He held the black latex dress high so I could push my arms into it. I was surprised that the dress had a thicker latex section around the midriff. After pulling it over my perky tits, we eased it down my body. When it was finally gripping my midriff and it was zipped, I was staggered by the way if transformed my figure into an hourglass shape.

The low-cut neckline showcased my small tits by pulling them in, to create a modest cleavage. I had to pull the front up because the edge only just covered my nipples. Annoyingly, it kept slipping down and revealing glimpses of my areolas. The length of the dress, high thigh, was just okay because the latex gripped my thighs when I was standing.

However, I was worried about sitting down in the dress. What underwear would I be allowed to wear? I wondered, because any edges would show through the smooth latex and destroy the streamline effect.

I ran my hands over the glossy material and breathed in the heady scent of latex. I had become mildly dizzy with excitement. "It's tight, Miss, but I think I could get used to it."

"Your Master requires you to get used to it, girl. Step into your shoes, then walk around the room."

Both Mistress and lad stood back and watched me parade around. Wearing such a daring latex dress was something I never imagined I'd ever do. It wasn't me, and yet the sensations I felt strutting around the room could only be described as thrilling.

Simon stopped me and dropped to his knees. "Turn around, Zoe and put your hands on your knees..." I followed his order, wondering why.

"Oh!" I exclaimed when he pushed a finger into my thigh tunnel and in the process, rubbed my labia cleft.

"The length is perfect, Miss," he commented, then stood up.

Piece by piece, Melvin was gradually rebuilding my persona like the scientists built the Six Million Dollar Man. The revealing, lewd latex outfit, was another piece of the jigsaw that complemented the haircut, piercings and tattoos. The reflexion in the mirror proved that my Master was getting what he wanted - his very own submissive Pet...

The next latex dress off the rail was dusky pink. It had a similar tight bodice, but it had short skater skirts. Made from soft filmy latex, the material swirled around my thighs at the slightest movement of my body. There was something ultra-feminine about the dress that excited me intensely.

The third and final dress was the most daring. It was made from black and yellow latex. It was tight and a similar shape to the first dress, but it had a semi-transparent yellow bodice panel with black edging and cross strips.

It meant my tits and nipples were semi-visible through the fabric. There was also a transparent strip around the short, tight skirt hemline, which would enable people to see right to the apex of my thighs when sitting. I wouldn't dare wear such an audacious dress out, but I suspected I wasn't going to be the one deciding whether I did or didn't.

I didn't want to take the dress off because I was going to try on the Puppy suit was next. Unfortunately, I had no option but to remove the dress with the aid of the very helpful Simon. Once I was naked, Stella fetched a bag and put the three dresses in it. "Those are for you to take home. Be careful with them because they are worth about eight hundred pounds."

"Eight hundred pounds!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, and I'm sure your master will be buying more outfits on your behalf in the coming weeks and months."

What did she mean by, 'on your behalf'? I wondered. It sounded as though Stella was suggesting that I was going to have to pay for the clothes she supplied at Melvin's request. While I was worrying about that aspect of wearing expensive latex dresses, Simon opened the larger box, and after lifting out the Puppy suit, spread it out longways on the floor.

I gawped at the latex garment. "Oh, it has hair," I gasped.

Stella frowned at me, then she realized what I meant. "Yes, of course. All our Puppy-girl pelts have fine hair. Didn't you know?"

I shook my head. "I've only seen one Puppy-boy and his costume was made from smooth latex."

"The boys will soon get fur. You're looking forward to getting a new suit, aren't you Simon?"

"Yes, Miss, I am."

She returned her attention to me. "Get on all fours, girl, so Simon can fit the bands again. I'll be back in ten minutes and I expect you to be dressed."

As I dropped to the floor, I studied the light golden haired 'pelt' and the parts I could see, like the realistic paws on the front legs. It looked like an expensive bit of kit. Simon joined me on his knees, pulled up the bands to tie my legs, then opened the second box. He picked out a rolled strip of plastic, which was laying on another furry item that looked suspiciously like a doggie hood with ears.

