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It's honestly scary just how good Vitold was at pressing my buttons. That silver tongued fox knew just what to do and say, to make sure I remained squirming under s boot, begging him for more.

And beg I did.

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The heat is starting to become unbearable.

Spot lights, dark, thick rubber - I am drowning in sweat. And yet, the strain in my cage reminds me just how much the whole ordeal turns me on. Trough my hood, I can hear muffled sounds in the distance. It's hard not to get impatient, after standing here for hours.

I whimper softly, as He carefully runs over my head with His velvet hands. "Gooood boooooy" - I can't help but melt under the praise and attention. He scratches the underside of my snout. "Shh... It's almost over...". I let out a short yelp of displeased obedience, and get lost in my own thoughts.

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It did not start this way… not at all. It was a calm, fall evening. I laid on the couch, resting on his fluffy, well kept chest. Sipping on cranberry juce, I got a bit... talkative, I guess? Speaking about my fears, the future… and my desires.

Chastity. Latex. Being broken and dominated, every single fibre of my body belonging to another. Desiring to serve them, completely and unquestionably.

He sat there, silently… and for a second, I got embarrassed about the things I had said. And I turned back, eager to apologize and ask him to forget to this whole ordeal…

Only to realize, much to my horror, that the bastard is smiling. Gears turning inside his head, eager to explore this new side of me. I told him what I wanted… and He would make sure that I get exactly that.

It was that point that I realize I might have said… a bit too much.

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It feels unbearable. The constant, endless, relentless strain on my cock. A pressure mounting, growing, and growing - only to never release. It has been weeks since my boyfriend decided to lock me up. And ever since, I have been nothing but a slobbering, horny mess, begging to be fucked.

"Hello, cutie." - He says, lovingly kissing me from behind. He places His snout on my shoulder, and beings to slowly grope me. "I see somebody has got a little case of blue balls" - it's hard not to feel even hornier, as He slowly fondles my big, swollen balls. "Such a good, good boy, staying alllll locked up for his master". I growl, with a mix of frustration, desire, and embarrassment.

"Somebody is a little moody, huh?"

He chuckles softly, and steals some fruit from my bowl.

"I love to make you blush"

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Looking in the mirror for the first time was an… odd feeling. Gone is my face, my paws, and my meticolously kept fur. In my place, sits a strange, artificial creature - nothing more than a toy, read to obey and serve. Not a somebody, but a something.

The harsh, chemical smell of new rubber is hard to ignore. It's tight, and sticky, encasing me fully. It slowly stops feeling like it is on my skin, and slowly starts to feel like an integral part of me. It's scary.

Hot...

and scary.

"So, how are we feeling?"

My thoughts are interrupted by His silky voice, playfully teasing me with a sliver of badly hidden concern. He paces idly in place, waiting for your response.

"Odd."

He freezes, for a split second.

"Good, but odd."

…

"Thanks for doing this…"

"Thanks for doing this for me."

It's hard to not be geinuenly grateful for somebody putting so much time and effort into making me happy.

"For you? Dear… I'm just decorating my fucktoy."

I scoff a bit. The joke may not be particularly funny, but it feels good to be reassured this is something you both want.

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Smack

My trip down the memory lane is interupted by a slap to my balls.

"Damm, Vi, you were not lying about your bitch!"

I yelp out a tad, but stay on the plynth.

"It's my pride and joy."

The stranger grabs my snout, seeimgly to take a closer look at my hood.

"No wonder you won, with a toy like that."

Won? My tail starts to wag. It feels like an weird thing to be proud of... but I am a weird dog.

"It is my grade bitch..." - my Master chuckles - "Seems it took a liking to you."

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"Care to take it for a spin?"