Get mad

You glare at the receptionist, her smile now seeming more smug than welcoming, as your short burst of confusion is overcome by pure rage.

“Get this shit off of me!” You shout at her, taking another brief glance down at the embarrassing pink cage.

She doesn’t respond, she simply goes back to her computer.

“You just need a key, right? Where’s the key!?!” You continue to yell.

Again, you watch the receptionist casually type away the keyboard, as if you weren’t even there.

“I’m not paying for any of this! This is bullshi—!” Your tirade is cut short as you feel someone suddenly grab your arm.

You quickly turn to look at the large man now next to you. He’s as if a cartoon bouncer has come to life, bald head, black shirt that looks as if he could break out of at any second, and arms bulging with so much muscle, you’re surprised they can even move. Your forearm disappears in his massive hand as he forcefully pulls it behind you.

“Hey!” You shout, your confidence dwindling a bit as you keep looking at him.

Before you’re able to physically respond in anyway you soon feel your other arm being grabbed. You look to see another man, his physique matches the guy on your other arm, but this one has a beard.

Together, they hold you firmly. You have **** but to remain still as part of you is sure that they could both snap your arms off if they only wanted to.

“Okay, Okay! I’ll leave.” You say in frustrated defeat. “Just take this thing off of me and I’m out of here.”

Neither of the men lighten up their grasp as the receptionist once again, casually leaves her desk and walks over to you.

“Oh, don’t worry, you don’t have to leave. We’re more than willing to forgive your little outburst.” She says, her smile growing as she approaches. “Our goal here is to make sure all of our guests have the vacation they deserve.”

You’re able to do nothing but wince as her hand playfully flicks the plastic cage.

“Though there are some guidelines we expect you to follow, ones that you already agreed to in your paperwork, of course.” She says, her other hand moving from behind her back, showing she was holding something. “And we’re all happy to assist you in making it easier for you to follow them.”

The item in her hand is some sort of pink ring that she quickly raises towards your face. You attempt to question it, but as you open your mouth she swiftly shoves it in.

“Ohhooohhoohoh!!!” Is all you can say as the rubber ring holds your mouth wide open.

“Now now, howling is understood, yet frowned upon.” She says as she adjusts straps around your head connected to it.

You feel the two men tighten their grips around you as she finishes.

“Now these nice men are going to help me get you all dressed and pretty.” She says, her smile continuing to gleam. “Now, as I said, on all fours please.”

With no other trigger, you feel your body **** down to the ground by the men. Your knees fold in response as they push down on your back, ultimately bringing you to your hands and knees. You’re able to lift your head up just enough to see the receptionist setting down a rather large box. You’re unable to see what’s inside as she rummages through its contents, but she soon pulls something out. It’s a sparkly, pink dog collar, and you can do nothing to stop her from putting it around your neck.

“Looking better already!” She says, before reaching in for more. “Now this is going to be the trickier part. It would benefit everyone if you kept your resistance to a minimum.”

Again, you feel more pressure from the men, reiterating her statement.

Next thing she pulls out looks to be some kind of pink, rubber bag. She brings it down to you, the man on your right immediately taking your arm and bending up, pressing your hand to your shoulder. The receptionist then takes the mass of rubber and pulls up your elbow, bringing it all the way up, encasing your arm. It’s a tight fit, even after the man releases his grip on it, you can tell you won’t be able to unbend it.

You are unable to prevent them from doing the same to your other arm, and then your legs, trapping your feet against your thighs, until all four of your limbs are folded and bound. Again she pulls out more pink, this time it looks like some kind of helmet, but with a pair of floppy dog ears hanging off of it. She places it on your head, before tightly adjusting a rubber strap across your chin.

“Almost done!” She says in a singsong tone as she pulls another item from the box.

You’d be shaking if the grips on your body weren’t keeping you so still as you watch her pull out what you can only describe as a fluffy pink tail, connected to a rounded rubber plug.

“Don’t worry.” She says as you watch horror as she takes a bottle of lube and pours a hefty glob onto the plug. “It’s designed for easy removal, and I’ll clip it on to the rest of your gear so you won’t lose it.”

More panic strikes you as you think about what she means by that, though those thoughts get pushed out quick as you soon feel a strong pressure against your asshole. You’d be gritting your teeth if you were currently able to, as you’re **** to spread open, allowing the plug to pop in.

“There we go!” The receptionist cheers as she steps away.

You feel the men lightening their grips on you, ultimately releasing you fully, though you don’t feel any less restrained. You don’t know what to do, you don’t know what you can do, so all you do is stay there, plugged and bound in pink dog gear.

“Oh we can’t forget the final thing.” She says, running back to her desk.

She soon returns with what looks like a pink harness of some kind, there is some kind of large printed writing on it, but the way she’s holding it stops you from being able to read it.

“You were so generous to offer your time here as a service dog.” She says, latching the harness around your back. “And this here will show everybody what service you’re providing.”