"Zoe, this is a special collar for wearing under the suit." He unrolled the strip. "Sit up and I'll put it on you." He watched me adopt the sitting position with my knees spread wide. "I see you've had some training."

I looked down at my bulging pussy and blushed. "Oh, er, yes. I've just come from Davina Rogers' warehouse. They showed me some postures, like how to sit."

A look of surprise came over his face. "She had Rex with her?"

"Yes, I met Rex..."

He looked around and seeing that Stella hadn't returned from the stock room or office, lowered his voice. "Girl, I'm going to be at the club tomorrow. Look out for me before the rut race starts. I'll keep you company if I get the chance." He fondled my left tit as he spoke.

"You... you... you're going to be here, um, as a Puppy-boy?"

"I'm always a Puppy-boy at the club."

"Simon, I don't think I'll make a good 'Pet'."

"Believe me, girl, you're going to be the centre of attention tomorrow, but remember, unless Davina shows up, I'll be the only Puppy-boy who'll know you."

It sounded as they the Puppy-boys were going to be competing against each other. "This rut, is it some kind of competition?"

He wrapped the strip of plastic around my neck. "Sure. The members will be placing bets on the best performer. Now hold still while I unpeel the contact strip." It didn't take a second to fasten the flat collar around my neck. He patted my shoulder. "Come on, drop onto your hands and crawl forward. I have to start with your hind legs."

Once I was crawling, he put a hand on my ass and guided me to stand over the costume. Then, kneeling behind me, he started to feed the suit up my folded legs, inch by inch.

"Is it too tight?" I asked him when he seemed to be struggling to pull it all the way to my ass.

"No, this is normal. I'm stretching the latex, so It'll go over your feet and butt..." He pushed my ankles further apart, to the side, then lifted the material over them and onto the top of my buttocks. He gave it another yank up my body then placed his hands on my pert cheeks. "Girl, this booty looks sensational... Stand still while I adjust the slot for your pussy."

I gritted my teeth when he kneaded my large lips with his thumbs further through the narrow slot. Then, tugging on the material, he moved it until a more rigid line of latex was dead centre and pulled into my ass crack.

"Perfect!" he exclaimed. "Now, sit back, so I can do the upper part."

I did as I was told and rocked back onto my ass. In reality, I was sitting on my heels as I waited for him to come around to face me. "So, you work here and turn into a Puppy-boy in the evenings?" I asked as soon as he was kneeling in front of me.

He prodded my nose gently with a finger. "I ought to turn your collar on. Puppy-girls aren't supposed to ask questions."

"Oh, is it a big secret?"

He grabbed my right wrist with one hand and lifted the suit with the other. "Make a fist." I did as I was told, then he started to feed it into the arm hole. "Normally, if you were going to be in this suit for more than a couple of hours, I'd tape up your fists..." He continued to work the sleeve up my arm until my fist was snug in the paw.

My left arm was just as awkward, due to the lack of give in the thick latex. However, Simon was a strong lad and the powder on my skin helped him to finish pulling the material up my arms. After drawing the back up to my neck and pulling the obstinate latex over my shoulders, he was able to start easing the zip up my tummy and between my tits.

He stopped briefly to ensure my nipples and their barbell adornments were poking out of small holes in the fabric, then drew the zip up to my neck. I sat there stunned into silence while he pulled my nubs and areolas further through the small holes, making it look as though I had giant nipples! They were some compensation for the fact that the tight latex almost flattened my tits.

Simon got my attention by twisting my nipples. "These are great, Zoe. Make sure you let the members see them when you're in the club rooms. That means sitting in the begging position..." He guided my paws up beside my tits. "When you're told to sit, always sit like this.

It was a totally demeaning pose with my large red nipples pointing like bullets and by white cunt bulging like the side of a burger bun.

Simon couldn't resist referring to it. "And, you won't be able to hide these beauties," he said, reaching down and stroking my convex labia lips. "This is going to follow you wherever you go!"

