A Petplay Weekend
by brian1982uk

Players
Sub/Dog - Male
Owner - Ambiguous

Notes
- A story of fiction
- My first story (ever) (really)
- Please forgive any spelling of grammar mistakes
- I tried to make the owner ambiguous depending on the readers preference
- Any feedback please send to brian1982uk@hotmail.co.uk 

Friday 
 
After finishing work the first half of Friday night is all about preparation. First I give myself an enema to flush my system. This will reduce my need for the toilet over the next couple of days. 
Then I finish off with a shower and a shave, my last for a couple of days. Once I'm clean and dried off I sit down for a light meal, something that will be easy on my stomach. 
 
After a little digesting period it's time to get dressed. First to go on is my muzzle. My muzzle is fundamentally an O-ring with a snout shape attached to it. The O-ring fits into my mouth and has a hole that is roughly one and a half inches around with the two traditional leather straps reaching behind my head while the snout part covers from the bridge of my nose down around the bottom of my chin. The snout consists of two parts, the upper part which is four inches long and shaped like a real dogs snout with a realistic nose. The inside of the upper part has two tubes which sit comfortably in my own nostrils and run the length of the snout to the openings of the shaped nose at the end. The lower part of the snout is again shaped but this time as a lower jaw. It is only two and a half inches long but the inside is smooth with a scooped interior and sits level with the O-ring. Both parts of the snout are molded plastic but are covered in felt on the outside to give it that furry appearance. A third strap runs from the bridge of my nose over the top of my head where it meets up with the mouth straps and once buckled in place holds my muzzle firmly in place. The last part of my muzzle are the ears which are clipped onto the strap running over the top of my head. I have a variety of ears, some droopy, some half cocked. But today my owner has chosen the two pointy ones. Both molded plastic and again lined with felt which are clipped on by push buttons which makes them sit upright on the top of my head. 
 
Next my legs, these are pretty simple. First a pair of kneepads are put on. I have added a bit of extra padding to the inside of mine to give them a little bit more cushion. My kneepads are an industrial pair from a DIY shop and are the double strap kind so that when my legs are folded they don't cut the blood supply off. Once my kneepads are in place it's time to fold my legs and keep them in place. I do this simply kneeling on the floor with my feet touching my bum and running a strap under my ankle and bringing it up over my inner thigh then adjusting the length and clipping them shut with the type of clip you would find on most backpacks. I always leave a little slack on the straps in order to not stop the blood supply to my legs. This way I can never unfold my legs but can bring them close to my buttocks if needed. With the straps sitting in my groin they never slip down my legs when I'm on all fours and allows me to both walk on my knees or sit depending on the situation. 
 
Next it's time for chastity belt. I never used to have a chastity device but since I was once caught humping the furniture by my owner in a fit of horny frustration it is now a mandatory part of my costume. My chastity belt is a molded piece of clear plastic shaped like a penis with a slit at the end that I can urinate out of and attached with a locking ring that fits around the base of my penis and balls. The whole thing is held in place by a tiny but strong padlock which my owner wears the key too on a little chain. 
 
Once my chastity belt is in place it's time for my paws. A point at which I will be completely dependent on my owner to release me from my costume when the time comes. My paws are again molded plastic and are actually shaped like paws complete with little nails and rough pads on the underside. I put the on similar to how you would put on a pair of gloves except I have to bend my fingers in a way that they touch themselves but not my palm. This allows me to walk on my palms but have no dexterity with my fingers what so ever, as a result my thumb is also rendered useless. The wrists of the paws are leather straps that close with push buttons and can't be slipped out of because of the positioning of my thumbs.  
 
With my hands and legs now bound up it's time for my fur suit. My fur suit is in one piece and custom made. Similar to one piece pajamas but with the head attached. It opens down the middle with a zip that runs from the groin all the way up to the neck. The material is similar to a fleece/felt combination and has a degree of elasticity to it. In order to get it on it has to be opened out on the floor where I lay down on my back in the centre of it. My owner then proceeds to help me by pulling the back legs of the suit over my own. The back legs of the suit have circular holes at the end which allow my kneepads to pop through but won't ride up my legs any further due to the shape of the kneepads and lack of elasticity in the material. This allows for me to walk around on all fours without wearing out the material on my knees. Similarly the front legs of the suit are open at the end but this just lets my paws slip through and the material sits at my wrists not venturing up my arms any further.  
 
