Finding myself imprisoned in a latex Puppy-girl suit,
for maybe up to 5 weeks, was, without doubt, the most shocking and confusing
moment of my life. It wasn’t just the lewd aspect of the suit and having my
head covered with a hood, it was also the claustrophobic sensation that gripped
my senses.
Thinking we were trying the Puppy-girl costumes on
temporarily, both Jessica and I allowed the women to pull the tight latex suits
onto our bodies and fasten them in place. My excuse? Well, I was suffering the
effects of drinking 3 glasses of champagne.
Then, after inhaling the heady fumes from the thick
latex, covering virtually every square inch of my body, I was incapable of
thinking straight, or objecting to what was happening. Everything was going so
well, until I was trapped in the latex costume.
Prior to arriving in the basement and donning the
suit, I had just signed a couple of documents in Jenny’s office, including a
power of attorney form. The solicitor, Georgina Callum
and my agent, Jenny Cole, guided me through the formalities, then afterwards
encouraged me to celebrate my financial liberation, with a glass or two of
strong champagne.
I was prepared to put everything in the hands of a
solicitor, so I could spend all my time and energy earning money, acting in
movies. Jenny had earlier confirmed that she was giving me a part in her new
film, ‘The Mistress of Latex Manor’.
With that knowledge in the back of my mind, I behaved like a novice surfer,
riding the crest of a wave – recklessly thinking about becoming a star.
The truth was, since arriving at the agency, I had
allowed my standards to slip. I had acted badly by committing some risqué, lewd
acts, completely going against my normal quiet comportment and shy character. I
didn’t regret the sex with Damon, because I thoroughly enjoyed myself, but
taking my panties off in front of three strange men and discussing masturbation
was a step too far.
When I heard about Jenny’s new film, I was desperate
to act in it. However, there was never any mention of being chosen to play one
of two Puppy-girl roles; probably because they knew I would reject it. Then
after allowing them to dress me in a latex suit, Jenny announced that we were
going to have to be trained at a special facility, so we didn’t fuck-up while
on the set.
Her words were still ringing in my ears as we set off
through the maze of film sets in the basement of the Dean Street building - ‘Okay everyone, listen
up. These two Puppy-girls will, from now until the end of filming, be called
‘Pink’ and ‘Blue’. When they are in the house or on location, Cassie will be
Pink’s handler and Mary will be Blue’s. Stephanie is in charge and will keep an
eye on both of you and the bitches.”
When our handlers, who were dressed in pink latex
maid’s outfits, asked questions, Jenny’s answers increased the sense of panic I
was already feeling.
‘I have arranged
special accommodation for them until we start filming on the first. They are
here until about nine this evening. I want you to take them up to the day room
and give them something to eat. When I ring up, I want you three to bring them
down to the board room. I’m going to introduce you to the rest of the cast.’
When one of the ‘maids’ asked where we were going to
pee, Jenny produced a flat plastic bedpan and told Mary and Cassie to slide it
under our asses and make us squat over it.
Cassie gave my lead another tug and I did my best to
keep up, on our way through the exhibition-like film sets. My new ‘paws’ were
comfortable to walk on, but it was a struggle to crawl at speed.
It was Jessica, my fellow Puppy-girl, who complained
first. She was just behind me and being led on a leash by Mary.
She started barking. “Ruff, ruff, ruff!”
I was relieved when Cassie stopped and turned to see
what the fuss was about. “What’s wrong, Mary?”
Mary was frowning at Jess, who was sitting and
resisting the pull on the leash. Stephanie, dressed in a black, sparkly latex
outfit, similar in style to the maids, was approaching and didn’t look very
happy. I trotted back beside my handler and waited while Steph bend down and
glared at Jess.
Being foursquare behind Stephanie, I witnessed, for
the first time, the effect the design of the costume was having on our pussies.
The latex covering our labia majora drew it apart, exposing to the elements our
line of clitoral flesh, highlighting our labia minora lips. Steph was lucky in
that her clit meat and minor flaps were modest.
On the other hand, Mine and Jess’s were more
pronounced, so our exposed pussies were bound to be even more of a shocking
sight. The others, I was sure, had all appeared in multiple porn movies, so
probably weren’t as worried as I was. I should have been the one complaining,
but I was genuinely afraid of being punished via the shock band around my neck.
“Blue, this is not a game,” Stephanie berated Jess.
“Damon and Jenny decided you and Angel were perfect for this role, so you’ve
just got to get on with it.”
“Ruff!” she barked, shaking her head.
Steph stood up and unfastened the crop from her belt.
“Until the filming is over, this is the last time I’m going to talk to you like
a human. You know Jenny told us to treat you like dogs.” She lifted the crop
and tapped the palm of her free hand with it. “Are you going to behave for your
handler or not. Remember, Mary will be judged on how well you behave, so buck
your ideas up!”
I was surprised by her determined tone. It was almost
as if she had been practicing the role. I was also envious of the confident
youngster, because Jenny had chosen her to be in charge; and that she got to
wear the black sparkling latex outfit. It was the same design as the maid’s
costumes, which was based on a tight leotard that squeezed their bodies into
eye-catching hourglass figures.
