Latex bondage pup

The outfit that you select is that of a latex pup and Emma obliges, putting her own spin on it. “Y’know I have to say Cory, I have to say, you have always impressed me with your big, expressive eyes, when you are my sub, so I decided to make that your only way to talk to me throughout this whole weekend. Minus your barks and other noises you can make.” The hood she picks out comes with a closeable snout that remains open for the moment. The hood also locks so you can’t remove it and it comes with four binders, two for the arms and two for the legs, meant to turn your arms and legs into stumps, so you can’t really run. Emma also includes an all-encompassing men’s harness so that she can attach whatever she wants to you, or vice versa. It obviously is meant to go over a catsuit.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of her putting the outfit together, she begins stripping you. She takes off your jeans, and your cock is kinda hard right now, and she pulls those down as well, discarding them to a corner of your room. She undoes one of the cuffs to take off your shirt, revealing your chest, mostly devoid of hair, except for small little hairs that aren’t really there. “I’m going to uncuff you. You best be good or I will punish you.” You nodded slowly. Emma was always true with her threats. Your cock was now hard as she lubed up your body.

She then handed you a rubber catsuit, and you put it on, this not being your first time in latex. She gives you gloves and foot socks to put with the catsuit and you tuck them under the catsuit. “All fours.” You fall to your hands and knees as she prepares you.

First comes the hood. It’s snug and she locks it shut. It’s so dehumanizing. You catch a glimpse of yourself and already you can feel yourself heading into subspace. She next puts on the harness, fastening it so that it grips your body perfectly. Thirdly, she puts your arms into the binders, turning them into leather-covered stumps for who knows how long. Then she fits a pair of men’s combat boots on your feet, then lacing, belting and padlocking on more of the binders, restricting you to using four stumps to get around. You look in the mirror again, and you see a brown-eyed dog with a hard dick leaking precum. “Aww, is someone excited? You are, isn’t it? Unfortunately, I can’t have you leaking like a faucet everywhere so we are gonna have to lock it up. Stay right here. Don’t cum or I will be very cross with you.” Her footsteps fade away as she leaves your bedroom.