While still on my back the suit is zipped up by my owner. From my groin all the way up to the high collared neck the snug material envelops my body except for a hole at my groin which is a tear drop shape and allows for my penis and balls to hang free while tapering off to the crack of my bottom just above my arsehole. Once the body is zipped up I roll over and sit on my knees while my owner sorts my hood out. The hood is attached at my neck and comes over the front of my face and is fastened in place at the front of my neck to the high collar of the suit by two push buttons. The hood has four holes, two that allow my dog ears to pop through the top, two eye holes and a hole which my muzzle goes through. The over all effect of the suit covers me from head to toe in a soft furry fabric for a more dog like appearance. My fur, my muzzle and my paws are all the same colour, a dark golden brown and appear seamless when worn together. 
 
The final pieces of my costume consist of a thick leather collar which is attached around my neck and stops all access to the push buttons and zip trapped underneath. My collar has a name tag that dangles down and chimes off the metal of the collar whenever I walk anywhere. Then it is time to plug in my tail, a task my owner seems to find particular joy in. My tail is attached to a butt plug and is five inches round at the base which tapers off in an upward curve to form a fifteen inch rubber tail. Once in place firmly in my arse the weight of the tail causes it to sway back and forth with the smallest of motions by my hind quarters. The final piece of my costume is a small fur pouch the same colour as the rest which is put over my chastity belt. The pouch has a elastic band at one end which sits around the base of my penis and balls and a small opening at the other which still allows me to urinate but I have learnt that to not get urine on my suit it's better to cock my leg up whenever I do urinate. 
 
Once my costume is complete my owner has me prance around for a while pretending I'm in competition for Crufts and maybe a game of fetch. But Friday night is winding down and I usually spend the rest of the night sitting at my owners feet while they watch the television which a glass of wine enjoying a gentle stroking or a soft scratching. Friday nights are always slept at the bottom of my owners bed where I have my own basket. 

Saturday 
 
Saturday mornings are my first opportunity to feed since Fridays light meal. I have two bowls on the kitchen floor, a plastic water bowl and a porcelain food bowl. My water bowl is simply filled with tap water while my food bowl is filled with cereal. My muzzle never comes off. Instead the scooped lower jaw allows me to scoop a small quantity of food or water into the jaw, then buy tilting my head back the food or water falls back through the O-ring where I can use my tongue to break up the food and swallow it down. The small quantities I can fit into the lower jaw mean that a lot of my free time can be taken up by simply staving away thirst or hunger. 
 
Most of my Saturdays are spent in the backyard. My owner has a small patio area with a slightly larger lawn surrounded by high fencing. I have a doghouse in the backyard which is intended for large dogs but fits me fine. I spend most of my time going back and fourth between my dog bowls and my doghouse or cocking my leg against the fencing. If my owner decides to go out for anything then I am locked in the backyard whatever the weather. I have spent many hours sheltering in my doghouse from the rain while my owner has been out. 
 
But Saturdays are party nights where a small group of like minded people get together to enjoy their particular quaints. Saturday afternoons I am loaded into a large traveling crate in the back of my owners car and driven sometimes for hours to various places around the country. The parties are fun and sometimes raucous where a kaleidoscope of fetishes come together. I spend the vast majority of my time at these parties on all fours being petted, stroked and groped by people in heavy leather boots and fine slashing heels alike, all the while my owner chats and plays as they see fit. Once in a while my owner will allow other party goers to use me for their own fun where I have had my tail removed and been filled with toys, fingers, food, fists and of course cocks. All the while my owner would look on with pride. 
 
Once my owner and I arrive home it's usually time for bed. In the warmer months Saturday nights are spent outside. Usually after a long day it's not unusual for me to simply crash out in my doghouse, normally sleeping right through till dawn. In the colder months my owner is generous and lets me resume my place at the foot of the bed. 

Sunday 
 
Sunday mornings are usually filled by me trying to absorb enough food to counterbalance the exertion of running around on all fours and being a party hound for a day and a half while my owner recovers from the night before. If it is sunny I can spend most of the day laying out in the sun. If it's cold the I usually just stay in my doghouse. 
 
Once the Sun goes down on a Sunday night my owner will take me out the back of the yard to the adjacent field area at the back of all the houses in the street. With a chain leash attached my owner will walk me over to the field and proceed to play fetch or other games with me, I have become quite adept at retrieving sticks of various sizes. Once off my leash I can reach decent speeds on all fours and can thoroughly enjoy my self as indicated by my wagging tail. Sometimes I will have to hide in the long grass and bushes to avoid other people passing by, something my owner finds amusing. And on more than one occasion I have been accosted by other dogs who seem to accept me as one of their own. 
 
As Sunday draws to a close my weekend is closes with it, with some help from my owner I strip off my costume and put it in the wash for it's next outing on Friday. After letting some of my muscles and joints recover in a long hot bath I launch into an epic feast before crashing out into a blissful sleep back in my own bed dreaming of getting enough recovery time for work on Monday morning. 
 
End