It had been three weeks since Lucas had spent a tantalizing twenty-four hours as Klara’s rubber puppy, and he remained locked in the steel chastity belt she had placed on him.

Every step he took sent a sharp ache through his balls, a constant reminder of how full and strained he felt. The steel belt pressed against him relentlessly, amplifying his frustration and desire. He was engulfed by an almost unbearable level of horniness that gnawed at him throughout the day, making every moment a struggle against the overwhelming need.

The steel chastity belt was both a physical and psychological torment, keeping him acutely aware of his predicament and deepening his craving. His love for Klara was intense, yet she had made it clear that their relationship would continue only while he remained in chastity.

Lucas arrived at the latest summer barbeque and patiently waited for Klara to arrive.

She walked in, radiating sweetness and cheerfulness. Her blue and white dress fluttered gently, accentuating her soft, caring demeanour.

Yet, beneath that gentle exterior lay a powerful, seductive side that delighted in dominating men and turning them into her rubber playthings.

With a warm smile, she approached Lucas and enveloped him in a hug. Her perky, firm breasts pressed enticingly against him, sending a thrilling shiver through his body.

Lucas couldn’t help but moan softly, his cock straining painfully against the steel chastity belt.

“How is my little puppy doing?” she teased, her fingers playfully toying with a small set of keys—the keys to his chastity belt.

“Do you still want to prove your devotion to me, or would you prefer I be with someone else?” she asked, her voice a mix of playful challenge and genuine curiosity.

“I want to be with you, but this chastity belt is driving me crazy. Can you please take it off so we can have normal sex?” he pleaded.

“No,” she replied firmly. “You stay locked in that belt, or we’re finished. I thought you wanted to make me happy, Lucas.”

“I do,” he admitted, his voice strained. “But it’s so hard. I really need to cum.”

Klara’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You just need more training, and you’ll be a happy puppy,” she said, her tone both reassuring and commanding.

She hinted at a new challenge with a glint in her eye. “The next session will be for a whole month. You’d better decide if you still want to be with me.”

A month as her rubber puppy seemed overwhelming to Lucas. He was filled with disbelief, wondering if he could truly endure it.

His thoughts were interrupted by her perfect ass as she bent over to pick up the keys she had dropped. Her dress rode up, revealing her firm, toned backside.

Straining against his cage, Lucas, overwhelmed by desire and the sight of her perfect ass cheeks, agreed to the deal. His mind was focused solely on Klara.

Klara smiled, hugged him, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

They mingled for a few more hours before returning to her house. Klara went to her room to change, instructing Lucas to strip.

Lucas undressed, his body burning with unfulfilled desire. He ached to feel his cock inside Klara, whether in her pussy or her ass. He was willing to do anything to be with her.

When Klara emerged from her room, she was clad in black latex, clearly embracing her role as a dominatrix. The sight of her in that outfit only intensified Lucas’s longing and anticipation.

Lucas was leaking out of the chastity belt onto the floor. He had never been so in love in all his life, and he had never been so horny in all his life.

Once Lucas was fully suited and restrained, Klara approached him with a set of devices: a shocker designed for his balls and a voice-controlled shock collar. She placed the shock collar around his neck and adjusted it to fit snugly. It had a remote control and a voice-activated setting, which would administer shocks if Lucas didn’t follow her commands precisely.

She then positioned the other shocker around his balls.

“Now, let’s go over the rules,” Klara said with a commanding tone, her fingers lightly brushing against his rubber-clad form. “You’re to behave like a proper puppy. That means barking instead of speaking. If you do anything else, you’ll feel the consequences.”

Lucas’s eyes widened as Klara’s fingers hovered over the controls. The shocker and the collar represented a new level of intensity. Despite his apprehension, he nodded, fully aware that his willingness to comply was crucial for the experience.

Klara’s first command was simple. “Bark like a dog.”

Lucas let out a hesitant bark, trying to adhere to the new rule. Klara observed him closely, her eyes assessing his performance. She made sure to keep the shocks to a minimum as long as he followed orders correctly.

