I softly grumbled as I read the text, shuddering at my master's orders. Of course we both knew I would do it, this puppy more then eager to please his master...even if sometimes that resulted in some rather uncomfortable predicaments if he got stuck in traffic or he decided to torture me by making a stop at the store. Shaking my head I went and got the materials, taking a deep breath as I slid into my pup harness before sitting on the edge of the bed. Getting the chastity device on was always an interesting adventure for me, as I slid it toward the base of my sheath, the two metal pieces connected with a tight band of rubber. Sliding the locking ring around my scrotum and soft member, the metal lock clicking shut with a soft click. Of course this was of little help to me as my canine member instantly seemed to react by trying to harden, the stiff rubber only giving enough to tease as the metal tube on the other side held me securely. Even if I would have tried, the device was a piece of masterwork, any touching would only be frustrating as I would receive absolutely no sensation.

The rubber holding the main piece together only served a single purpose, to tease the wearer into forming a knot which would be cruelly squeezed and denied. Of course this was only the beginning part of my predicament that I was on orders to get myself into. Next to me an open diaper awaited, the bulb enough to make even a size queen shudder a bit of a plug, and of course the catheter. All of this before I would have to secure myself to a chair in the living room..position had been left to me. Knowing I wanted the plug to be the last bit to go before I started securing myself, I lubed up the tip of the catheter, sliding it into the metal piss-hole provided by my new hardware, carefully sliding it further and further until it broke past my bladder's sphincter, the rush of urine quickly captured in the back of the diaper. I grabbed the plug and cuffs in one paw, the other paw holding the diaper in case I leaked anymore. 

On the way out of the room I grabbed a spreader bar before entering the living room. Sliding it in front of the chair's back legs, I locked the leather straps around my ankles, forcing me to push against the chair awkwardly. I was finally at the point of no return...sighing softly as I applied the special lubricant he had picked up for me....a liberal application, careful not to let it touch anything but my tailhole before it was in me with a sudden popping. Next the diaper quickly pulled up and taped shut around my waist, I now only had my paws free. Looping the extended chain of the cuffs around the front chair legs, I clicked them shut around my wrists. I was now bent over the chair, front legs spread and forced to the sides of the chair, front paws given only enough room to rest on the corners of the cushion. Bent over at the waist, I had managed to leave my diapered ass and mouth available for use. I couldn't tell how long I waited, only that I was soon feeling the plug squeezed deeper into me as the lubricant started to kick in, at first a gentle warmth inside me, it soon was a lovingly painful burn that reminded me of my master's cum, a tease of what would come later that day.

Finally I heard the front door open, glad to hear him come home, I wagged my diapered tail eagerly as he entered the room, letting out a surprised woof when I was surprised to be greated with a new gag, the rubber squeezing down around my muzzle, holding it tight around the shortened canine shaft that was now pinned against my tongue. I soon realized what was fully happening as his paw reached into the diaper, gently fishing out the catheter before attaching it to a longer tube that fed into the front of the muzzle. Of course this was only made worse as the clear tubing had come wrapped around the muzzle repeatedly, meaning that as my bladder couldn't be stopped from emptying, and I would be forced to watch the yellow fluid fill the tube as it came closer and closer to my muzzle. What I would later find out is that it was also an external cathether, so that it would catch everything...including what leaked out around the catheter like pre and cum.

He then gave my wet diaper a firm swat, giggling at the needy yelps that came from me. The black dragon loving to tease his snow-white wolf, and I admittedly loved the teasing. Even as he grabbed the butt of the diaper and started to push the plug against me, knowing that I was already burning inside, and the movement only made me more needy, the metal ring and tube seperating the short distance allowed by the rubber, my knot starting to swell, but only getting partially there. Gods it was such an experience...not painful...but most definitely a great reminder that you no longer could use your own cock until you were freed.

He teased me for a while before leaving me in the wet diaper, seeming to be watching to make sure the new muzzle worked properly...which it was. My bladder contents filling the tube slowly until it started to at first dribble then spurt into my mouth randomly, forcing me to swallow and recycle my own fluids. I was curious as to what caused the spurting...but speaking around a canine knot inside a tight rubber mask is never easy. Leaving me vulnerable, he went into the connected kitchen, even through the rubber mask I could soon smell the wonderful scents of dinner. I winced...He never made dinner before freeing me...He must be planning something big...

Of course I was right...How could I have expected anything less. After he finished cooking he removed the hood, letting it's collection drip into a nearby container. I knew I would end up either drinking or wearing everything that came out...but I also learned that I was going to be made to earn my dinner. As he stood over me, our dinner resting on my back, he soon started eating while his sheath pressed against my nose. I eagerly opened my muzzle, pressing it tighter against the draconic slit and suckling, my tongue probing it's depths for the hidden member it stored. As my tongue explored I tasted his heated pre, murring lovlingly as it lightly burned against my tongue. It was almost like licking at a hot sauce bottle, his chemistry always giving his pre and cum a natural spiciness. Most people tended to avoid dragons for this reason, finding the taste and burning sensations it provided to be a turn off. I myself loved it more...and the cum-plug would always counter any burning, leaving a cooling plug that would eventually dissolve.

Of course this was doing nothing for my needy ass or cock, my tailhole burning exquisitely and my member throbbing in it's rubber and metal prison as my urine dribbled into the bowl behind us. Soon I had his massive ridged shaft throbbing in my muzzle as I sucked, his hips rolling his dick back and forth over my tongue and against the back of my throat, his pre and my saliva mixing to lubricate my maw. Just when I was thinking I was going to be treated to a hot splash of dragon cum, he pulled back completely, teasing me as he shoved pieces of meat into my muzzle as I could only chew and swallow, whimpering as his member throbbed and leaked, the precious pre forming at the tip.