My cunt looked obscenely lewd bulging forth from the short golden fur surrounding it. I could also see the 'MW' tattoo through the thin latex and fine fur.

Simon pushed his fingers lower into my succulent entrance for a second, then retrieved them with a sample of my juices. "You're loving this kink aren't you?"

I was stunned by his assertion. "No, not really," I replied uncertainly. I knew that my body was responding favourably to being wrapped tightly in the latex Puppy suit, but I didn't want to admit it. My libido was also reacting to the heady scent of the material.

I was imprisoned and at the mercy of those in charge of me. It was a terrifying thought and made me wonder about the depth of my submissiveness. I had been forced to do so many things and yet there I was, allowing myself to be slowly transformed into a Puppy-girl!

The final piece of the Puppy-girl costume was a latex hood, also covered in matching gold fur. It covered my whole head and neck, bar an oval 'window' for my eyes, nose and mouth. It had floppy ears and like the rest of the suit it was extremely tight. One odd thing was a hard lump incorporated in the chin of the hood. I could feel the metal disc pressing against my skin, just below my lip.

Then to complete the outfit, Simon fastened a pink leather dog collar around my neck, over two layers of latex and one inner strip of plastic.

"Girl, come and sit by my seat and I'll program your collar. I'm almost certain that your master will accept the pelt you're wearing. So, once I've sorted your collar, the whole costume will be ready to put on you when you arrive tomorrow."

I sat down beside the young man and couldn't help but be impressed by his thoroughness. While he was fiddling with the computer, I took a closer look at the fur. I was fascinated by my front paws which were almost identical to the real thing. My rear paws were attached to my stouter rear folded legs so weren't quite so realistic.

I had worn a yellow chick costume, on a Saturday, outside Orbital motors, giving out leaflets to passers-by. It was a complete costume and covered my face as well, so I hated it at first. After six hours though, I had gotten used to it, even though the guys ribbed me continually during the sales event and for several weeks afterwards. The Puppy costume was having a similar effect on me, so I decided I could bear it for a limited period of time.

"Can I go and look at myself in the mirror, Simon?"

"Wait a minute..." He clicked the mouse a few times and typed several words, then plugged a small microphone in a USB port and pointed it at me. "I want you to bark and make as many dog sounds as you can imagine, but don't make any human sounds."

I had some practice at Davina Roger's warehouse, so I knew what was required. "Ruff, ruff, grrrrrrrrr, ruuuuuuuuu."

"Very good, Zoe. The collar is now armed so restrict yourself to those dog sounds."

I meant to ask him whether he was going to take the costume off me straight away, having checked that it fitted me, but I was too late.

He switched the computer off and swivelled the chair. "Go and take a look at yourself before I take you downstairs to the kennels.

Kennels? "Ruuuuuuu," I whined and didn't move.

He grinned at me. "You've got to spend a couple of hours in the suit and then we'll check it again when you're hot and sweaty. The kennel Master, John Truman, will put you through your paces before returning you to my Mistress."

That wasn't what I wanted to hear. "Ruuuuuuu," I tried again.

"Huh, don't worry, the Puppy suits are made from a revolutionary latex, developed in Japan. Because the fabric affects people in different ways, we need to know how your body copes in a stressful situation."

He stood up so I trotted over to the mirror. At first, looking at my body from the side, I could hardly believe the creature in the reflexion was me. Apart from my head, I looked like a sleek, short-haired Afghan Hound. The pelt had been made with longer fur on my legs, and on the back of the hood, to disguise the fact that the suit was in two parts.

When I turned to look at my ass, I gasped, for I was both shocked and amazed at the sight of my Puppy rear. Thinner latex was stretched tightly over my bubble-like ass cheeks, to ensure both tattoos were clearly visible through the sparse fur. But, the focal point of my ass was my prominent labia lips, bursting forth from the top of my furry thighs. They were larger than I remember and glistened lower down near my fleshy entrance.