Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah shuddered as Matthew pumped up the knotted plug one last time before walking around her in a slow circle, inspecting each and every inch of her bitchsuited body as, oddly, he seemed a bit nervous.

It was Thursday, something she only really knew because he hadn't let her forget that today was when they would leave for the "party" and her anticipation and anxiety about it had been building constantly. He had spent all week freshening up her training routines and making sure she was learning some new ones, particularly heel and non-verbal commands so he could gesture and get her to "come", "sit", and "stay" where he needed if things got loud. All with just a flick of a finger. It had been a tough week so far and her ass and pussy stung from frequent punishment floggings and him using the paddle or his bare hand to punish her. Whiskey had been kept mercifully off of her all week though, and if he hadn't insisted on keeping the plug in her ass pumped up at all times she might have even been comfortable! Just "one of the things" she had to get used to, according to him.

And she also had to, of course, get used to him calling her "Dee-Dee" all the time.

It's always the worst when he steals my nickname like that... he doesn't deserve it!

But Delilah's protests about his new name for her always went unheeded; the ring gag in her mouth and the punishments for speaking always meant she had to endure whatever he did to her and simply pray he didn't decide to worsen his punishments if he felt she was being uncooperative.

Delilah turns her head up and looks at Matthew as she hears him dialing on his cell phone. The device rang once before the recipient answered and he intermittently looked at her on the floor in her bitchsuit, the SUV where Whiskey impatiently waited in the trunk-mounted dog kennel, and the closed garage door while pacing slowly.

"Good morning. We... no, we haven't left yet. Yes, you have time, it doesn't start until six. Yes, I know that only means six hours... do you expect it to take that long? Really, you worry too much. Yes, I know it's a new- no, she's not going to fight and protest. She's already been shaved anyway. She's responding well to the punishment and reward system... no, she's not in the car. Yes, she can hear me talking. No. No. She won't. She's a good girl, after all." He turns at that last compliment and smirks at Delilah. "Aren't you, Dee-Dee?"

Delilah squirmed in her bitchsuit, shifting on her hip joints and wobbling on her knee pads as Matthew chuckles quietly and paces away, just listening to the other voice on the end as Delilah felt a faint drip down her bare crotch before the sensation vanished onto her covered thigh. She peers down beneath her body, between her hanging breasts, and blushes at the sight of wetness on her exposed pussy and the thin trail of it down her leg.

WHY? Why am... why does... did my body... am I starting to get wet and excited just from him calling me... a good girl? There's... that's impossible!

Whining quietly, she lifts her head and tries to ignore the visible representation of her body's arousal as she overhears the last bits of Matthew's phone conversation. He'd moved to the other side of the SUV for some manner of privacy, but she was growing far more comfortable with the slight muffling of the puppy hood's ear coverings and her hearing in general more acute when listening to his voice.

"And... do you think it's time now? It seems early... no, you're probably right. I'm more... more just surprised you got it ready that fast. Yes, I know you've been tinkering... she'll make a good test subject... no... no, I'll be getting on that part soon. I have a couple lined up. Yes, their owners are excited too. Okay... yes, shortly. See you soon."

Delilah tries to look innocent as Matthew comes back and tucks his phone into his pocket, seeing the human pet squirming and whining in place and pretending she hadn't been eavesdropping. And, even worse, she knew he was talking about her and that only meant her body was leaking more. Trying to ignore the effects of her arousal on her cunt and put her pussy out of sight and out of mind meant she put him in her view instead and she could see that calculating, methodical face of his as he quickly flicked his eyes over her, trying to figure out why she was whining and posturing weirdly.

He doesn't even break his stride as he steps in beside her and crouches down. His left hand moves to caress over her peach-fuzz suit while his right cradles her neck. He holds her head delicately as his left fingers brush over her bare buttock and down between her cheeks, rubbing over her faintly-dripping pussy. She twitches as his fingers touch her and start teasing her slowly. She hated that she liked how it felt; a gentle touch against his constant barrage of cruelty.

It's just... what I wanted right now... some comfort, more of that "good girl" treatment. How does he know!?

"We'll be leaving now, pet. I'm going to put you in your kennel, separate but right beside Whis, and we'll drive for... well, a little bit. We're meeting a good friend who's going to help us finish up preparations for the party and then we'll actually go. It'll probably be starting by the time we're ready, if her estimates are accurate. I'll have to keep Whiskey occupied, so you be good for her, do you understand? She's going to tell me if you so much as bark in protest."

