Not at all.

Your clothes are stripped from you and put into a locker, and then Master Don begins pulling out your outfit. It’s quite simple really. A full body leather harness that sits on your shoulders, wraps around your sides and waist, and goes under your crotch, keeping your cock elevated. Bicep straps accompany the harness, with silver D-rings on key points. Next, comes mitts that are put over your hands and locked with little brass padlocks, which makes you look at Don, but he just smiles, saying “puppies have paws, not hands.”

He then puts on knee pads and foot mitts, and you see yourself in the mirror, practically naked but aroused in the dim light of the storage room. You guess you did have a hidden fetish. Finally, Don takes your head and puts a hood over it, hiding your identity, strapping you in and locking it around your head and throat with an attached collar. Your mouth is still fully accessible, and you can hear the bar from all the way back here, meaning the first round is almost ready to start.

“Now, the goal of the wrestling match is to get the other pup to cum first. If you do that, then you will win the match and proceed to the next round. Lose, and you will be on the auction block first. If you want an advantage, then I have something you can do…” He grips his leather bulge as you look up at him.