*Woo[f]!* My Weekend as a Puppy *Woo[f]!* (Part II)

**II**

“This is going to be so fun!” I heard the voice exclaim from above me. My girlfriend, my dearest girlfriend, had pawned me off onto a relative stranger that had what I imagine a bigger pet fetish that myself. I was on the ground, my latex boy shorts sat underneath a simple belted harness that held in a faux-pup tail (one that wasn’t also a plug). A matching leather harness cross crossed my shoulders and the two silver rings in combination with the straps held up my perky tits and highlighted my nipples. This was standard puppy attire but I wasn’t aware of who decided this would be my outfit to greet my new owner.

I watched intently the brown, knee length boots as they pivoted left and right and talked to my girlfriend about her weekend plans. Eventually, the focus was turned towards me.

A small and nondescript white box was placed before me, in it sat a contact lens case, and I was instructed to put the lenses in immediately. The blackout lenses now kept me in the dark. This was more terrifying than a blindfold (you can usually shake those off if you try hard enough), more strict than a hood (between sweat and eventually needing to eat/drink, a hood *eventually* has to be removed. But these? These could be worn for 24 hours. I loved the look, the head space it could put a submissive in. I never got around to buying myself a pair. I whimpered as I slipped the right, then left in. I was shaking in arousal, I never thought I would meet another person as kinky as myself, but whomever was standing over me owned *blackout contact lenses*

A silver slave collar was placed around my neck and with an allen key screwed shut. A leash was then clipped onto the round collar and I was yanked to my feet. A sweatshirt was placed over my harness, and a pair of jeans hid the wagging puppy tail, at least for now. We were leaving. We were going outside.

Meg, my dearest girlfriend, didn’t even give me a kiss goodbye. I wasn’t her girlfriend anymore. I was a newly adopted puppy.

My steps were slow down the stairs, through the doorway of my apartment entrance, and down the driveway to the car of the girl pulling my lead. The door was opened for me, and I sat in the front seat, holding the leash in my teeth and completely in the dark. As we drove, my Owner’s hands rubbed my belly and pinched my nipples, which were perfectly framed by the rings of the chest harness. I barked. I was nervous. She giggled.

“We have to get you a cage for your weekend!” She exclaimed as we came a stop at what I imagined was a parking lot or red light or stop sign.

“I have everything else were going to need, plus Meg let me pick through your bondage and puppy toys, but I just wanted a nice, new metal cage for your bed!”

I let out a low bark with an inquisitive edge to it. Were we getting the cage right now?

The leash was unclipped from my collar and I was helped out of the car, my fingers now interlocked in my Owner’s left hand. She was guiding me, blindly, into a petsmart to purchase the cage I would be stored in for the better part of three days. I smelled dog food and pets. Heard the bubbling sounds as we walk passed the fish tanks. I gripped her hand tighter.

*Terrified and dripping wet*.

When I heard an employee ask if we needed help, I shuffled closer to the body holding my hand, trying to hide my face and embarrassment. She replied in kind that we were all set for now. I felt her hair near my face and whimpered into her ear as low as I could. She stroked my face with her free hand.

“You’re doing so well right now. You have no idea how many years I’ve spent thinking about this exact moment.”

And like that I was instantly calmed. How loving, that I was the one to help this stranger fulfill what I imagine to be her ultimate fantasy (it was!). I was along for the ride and still nervous but I no longer had any apprehension about my constant nagging to Meg about my want for some hardcore puppy play. We were in this together. I licked her cheek, not caring if anyone was around to see. I needed to instantly show my puppy affection.
“Aw, such a good little girl. I can’t wait to get you in all your gear when we get home. Are you excited?”

I nodded up and down.

“Don’t puppies bark when they’re excited?”

My adrenaline pumped. A bark escaped my mouth but wasn’t satisfying enough for my Owner. I switched to a cute, high pitched *arf* and placed my hands up towards my breasts in a classic *heeling* position and stuck my tongue out. This granted me a kiss on my nose and a “good pup!” before we continued our shopping excursion. My latex boy shorts were incapable of soaking up my arousal. If they would, they would be drenched.

Once we were inside her house, I was stripped naked and thrust onto all fours. The leash was swapped out for chains and I was promptly affixed to the radiator in the foyer and locked into place. Torn between the arousal of blindness and the option to *see things*, my lenses were removed as the sunlight shined through the house. I kneeled on my heels, spreading my legs to show obedience eyes cast to the ground and hands behind my back. This elicited a giggle and a finger underneath my chin. Adjusting to the burst of light, a warm smile greeted me from the thick, olive skinned beauty before me.

We had met before. She was a co-worker of my girlfriends but her name escaped me, which would have been a problem had I been required to remember it. We actually talked at a bar months prior, and I remember liking her. She was chubby but curvy and complained that hot fall day of chub-rub on her thighs. She was outspoken, boisterous and laughed from her belly. I remember her as being nosey and not holding back her opinion. She complimented my eyes but also told me I had too much eye-liner on, and this was in the first five minutes of meeting her. It wasn’t to be rude, I just sensed that was her personality to a fault. It was pretty obvious to me how her and Meg concocted this weekend. I could sense she was nosey, and probably asked how our sex life was. Meg and I make it a point to never hide our kinks for this very scenario would never happen if we did. (I would find out later then when Meg told her I liked puppy play, she didn’t ask questions, she only replied with “Does she eat ass like a good puppy?” *swoon*)

I wagged my tail as she placed me in my puppy hood. Neoprene and with a detachable muzzle that could be snapped on and off with ease. Her hand patted me on my hooded head as I barked loudly and with a guttural force to it. The mitts were leather, locked on, and kept my hands balled into fists better than any other mitt I owned. I was jealous. The keys were nowhere in sight, and I frankly didn’t care. A pair of knee-pads secured themselves, making my position on the floor not only comfortable but capable of being my permanent position for the weekend. She adjusted my harness, tightening it a touch, before disappearing down the hallway with the box the cage came in. I barked as she walked away, but knew my place was chained to the radiator while my Owner did what she needed to do. I could smell my sex through the latex underwear and neoprene muzzle. I wondered if she could.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8h7869/woof_my_weekend_as_a_puppy_woof_part_ii

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  1. Loving this!! The knowledge that “this person owns blackout lenses” makes me laugh because using things like that to gauge someone’s kinkiness is so true.

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