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Bound to Please

What a long night it'd been. Siaru lay wrapped up in his queen-sized bed, nestled snuggly underneath his fluffy sheets, safe, warm and most of all, comfortably content. For reasons unknown, his head lay throbbing heavily in an irritable manner, along the lines of his body telling him 'get a glass of water you lazy bum', but his arms and legs were too relaxed in the luxury of a warm bed to do anything about it. Not just that, but the sheets must have been on really tight, as he found himself unable to even move his limbs, though that was hardly an issue due to his state of laziness. His mouth lay open, his jaw slightly sore to the point where he couldn't be bothered wasting his small store of energy keeping it closed, unlike his eyes which remained tightly shut, only the pure bliss of dark being within his vision.

As his mind started to get back into gear from such a deep sleep, he began to think a little about his situation. Even if his eyes were tight shut, the blinds in his room should still be letting some sunlight through to send glare into his eyes, unless of course he'd slept all day and it was night-time, but that seemed unlikely.

"I'd better not sleep too much longer" he thought drowsily "else I'll end up wasting the rest of the day." His penis hardened from the normal 'morning wood' that plagues most, if not all men, except it strained against his underwear like normal. Normal, except Siaru didn't feel like he was wearing underwear at all, an odd occurrence as he normally slept with a pair on. As his thoughts drifted away from his softening cock, he began to realise other oddities, the feel of fabric around his legs as well as his waist. In fact, the only thing that didn't feel out of place was his lacy 'just-a-little-too-small' singlet which gave him the feel of waking up naked AND feeling prettier at the same time, only that today was very different. He still couldn't move his limbs, so he settled on opening his eyes to get a view of his surroundings.

Black.

"Am I really too tired to keep my eyes open?" his mind pondered. He opened his eyes again, with greater resolve. Only he found they WERE open.

Black.

Was he blind? Did he drink too much las-

BAM!

The sound of a heavy door slamming startled Siaru out of his dreamlike trance. However the only thing different to what he was just envisaging was the lack of his warm bed, and instead there was a thin mattress less than a few centimetres thick keeping most of his body off the floor around him, his feet and ankles just off the padding touching what must have been stone or tile. His limbs couldn't move. His mouth was open. The feel of cloth in various places bar his underwear was there. He took some comfort in at least having his own silky fabric around his chest, but aside from that the rest was very unfamiliar. And how his body ached! His head was the worst by far, the throbbing of late night meddling taking its toll on the poor wolf, his limbs hurting from being bound and along his arse cheeks ran lines of a light searing, tingling sensation.

This he knew from mind and body only. He still could not see, and he was forced to deduce that he was blindfolded. And soon everything made sense. Someone had gotten ahold of him last night through some shady means, spiking his drink, a blunt object to the head, or maybe just passing out from drinking too much. Either way his head hurt, and it was unlikely to go away as he realised his embarrassing and compromising situation. His only salvation was to call for help

"Mmmmmph!"

Gagged. No wonder his jaw was sore. A few slight movements of the tongue gave him the feel that it was a ball gag, quite the kinky toy but quite restricting at the current moment. He thought about how much pleasure his captor would be enjoying at the sight of Siaru trying in vain to beat the gag, but there was just no way out of it. It felt well crafted, and aside from the giant red (he assumed the colour) ball in his mouth, the rest of the device was somewhat comfortable, leather straps running over and around his muzzle and head in a complex fashion to give maximum restraint and security to ensure that it would never fall off.

"Great..." he thought, moving his attention to his arms and legs. From the position his aching limbs told him he was in, he dreaded to think just how 'exposed' and compromising his body was. He knew all too well he was in his favourite 'rough doggystlye' position, face down and arse high up, though there was no changing out of it with the bindings he was in. His legs were bound just above the ankles with restraints of soft yet tight leather, tied down to restraint holders built in on the cold floor, no chain to allow even the slightest movement. Moving up, his thighs had their own leather restraints around each leg, with a very generous spreader bar in between to keep Siaru nice and ready for whatever awaited him. The tight leather bracelets made another appearance at his wrists, with his arms tied back to his thigh restraints, a lock similar to the ones holding his feet in place. Clearly his captor did not want Siaru moving even slightly.

While that was all the restraints Siaru could feel, the wolf couldn't help but wonder about the clothing he was dressed in. He knew all about girly clothes, and could easily tell that it was a pair of thigh highs running up his legs, the feel of the stockings easily identifiable, an odd trait most males to possess. The well-fitting fabric around his waist took him a little while to figure out before he settled on it being a short skirt, as he could feel soft, thin fabric on his tail. Not only had his captor gone and dressed him up, but there were plenty of unnessecary things Siaru could feel on himself, and judging by them he assumed they were to add more insult to injury in terms of degrading the wolf. He knew he was wearing a pair of high heels, the arches on his feet a very familiar feel due to his private sessions alone, as well as a well-fitting collar around his neck. He couldn't tell if a leash was attached, but he did know there was a tight chain binding running from his collar to his tail, pulling the fluffy appendage backward in order to expose his rear even more. And as to the final insult for the poor wolf?

A metal chastity device neatly fitting around his penis and balls, firmly secured with a heavy padlock.

The end result for anyone walking in on the room was a very seductively dressed wolf 'girl' lying bound to the floor in a very private room. Her rear stuck up, legs spread, tail pulled back and no sign of underwear would give a very inviting look to any heated males looking for a bit of fun, with her restraints secured to ensure that there would be plenty of action for the men that did stop by, her blindfold in place to guarantee anonymity for the sake of all customers. And most importantly, this willing girl was equipped with two very important devices to give her customers the service they deserved. The metal device around her 'assets' would ensure she would remain a girl for as long as the heavy padlock remained fastened in place, and the very convenient ball gag would give customers of all sizes the satisfaction of being able to slip inside the wolf girls rear without any complaints.

Siaru whimpered through the ball gag at the thought of being used by men regardless of how big their dicks were. But this thought was soon washed out as he heard the door slam shut behind him as someone stepped into the room.

He couldn't tell who, not by footsteps, there was no voice and the blindfold prevented any peeking. However, the boots did sound distinct upon the floor. Metal and leather he assumed. And he immediately felt his heart sink as he made the conection.

In the room was most likely his new Master. Or Mistress.

To be Continued

Cadray, 2013