Dog-On

I let out a sigh, amused that these were the options. Despite it all, I find myself smirking back at him, biting my lower lip as I roll my eyes, weighing my options carefully. All the while, keenly aware that those around me are staring at me, enjoying the sight of me naked before them almost as much as I am, much to my chagrin, enjoying being so exceptionally exposed before so many.

Letting out a sigh, I decide to call his bluff... he can't really expect anyone to follow through with such an obviously ridiculous option as faking to be a pet? Would it be so much worse than banging him? As I feel the dampness between my legs grow, I manage to remain casual, "Alright... so being a pet gets me in, no questions asked? Well then, I'm a pet! What now?"

He smiles- yes, smiles back at me, a smug expression giving me pause, making me wonder if I didn't try to get around a trap, only to overthink it and land myself in something else. Determined not to change course now, I stick out my jaw, defiant not to let this unexpected result change mt mind. After a momentary pause, he nods once, "Alright then... Unfortunately for you, I'm a bit busy right now, and with no one else on hand just now to shuttle ... your missing pet up, you'd have to wait here until the end of my shift or until your roommate gets here to pick you up."

He pauses, giving me a chance to back out, but I do my best to stand resolute by my decision, even as I find out it's a real option, not a ploy, and one that won't solve my problems as quickly as it first seems. Feeling my leg twitch, I still show no sign of giving up or changing my decision. As I felt those around me looking me over, seemingly with higher scrutiny than before, as I dare not take my gaze off him. He soon speaks up again, before the silence gets too heavy, "Also, I have a crate on hand that large strays are required to wait in until pick-up, or when faculty can deliver them. You'd have to wait out there, in the lobby. Also, I must inform you it will be a rather tight fit for you... but if you're determined, I can have you settled in right now."

I swalow heard, briefly looking around a moment despite myself, before quickly declaring my reply, before I could lose my nerve. "I'm certain. Set me up." I declare, using as much bravado as I can muster, seeing a twinkle shine from his eyes for a moment, giving me a feeling of unease, even as I force myself to stay on my path.

He picked up a large item, hauling it up and around, before setting it down in the centre of the lobby,.. and thus leaving my verry much exposed. Worse, as I examined it, the only way in would place me facing my ass toward the entrance, and there would not be enough space to turn around in... meaning, everyone that walks in will be getting a rather close view of my ass and intimate folds on display, while I'm feeling unaware of who's getting such unfettered visuals of me.

I feel myself locking up, staring at him in disbelief, waiting any moment for the 'surprise! It's just a big joke! Here, take a look at your face!" but instead he leans casually on the counter, "Go on in... unless you're having second thoughts, of course. No one will think less of you."

I square my shoulders, I focus my mind, doing my best to exude confidence I did not feel. "Don't worry. I'm going.", and after a momentary pause, get into all fours. I gasp, feeling just how wide my legs have to spread just to get myself low enough to fit. On all fours, I move forward, only to find it's even tighter than I first feared. Resisting the urge to sigh again, I lower even closer to the ground, my legs spreading out till my knees would touch the cold bars on each side.

Crawling in slowly, I soon hear cat calls and wolf whistles from the crowd, either waiting their turn to bring up their concern, or simply sticking around to watch the show and aleivate their board um, 'Well I hope they're enjoying what they see...'Cause I'm not backing out now.', or so I tell myself, even as I just bearly get my self inside.

After a pause, he moves over, closing the door behind me, and I quickly see how my nakedness is on blast from every angle. My head and feet stick out of the cage, leaving me with little room to move. I look up and see him aiming a toothy grin back at me.

"Oh, and before I forget... I have to tie to in. Can't have a large stray getting panicked and possibly hurting someone, or possibly themselves. Can never be so sure how well people train their pets. Plus, stress can make even the best animal lash out, you understand."

I look down, seeing his uniform outfit, tucked into his heavy-duty boots, and simply nod once, resigned to whatever he says, not daring to give in now. Won't give 'em the satisfaction... Must be a trick, right? As I wait, I look down, seeing him hooking my arms to the metal bars, cuffing me tightly into place. Once he's done with my arms, he moves about me slowly, making a show of it. A show far to many people are enjoying with relish. As I pause, I swallow hard, not daring to speak up, forcing myself to stay the course.

I dare not look, feeling him tying my right leg tightly to the outermost railing,, leaving me as exposed as humanly possible. I let out a soft gasp, feeling him bind my left leg next, and I instinctively try to move my leg, doing my best to pull them closer.

He makes a sound of pleasant amusement, "Feel free to try it. These bounds are meant to feel soft, but don't mistake it for weakness." To which I shoot a defiant look back up at him, though it only results in an amused expression back my way. Surprised, I look about, catching over a dozen individuals, just in view of where I could see, staring back, smiling and laughing at the absurd position I'm in.

Blinking at several camera flashes, I look away, not daring to give them more amusement than I already have, even as I felt a burst of pleasure race through me, my back arching slightly as a moan just barely escapes my lips. Holding myself still as can be, I turn my gaze forward, resolved to wait as long as I must.

He walks up, holding a muzzle in his hands. "Sorry, can't be so sure... and I must follow protocols. Otherwise, I could be fired. Can't have that." The crowd makes new sounds of joy, excited at the scene unfolding before them, clearly far more interesting than anything they had planned.

Looking up at him, even as I felt my bonds all too keenly, I decide to whisper, "You're enjoying most certainly enjoying yourself." To which he shoots me back his best innocent expression, even though it seems rather flimsy just then. Despite all that, I giggle back, shooting him a toothy grin despite my best efforts at looking serious.

"I don't know what you could possibly mean.... after all, I just laid out the options. You're the one who chose, after all," to which I pause, nodding, my mind all too well aware of the truth of his words.

He smiles down, dealing with putting the muzzle onto me, and I make a gesture to pause him, before asking, "Please tell me that thing has been recently washed, at least."

His smile grows, the muzzle now inches from my face, "You wound me! Why, of course it's been thoroughly washed! I'll have you know that we care very deeply about the health of those under our care.", to which I nod, losing my last possible objection, and feeling the muzzle going into place. I manage to not make a sound, even as I feel it holding me in place.

He checks if its ecure, my head bobbing around about as the crowd laugh. I look around a bit, seeing the mirth on their faces, and find myself feeling it too. Resolving myself to wait now, even as I know my pussy is being placed on display for everyone who walks in the door, I fix my gaze forward, settling in for the long haul....