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[Tier reward] Toyed
🕑 Added 2023-04-11 06:27:03 +0000 UTCStory by Trinket
Trinket was the best puppy-girl she knew, she always had been. All through her training with the FBP they always made it a point to tell other pups to behave and act like her, billing her as a shining example of a pup proud to live the worry free life that being a pet privileged her with. But even old dogs needed to learn new tricks now and then, which is why when her master had suggested that she return to a training facility for a few weeks for some specialty training and some gear changes to please some of his new fetishes she was happy to comply. She loved her master, he was her everything, and in the few years they had spent together as owner and pup she had never once doubted his judgment. That was why she had signed the lifetime contact and allowed herself to be permanently collared after all, she trusted him.
She never fought with the trainers that directed her, following their every instruction to the T and almost absentmindedly trusting the system that had ruined the lives of so many before her, she didn't care, she had found her master and that was enough for her. Even in her time serving him, she had spent a decent amount of time working with the FBP in promotional material to maintain the checks they sent her master to help care for her, affording her all the squeaky little toys a little pup like her could want to fill the cage like lockable pet playroom she spent most of her time in. The same was true now, even as the gruff trainers led her down the long hallway toward the experimental wing of the building, she followed at their heel with an altruistic assumption she was on her way to help her robo pawed friends learn some new tricks along with her.
She knew the FBP did bad things, especially down in the experimental wing where they had taken her, hell she had even no doubt aided in a good deal of the FBP's wrongdoing by allowing them to use her image for their propaganda. Despite it all, she trusted that she now belonged to her master, and that nothing that was going to happen to her would be without his explicit permission. She still had no idea how her master intended to change her image for his personal satisfaction or how far he was willing to go to do so, but at least it was at his discretion and not some secret board of directors above her that she had no influence in. The placard on the door they pulled her into still made her swallow hard, emblazoned, with the words 'long term pet services', unknowingly one of the only pets unfortunate enough to pass through those doors who had done so without being dragged kicking and screaming.
Nonetheless, the trainers in the experimental wing handled her as if she were any other disobedient pet, manhandling her into a set of rubber band restraints the moment they dumped her onto the cold stainless steel veterinary table to completely restrict her movement to an animalistic crawl on her elbows and knees. She knew what came after restraints like these, this wasn't the first time she had been bitchsuited. She continued to be compliant as they shoved her quivering frame into a humiliating doggy printed bitch suit, much tighter than any of the others she had worn for short periods if her master didn't want her going anywhere. With an easy lift, they pulled the thick silicon pads at the end of each of her now completely restrained limbs into place and smoothed the rigid suit tight over her skin like a glove, sealing the thing glove tight and leaving only her dripping puppy parts exposed to the air.
She shivers as they stabilize her on all fours, wondering how long she would be trapped in the infuriatingly arousing state of deprivation the suit forced upon her. Swallowing hard, she is caught off guard by the full face mask that is pull over her face, the second and only other hole in the overly sexualized puppy costume created by the open rubber ring gag that now forced her mouth open. The darkness behind the blindfold-like mask was somewhat startling behind the mask, accompanied by the farther limited hearing she could do through the thick cloth, making her completely helpless and only able to rely on a slight sense of smell and limited perception radius. Drool spilled from her mouth and onto the stainless steel table as the secured the whole suit with some unseen force, sealing her in a prison of her own compliance as she willed herself to remember that this was what her master wanted for her.
What she could have never perceived, was how easily she could be manipulated now, and as the new highly restricting posture collar her master had orders for her was secured around her neck, she struggled to even perceive words as her two exposed holes begged to be used for their newfound purpose. The way they picked her up and carried her made her feel weightless and helpless in the best possible way, and she blushed beneath the mask as she found herself fantasizing about her master using his new pet in the most utterly dehumanizing ways. Still not truly believing her master has gone to the lengths of permanently bitchsuiting her, she is surprised to find that there is seemingly no zipper down the back of the costume like normal and that the oddly sticky nature of the inside gripped her skin tightly. For her as someone who fantasized about bondage often, she couldn't have been more aroused by lack of knowledge she had on when she would be free, she reveled in the lack of decision she had in the matter.
Nonetheless the needy nature the suit forced upon her fit her personality more than she initially thought, and she lusted to be reunited with her master as they forced further changes upon her with her new containment, complete with a new type of kennel they used to store and completely immobilize her when she wasn't being trained now. It was all so deliciously terrifying, the new storage container basically just a tight box they could completely seal her in by securing her in place with a set of straps and a massive new toy that trained her puppy parts with their new training programs. The voice of her petsitter referred to her as a new nickname among the praise and discipline it gave her from the shock collar and vibrating nipple pads, 'Toy', a word that more accurately depicted her new position as something more akin to an object to be played with and stored away after use instead of the full blown pet she had been for close to half a decade now. She didn't care, and every second she spent being machine fucked and trained to be a better toy for her master by the hypnotizing sensory deprivation and orgasm denial the new long term storage container tortured her with slowly rotted her brain of anything but dumb little whorish fantasies about being filled with her masters cum from both ends.
She thought the day might never come, there was truly no way for her to tell the time beneath the thick doggy hood while she is stored away and forgotten about for hours, needy body forcing her mind into a state of pleasure and denial for days on end only broken by selfish and unseen trainers using her well trained holes for their personal pleasure, never once granting her in orgasm as the cruel machine she is trapped within trains her into a new form of pet, constantly dripping at both ends as she feels her crate boxed into a larger one and wheeled to a truck where she is finally relieved to believe herself being finally sent back to her master. She waits in angst, ready to present herself as his pet and beg for his affectionate touch the moment he opens the thick case she has been trapped in for weeks. After what felt like an eternity apart, she heard her master's voice praise her once more, his new toy eager to please him to the fullest of her ability.
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A picture for Trinket who also wrote the story! Thank you for the support and for letting me share!
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