With the addition of long stockings, long gloves and a
hood, the only skin showing was Stephanie’s face and the narrow strip at the
apex of her shapely thighs. The three girls had the luxury of an identity and
would enjoy watching their performances when the film hit the screens. Jess and
I, on the other hand, were going to be anonymous in our all-over Puppy-girl
suits.
When Jess still didn’t move, Steph raised the crop in
a threatening gesture. “I don’t want to use this, Blue…”
“What’s going on here??” I turned my head to see Damon
approaching from the direction of the lift. “Steph, were you going to use
that…?”
“Er, well, Blue won’t move,
Sir. I think she’s decided to behave badly.”
“Hah! A fine dominatrix you’ll make if you can’t
control your puppies. Give me that…” He snatched the crop from her hand.
“Sir, I was giving her a chance.”
“Get on your paws, Blue!” He commanded. “…and stand
next to pink.”
I wasn’t surprised to see Jess respond instantly to
his command. We were both in his elite group which was called ‘Buffs’. Jessica
was his number one girl, so it probably annoyed him to see Steph threatening
the girl. Conversely, Jess adored Damon so I wasn’t surprised to see her jump
when he barked an order.
“Tell me what’s going on, Steph.”
“We’ve got to call them Pink and Blue and treat them
like dogs. Cassie is Pink’s handler and Mary is looking after Blue. Jenny has
fitted a punishment strap around their necks to stop them from talking and make
them bark like dogs.” She held up the bedpan. “This is for them to wee in and
we’re on our way up to the day room to give them something to eat.”
From my lowly position I could see the confidence
returning to Stephanie’s face. She knew a lot about the punishment straps so
must have been briefed by Jenny before the gear arrived. Stephanie and Jenny
were close, so it wasn’t surprising that she got the best part, playing a young
dominatrix.
With the addition of 4” stilettos and a wide black
leather belt around her tiny waist, she cut a fantastic figure. She and the
maids were also wearing leather cuffs on their wrists and ankles, along with a
leather collars around their necks. The quality of the restraints was high and
matched the tone of the latex suits perfectly.
Damon walked around the pair of us, spending more time
examining our posteriors than our ‘doggie’ heads. I jumped when the crop flapper stroked my
pussy, as did Jess when he touched hers.
The big man showed the trio the flapper. “You have two
extremely excited bitches. Arm yourself with some tissue and keep their cunts
dry.”
“Yes, Sir.” They responded in unison.
We both looked at each other and I could see anger in
Jess’s eyes. We both wanted to complain about what they were doing to us.
However, neither of us had the nerve to test the shock bands that were gripping
our throats beneath the costume.
Damon tapped us both on the ass. “Bitches, drop your
shoulders and dip your backs. I want to see those asses in the air, ready to be
whipped.”
“Sir…” It was Mary’s meek voice. “Pink was behaving
herself…”
“Mary, the pair will respond to your commands better
if you punish them both for any bad behaviour,” he explained. “Sometimes it can
be more painful to see a friend suffer for something you’ve done. Do you
understand my point?”
“Yes, Sir,” all three girls responded.
“And, we all have to be on the same page. If the
bitches misbehave, they have to be punished. Three strokes should be
sufficient…” He handed the crop to Mary.
The pretty youngster looked horrified. “You want me to
whip Jen… er, Blue?”
“If you don’t, I’ll give you three, then the bitch
gets hers. If you want to star in the movie, you all have to show some metal.
You have to convince the audience that you are in control of your animals. Now
get on with the punishment.”
Mary, desperate to avoid a beating, moved to the side
of Jess and raised her arm. Thwatt! Thwatt! Thwatt!
“Ruuuuuuu!” Jess howled when
Mary delivered three strokes across her upturned cheeks.
I wasn’t convinced that she was hurt, because Mary’s
blows were weak. But, it was a good idea to fake the pain and avoid any further
blows.
Damon wasn’t persuaded either. “Mary, that was
pathetic. I’ll deal with you later. Your turn Cassie…”
The slim black actress was far more extroverted than
Mary, so I was dreading my strokes. She didn’t hang about. Thwatt!
Thwatt! Thwatt!
“Ahhhhhhh!” I cried… Uhhhhhhhhh!”
Twin stabbing pains in my neck paralyzed me for a
second and then, having sent a shock wave through my nervous system, turned my
joints to jelly. I almost collapsed, but I somehow managed to keep my balance.
“Looks like those devices work!” Damon exclaimed in a
callous manner. He turned on Mary. “Are you capable of handling the bitch, or
shall I tell Jenny to replace you?”
“No, please give me another chance, Sir. I… I saw how
Cassie did it… I know now…”
“Okay, Mary, I’ll keep the crop. You and Cassie take
the bitches and the bedpan upstairs.; I’m going to have a chat with Stephanie.
She’ll be up in a minute.
“Yes… Thank you, Sir.”
Claire tugged my leash with more vigour
than before. “Come on, bitch. Get a move on.”
We set off once again at a brisker pace. I was only
just recovering from triggering the punishment band. However, the thought of it
happening again, terrified me and inspired me to move quite a bit faster!