Puppys Day Out

Note: This is a continuation of my story "Puppy's Night In," but if you want to just dive in on this one all you really need to know is an evening of puppy play started as it often does between boyfriend and girlfriend, but things escalated into chastity and him remaining in puppy mode as the night ended.

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Everything I had ever heard or read about sleeping in chastity did not prepare me for the experience. The evening of puppy play my girlfriend Amber had led us through had been perfect, including our new foray into chastity, so when she asked if I wanted to keep it rolling I enthusiastically agreed. Mercifully, she unbound my wrapped limbs and hands and removed the tail butt plug, giving my body a rest from the play. The leather puppy mask stayed on, but without the bone gag it was no trouble to wear. The chastity, of course, stayed on.

My enthusiasm for the continued play waned a little when a raging hard-on, straining at the boundaries of the stainless steel cage, woke me up. Looking down I could see the whole locked package jutting out from my body in a way that I had never seen before and didn't look super healthy.

I could have safeworded, could have gotten Amber to wake up and unlock me and we could talk about it in the morning, but honestly I was still high from the night we'd had and I didn't want to immediately bail on our first try at chastity play. Lots of people sleep in these things, right?

Taken together, all of this manifested in a distinctly canine whine. I was rolling and twisting around at the foot of the bed and my whimpers were apparently loud enough to disrupt Amber, who rolled in her sleep and mumbled something like "is my little puppy struggling?"

I whined again and was expecting some measure of comfort or something like that, but instead she grabbed what was usually my pillow and threw it on the floor.

"No disrupting my sleep, puppy, if you can't manage that you sleep on the floor." I was momentarily stunned and she snapped her fingers at me. "G'wan, git." She yawned and I stumbled off the bed, now not just struggling with a night erection but intensely humiliated and turned on. I had wanted to be treated like a dog and that was what I got.

I decided I wasn't sleeping anyway and I might as well make do, so I laid on the floor until I heard her breathing settle into its gentle sleep rhythm and then I crawled as quietly as possible out of the bedroom, heading to the freezer.

As I crawled to the kitchen I realized I could walk and use my hands, no one was watching, but anyone who has hit a kinky groove knows not to screw it up. I nosed the freezer door open and used a closed fist to paw the package of frozen peas onto the floor where I picked it up in my teeth and returned to my pillow. Placing the peas so they would cool off my locked up cock, I settled in and tried to sleep.

I ended up getting more sleep than I might have guessed but less than an actual dog can manage on the floor, but eventually the sun was peeking through the curtains and I saw a groggy Amber peek her head over the edge of the bed.

"How's my little puppy?" she asked with a smile.

I gave what I thought was a happy but occupied bark and looked down at my locked cock, which had swelled with morning wood and was not being helped by the mushy, warm bag of peas.

"Aw, do you need to take care of something, boy? " she asked.

It suddenly occurred to me that she might make me pee outside like she did the night before, and how in broad daylight when our neighbors might be on their way to the farmer's market was a lot scarier. I had visions of sunlight reflecting off the steel cage and catching someone's eye. Luckily she read my mind.

"It's OK boy, you can use your inside spot. Go ahead."

I barked gratefully and trotted to our walk-in shower. Raising a leg and aiming at the drain as best I could, I relaxed and let loose.

Pissing in chastity had gone OK the night before, but that was prior to a night of swelling and smashing and twisting and turning. This time the stream hit one of the bars directly and sprayed more or less everywhere, including all over my standing leg and foot. I heard Amber enter the bathroom behind me.

"Uh oh," she announced playfully. "Someone's a messy little puppy." She turned on the shower and pulled the attachment loose. I yelped as ice cold water hit me. "Oh shush," she chided. "Such a dramatic little dog."

I tried to move for an effective rinse but kept whining about the water. She finished rinsing me and shooed me out of the shower stall, leaving me to drip on the floor while she dialed in the hot water and took her own shower. She exited and dried me off after tending to herself. She commanded me to face away from her and put my head down, and after a moment I felt her easing a finger or two into my ass and warming me up for the tail plug. Having re-installed one of the more important aspects of the puppy vibe she washed up and then snapped her fingers for me to follow her to the kitchen.