He stands up smoothly, brushing her pussy juice up over her bare cheek and wiping it off on her suit before he gives a single left-to-right wipe of his left index finger through the air. Delilah twitches as she quickly shifts to the right and puts her right shoulder against his left calf and waits for him to begin walking. The non-verbal "heel" command had been drilled into her so often this week she barely needed even a second to recognize it or think of how to respond. If she did think about how to respond, it had usually resulted in a sharp smack of a riding crop on the side of her boob or a sudden un-knotting of the plug in her ass and shoving it right back in. That always stung.

He didn't need to make any gesture to get her to follow when he started walking to the back of the SUV. He opens the trunk and Whiskey immediately whines upon seeing his master and mate. Matthew grabs the back of Delilah's collar and puts a hand underneath her groin and lifts her up to the bumper of the car, choking for a moment as the collar tightens and squirming as her plug gets pushed in by his forearm and her cunt leaves a wet splotch on his wrist. A grunt of exertion gets her hauled into the waiting kennel beside Whiskey's and Delilah stumbles and topples over as she hears the gate rattle shut behind her followed shortly by the trunk of the vehicle.

From back here, in the trunk of the SUV, she could only really see up to the darkly-tinted back window, into Whiskey's kennel beside her, and the back of the rear seats. Her cage stopped beneath the top of the seats, keeping her low and unable to see where they were going. The only indication she had of actually going anywhere was the slow brightening of the backseat as the garage door rolled up and the car thrumming to life as Matthew set off.

My... first time being... out of the house... in my... as his... She shuddered as she tried to get to her paws and toppled back over from a turn of the car. She bit her gag ring nervously as she looked over at Whiskey, plopped down in his kennel to balance himself out and tried to follow suit as she sank down to the metal-grated floor and pressed her chest and belly to it. First time out of the house as his pet.

From down here, she found herself looking almost exclusively at Whiskey. The canine's coat was all shiny and groomed, freshly brushed-out after a trip to a local dog groomer. Any dirt and dust had been obliterated to leave him looking happier and healthier than ever. Matthew had personally stripped her of her bitchsuit this morning and, instead of rushing her outside for some training before breakfast, had spent some time running a razor over her body. From her neck to her armpits to her groin and legs, he'd shaven her clean of anything but her eyebrows and the shortened hair on her head.

Delilah winced and grunted involuntarily any time the SUV went over a particularly rough bump, causing her body to jump up and back down onto the metal grating of her kennel. Turns sent her weight side-to-side and made the entire trip a rather taxing affair but really only served to arouse her in uncomfortable ways.

I hate that I'm being treated like this... like some dog you cage up for a road trip... that I can't just sit in the back seat like a person. Why... but why does it make me so wet to be here!?

And that wetness leaking between her legs was having an added effect as Whiskey whined softly beside her. The two kennels in the back meant he couldn't actually reach her but he could most certainly smell her. The canine had only grown more familiar and more protective over her as her comfort with the bitchsuit had grown. He always seemed to know before her when she was getting aroused.

Something about pheromones, probably... but he's always stuffing his nose where it doesn't belong! Or... well... it feels kind of good but he should at least ask!

Delilah woke up with a sharp inhale as Matthew brushed his hand over her cheek, patting her masked face to get her up as he smiled in at her.

"We're here, pet. Seems the drive was good to you... you slept, at least." He says like a satisfied father after a road trip with his kid.

Only, she was an adult in a bitchsuit in the trunk of his car in a kennel and was not his child. She was his pet.

Beside her, Whiskey was whining and pacing in his kennel and, from down here as Delilah blinked away her car ride nap, she could see a faint sheen on his underbelly. She had grown very familiar with his appearance and knew that slickness was his lubricant from arousal. He must have been dying from smelling her own arousal and being unable to act on it. Something about that made her feel sad.

His hand clipped on her leash and gave her a gentle tug to help her get up as Matthew turned her around and pulled her out backwards, repeating the same effort as before by putting a hand flatly underneath her lower abdomen and cradling around her neck this time as he set her down on her knee pads first and then her elbows before he handed off the leash to-?

"Thank you, Orem. I'll make sure she's ready in time."

Delilah shivered as she saw the now-familiar blonde fixed her glasses as she lazily held Delilah's leash in two fingers. Her right arm was crossed underneath her chest and her left elbow rested in her palm as she dangled the leash and tugged it teasingly, light pulls causing the nylon band to jump and dance underneath Delilah's muzzled chin. She stepped forward and knelt in front of Delilah, an atypical sleeveless black turtleneck bodysuit covering most of her body in a single, sleek, form-fitting color. She reaches her hand out and rubs Delilah's covered cheek and smiles.

