Hot scenario rate pls:
You wake, groggy. Hot. It's stuffy, the air feels like it hasn't been circulating well. You try to sit up but your legs don't bend. You're sweating lightly and uncomfortable and it's pitch black.
Your pulse races as you move instinctively, but your elbows are similarly bound. Something is in your mouth... an astringent taste, chemical. The smell of leather is overwhelming and your movements send you crashing into a metal grate. Then another.
When the light turns on, it's blinding, an overhead glare reflected back on you over and over from the mirrored walls.
"Shh, pup. Everything's going to be okay." The voice has a smokiness to it, an ethereal quality and when you blink the stunning light from your eyes, you see them crouching, looking at you through the bars of a cage.
Tears roll down your cheeks as sheer sensory overload crashes into you, your vision filled with the black bars of a dog kennel, shown from every angle. The walls themselves are mirrors and you can see what's been done to you with a disturbing thoroughness.
Your face is hidden behind a leather dog mask, your gagged mouth barely visible in the open muzzle. Your hands are bound to your shoulders, your ankles to the backs of your thighs, your bare ass exposed with a tail protruding from it. You're covered from head to toe in skintight leather, your soft flesh peeking out here and there in clearly strategic places.
Every buckle, strap, and padlock on your outfit is placed with intention.
"You're safe, pup. I know it's scary, but everything's going to be okay. I promise." Their voice is soothing, part of you even wants to believe them. "I love you so much, I've been dreaming of this for so long... you're so beautiful, I just had to have you. You'll never have to worry about a thing again."
You try to talk, managing a few mangled words around the gag, but your unintelligible sentence is interrupted by a searing pain in your neck. Your vision goes white for a moment, and when the world makes sense again, you're on your side in the cage.
"I have to have it on the highest setting while you're learning, precious. I'm sorry, but I need you to understand and I was told this was the best way to do it. Lots of love but swift, harsh punishment if you break the rules."
A sob escapes you unbidden, a wordless moan born of pure helplessness.
"I know it's not fair because you don't know the rules yet, I'll explain it all after the drugs have had more time to do their work. We've got to make sure you don't get joint pain, it's common for pups in your position, in these permanent suits... but I want only the best for you."
They stood, a hand caressing the bars of the cage in a twisted, covetous longing.
HATE | No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | F*CK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |
oh dang that is a lot, pretty intense, but I like it as a like fantasy. Absolutely hits my buttons like a checklist of my kinks so very very good. Also this is like basically that cnc petplay somno idea I've been talking about writing, so it's just perfect
send me a hot scenario and I will rate it