Bark

You bark, showing you’ll play along. She happily pets your head, praising you with “Ohh I knew you’d be my good boy! Who’s a good puppy? You are!” You strain in your cage, surprised how into having your girlfriend treating you as a mere animal you are. Getting into it, you nuzzle her hand, wagging your but as if you had a tail. She praises you for a few more moments, before standing and tugging your leash to go out of her bedroom. You blush, realizing her roommates may be out there, and you were naked, leashed, muzzled, with your dick caged. Despite that, she continues to tug, leading you out.