"She's going to look spectacular for tonight."

The trunk of the SUV closes on its own and Delilah hears muffled footsteps beside her. Looking around, they appeared to be in some kind of parking garage and the sound dampening on the roof made the whole place feel muted and oppressive.

"I'll keep the canine busy until you call. If she has any behavioral issues, you're free to punish her immediately. I'll double up on it when I get her home tomorrow morning." Matthew's voice was clear and direct. Ophelia looked up from her playful rubbing of Delilah's face and simply nodded with a smile. "Have fun you two. Oh, Ophelia, take plenty of photos. For the family album, you know?"

The blonde giggled as she stood, her one-piece bodysuit giving her a very particular shape as her thin body was borderline exposed. Delilah swore she could see the woman's nipples stiff against the fabric of the suit. "I'll do my very best... though, does this make you the daddy of the relationship?"

Matthew shook his head admonishingly and turned back to the car, started up, and set off without another word as Ophelia made Delilah wait, stood on the concrete floor of the parking garage and easily seen by anyone else wandering around here. Once Matthew's vehicle vanished around a corner the blonde finally gave the leash a tug and led Delilah towards an elevator.

The human pet had no real choice and followed along obediently, but did find herself subconsciously keeping distance between her and the blonde, only really obeying the leash and not the woman. Ophelia seemed excited but didn't bother expressing it with words. At least not at first. She led Delilah past the rows of cars and to the elevator and pressed the call button, only for an elevator to already be descending to their floor. Delilah felt a spike of anxiety as she looked back and forth from Ophelia and saw the woman had no interest in moving the pet away from the stainless elevator doors and, even if she did, there was nowhere to hide in the elevator bank here.

Ophelia hums quietly as she taps her foot, a simple slipper clapping on the hard floor as she waits for the elevator and Delilah pants and whines, knowing what's about to happen.

"Hhnnr-" A choked groan escapes her gagged mouth as the doors slide open and what looks like a married couple startle at the sight. Delilah, bound up in a brown and black-furred bitchsuit, gagged and drooling as a tall blonde holds a leash attached to the late-teen.

"O-oh! My... ah-" The woman speaks up first as the man stares rather stunned and Ophelia, completely unfazed, walks into the elevator and tugs on Delilah's leash.

"Oh, so sorry neighbors. I'm just pet sitting for an afternoon. If you'll just excuse us, we were going up."

Delilah stares with bugged-out eyes at Ophelia as she so casually converses with the shocked couple and pulls the leash to force the bitchsuited girl into the elevator where the couple press against the wall and slip out in a hurry, making frequent glances back at the kinky pair while the stainless steel doors slide closed.

"Hhnnnaaahh!!" Delilah lets out a humiliated barking whine as Ophelia laughs at the scene and presses the button for the 14th floor, sending the elevator into a hasty ascent.

The blonde bats Delilah's muzzled face and teases her with a waggled finger. "Ah-ah, Matthew said no complaints, pet. You're going to a party tonight... did you think it would be you and Matthew alone in a room? It's time to get used to people seeing you as you deserve to be seen, sweetie." She brushes her hand over Delilah's hooded head, smiling as she admires her own handiwork. "And besides, you're wearing such cute fur. Who wouldn't want to be seen like this, pet?"

The bitchsuited girl can only grind her teeth on her rubber gag ring and whine in protest but Ophelia pays her little mind as she kicks off her slippers and casually tugs the leash to pull Delilah along and lead her through the surprisingly sparse but tidy apartment. It certainly wasn't luxurious, but the false hardwood floors were clean, the walls were neatly painted, and the few closed doors promised more of the same. But the hallway led to a simple kitchen, dining space, and living area and tucked in beside the living space was a barn style door behind which was-

"Welcome to my workshop away from home, pet."

Ophelia proudly draws the door open and Delilah gets a full look of a tailor's workshop. A couple of mannequins were arranged underneath a small alcove with crisp lighting and a work table beside them was littered with scraps of material and tools. From the floor, Delilah lost sight of most of what was in here as Ophelia dragged her inside and put her in the middle of a thin, padded foam mat in the middle of the room and the bodysuited woman stopped to unclip Delilah's leash and hung it up on a hook on the wall before walking right up to a saw horse with something draped over it. Delilah watched with growing anticipation and awe as Ophelia picked it up and turned around to reveal a sleek and shiny bundle of rubber that unfurled to a vaguely familiar shape.

