A puppy play story – chapter one

Silverbolt: A Puppy Play Story

Erotica by Gassed_Puppy
This is the story of my transformation into my Mistress’s puppy and why I have never looked back.

Author’s Note: I wrote this for my Mistress and it is based on some role-playing that we have done. My Mistress runs this clinic and found about my medical and rubber fetish awhile ago and up until now I have seen her for those desires. This will be a three day weekend session unlike anything I was expecting.

Chapter 1: Transformation
Friday
The door opened and I was face to face with Crystal, my Mistress. She was in what looked kinda like a business suit; it was a dark green color and made of rubber! The cut looked familiar put I just couldn’t place it. Black rubber gloves covered her hands and her feet were in very sexy calf high rubber boots. I nonchalantly tried to take a big whiff of the rubber scent flowing off of her. “We’ll it seems as if you approve.” She said a bright devious smile on her delicious lips, her eyes shining with compassion and playfulness.
“I do indeed, but if I may say that I do prefer the nurse outfit better,” I replied blushing sheepishly.
“Aww, you’re so cute, come here and give me a hug while you still can,” she replied as she enveloped me in her soft rubber arms. I was I bit taller than her but she was a bit barreled chested which made me feel smaller. Her hair was shoulder length with blonde details. I inhaled her scent of honey and vanilla along with the rubber giving me a hard on. As we released she continued “This outfit fits more with what we are going to be doing today, you will get to see the nurse outfit though.” My smile beamed at those words. “Wait here while I get some gear Joshua,” she snickered at that, prompting me to raise an eyebrow, “and I when I get back we will be in scene until Monday, Ok.”
“Ok, Crystal,” I say getting her real name out for the last time. She smiled as she walked back into an ‘exam’ room leaving me waiting and anticipating. In the reception area, like you would see at any normal clinic office, a few chairs, old magazines and an empty receptionist desk. My mind was running in circles trying to figure out what was going on, soon my Mistress came out with two boxes, one was closed up and she put on a counter just out of my line of sight and the other she place at my feet.
“Ok, first thing, you can’t be in street clothes take them off.” She said motioning at the box. I had been nude before her before, but she had had me strip behind a screen.
I looked at her and asked nervously “Mistress, you usually have me strip behind a curtain.”
She smiled, and shot back “Yes, I know that, but today you need to do it in front of me.”
I almost asked ‘why’ but thought better of it. Changing into uniform day in and day out I had stripping down to an art form. First my shoes and socks into the box. Then my ball cap, and into it went my wood hammerhead shark necklace, my dragon bracelet, my nautical star wristband, my Seiko watch, my silver northwest Indian wolf ring, my wallet, and keys. As I pulled my cell-phone out to join the rest of my stuff Mistress said “I’ll take that, just in case anyone needs you for work, otherwise your mine,” a mischievous look appeared as she finished her sentence.
“Yes mistress,” handing the phone over she took and set it to vibrate and slipped it into a pocket on her suit. Putting the hat with all my loose items I continued by climbing out of my t-shirt not seeing the lusty look in her eyes as my soft chest hair was exposed, by the time it was over my head the look was suppressed. I folded my shirt and in to the box it went, This was normally when I pulled my work shirt on the cover my boxers while I changed into my work pants; that wasn’t an option today. I looked shyly as I began to unbuckle my shorts and as they came down there was no hiding my erection, my face flushed with red. Mistress had seen my hard cock before, but in this way it was truly humiliating and surprisingly…erotic. I stood up but Crystal gave me that look that told me I wasn’t done. I slowly pulled my boxers off and to the box they went along with my dignity.
