Your puppy outfit

Raven flips through your fetishwear until she reaches the puppy outfit, and she stops and grins. "Looks like we have another little pet in the house," she says as she pulls it out from the closet. The suit was like Emmas' catsuit very intricate full-body latex catsuit with a separate rubber hood that resembled a dog's nose. "Do you like being a doggy, little boy"

You don't know what to say, but you have to emit that it turns you on thinking back to that one time you and Emma had you try it on. Emma had helped you into the suit, and then you had spent an hour watching you crawling around before she let you out.

Raven thrust the suit into your lap. "Put in on, boy," she said. You follow her order and start to undress. Your suit is difficult to put into, and Raven's patience ran thin after a few minutes of struggling to get it on. "Pet, help our little boy, would you." Emma helped you the best she could, working the latex over your body. You looked yourself over on your hands and knees, covered from your neckline to your toes in latex. The only thing not covered was your head and your raging hardon. It always feels special being in latex, and you let your hands run up and down the suit. Your hands are balled up into fists just like Emma's.

Then someone grabs your neck from behind and holds it still. Into view came your rubber dog hood. "Are you ready, boy?" Raven says from behind your ear. You looked up into the closet mirror. Your eyes first met with Emmas, which are shyly staring back at you with eyes almost begging you to say no. Next, your eyes met with Ravens. She was waiting expectantly for you to answer her. Lastly, you met your own eyes in the mirror.

"Yes, Goddess." Raven smiles and takes the hood in two hands, forcing it down over your head. It took a minute for her to work the hood into place and fasten it. When your eyes adjust from being squashed up, you are met by the creature you have become. The only parts of you that are not rubber-covered are your eyes, a hole for your mouth, and the groin area. Crouched down next to you was Raven. She seems to be delighted in your new form. "Aw, your such a cute puppy boy."

She wraps her arms around your shoulders and stares into your eyes in the mirror. By instinct, you nuzzle your head against her head. "That's my good boy. Do you want to be my good boy?" You give an affirmative bark. You don't know why you do it, but it felt like the right thing to do. Raven turns to Emma to remark.

"See, Emma, little Cory here understands how a real pet acts. That is why he gets to have fun now, and you don't."