However, as soon as he faltered or hesitated, Klara’s fingers quickly adjusted the settings. A sharp jolt of electricity surged through his balls, causing him to gasp and tremble. The shock collar delivered a simultaneous shock to his throat, amplifying the sensation and reminding him of the consequences of disobedience.

Klara’s approach was methodical and precise. She used the shocker and collar sparingly but effectively, ensuring Lucas remained constantly aware of the need to comply with her commands. His movements and reactions were monitored closely, with every misstep met with immediate correction.

As the training continued, Klara’s instructions varied, ranging from simple commands to more complex tasks that tested his obedience and adaptability. Each time Lucas faltered, the combination of shocks and Klara’s firm but encouraging demeanour drove home the importance of his role

Despite the intensity of the training, Klara’s approach was both assertive and attentive, balancing discipline with a focus on Lucas’s well-being. Her ultimate goal was to push his limits while ensuring that he remained engaged and committed to the experience.

At the end of the first day, Klara led Lucas to the kennel, her hand resting possessively on his back. She guided him inside, locking the door behind him with a soft, deliberate click that echoed in the small space.

She knelt beside the kennel, her eyes gleaming with mischief and control. Reaching through the bars, her fingers brushed lightly against his balls, sending a jolt of sensation through his body. She began to fondle him slowly, her touch both gentle and teasing, making him strain against the chastity belt with every caress.

As her fingers worked their magic, Klara leaned in close, her lips just inches from his ear. "Does my little pet like this?" she whispered, her breath warm and intoxicating. Her voice was soft, and sultry, each word laced with playful cruelty that sent shivers down his spine.

Lucas moaned softly in response, his body trembling with need. He could feel his arousal building, the frustration mounting with each passing second as she continued to toy with him.

Klara’s fingers moved with practised precision, stroking and squeezing just enough to keep him on the edge. "You’re so close, aren’t you?" she teased, her lips brushing against his ear. "But you know I won’t let you finish. Not yet."

Her words only heightened his longing, the desperate ache in his balls intensifying as she continued her relentless teasing. Klara’s whispers became more intimate, more suggestive, as she described all the things she would do to him in the days to come, her voice dripping with erotic promise.

"You’re mine, Lucas," she purred, her fingers giving a final, firm squeeze. "And you’ll stay mine as long as you can handle the torment." She lingered there, her breath hot against his skin, before finally pulling away, leaving him aching and unsatisfied in the darkness of the kennel.

As she stood up, Klara cast one last, lingering glance at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Sleep well, my little pet," she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of wickedness. "Tomorrow’s just the beginning."

Klara’s sense of mischief was palpable as she prepared for the next phase of their training. With Lucas fully encased in his rubber puppy suit and his chastity gear securely in place, she attached a leash to his collar and led him outside for a walk around the neighbourhood. The prospect of this outing was both thrilling and humiliating, a blend of public exposure and complete submission.

As they strolled down the sidewalk, Klara walked confidently, her demeanour composed and assured. Lucas, on all fours, followed closely behind her, his movements awkward and constrained by the restrictive suit. Every crawl he took was a reminder of his role, his rubber-clad body drawing attention from passersby.

The neighbourhood was relatively quiet, but as they turned a corner, Klara’s friends emerged from a nearby café. They were a group of familiar faces who knew both Klara and Lucas well. Their eyes widened with surprise and amusement as they spotted the pair.

Klara’s friends exchanged glances and giggles, clearly intrigued by the sight of Lucas in his rubber puppy gear. One of them, a woman named Emily, pulled out her phone and began recording, capturing every moment of Lucas’s humiliation.

“Hey, Klara!” Emily called out, her voice filled with playful curiosity. “What’s going on here? Is this some new pet project of yours?”

Klara turned to her friends with a bright smile. “Oh, hi everyone! Yes, this is Lucas. We’re exploring a new dynamic, and he’s embracing his role as my rubber puppy.”

