It was a chilly March day, so Susan Mitchell was at least a little thankful for her current attire. She was currently chained by the neck to a dog house just outside the main farmhouse. The location and the chain were appropriate given how she was dressed. Late last evening, Jacoby had unlocked her and placed a black latex suit on the cellar floor. He had ordered Susan to lie face down on top of the suit. He bent the woman's arms upward towards her neck and then he pulled two latex sleeves over her folded arms and zipped them up so her hands were pinned to her shoulder blades. Then he grabbed each of her ankles and bent them up until they touched her bare ass. The man zipped the two rear latex sleeves of the suit over her legs as well, covering her feet up to her butt. At the bottom of each of the four sleeves were thick cushioned paws and that was when Susan realized this was a dog suit, or a "bitch suit" as Jacoby called it.
Jacoby helped Susan onto her elbows and knees. He roughly grabbed each of the young woman's breasts and pulled them out through two small holes in the latex. The holes had elastic around them which he pulled tight around the base of her breasts, causing them to balloon outside the suit. The man attached a pair of clamps to the girl's nipples, each with a small bell on the end of them. He zipped the rest of the suit around her neck and fastened it with a collar with a leash attached. Then he finished zipping her in. She realized the suit had a hole at the back, so her pussy and anus would also exposed as well as her tits. This did not surprise her.
The man pulled a hood over Susan's head. The hood completely covered the girl's eyes so she could not see anything. Her nose stuck through a small hole, allowing her to breathe. Two long floppy ears hung off the side of the hood, just like a dog's. Jacoby pressed on Susan's lips to open them up and roughly shoved a circular ring into her mouth into which he inserted a plug. The plug gag was attached to a snout that stuck out from her face. The man buckled the snout around her head so her face as now completely covered except for the two small holes for her nostrils.
Positioning himself behind her, Jacoby applied lubricant over to a large butt plug with a fluffy tail attached to it. He pressed it against her anus and pushed it slowly until it popped into place. Then he buckled a heavy collar around her neck. The man knelt down next to her so she could hear through the latex hood. "There are a few things you should know. The collar is a special bark collar, but instead of being tuned to dog sounds, it is tuned to your voice, based off recordings Stephen had. If you speak, you will receive a sharp electric shock. Second, the paw pads are pressure sensitive. If you put too much weight on your rear paws, as if you are standing up, for example, you will receive a shock. So it is recommended you remain on your hands and knees. Do you understand?" Susan nodded her head, afraid to speak.
The man attached a leash to the collar and led the woman up the cellar stairs slowly to the side yard where the doghouse stood. He wrapped the lead around a pole and padlocked it. Susan curled up on the cold ground to sleep. This wasn't the first time Susan had found herself dressed in an outfit like this. Just a few days after she became Stephen Krutz' captive, he had placed her in a similar suit and made her perform at a football game as West Valley's cougar mascot. Susan was surprised she could still remember distinct abuses Krutz and his cronies had inflicted on her after all these months.
Jacoby returned and woke her up by spraying cold water on the rubber suit to clean it. He had her sit up and grabbed the leash and pulled her towards the house. The suit must have had a small speaker in it, because she could hear the man's voice clearly. "We are having a pet party tonight and since I am between pets, Stephen let me borrow you," he said. "Let me be clear, you are to act as my pet tonight. You will do whatever I tell you to do. The consequences will be far worse than anything you have ever felt if you disobey me." Susan did not say anything and let the man lead her blindly to the house. When they reached the door, the man bent down and pulled aside two small slits in the suit hood, which allowed Susan to see slightly straight ahead, with no peripheral vision.
As she was led into the party, she could see the men dressed in tuxedos and women dressed in elegant gowns. Each man or woman had a pet at their side on a leash. Some were dressed like her in dog suits of some sort. Some simply knelt by their master wearing very little clothing. A few simply stood next to their master. It was one of these pairs that caught Susan's eyes. She recognized Miss Jennifer almost instantly as the tall blonde was hard to miss in her short black dress that accentuated her firm body and showed off her cleavage. But it was the woman standing next to Miss Jennifer who caught Susan's attention. The striking brunette wore a long red dress and red heels. She had a thin gold collar around her neck with a gold chain hanging from it. There was no way Susan could not recognize her best friend, Brittany Daniels, even though she had not seen her for months.
