Your person is taking you for a walk.

"I never thought I'd get to use these! You are going to love them, cutey butt." You don't know where she is coming up with these pet names, but you hope she never stops. She has changed into a tight tube top that barely covers the middle third of her breasts and nylon short shorts that show off her phenomenal ass, and her awe inducing prick. When you see her surprise, your jaw drops.

A pretty pink leather collar with a leash attached is exciting, if expected. Still, you didn't expect the little dribble of precum or full body shudder you felt when she closed it around your neck. The puppy dog ears were also not a huge surprise, but how arousingly adorable they looked in the full length mirror was. The muzzle was certainly not what you were expecting, a steel cage extend far enough to give the illusion of a snout, and you notice with relief that the holes are wide enough to fit a cock through. The 'tail', a fluffy apricot fur stole attached to a hefty butt plug, is certainly a surprise, and you're surprised how welcome it is as your master slides up inside you.

You feel so frustratingly full, so simmeringly unsatisfied, and you somehow know that the longer you have to wait for relief, the better it will feel. The oddest addition to your wardrobe is rubber puppy paws and matching elbow and knees pads. It is almost impossible to use your hands in them, but somehow the limitation feels oddly freeing. All you have to do is trust your person to take care of all the pesky things like opening doors and bathing for you.

"There we go. Ready for your walk, Brandi?" She asks in such a 'who's a good doggy?' voice that you can't help but clap your paws on the ground in excitement. There is a lump in your throat the size of a boulder at the thought of the whole dorm and God knows who else seeing you naked except for your puppy play wear, but you feel a crazy sense of calm wrap around you like a security blanket when you feel your owner tug on the leash. She wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, not your doggy mommy. So without a word, you follow her on all fours out the front door and into the hall, unsure of what is waiting for you outside.