“That’s better my pet,” she cooed. It struck me as odd though, she had called me ‘pet’ before but there was something different in her voice. “Next we need to get you in the proper attire” she said going to the box and pulling out a black rubber mass. She began unfolding the rubber, it making that great swishing sound as it became clear it was a catsuit, she draped it over a nearby chair and produced a another rubber article, a pair of rubber underwear with a cock sheath, I had seen these online before, at least I thought I did. Mistress took the pants and covered them lightly in talcum powder on the inside, “Now pet I need you to put these on and then we will work on the catsuit,”
I happily replied “Yes Mistress,” dark brown eyes filled with delight, I had figured out one thing. On our last session during the ‘exam’ portion she had taken extensive measurements and with all of her rubber outfits I figured these were custom made for me, and I dared asked the question. I put on my best sub face and began, “May your humble slave ask a question Mistress?”
Her eyes beamed back, a pleased smile on her lips, “Yes pet?’
“Were these custom made for me?”
“What a good boy!” she replied playfully as she ruffled my short dirty blonde hair. I glowed at her touch as she continued, “yes they were, I think you’ll really like what were going to for the weekend, so few of my clients are into it, and you’re the one I really figure would appreciate this and I feel we have a real connection. What a smart boy I have.”
“Thank you Mistress,” I softly said taken aback by her generosity. I wriggled my skinny butt into the underwear noticing a hole for my ass and as I worked my penis through the sheath the head popped out. I was afraid I had ripped at first but then noticed the reinforced ring around the head. I had never seen anything like these ones. I looked up at Mistress confused and red.
“Oh those look so good on you my pet,” she cooed “They did a fantastic job! Now for the catsuit” she said brining it over and helping me into it. “First you little feet,” she placed my feet into the cold rubber mass, “then your legs” she brought the cool rubber up my strong tattooed calves turning them sleek and black, smoothing it out as she goes on as the suit came up to my knees I noticed padding integrated into it. I give her a puzzled look, but she just smiled deviously and ruffled my hair. Working up my thighs making sure there were no wrinkles in it she got to my private areas. Mistress took my cock and forced it into the proper position. I winced as she did; she then gently slid the catsuit up all the way to my abdomen. “That’s a good boy, now stick your arms out in front,” as I did Mistress gently worked the sleeves up encasing them in black rubber. She pulled them tight against my thin arms making them nice and smooth. Slipping behind me she whispered in my ear, “ok, take a nice deep breath,” as I took a breath she quickly zipped me up encasing me in rubber. Rubbing me up and down Mistress made sure there were no wrinkles. “”Fantastic!” she replied, now we get to the good part my pet,”
I moved my arms and legs feeling the rubber hug every curve I looked down at myself and loved every inch of me. “This is really nice Mistress, thank you,” I replied, a huge grin on my face.
“Glad you think so, but now you have to listen, this is not your typical BDSM scene, but I think you’ll enjoy it,” Mistress went over the box and pulled out a collar with almost a reverence, it was simple black leather collar with a D-ring in the center with an O-ring hanging from it. This would be a great normal BDSM collar, but something else caught my eye. From the O-ring was a silver dog bone tag, like someone’s pet would have and that’s when it all fell together. The uniform looks like a rubber dog trainers uniform, all the odd phrasing of pet and the snickering at my name, and the rubber sheath made my penis look like a dogs. She must have read my face “oh yes, my pet, I can see you put it together from now until Monday you are my rubber puppy.”
“Wait, what” I say as my mind races, “I’m into med-fet and rubber, but this,” I motion at the collar, “is a little scary.”
“Aww, I know, but please trust me, have I not come through for you before? This is your chance to leave all your concerns and just be my puppy; I can guarantee you will enjoy it.” She said with a smile as she petted my hair the rubber scent invading from my suit and her outfit. “And look, you’ve got your own name tag,” she brought the collar closer so I could read the engraving.