Is... that a... latex... bitchsuit?

Delilah wasn't an idiot. She knew what latex looked like and this woman's obsession with putting good girls like herself into bitchsuits made it an easy conclusion as to what she made in this little "workshop" of hers. Ophelia walks over and holds the suit closer to Delilah to let her inspect it and smiles wider as her eyes trace up and down Delilah's body restrained in another of Ophelia's creations.

"While your suit there is adorable... it's not quite practical or presentable for a party like this. I'd give you your new fur that Matthew commissioned, but it's not ready yet. So this will suffice." She drops the latex suit in a pile at Delilah's "fore paws" and moves off to a shelf to grab a jug of lubricant and a dry wash rag. She struts right back to the pet girl and kneels down beside her and peels away a patch of the foam mat beneath Delilah and reveals a mounting hook set in the floor. Attached to it was a short chain that Ophelia grabs, lifts, and uses her other hand to force Delilah's head down where she attaches it to Delilah's collar and keeps the girl's head bent down while still smiling sweetly. As if all of this were normal to her.

"Just so you don't go anywhere. After all..." Ophelia's cheerful demeanor slips just for a moment as Delilah turns her head to look up sideways and out of the corner of her eye to see a faint blush, lustful gaze, and needy expression on Ophelia's face for just a moment. "...this might get a bit uncomfortable."

Ophelia suddenly reaches back to Delilah's plug tail and grabs the base of it firmly. The grab squeezes on the inflation bulb hidden in the upright, stiff tail attached to the inflatable knot plug in her ass and causes it to grow. Delilah lets out a surprised yelp that quickly turns to a pained groan as Ophelia squeezes the bulb four times in rapid succession, causing it to bulge out fast as her other hand slips along Delilah's back to stop at the end of the suit's zipper. She untucks it from the zipper hider just above the opening over Delilah's ass cheeks and starts to draw it open even as the pet girl squirms and whines loudly as Ophelia's keeps inflating the plug.

"gggguuuuuuuUUUUHHHAAAAGHHH!!"

Her moan starts low at first, tolerant. Matthew had inflated this plug to large sizes as punishments before, even as "rewards", but now Ophelia was doing it without a word and the trained portion of Delilah's brain didn't know whether to appreciate or hate the sensation and sent her head spinning. She thrashed as much as the truncating limb restraints and the chain attached to her collar allowed as Ophelia slowly drew the zipper open until it finally reached the base of her neck and slightly "sprung" loose as the stretchy leather unleashed itself from her and, at the same time, Ophelia stopped pumping up the plug and opened the release valve so the plug deflated at the same time as the suit came loose.

"NNaahhhhhhuuughhhh..." Her scream died down all at once as relief washed through her. Drool feel freely from her open mouth but was quickly interrupted as Ophelia gripped the plug tail and yanked it out. "HHYEE!"

Ophelia laughed as Delilah's face snapped up and around to glare at her, as much as the chain leash allowed, and the woman teasingly held the detailed canine-modeled cock up to Delilah's face, making her look at the faintly wet, slightly smelly device. "Nice and clean, little pet. Matthew must be finally taking better care of you... nice washout and trip to the yard this morning, I presume? Good man." She playfully plapped it against Delilah's cheek, making the girl flinch and tug away only for the leash to stop her movement and leave her vulnerable to the blonde's teasing "attack". Ophelia set the toy down beneath Delilah's restrained head, forcing her to look at the rubber canine cock that spent most of its time inside her ass, and started to resume stripping her of her fur.

Ophelia slipped her hands underneath the leather hood of the bitchsuit and pushed forward, drawing the unzipped sides around Delilah's ears and over her face, pulling it off of her head and past her muzzle before working her hands down Delilah's neck, shoulders, sides, and hips, pushing and slipping the suit down inch by inch until she finally freed Delilah of the majority of the suit. The woman briefly unclasped the collar around her neck and pulled the whole thing free and let it crumple to the floor beneath Delilah and put it back on promptly to keep Delilah restrained. This left her just stuck on her elbows and knees until the suit was free enough for her hands and feet to "unbend" from their restrained position and fall to the foam-padded floor and left her panting from the sheer relief of being out of the suit. Since Matthew got her back to the house on Sunday evening, she'd been in the suit and worked hard relentlessly. This was the first real break she'd had all week and was cherishing it.

