Keep going, it’s best not to ask questions.

Despite your mind screaming at you to stop and back out or at the very least say something you keep quiet, partially out of fear of what will happen to you if you violate the dare too much and partially out of natural curiosity. You are brought back from the depths of your mind and inner thoughts by Alexa and Charlie fitting a stiff leather hood on you, one in the shape of a dog’s head. You can’t tell what kind of dog however, until you are able to sneak a glance at a full-size mirror in the corner. It looks like a Rottweiler’s head and then you come to the stunning realization that you are under the hood, totally dehumanized, in a skin tight suit with your arms and legs folded up and cock hanging beneath you in a metal cage. It hits you just as Alexa finishes putting a small silver padlock on the integrated collar of the leather dog hood and you begin to drool, allowing Charlie to easily slide in an o-ring gag, keeping your mouth open and for them to access.

Your cock is rock-hard or would be if you weren’t in the chastity cage from earlier, which feeds into a loop of horniness and frustration and you begin to moan and whimper, regardless that the girls aren’t finished with putting the outfit on. “Wow, Charlie, who knew that Sammy was such a bottom?” The girls cackle while your lust-addled mind hardly registers what they said. They add the final touches by lubing up and forcing a black rubber tail in your asshole, sending you to new heights or rather new depths of horniness. You begin to pant and whimper, like a bitch in heat. Alexa’s voice brings you back to a somewhat normal mental state.

“Sammy! You are quite the puppy. Loving it?” You want to shake your head ‘no’ but your cock cage already has a trail of precum leaking from it. “Wow, you are already leaking. I think as your first task as the bondage pup, you should clean up your mess with your tongue like a good doggie.