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It started innocently enough. We had been doing bondage for a few weeks after meeting; he liked to tie me down and use my naked body. He would always gag me, sometimes blindfold me.

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One night, in his dungeon, we were getting ready for a new session when he had me kneel on the floor, then put me on my hands so that I was on my hands and knees. I was instructed to close my eyes, and soon I smelt the scent of neoprene, and something was being slid over my head. It was snug and warm to my skin. I kept my eyes closed, anxious to see what had been put on me. Maser followed with a thick leather collar around my neck. He pulled it snug, but not enough to choke me.

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A lead attached to a ring in the collar tugged. I was instructed to keep my eyes closed as I was moving across the floor on my hands and knees. The concrete floor was hard on my bare knees, but I tried to maintain my balance as the leash was tugged and Master moved me forward. The tugging stopped, and I was halted.

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“Open your eyes.”, Master commanded.

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From my darkness, I saw myself in a mirror; I was in a black neoprene dog hood. A chill ran down my spine, and it totally changed my mindset. As I was taking in this change in my mindset, Master’s gloved hand came down and lightly stroked my head, running between the two-pointed ears that were on the sides of the hood. Only my eyes were visible through the holes. I thought it was weird to see green eyes on a dog with a black head.

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That was the start of my long road to being a dog for my Master. But this wasn't just putting on a hood; it went deeper.

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After that, I wore more rubber as a base layer.

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A few weeks later, I covered the rubber with a heavy leather suit that was restrictive and kept this dog on all fours.

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Finally, I'm in the full furry character suit. The design is realistic and heavy, and I am now a full animal.

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