The blonde's hand suddenly found itself between Delilah's thighs and slid upwards, brushing across her cunt and making the brunette only barely flinch as Matthew and Whiskey had proven she rarely had the choice of when it would be touched. And it was absolutely soaked. "Such a wet girl, aren't you, puppy? You must be enjoying all of this, aren't you?" Ophelia teased as she rubbed slowly. Delilah wouldn't have been able to answer even without the ring gag still in her mouth. Matthew had been training her for weeks now and, seemingly importantly to him, had included so much of a sexual aspect to it that she was all but always aroused in the suit. Whiskey sure didn't help. And now a third person was getting to look and touch and inspect as much as she pleased.

Maybe... am I enjoying this? I might be... maybe I am. Maybe I do... I... ugh, it's so hard to think like this...

A soft, wet smack rouses Delilah from her uncertain contemplation as Ophelia spanks her drooling pussy and smiles at her, any hint of that depraved, lusty expression gone behind the fixed smile she always seemed to wear when she was "working". "Well, let's get you wiped down and lubed up. We don't have forever to tease and toy with you. I have some new items for you and this borrowed suit has some fun features you'll need time to acclimate to. Come on. Get yourself a good stretch, it's going to be tight in there... let's get started."

Delilah shuddered at Ophelia's apparent promise of discomfort and did as the woman suggested. As Ophelia walked back to the workbench she quickly limbered up and stretched her limbs out one by one. Full extensions were a welcome relief after being restrained tightly all week. The blonde strode right back over to her with two more items. One was somewhat familiar; a cock. The sleek black rubber penis looked startlingly similar to a real canine's, as much as a solid black rubber dick could, and had a pair of straps and a flat base to bind it to the wearer while capping off the orifice it was inserted into. In the other hand though was some sort of tube. It was long and narrow and it had a weird "plunger" at one end and a slight slit at the other. Delilah couldn't figure it out but somehow knew it wasn't going to be fun for her.

Ophelia set the device down first before coming to kneel beside Delilah's head and began unbinding the face mask and spoke calmly. Almost soothingly, in the kind of was that what she was planning was going to suck. "Matthew's been quite diligent on telling me about your journey with him." She pauses as the straps come loose from the back of Delilah's head and glares at her. "And you should consider yourself on that journey presently. No speaking, Dee-Dee. You heard your master give me full permission to punish you and unlike Matthew, I don't have to hear you howling overnight as lingering pain hits you."

The pet girl shivered at the sudden shift of Ophelia's tone as the ring gag slipped free of her mouth and she coughed involuntarily while Ophelia rubbed the back of her torso to help soothe her and her calm voice returned. "That's alright, puppy. Get it out. I have a new gag for you... it'll be a lot flatter so we can put on your temporary hood without interference. So... take some deep breaths, open back up, and try to relax that gag reflex. Matthew tells me you've been practicing... so let's prove it. Say ahh..."

Yeah! He's been making me practice by throating Whiskey's-

She didn't have long to protest mentally, and certainly not verbally as she somehow did not doubt Ophelia's ability to torture her, and sucked in some rapid breaths as Ophelia raised the black rubber dong and aimed it at her mouth. The blonde was knelt close beside Delilah and, just as she was about to insert the dick, bent down and placed a single kiss on the side of the rubber cock head. A mark of subtle lipstick marked the tip and Delilah flinched back at the surprising action before Ophelia pushed the cock into Delilah's mouth and down her throat.

"MMMMHNNNHH-GGRRK!!!!"

Her surprised yelp turned to a hum and her throat immediately protested the insertion as Ophelia held it in firmly as the petgirl revolted against the sensation. She jerked forward and gagged just for Ophelia to rub her throat slowly, trying to soothe the sensation.

"Breathe... it has an air tube, pup. Stop, no stop, stop struggling... just calm down... that's right... calm down..."

Delilah's sharp jolting and rapid gagging slowed, painfully, and her eyes watered as she started breathing in. Her nose was borderline useless as it felt like the passage between her nose and throat was being blocked by the rubber cock in her mouth and sucking air through the tube in the dick was a slow, measured process at first. Especially as her esophagus was spasming from the intrusion. But, gradually, akin to how she'd been forced to acclimate to Whiskey doing the same, she started to draw slower breaths until she could largely keep it under control, even if it felt big and awkward in her mouth. And... somewhat familiar.

