Leather Toy
Leather Toy
By: Rakuen Growlithe
Disclaimer: The story and all characters belong to me and may not be used without permission.
AN: This story was inspired by a picture drawn by Paddy.
http://us-p.vclart.net/vcl/Artists/Paddy/leather_toy.jpg
Also thank you to Keita for beta'ing this story.
The tight feel of my collar provided my one anchor to reality as I was led, blindfolded and gagged, by my master. He had in mind to test out some new toy of his, which he had recently acquired, and had determined that it would be more fun if I was completely unaware of what was about to come.
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I had met my master nearly a year before that day, through a mutual friend. On that day my friend had, after a considerable amount of persuasion, managed to get me to tag along to a party of his.
Although I disliked such social gatherings I was nevertheless loathe to attend without making some sort of attempt to look good. I had washed and combed my short, thick tan-coloured coat, of which I was very proud. Almost all of my body was covered by my soft pelt. The majority of my coat was a dark yellow, that everyone told me was reminiscent of desert sand, with the dorsal side punctuated by minute flecks of dark brown fur and the underside of my muzzle, belly and tail, a pure white. I checked my reflection in the mirror, seeing a handsome wolf looking back at me through amber eyes. I clipped on my collar, made of lacquered, black leather, which I had bought for myself as a birthday present the previous year. To finish off I pulled on a pair of baggy shorts, black with a blue stripe down the side of each leg, and set off to my friend's house.
A short while after the commencement of the festivities, I found myself standing alone in a corner. It always seemed to end up that way and I was just bout to sneak back home when another guest arrived. Late. He stepped inside, apologising to my friend, the host, with whatever excuse he had for his tardiness.
That had been when I had first met the fox I came to call Master; after agreeing a few weeks ago to be his toy. It had certainly been tough to get used to. Even though I was a submissive wolf he was still a fox and old prejudices are hard to break, although now my master has completely ridded me of such speciest inhibitions. I am now well-accustomed to following behind Master, his gentle, yet firm, paw gripping my leash. Most of the time my forepaws are enclosed in padded, leather gloves, without fingers, and my hind limbs bent with my ankles bound to my thighs. The position leaves me as helpless as a feral, more so actually since my body was not designed for such a position.
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I trailed blindly behind Master, knowing where he was taking me, his basement, also known as his dungeon, but not what I would find there. I cannot say I did not feel a bit apprehensive even though I trusted my master completely and knew he would allow no harm to befall me.
I heard the low creak of the basement door and felt the sudden chill of the air. Master loved the ominous sound that the door emitted, going so far as to fire his last maid when she oiled it and brought an end to the creak, at least until Master himself saw to the removal of the oil.
"Come on, Dune," called Master and I felt a gentle tug on my lead.
I crawled forward on all fours; the padding on my gloves and knee-pads keeping me comfortable even on the hard, stone floor.
I felt Master's paws ruffle the fur on my head, his touch easily coaxing a murr from my body. His hands continued to weave paths over me, gliding along my immaculately-groomed fur until eventually they descended down my arms.
"Stay still," I was commanded.
My sensitive ears picked up the soft click of the locks on my gloves being released. Master gently slid the thick gloves off of my paws and I gratefully stretched out my cramped fingers.
"I'm taking off your blindfold now," he informed me, flicking my ears playfully, "but you are forbidden from opening your eyes."
I nodded, "Yes, Master."
As the moulded, leather strap was gently removed, making my vision grow a bit brighter as more light fell on eyelids, though the intensity was still a far cry from normal light, the dungeon being mostly lit by candles.
Master scratched the top of my muzzle before enclosing it within his paw and gently holding it shut. I felt the fingers of his other paw run lightly over my face, brushing my fur the wrong way and letting it fall back into place. He stopped suddenly and I felt his presence leave. I gave a low whine, disliking being separated form Master, especially when it meant an end to his petting. The blissful feeling of him stroking my fur never failed to relax me and I remembered the warm feeling of lying at his feet, watching television as his fluffy brush teased over my resting form.