Lucas could only bark in response to the laughter and questions. The collar around his neck was equipped with a shock feature, and any deviation from barking resulted in a jolt of electricity to his balls, making him flinch and whimper in response.

As Klara chatted with her friends, discussing the latest neighbourhood gossip and sharing stories from her week, Lucas remained on all fours, his face a mask of humiliation and discomfort. He tried his best to follow Klara’s commands, barking obediently whenever he was addressed.

Emily and the others found the situation both hilarious and fascinating. They laughed and took turns capturing video footage of Lucas’s predicament, their amusement evident as they watched him interact as a rubber puppy.

Klara, unfazed by the attention, maintained a relaxed and engaging conversation with her friends. She occasionally glanced back at Lucas with a mixture of pride and amusement, her control over him evident in every command and gesture.

The walk continued with Klara’s friends thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. They made playful comments and teased Lucas, their laughter ringing out as they captured the scene on video. Lucas’s humiliation was complete as he remained in his position, subject to the whims of Klara and the entertained audience.

Eventually, the group bid farewell, and Klara guided Lucas back home, his face flushed with embarrassment but his submission unquestionable. The outing had been a powerful display of public degradation and control, leaving Lucas with a profound sense of both vulnerability and arousal.

Back at the house, Klara’s smile remained warm and satisfied as she removed the leash and began to address Lucas’s needs. “You did very well today,” she said, her tone both affectionate and authoritative. “I hope you enjoyed our little walk as much as I did.”

Lucas could only nod in response, his mind processing the intense blend of emotions from the public display. The experience had pushed his limits further, cementing his role in their evolving dynamic and leaving him eager for whatever came next.

Lucas had yet to adapt to this degrading new routine. Every morning, Klara would wake him with a sharp jolt to his balls, the electric shock searing through him and jolting him from sleep.

Without a word, she would lead him outside, treating him like the obedient pet he had become, as she allowed him to relieve himself on the grass like an animal while she waited for him to finish.

Afterwards, she would feed him from a bowl on the ground, forcing him to lap up his water and food in a manner that stripped away any remaining semblance of dignity. Klara watched with a satisfied smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement at his submission, before beginning the day’s training.

Each day, she introduced a new trick for him to learn or rehearsed the ones he had already mastered. Klara’s methods were ruthless—whips, floggers, and electric shocks were her tools, each one designed to reinforce his status as her pet. She no longer seemed to see him as human, and he had begun to forget what it felt like to be treated as one.

He was trapped, bound by his own desperate need to please her, even as she led him on humiliating walks around the neighbourhood. Their friends would watch, some in shock, others in twisted amusement, as Lucas crawled at her feet, a collar around his neck, and his chastity belt painfully reminding him of his denied manhood.

The nights were the worst. After a day of relentless degradation, Klara would sit beside him, her fingers dancing cruelly over his swollen, aching balls. She would tease him for hours, her touch light and maddening, as she whispered demeaning words into his ear. The intense horniness drove him to the brink of insanity, his mind consumed by the desperate need to cum, but she never allowed him to release.

Lucas found himself desperately trying to obey her every command, hoping against hope that his obedience would earn him the reward he craved. But Klara was merciless, her enjoyment derived from keeping him on the edge, fully in control of his pleasure and pain. He was her plaything, her pet, and she intended to keep him that way.

Klara sat elegantly across from Sam at the café, casually sipping her coffee, her demeanour completely unbothered by the scene beside her. At her feet, Lucas crawled on all fours, his body encased in smooth, tight rubber. The material hugged every curve of his form, rendering him more object than man, his flesh almost completely concealed beneath the glossy black suit.

His cock and balls were cruelly locked away in a gleaming steel chastity device that hung outside the rubber for all to see, a silent testament to his submission.