"There you go. Good girl. You know..." Ophelia starts talking conversationally as she shifts down alongside Delilah's body and puts herself behind Delilah and well out of view. "Matthew has been sending me a lot of reference photos and video. Very helpful. But... I took some time early on to scan Whiskey a whole bunch. Get fur patterns to copy, model his ears to make replicas... but that cock in your throat there..."

It's his.

"It's Whiskey's. As much as it could be from carefully modelling off of images and video. Ugh, I've stared at more dog dick than you, I wager."

Delilah shivers as she works her tongue around the knot in her mouth. The solid rubber was heavy, heavier than Whiskey, but knowing it was his made it all the heavier. But it was enough to distract her from the fact that Ophelia had hidden a bottle of lube in her pocket and was now applying it, quite thoroughly, to the thin rod she had brought along to Delilah's rear end. But the first touch of the cool plastic was enough to get her attention.

"Mphhpptth-" The rubber cock Ophelia had put into her mouth came with that flat base capping off her lips. The straps binding it to her head held the whole thing in and any noise came out awkwardly from the sides of the cock base and did an effective job of silencing her protests as Ophelia pushed the rod further inside her drooling pussy.

It was small, not much bigger than a fingertip at the end of it, but it did widen out the further up the shaft it went and ended about twice the size of the tip. But regardless of the size it kept going in. It was long and Ophelia was proving it as she prodded deeper into Delilah's cunt. It began to feel uncomfortable when it seemed like Ophelia wasn't about to stop. It got really uncomfortable when she didn't.

Delilah clenched her unbound hands and lightly kicked her feet, patting the tops of her feet on the foam mat as Ophelia seemed to "bottom out" in her vagina with the rod. Then Ophelia picked herself up and knelt on Delilah's calves to keep her pinned and started gyrating the device. "Keep holding on, pup. This is going to be slightly uncomfortable... but it's a bit like an I-U-D... probably not something someone like you put much thought into... but maybe you have. This is just... not quite that." Ophelia's movements of the device made Delilah squeak into her cock gag again as the inserted rod rubbed against her cervix itself as delicately as could be managed while blindly fumbling around inside the girl's pussy. The soft and flexible plastic brushed against her most intimate of places and came to a stop as Ophelia slowly turned and twisted it to ensure it was inside and seemed pleased. "Matthew... for better or worse, offered you up for me to try some new things on. Don't worry, you'll hardly even notice this. At least... not at first. It should be fine... but it's still the first real test. So... expect some visits from me to check on you later."

THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL BETTER WHILE YOU'RE UP AGAINST MY-

"Uuummmfffppphhth..."

Delilah let out another lengthy mumbled moan as Ophelia finally depressed the plunger on the base of the device and a brief sensation of liquid spread through her vagina. She hadn't been sure what she would feel but a sensation like this was not what she expected. It was a lot like being inseminated, something she was familiar with after all the unprotected sex with Whiskey over the course of the last month but unbeknownst to her, a small bead the size of a marble is why the fluid sensation suddenly stopped as it capped off the end of the rod and popped out. Deep in her vagina, the little marble attached itself to the base of her vagina, essentially gluing itself to her cervical wall and nestling deep inside. A second wash of liquid poured out behind it, acting as the "set glue" to bind the thing in place before Ophelia drew the device out slowly. Delilah shivered as it came free and almost came from the sensation after being in the blonde's "care" for just a little while.

Panting through the cock gag, she weakly turned her head to see Ophelia reloading the device and she began to violently shake her head.

Nonononononooononooooo!!

Ophelia could not, of course, hear Delilah's thoughts nor did she pay any mind to the muffled moans and grunts coming from the brunette's gagged mouth as she proceeded to repeat the insertion and "attachment" of four more beads, blindly gluing them one by one to Delilah's deepest points and finally pulling the device out and setting it aside. By the time she was done, Delilah was a sweaty, aching mess and panting heavily through her cock gag. The breathing tube through it was not much bigger than a drinking straw and metered her breathing significantly and in order to get enough air to function right now she had to put all of her thought into breathing and nothing else.

That's why she didn't seem to notice as Ophelia took the wash rag from earlier and started rubbing it over Delilah's sweaty body to draw away every trace of sweat and excessive wetness from her cunt and the slow and methodical rubbing of the rag was its own sense of comfort until Ophelia switched over to the latex lubricant and began applying it expertly over Delilah's body. She went heavy on the joints and rubbed the sleek lube all over the naked girl's skin, leaving her faintly shiny as Ophelia stood up and grabbed the latex bitchsuit, smiling at Delilah as she let the girl breathe and recover, though the time it took to wash her down and lube her up had been a significant break already.