From there she microwaved some breakfast sausage and cut it into bite-sized pieces, then poured herself some cereal. Sitting at the breakfast bar with her cereal and a plate full of sausage, she snapped her fingers and brought me in front of her.

"Up," she said and I reared up on my hind legs, arms held short and in. "Good boy!" she cried and tossed a bite of sausage. It bounced off the snout of my mask and I scrambled to snap it up. Eating off the floor isn't the most sanitary practice but hey, dogs don't know any better.

We repeated this command/trick/sausage routine for lie down, speak, play dead, and roll over, and then she put the plate of sausage in front of me and told me she'd be back. I ate, and when she returned she had her purse in hand and a backpack over her shoulder, wearing what I felt like was a sexy casual outfit, a mini dress that showed off her elegant neck and shoulders as well as the lower half of her toned legs, paired with a pair of sandals.

"Good news, boy! My friend said her and her pup are up for some fun today! Let's get you in the car."

My head went several places at once. My girlfriend and I had played around with others before, but never in puppy mode. Was I supposed to ride in the car in puppy mode? That meant going outside again.

Reading some of my concern, she assured me that we'd make it quick and then she clipped the leash to my collar. Barking my acquiescence, we headed toward the back door.

I had to wait as she turned to lock the door behind us, and from my position on all fours I didn't see any of our neighbors. She fished at the door and moved towards the car that sat in the driveway, and I managed to make things worse for myself by instinctively heading towards the driver's side door.

"Silly puppy!" My girlfriend laughed in a voice neighbors could definitely hear if they were listening. "Aw, does doggy want to drive? Not today, boy, in the back." Maybe as a bit of mild punishment for this mistake she made me sit before she would open the door, then jerked back on the leash and made me wait until she gave me the OK to scramble into the back seat.

I wasn't entirely sure how to ride in the car in dog mode, but she managed to get the lap belt over me while I was lying on the bench seat. It probably wasn't even all that safe with the belt, but I trusted my girlfriend. If we were doing this, we weren't going far and she would drive very carefully. I settled in for the ride.

I could tell she drove carefully, but it ended up being a reasonably long drive as we headed out of our small city and into more suburban/rural territory, sizeable houses on large lots. After weaving our way through some neighborhoods, we pulled down a long driveway and into a backyard that was surrounded by substantial privacy hedges.

As she took me out of the car I took a look around and saw a big chain-link cage covering the rear most door of the house, what looked to be a basement door. I got the feeling things were about to get pretty interesting.

Any trepidation or embarrassment I felt over being in puppy mode in front of someone else lasted about two and a half seconds, long enough for Amber's friend to come out the door with a big smile and a leash in her own hand, at the end of which trailed a dog of her own. A gorgeous, female dog.

The new dog was restrained as I often was; with pads at elbows and knees, her ankles were taped to her thighs and her wrists to her biceps, leaving her crawling unsteadily. A fuzzy tail sprung away from her backside, bouncing as she moved in a way that suggested a solid buttplug connection.

Her head was less adorned than mine, with just a pair of floppy dog ears tucked on top of head of wavy brown hair and a silicone bone gag held in her mouth by a locked strap. Finally, my eyes came to rest on what looked at first glance like a sort of silver thong held on by a leather waistband, but what I slowly put together was a female chastity belt. So, two locked puppies being introduced to each other. She was otherwise naked, and I tried not to stare at her breasts, which swayed gently as she moved around. I felt myself swell in my cage.

"C'mon in!" Amber's friend cried. Her puppy barked several times in excitement, which earned her a grab of the collar and a forced sit. "Easy, girl," Amber's friend cautioned.

"God, Gwen, it's so good to see you!" I wondered if Amber had used her name for my benefit. Gwen turned back into the house and her puppy trotted after her. Amber bounded up the back steps and I did my best to follow quickly.

As we entered the house Gwen was motioning for us to follow her through a door and down some stairs. Going down stairs wasn't something I had much experience with - our place was all one floor. But I saw Gwen's puppy turn around and go down the stairs backward, and I marveled at how well she could move while restrained. I followed suit and the stairs went OK.

We emerged in a finished basement, carpeted and with a cushy movie lounge / game room sort of vibe. There was a door at the back and Gwen walked to it, calling over her shoulder to Amber.