After dinner was finished he gently poured my pre and piss into my mouth, holding my muzzle to make sure I didn't let any spill as I swallowed the acridic slime down. The muzzle then slid back into place, dribbling into my mouth as he went behind me, removing the diaper with a quick ripping before the plug popped out of me with a gagged squeal, quickly replaced with his heavy thrusts as his balls slapped against my balls, making me moan and shudder in delight. I couldn't tell which burned more...the burning lubricant or his roughness and pre inside me, but it soon mattered little as I was lost in heavy need and near orgasm. It had taken him some time to learn what my signs of nearing hand-free orgasm was, and to my misery he gave one last thrust into me, his knot flaring wider then a horse as it locked us together, even hotter cum pumping into me, feeling like it was going to burn a hole right through me. After a few minutes his knot shrunk down, a thick dribble of cum-like substance following as he exited me, the fluid thickening and blocking his seed in me and washing me in ice coldness.

I soon learned exactly what he had in mind for me as I was finally freed from the chair after being subjugated to multiple doses of hot cum and cold plugs both anally and orally. Taking me to the bedroom he slid one of my most dreaded platforms from under the bed...a fetish of his and mine that I both loved and desperately hated. But I calmly laid down on my back, murmuring as the leather straps tightened around ankles, wrists, thighs, and arms. The last strap secured my tail straight down between my spread legs. He then slid a braid of bells around one of my paws, closing my paw over them. This was his alert if something was wrong as I tasted the thick rubber ball sliding into my muzzle. Usually with it being near the front of my canine muzzle I would drool quite well without worry, but my dragon was always the worrying type. Of course having them wrapped in my paw meant that I would be able to silence them. He patted my inner thigh before adding electro-pads to the chastity device, the metal making a great conduit along with the metal e-stim plug. He then set it to give 15 minute bursts once an hour, the clock turning to the hour as I gave a gagged squeal as electricity filled my tailhole and made my member start to twitch inside the metal cage, the smile on his face showing that we both knew it was working wonderously, he set the last burst to go off until it was turned off, setting me as an alarm for the morning...which meant that I had 10 hours of teasing electrostimulation before I would achieve my own orgasm.

I also knew that this meant that someone had made a request for the pup to come to work again. Being that he worked in an adult gaming store, that meant his fellow employees (and customers) occasionally liked having one of the resident pets come in to be a urinal or cum dump...sometimes serving as both. This was his way of making sure we both got up in time to go. Thankfully I was a quick sleeper, able to fall asleep even after the chastity would get shocked and stimulated, leaving me with a needy near orgasm yet again. When morning finally rolled back around I was grateful for the vibrations that continued well after the fifteen minute mark, soon unable to bite back the long growl of orgasm as my chest was splattered with sticky canine cum. When the orgasm was fully milked out of me I rang the bells until he woke up, grateful to be free.

After cleaning up, he treated me out to breakfast on the way to work. Upon arriving I had to admit I was a bit surprised to see that I wasn't the only one there today. In the back was a submissive fox who had been handcuffed to one of the standing urinals, his fur already soaked and reeking of piss as his balls had been strung to the drainage pipe to keep him fully knotted on a silicone wolf penis. I was also surprised to see he wasn't gagged. Next to him was an otter in a maid outfit, ankles bound with the rope going around his neck to keep him doubled over, a funnel plug sticking out of him, and it was clear he'd over run a few times as his fur was noticeably damp...either that or someone had had some terrible aim. Finally there was my spot, an actual two person position. An equine was already in place, locked to the center pole so that he was laying at an angle, knees pointing toward the ceiling, wrists and ankles bound and the attached collar on the post holding him firmly. The remaining dangling ropes used to hoist me in a reverse hogtie over him before my face was pushed down against his sheath. Blindfolded and helpless, I could only wonder what was to come as I could hear the horse's vibrator going full strength, pre dribbling onto my tongue. 

We were like this for hours, both of us clearly trying to control our bladders in much vain, my muzzle already coated and dripping with what I could never hope to swallow, and I knew the ring gag was making anything that came out of me probably toward landing in his mouth. And of course we weren't just there for urinals...though I knew i'd been pissed on a few times from the side...my tailhole had also been heavily used, co-workers taking turns to see who could make me cum first, the sensation of a paw on my cock telling me they were aiming me at the opened mouth.

When the day was finally over, it soon occurred to me why we had so many people there...it was the master's play day...where they would get together after all was said and done and play games at someone's house...and whoever won would have the rights to all but one pet. I of course was thankfully exempt from this as it was my turn to be the servant...but that didn't mean I was going to have an easy night. After everyone was freed we all went to the meeting place. Of course there was one way this could be nullified, and that was the end of the night's top loser...who would become top winner's pet for the week. Of course I doubted this would happen. When we arrived I was quickly outfitted in the servant attire, collar and tail cuff locking my tail up to expose the thick vibrating plug, cock ring making sure I wouldn't stop showing off, and a corset/carrying tray was fitted onto me. The last piece was my arms, bound to keep them well out of the way at my sides. I was then forced to serve the other drinks...and any other...services they might wish. Including giving head while they played.

I ignored the matches, not wanting to think about anything but my job as I transported the drinks back and forth, but at the end of the night, I could only whimper as I found out that we were now going home with another wolf...Master having managed to somehow lose horribly that night. I could only wonder what terror's awaited me for the next week...even knowing I would be loving every minute of it.