"Your temporary suit is tailored to your measurements, puppy. But it's tight. It's latex, it'll stretch." She started to explain as she knelt down behind Delilah again. "We'll start at your hind legs. It works its way up your torso and we'll get your fore paws in place. The hood is unfortunately separate, it was a rush job, but it'll incorporate into the suit well and the new collar will hide the seam." She continued to explain as she started to work the leg binders over Delilah's knees, one by one, and drew her feet closer to her buttocks once again in the familiarly uncomfortable sensation of being bitchsuited. "This suit, however has some eye candies of its own. While your furred suit is good for home and common wear, it makes you look so cute, this one is more for show." She slipped the legs up and pulled the material over Delilah's feet, sealing her legs in. The brunette peered down past her shoulder to see the leg binder had two layers of straps, one at her lower thigh and one closer to the knee, and Ophelia went strap by strap to snug the material tight. The latex was already snug to her skin and the straps dug into her flesh slightly, bulging her new black "skin" out around them as her legs were completely bound tight.

Mmph... it's... guh, it hurts but... it's not unmanageable. And... it does look pretty shiny and sexy...

As Ophelia drew the latex up her hips, Delilah felt a weird flopping sensation against her groin and looked down again to see a loose "tube" of latex dangling from the suit. Before she could even ask, or wonder, Ophelia reached down and took the tub and started to realign it and a second tube that was caught in some of the material with each of Delilah's holes. One tube apiece.

"Sleeves for your cute little holes, pup. It makes it so the open air has a direct line through the latex to your cunny and tail hole. Whiskey will probably enjoy that, won't he?" She teased the brunette as she fingered the first tube into Delilah's pussy. First by drawing it in with her fingers and then by pushing through the tube itself as it squeaked and creaked with each movement. Delilah shivered at the crude fingering sensation, any kind of touch these days was having wild effects on her body, and she squeaked again as Ophelia lubed up the second tube and started pushing it into her anus with the same kind of crude indelicacy. "This one is closed off so there won't be anything going up your rectum, but it's deep enough to get your tail seated nicely. I have a new one for your party too, so it'll be sure to match up with your suit nicely."

Grunting, Delilah tried to turn her head and flash a nasty glare at Ophelia but the cock gag in her mouth did not like her turning her head so far and made her choke and gag instead, only succeeding in flashing Ophelia a tearful, shuddering glance.

Great, nothing's going up my ass except the only thing that's been going up my ass; a toy.

Still, as Ophelia began to drag the latex up and over Delilah's body and it hugged her every curve and contour, she shivered at the tightening sensation and the weird twitching of the rubber sleeve in her cunt and wondered at what the hell Ophelia had done to her with that plastic rod. As she pondered, Ophelia worked her arms into the rubber binders one by one.

What was that rod? What did it do? It... felt kind of nice, when she wasn't scraping my walls like a blind drunk... but... that couldn't have just been for her pleasure. She did something to me... like those fizzy wash packets Matthew uses... what the hell is that rod for!?

Obediently and absently, she let her arms be bound up and, same as her legs, cinched snugly by a pair of straps on each arm. Curiously, compared to her fur suit this one almost seemed to revel in the restraints and showed them off quite blatantly. The silver of the buckles and the tantalizing digging in of the straps was a wholly different appearance to her black and brown German Shepherd bitchsuit. A zipper drew the whole thing up and snugged it against her body and Delilah realized it had no exposed portions. She looked down and saw her breasts reformed in perfect latex. Her belly button showed as a faint divot in her abdomen and even the initial cleft of her pussy was exposed in latex, though she couldn't see any further than that. Ophelia seemed enthusiastically pleased as she hopped up and strode over to the workbench again and picked up a formed rubber mask. Delilah got a good look as the blonde came back with it and the cast rubber muzzle and ears were almost perfect. Ophelia knelt down in front of her and cautiously unclasped Delilah's collar and let it fall as she turned the full-head mask around for Delilah to inspect.

The mask itself was incorporated into a full head sleeve that would cover her entire neck, incorporating itself into the suit as Ophelia mentioned. The canine face was finely detailed and looked remarkably realistic, as a solid black rubber mask could, but Delilah noticed this hood also had clasps on the sides of the canine cheeks and lacked any kind of visible ear hole. She recognized those clasps from some of the hoods Matthew had as blindfold latches.