"Okay I def need to catch up with you but let's let these two get to know each other, okay? Have you met Princess?"

Gwren's dog, Princess apparently, bounded over to Amber and bashed gently into her legs, scuffling in a circle around her, sniffing loudly. She completed the circle and fell back into an upright sit and Amber squealed with delight.

"Look at this gorgeous girl!" Amber cried. She crouched down and scratched Princess behind the ears. Princess' mouth dropped open around the bone gag and her tongue emerged, panting and smiling wide. "Whosagoodgirl" Amber cooed. Princess barked in appreciation.

"We are def going to catch up," Amber said to Gwen, "but I need Knogle to be a bit more presentable." My puppy name was Danish, a private joke between us, and part of Amber's background. Gwen didn't appear to blink. Amber snapped her fingers and pointed in front of her feet. I hustled to obey and Princess gave a bit of a whine as I tried to gently move her aside. "On your back, boy" Amber commanded and I rolled right over.

Reaching into the backpack, Amber took out several rolls of vetwrap and my knee pads. With a practiced hand, she quickly had my legs bound like Princess' were and then prompted me to hand her each of my paws to wrap them as she had the day before. She unclipped my leash. "You listen to what Auntie Gwen says now, be a good boy!"

I barked in response and rolled upright. Gwen was standing at the back door.

"Here, both of you," she said firmly. Reaching into a basket by the door, she pulled out a soccer ball. "You two are going outside to get to know each other while we catch up. You be good and don't get all messy and we'll let you back in in a bit." With that she opened the door, tossing the ball as she did so, and Princess gave me a bit of a shoulder check as she bounded out the door in pursuit of the ball. Lost in the moment, I barked and followed course.

As the door shut behind us I heard a deadbolt slide home, and I glanced around our enclosure. It was what I had seen from the driveway; a large chain-link fence cube was attached to the back of the basement, with a door to the larger backyard secured by a chain. Princess and I were really out here until someone let us in. We could always whine and paw at the door, I realized.

Princess had pushed the ball into a corner that featured several other dog toys and was now moving around the perimeter of the enclosure, sniffing and snuffling. She was really committed to this dog thing, I thought, and decided that I had no reason not to try to match that energy. Amber was pushing our puppy play farther than it had ever been before, and I wanted to honor that with my full participation.

I set to sniffing and snuffing around the perimeter the same as Princess, but starting as far away as I could and moving in the opposite direction. That left us almost running into each other at the section opposite the door, and Princess gave a soft bark as we both pulled up. She immediately started in a circle around me, and I decided to let her.

She sniffed me as she went, going around once fully before returning to sniff at my ass and locked up cock. I gave a bit of a start as she quickly laid three or four tongue strokes across my swollen balls, and as I did so I heard laughter coming from the house.

Spinning around, I saw Amber and Gwen through one of the basement windows, apparently sitting at a table that overlooked the back yard and sipping a cup of tea. They laughed, apparently enjoying the show, and then turned back to each other.

Princess and I both turned from looking at the window to looking at each other. I had so many questions.

How often do you guys play like this? You couldn't possibly be living like this, right? Have you played with many other puppies? Are you and Gwen like owner/pet, is there sex involved, how long have you been in chastity?

My brain was reeling. But it still didn't feel like I should say anything. Gwen and Amber might see us talking, plus Princess had a bone in her mouth. So I barked. That's what dogs do, they bark.

We saw Gwen and Amber turn back to each other again and Princess shuffled away from me, dragging a big blanket from her toy corner and doing her best to push it into a pile along the cage wall. I joined in and she crawled on top of it, very clearly occupying only half of it and looking at me. I took the invitation and shuffled on, and together we settled down, two puppies on yard time until told otherwise.

After a bit I started to fall asleep, surprising myself momentarily before I thought about how lousy my sleep had been the night before. But even beyond that, we were lying in the warm spring sun, a soft breeze occasionally drifting through the back yard, and I could feel the soft warmth of Princess' body. "I could get used to this," I thought to myself as I drifted off.

I startled awake as the back door opened again and I could tell that Princess had been in the same state. Amber and Gwen emerged with wide smiles on their faces.

