed her collar and tugged her around, making her look to the guest room door where Ophelia stood, waiting to open it up. When he gave her a nod, the blonde veterinarian tugged the door open and Whiskey, still expectantly waiting outside the door, stood suddenly and almost charged in before seeing and not quite recognizing Delilah.

He cocked his head to the side and slowly stalked over to Delilah, nose low and tail stiff. Matthew released Delilah's collar and backed away from her as she was forced to stand on her elbows and knees, brought down to a lower height than Whiskey as the big hundred-pound dog got right up to Delilah's face, sniffing at her new mask and hood.

And Delilah felt a shudder in her body as the German Shepherd let out a low, commanding growl directed straight at his mate.