"I'm right here," whispered Master in response to my whine, "You can relax; I'm just getting my new accessory for you."
I sat back on my haunches, awaiting his return from wherever in the room he was.
The sound of clinking metal caused my ears to flick in its direction and it was soon followed by master's soft, padding footfalls as he approached me.
"Raise your head, my toy."
Obediently I lifted my head, as if I were howling up to the stars. I felt nothing for a few seconds but then came the familiar feeling of leather being slid along my muzzle. My first thought was that it was a muzzle but when I felt it go up against my forehead and the further I realised that it was something much more extensive. As I felt it slowly engulfing my head I panicked and let out a nervous yip as I began edging back in order to extricate myself.
"Hey!" barked Master, "Stay still."
He placed one of his paws on the back of my head and pushed my face inside, tying its bonds and securing me inside. The hood now contained my entire head; it gripped my muzzle, preventing me from opening it more than a crack, clung tightly around my skull, cupped my ears in their own private prisons and, judging by the decreased light, had no eyeholes. As far as I could tell, the hood only contained two holes at all, one for my neck and the other at the tip of my muzzle for my nose.
Master chuckled, the sound muffled due to the leather encasing my triangular ears, "Having fun, pup?"
I gave an unsure whine. Although I was used to being just a part of Master's property I had never before had my senses so cut-off and I was certain I would shortly be losing a great deal of freedom as well.
"Stand on all fours," commanded Master.
I complied with his wishes and stood obediently in front of him.
"Good puppy," he said, stroking my back as a reward.
I gave a happy murr from receiving the compliment and nuzzled his legs with my hood. He patted my side and then lay a heavy leather blanket on my back. He wrapped it around my body and strapped the two ends together underneath me. I meeped in shock, even more so when he then tugged my hood back I heard the click of locks securing the hood to what I know realised was a complete, leather bodysuit.
Master pushed me onto my back, kneeling down with one of his knees resting on my chest, pinning me with his weight. I'd never been bound so completely and despite my trust in Master I couldn't help but struggle as a bit of fear swept through my mind.
"Stay still!" barked Master, grabbing my paw in his own and pressed down on a pressure point.
I grunted and tensed up as a jolt of pain rippled down my arm. After he released the hold I panted in my hood as I slowly recovered, my arm temporarily wakened. Master had previously made me stand still while he searched for all my weak point, saying it was an easier way to punish me and that it wouldn't leave ugly marks on my body.
"I'd rather not hurt you, Dune, but if you don't do what I tell you to I won't hesitate to punish you. Understand?"
I nodded, the action accompanied by a submissive whine.
"Good boy," murred Master, stroking the arm he had just inflicted his punishment on.
Master kept his knee pressed down against my chest, making it harder than usual to breathe, a problem exacerbated by the leather hood that kept my muzzle closed. I felt him stretch my arm out, holding it firmly by the wrist. From the shift in his weight I could tell that he had leant to the side to reach something. That something was a covering for my arm which he then slid down my arm until the open end reached my chest, whereupon he fastened the sleeve to the body of the suit. I tried to flex my fingers but they had curled up into special compartments and the end of the sleeve and were now immobile.
Master repeated the procedure with my other arm before releasing the bonds that near-constantly held my legs bent. He slid my legs into very similar attachments as those on my arms and locked them to the body. Once those were on the only part of me that was not encased in the leather suit was my bushy tail.
"Heh. What's my toy think of this new addition?" asked Master, standing up and allowing me to move again.
I rolled on my stomach and got up on my hands and knees, finding the stiff leather resisted my muscles during every motion, making it tough to move. I brought my arms up to feel around the suit and discovered that there were metal rings at my joints and certain other locations, such as my chest, along the surface of the suit were long straps of leather to provide reinforcement and all the joins between the separate pieces were tightly sealed. I was trapped inside my own leather prison.
The End