"You two looked so cute!" Gwen cried. Princess and I looked at each other and I saw that she was blushing. My mask hid most of my face, though I'm sure she could tell that I was as well. Amber and Gwen crossed the cage quickly and each clipped a leash to our respective collars and with a click of the tongue led us both inside.

They directed us both to sit in front of the couch, then Gwen flopped down in front of me and Amber in front of Princess.

"We got to talking in here," Gwen started, "and a bit of a disagreement surfaced."

"Yeah," Amber chimed in, "Gwen has this crazy idea that Princess is better at eating pussy than you are, Knogle!"

I barked in protest, only to have Princess bark at me and utter a low growl. She took this puppy thing seriously!

"We'll see if it's such a crazy idea!" Gwen cried. "Look, there's only one way to settle this. You are both gonna get your favorite snack, and we're gonna settle this."

I let out what I thought was a confused whimper. I was sitting in front of Gwen. What was happening?

"Okay," Amber said, "Okay boy, I hear you, and that's sweet. But we wanted something like an objective measure here, nobody cheating or overplaying their hand, and somehow this made the most sense." She was looking back and forth from me to Princess and her eyes came to rest on Princess. Princess blushed again and smiled at Amber, who leaned forward and unbuckled Princess's bone gag

I'm not the jealous type. I have a great girlfriend, a great relationship, and her getting her pussy eaten by a friend's girlfriend didn't strike me as anything I had to worry about. Plus I was sitting in front of Gwen! If Amber trusted me to go down on somebody else and not leave her, I could do my part.

Amber was pulling her dress up and her panties down now, and Gwen hustled to follow. Amber beat her to it and snapped her fingers at Princess. "Get in here, girl," she muttered and Princess barked and leapt forward, burying her head between Amber's legs. I admit I was a bit lost in watching this happen, cursing the reality of my chastity cage, when I felt a hard jerk on my leash and practically fell forward into Gwen's crotch.

I tried to put whatever was happening with Amber out of my mind - I wanted desperately to watch it happen, but I realized Amber's pride was on the line and I needed to focus. I think Princess figured she had the advantage, given that I was wearing a leather puppy mask and she wasn't. But the puppy mask had a very decent chance at being my secret weapon.

The muzzle of the mask was a molded piece of leather, stitched at the front/underside but smooth at the tip of the nose. If I had some back pressure against the mask I could shift it up my face a bit, moving the end of my tongue farther out under the muzzle. Combining these two things, I could use the end of the muzzle to put pressure on Amber's clit while using my tongue to massage her folds and probe inward. If Gwen liked it how Amber liked it, I liked my chances.

That turned out to be the case. I knew Amber well and despite my attempts to focus I could hear her breathing, and comparing her breathing to the feeling of Gwen grinding against my mask I knew I had the right thing going. I kept at it, eagerly lapping at Gwen's pussy, and before long she was screaming, grabbing my head with both hands and grinding her clit against the mask.

I smiled and sat back and Princess dropped away from Amber to look longingly at Gwen and I, only to have Amber mutter "oh no, no no no puppy you get back here." She drew Princess back between her legs and made sure she finished the job.

A few minutes late the four of us sat there, letting the moment wash over us. "Bitch," Gwen said to Amber, "you weren't lying." She sat up on the couch and started scratching me under the chin. "You're a pretty talented little puppy! Yessssyouarearne'tyouyessyouarrrrrrrrre."

I barked happily and Princess growled at me again, which drew laughs from Amber and Gwen. "Awww," Gwen said as she hurried to scratch Princess under the chin, "you're cute when you're jealous."

Gwen was standing up now, drawing her underwear back on. "Well a bet is a bet, and I can admit when I'm wrong. Would you two like to know what we wagered?"

Princess and I both sat up straight, staring at Gwen. She was dragging the coffee table that was between the TV and the couch out of the way. "Over here, girl," she said to Princess. Princess bounded over and sat at attention. "Present." Gwen told her firmly. She twisted away from facing Gwen and put her face on the ground, sliding her forearms back and raising her ass in the air.

I was distracted by the sight, I have to admit, and I didn't notice Amber moving until she slid behind me, running one hand around my chest and using the other to slide a key into the lock on my chastity device.