MY
PRECIOUS
PET
SILVERBOLT
I read the tag and I was stunned, she named me. I had been curious about the BDSM scene and ran across some puppy play things and receiving a name from a master was great thing, it meant you belonged, that you had found an owner. “Is this something you want?”
I looked in her gorgeous eyes and saw behind the Dom in her was a pleading for this. “Yes Mistress, let me be your puppy.” I said my head bowed submissively. I never realized where those words would take me.
“Good boy,” she cooed, making me shiver all over. She ruffled my hair pleased with the response. “Now the ground rules no human speech, you will be down on all four for a good amount of time hence the knee pads, you will use a puppy pad to pee, you will eat from a dog dish though it will be human food, you will be my little rubber puppy, do you understand?”
“Yes mistress, I understand.”
“Good, now after the collar goes on you will act like my puppy as I finish dressing you.” She then took the collar slowly wrapping it around my neck; buckling the straps I then heard a click, like a lock. As she came into my line of sight she made a display of placing a small key in her pocket.
“That’s my puppy, now down on all fours like a good dog.”
I quickly got down on the cool tile floor, the knee pads becoming very apparent and very appreciative. I gave resounding “Wruff!” as I hit the deck.
“Very good!” she exclaimed as she stroked my chin. “Now paws,” she said pulling out rubber mitts with buckles on them from the box.
I looked at them wanting to ask about them but stifled my voice and made my best questioning puppy noise, “Arp?”
“Well,” Mistress began “we can’t have you using your hands and I don’t know any dogs without paws. Now give me your paw,” she cooed gently taking my rubber hand and closing it into a fist. Mistress then slipped the mitt over my hand preventing me from opening it. The thick rubber outside was very restrictive but comfortable. Unbeknownst to me the bottoms were padded with a soft gel in between the rubber layers to help with hand fatigue. She buckled the mitt on tight to keep it on, but loose enough for comfort. “Now the other one Silverbolt.”
I shuddered at her using my ‘name’ my entire body shaking in ecstasy.
“See, I knew you like being my puppy Silverbolt,” I shivered again and raised my ‘paw’. “Good, boy,” she smiled as she ruffled my hair.
“Arf!” I exclaimed as the other mitt was slipped on.
Going back into the box Mistress then brought out two more toys, a set of ears that were black and tan in color, and a matching muzzle, both were rubber. “Now for your face,”
Mistress made a display of brining the muzzle towards me. It had two sets of straps and basically combined my nose and mouth. It had an opening large enough for me to use my mouth. I also noticed some snaps on the inside. She gently placed my muzzle on me and buckled the bottom strap on. Placing the ears on she slipped the other strap through the headband securing them to my head and finishing my doggy face. “Aww your so cute, who’s my good puppy, who’s my good my boy?” she teased, “Does Silverbolt want a treat?”
“Arf!” I barked happily.
“Here you go,” she pulled out a small piece of meat, “up, up, c’mon up.” I got up on my haunches and did my best puppy begging. “Such a good boy,” she cooed putting the treat in my mouth.
I chewed the snack and it was beef jerky! Teriyaki flavored, my favorite. As I finished I gave a “wruff!” and got back on all fours.
“That’s my Silverbolt,” Mistress petted me and stroked me and made feel like a loved pet. “Now there is something missing, can you guess what it is my smart puppy?”
I thought about it, then it hit me, I had no tail! I motion with my doggy snout to my backside and made an “arr,” sound.
“That’s right, no tail, we’ll fix that right now.” I thought she was going to bring out a belt with a tail, but no; as I saw what she brought I shivered in fright. It was a rubber dog’s tail…attached to a buttplug.
“Woah, wait sec Mistress,” I cried out, only to be silenced.
“No, bad puppy, no talking, Mistress will have to punish you later for that, but for now we have to use a training aide,” she snapped bringing out an O-ring with snaps on either side. She quickly unbuckled the muzzle and snapped the O-ring to the snaps inside and put the muzzle back on, my mouth open and drooling fixed around the ring.
“Aroo,” I whimpered putting my head down in submission.
“I know it’s uncomfortable, but it will help you learn not to speak. Now for your tail” she said bringing the tail around so I could see it. I was a small, thin plug for beginners and on the end it had a rubber tail and every time she moved the device it set the tail wagging. “This won’t hurt,” she said softly and slowly, “You will feel pressure, but it be well lubed and slip right in, and it will look sooo cute on you.” I stared at it with apprehension in my eyes. She looked back at me with those stern, kind eyes only a mistress like her could have.
I looked down again and barked “arp,” softly in resignation.
“Good boy,” she whispered and ruffled my hair. She took the tail placed a condom on it and lubed it up. “Now come here to mistress,” she made the ‘come here’ motion with her finger, as I crawled on all fours like a dog she took my head into her rubber breast. “That’s my good boy,” she began cooing to me softly and gently as she reached behind and unzipped my backside exposing to the cold air. Soothingly she placed the tip of the plug on my rosebud, the cold lube making me jump. “Ok, Silverbolt I need you to bare down on it.” As I bore down on the rubber invader I felt the weird sensation of it slipping past my rectum, no entirely unpleasant, but the pressure was uncomfortable. A few tears welled at the corners of my eyes. “It’s ok, here it goes” she whispered tenderly, “one…two…three and it’s in.” She held me close stroked my hair and held me close wiping my tears away. She zipped up my back locking the plug in keeping it from popping out.
“Let’s see what you look like now,” Mistress pulled out a mirror and held it up to me I saw my puppy face in black and tan drooling through the gag in the muzzle; my sleek shiny, rubber body from head to toe; my ‘paws’ which I lifted and noticed they had a paw print design on the bottom; and finally my tail which waggled every time I wiggled my butt. I had to admit to myself I looked pretty cute as a puppy. I guess my eyes said everything, “You think you look as cute as I do, don’t you Silverbolt?”
“AROOO,” I howled.
“Such a good boy!” Mistress exclaimed rolling me on to my back and began giving me belly rubs. I was in heaven. I was Silverbolt; the rubber puppy….

Chapter 2 coming soon