Am I going to be mute, deaf, and blind?! This is... this is insane!

Ophelia wasted little time in preparing to put the hood on. She pulled a hair band off her wrist and pushed it over Delilah's face to bring her hair back behind her hairline and started to work the hood on. Inch by inch, it slipped over her skull and down her neck with a fairly significant amount of effort. This one was much like a swim cap in that elasticity held it on until Ophelia finally got it seated and started smoothing out the latex.

Inside the hood, Delilah realized she could hear, but it was weird. Instead of being the usual omnidirectional hearing humans are used to, it was just from in front of her.

Maybe the... maybe the dog ears on the hood have... can I only hear through those? From where they're pointing?

She was pretty close in her guess as Ophelia spoke up and explained the last few details of the hood. "There we go... you look gorgeous, pup." She rubbed her hands over the stiff rubber ears and smiled at Delilah, whose vision was essentially narrowed to just in front of her by the features of the canine mask over her face. "You'll notice the hearing first, I reckon. Two small tubs run down from these ears up here to yours... you'll get a bit of hearing through the mask, but I thickened the rubber over your ears to reduce that." She moved her hands down to Delilah's eyes. "The mask is a bit thicker here too, I needed it to make the canine shape. But it has the fun effect of narrowing your vision a bit. Like horse blinders, but not as severe. You'll get used to it." Her fingers danced down Delilah's new snout that extended quite obtrusively into her vision, creating a real blind spot right in front of her nose. "And this has a whole hollow mouth too. It's not deep enough to fuck but it lets you breathe and such. There's a tongue in there, softer than any rubber you've ever felt, but I couldn't get it to extend or anything on a rush job. So you won't be doing much licking. But if your Whiskey wants to grind his tip against your muzzle, it'll feel pretty nice."

Finally, Ophelia stood up and went to fetch one last thing. She playfully walked her fingers along a rack on one wall of collars, each one different than the last, and went for a two-inch thick band of black leather with a D-ring on the front and back of the collar with silver banding running around the collar itself. She strides back to Delilah and lifts the girl's chin by pushing one finger up underneath her new rubber muzzle and staring into her eyes.

"And finally, your mark of ownership, the collar. The rest of all this is for show..." she takes Delilah's usual collar and unclips the heart-shaped pendant bearing her pet name and clips it onto the new borrowed collar before sliding it around her neck and hiding the seam between latex suit and rubber hood. "But this proves you're owned, little pet. I hope it's all been worth it to you."

Delilah groaned quietly and wanted to protest but Ophelia grabbed her by the back of the collar and turned her around to make her face a mirror before stepping away. Not that Delilah even noticed the blonde leaving as she stared at herself.

In the mirror was a bitchsuited black beauty. The hood was perfect, the latex had a dull sheen and Ophelia walked by and placed a bottle of latex polish on the floor, a promise it would get shinier before moving on to get something else. She turned slightly, a familiar movement made different by the new bindings and saw the reflective silver buckles of her new restraints and shivered. She was a show piece now, flashy and eye-catching. The muzzle robbed her of all her humanity which was only contrasted further as Ophelia returned with a standing mirror and placed it behind and slightly to the side of Delilah. A standing woman, blonde, smiling, cheerful, and the restrained black beast that Matthew and she had made.

"Here, so you can see your backside too, pet. Like the barber, but I think I do a better job than just cutting hair, don't you?"

Delilah could not argue that point as she got a look at her own backside in the mirror. Her ass cheeks were cutely framed in a glossy bubble as the latex squeezed her pert buttocks upwards and the straps digging into her thighs lifted her ass just a little bit more to make it pop. And nestled between her cheeks were two holes. She knew they were there, but what she saw in the mirror weren't her holes. Not her ass, not her pussy. Replacing her pussy and molded in rubber was a canine vulva. A sort of rounded triangular shape that covered up and delved into her human cunt while her asshole looked like a puffy and swollen doughnut, completely visible at a mere glance without any chance of hiding it between her plump ass cheeks. She gave her ass a wiggle and realized she could feel them, the new holes, but had been so distracted by everything else the two clumps of rubber had gone unnoticed and did a great job of keeping her ass cheeks spread and her new rubber canine genitals exposed. Ophelia wasted no time in squatting down and rubbing her hand over Delilah's new canine cookie and revealed that it was indeed pass-through and pushed two fingers inside, making the gagged girl moan before Ophelia drew out a thin strand of silky pussy juice, spreading it between her fingers with a smile.

"Perfect."