Another week has passed, since my previous session. My Owner decided to give me another session the next day. I became excited, as last time was a heavenly session. I was dreaming of various situations, and the fantasies made me wake up early and horny as usual. My owner was once again finished with breakfast before I got out of bed. I dressed up and headed towards the kitchen. When I encountered my owner in the kitchen trying to grab something out of the fridge, I was spotted as I was trying to be quiet, so my Owner wouldn’t notice me. My owner said, "Eat or drink and get to the dungeon when you are finished, it’s time for your next lesson."My Owner left the kitchen, and I ate and drank something for breakfast. However, I was so excited that I couldn’t eat, but I knew I had to eat something, as I never knew how long I would be in my role. I cleaned up the kitchen as much as I could, so my owner would see I was a good slave who learned their lessons. After a quick inspection of all things in the kitchen, I moved myself over to the dungeon to get myself dressed.
In the dungeon, I had to quickly clean up the previous toys and suits, then I grabbed my Latex catsuit, my puppy paws, some bondage gear for my legs and decided I wanted to wear the Latex condom mask for my owner. After I wiggled myself into my Latex catsuit and tightened the corset to my waist, I felt that taking a breath was twice as difficult as normal, but I still decided to wear the blindfolded mask as I tend to stick to my first thought. Fully suited up in my latex catsuit, I sat down on my knees and put on the latex dog feet over my catsuit, making it extra tight with a second layer of latex over my feet. I then added the bondage straps to my thighs. In front of me were still the latex blindfold mask and my leather dog mask. I knew that if I put on the blindfold mask, I would not be able to see anything anymore, but I had the idea that my owner would show up any minute and decided to put it on my head. I zipped the mask shut on my head. There I was not able to see anything anymore, but I had the idea that my owner would show up any minute and decided to put it on my head. I zipped the mask shut on my head.
There I was, sealed in my latex once again for my Owner, taking small breaths through the two nose holes of the latex mask as I wasn’t allowed to breathe through my mouth at any time. Then I grabbed my leather dog mask and started fastening it to my latex mask, adding a mix of latex and leather smell every time I took a breath through my nose. My hands were still free in case it would be too limiting for breathing through my mask. I then sat there, waiting on the dungeon floor on my knees again, waiting for my Owner. And as always, my Owner loves it to keep me waiting. I suited up like the previous puppy, suffering from breathing limitations thanks to the corset on my body. Last time I wasn’t sitting on my knees and learned my lesson, I made myself admit to the role completely as soon as I remembered myself about the last session's punishment. My owner arrived and grabbed my latex puppy paws, which I left in front of me and sealed in my hands inside the latex paws. I then realized I had no more control and had to trust my Owner entirely for the duration of the session. My Owner added four belts and tied my legs and arms together separately, turning me into a helpless puppy from now on.
My owner came close to my face and said, “It sounds like you are having difficulty breathing, in case it gets too hard, nod no.” I tried to say “Yes” to my owner, and I felt comfortable with my Owner having total control over me. I then felt a foot pushing me down on my back, making me walk like a dog on four legs. Furthermore, I was crawling over the ground on my knees and elbows, limiting my movements as my owner leached me and guided me across the room. My owner was taking small steps to turn me into a worthy puppy for pleasure, taking in the various possible ways to become more and more submissive. My previous sessions already taught me a lot of these subtle submissive rules I never knew of, but I loved crawling on the ground as a latex dog for my Owner. The feeling of being nothing but a helpless latex slave made me very horny. At this point, I was ready for anything my owner would do with me. I ignored all the struggles I had with breathing, and all the small pains from crawling as a dog disappeared. My owner then left me roaming around the room for the next 4 hours as their pet. Moaning and barking like a dog was all I could do. I was so horny inside the tight latex over my skin that I didn't resist at all that already 4 hours had passed until my Owner grabbed my head and said, “It’s been 4 hours, you’re getting a small break.” and untied my arms and legs. I was guided to the bathroom, unable to see anything. My Owner helped me go to the restroom, unmasked me for a bit, and gave me something to drink. Of course, I forgot to say “Thank you.”...