His world was darkness and silence. Tiny vertical slits barely allowed him a glimpse of the world, reducing his vision to a narrow blur, while thick padding muffled all sound, isolating him in a cocoon of sensory deprivation. The leash that connected his collar to Klara's hand was his only connection to her, his guide through this strange world where he existed only as her obedient pet.

Lucas's jaw ached from the ball gag forcing it open, a discomfort hidden beneath the rubber dog mask that covered his entire head. His hands and feet were moulded into paws, robbing him of the ability to walk upright, forcing him to move on all fours like the animal he had become.

Klara continued to chat with Sam about the news, the weather, and her upcoming plans, her voice soft and composed. She didn’t even glance at Lucas, who remained silently at her side, a rubberized extension of her will. He was nothing more than an object in her presence, completely at her mercy until she chose to acknowledge him.

Lucas felt a sharp snap of the whip on his balls which caused him to muffle in pain before he rose to all fours. He then felt the leash connected to his nipples pull forward so he started crawling forward as the pain was so severe.

Klara pressed a button on his phone so he could now hear what was happening around him. He heard Klara thank the waitress for the coffee and heard her kiss Sam on the lips.

Sam then patted Lucas on the head and said, "You be a good boy for your Klara now," in a condescending tone.

Lucas was humiliated as he tried to say thank you, which elicited a friendly dog bark from the box attached to his neck. He had never been so humiliated in all his life.

Klara was having a coffee date with a bull while he was here in full public display as her doggy gimp. How did it come to this?

As they left the café, Klara's voice carried a teasing lilt, her words sharp and filled with a cruel delight. “You know, Lucas,” she began, her tone dripping with mockery, “Sam is quite the specimen. Muscular, imposing… and rumour has it his cock is a staggering ten inches long. They say women can barely walk after he’s finished with them.” She giggled, her eyes dancing with a wicked satisfaction.

Klara continued casually, "Sam didn’t seem too keen on the idea of me having a rubber male pet around my house, but I assured him I’d have you fixed if you ever became aggressive toward him or anyone else." Her words hung in the air, chilling Lucas to the core.

Lucas could hardly believe what he was hearing. She had just told him, without a hint of hesitation, Lucas would now be part of a cuckold relationship involving Sam.

The reality of the situation began to sink in. He had endured so much for her, hoping it would bring him closer to her pussy and ass, but it was becoming clear that he had no say in any of it.

Instead of drawing closer to her, he felt as if he were being pushed further away, into a place where he wouldn’t even be allowed to cum himself, let alone touch her pussy.

Lucas’s frustration and longing were palpable beneath the tight confines of his rubber suit. The chastity cage imprisoned his throbbing cock, the thought of Klara with someone else driving him to a fever pitch of desire and humiliation. He had dreamed of being with her from the moment they met, but now, he was nothing more than her rubber pet gimp, entirely at her mercy. Klara had so thoroughly reduced him to this submissive role that she no longer seemed to regard him as a man.

The sensation of the concrete shifting to soft grass under his hands and knees was barely noticeable as she led him to a secluded spot by some bushes. Klara’s cruel delight continued as she pressed a button on a remote, sending a searing shock of electricity through his chastity device. The jolt was agonizing, causing Lucas to collapse helplessly on the ground, his body convulsing from the intensity.

“Now, Lucas,” she taunted, her voice dripping with disdain. “It’s time for you to go pee-pee. And we don’t have all day.”

Crimson heat flushed beneath his rubber mask as he complied, moving on all fours and spreading his legs wide, presenting his chastity belt for all to see. He was utterly exposed, his humiliation complete as he began to urinate on the grass. The surrounding noises of laughter and snickering reached his ears—people passing by, revelling in the spectacle of the “most pussy whipped guy ever,” branding him as a complete bitch.

Lucas could scarcely believe how easily Klara had dismantled his pride and reshaped him into the rubber pup she desired. Every laugh, every mocking comment was a bitter reminder of how far he had fallen under her control.

Lucas knew one thing for sure: he was deeply in love with Klara and if being her rubber gimp made her happy, he would embrace the role for her...