Warning: This story features non-consensual bondage.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 10 of Kinktober 2025 using the prompt words Muzzle and Chains.

Samantha entered the apartment, leaving the door open behind her. She was trying her best not to burst into a laughing fit. Her roommates Carla and Zoe looked up as she entered the main room.

“What’s got you so giggly?”

“N-Nina’s coming up. She has a... a...”

She wandered off, unable to pull herself together.

I entered, hearing Carla gasp and Zoe literally spit-take her drink. I could barely see them, thanks to a large white plastic cone around my neck, surrounding my head. A dog cone.

The other two girls suppressed their laughter better than Samantha, but I could still hear the near-chuckles in Carla’s voice.

“W-why do you have thaahah-that on you~?”

“They made me put it on!”

Samantha re-entered from the kitchen, having mostly calmed herself down. She pointed out my neck, which had a large angry-red patch running up to my chin.

“She had a really bad reaction to something at the skincare clinic. It’ll take a few days to heal, but she can’t scratch it or it'll cause permanent skin damage. She wouldn’t stop trying though, so they forced to her wear that before letting her leave.”

“You have no idea how much my neck itches! It’s driving me insane.”

Even while talking, I kept reaching up subconsciously and knocking my knuckles against the cone. It was too hard not to. I ran a finger along the cone’s bottom edge pressing into my neck, probing for a possible space to poke into.

“Hey stop that, you’re only going to hurt yourself! You really can’t help it huh?”

“I have an idea!” Carla declared.

She hurried into her room and back out a minute later. I couldn’t tell what she’d retrieved due to the cone blocking the lower half of my sight.

“What? What is it?”

“Something that’ll help, I promise. Stop swiping at me! Will you let me help?”

“.... fine.”

She dipped her head and scooted under the cone. I felt something wrap around my neck.

“So what, it’s some kind of neck brace?”

“Sort of. It’s a dog collar!”

“WHAT? I’m not a damn animal. Take it off!”

I felt around the thick leather collar closed firmly around my neck. It tight enough that I definitely couldn’t reach under the bottom of the cone now. Not that I stopped trying.

“Tsk, still trying to get in there. As your good friends, we need to keep you from doing something you’ll end up regretting. Sam give me a hand here would you?”

Samantha grabbed the rim of the cone, holding it still so I couldn’t move. Carla took advantage of my reduced mobility to grab my arm and twist it in.

“Aaah! Stop it! Get it off!”

Zoe stood at the back of the room, watching shyly. Not helping the other two, but clearly fascinated with what was developing. Carla and Samantha stepped back, high-fiving each other for a job well done.

My arms were now folded back with my wrists nearly touching my shoulders. A tight strap surrounded the wrist and upper bicep of each arm, keeping it stuck in that position. I could touch neither collar nor cone. I could only flail my hands and waggle my elbows.

“You guys are jerks!”

I kicked in their direction, making them hop out of range while giggling.

“Oh dear. That’s a naughty doggy.”

“Come to think of it, dogs shouldn’t be standing on their hind legs.”

“What? AAH!”

I yelped as the pair tackled me to the ground. I had no hope of resisting in my current state. And Carla had no shortage of straps. My legs were bent at the knees and individually strapped, restrained just like arms. Extra straps went around all four limbs for extra security.

Carla and Samantha stood back up, but I could not. I was stuck on all fours, balancing on my knees and elbows.

“There we go. She’s much better behaved now~”

“I was always disappointed that we're not allowed pets in these apartments. This is a great loophole!”

“I’m going to destroy you both when I get out!!”

My fuming threat was greatly undermined by having to look up at them from the floor. Not to mention the cone, and how I wobbled when I tried to stomp for emphasis.

“She has too much energy. Let’s play something to wear her out.”

Carla picked up a bouncy rubber ball and tossed it over my head. It soared across the room, bouncing into the en-suite kitchen, coming to rest against the far wall.

“Fetch!”

“If you seriously think I’m going to go crawling after that...”

“Well if you don’t want to play then I guess we should just head to bed. Good luck getting out of all that on your own. Alternatively... fetch!”

She wasn’t giving me any choice. If I wanted this to end soon, I had to play along.

With heavy reluctance, I shuffled my restrained limbs to turn around and waddle over to the kitchen. Samantha wolf-whistled at the sight of my waggling butt. I wish I hadn’t worn such tight curve-hugging jeans.

Once I reached the ball, I realised a new problem: my hand couldn’t reach that low. There was only one way to grab the ball, and I hated it. I lowered my head, trying not to think about how much my ass was sticking up behind me.

The ball was too rigid and slick to just bite the edge. I had to take it all inside my mouth. My face was a shade redder as I turned back, shambling back to Carla with the curve of the ball poking out between my lips.

When I reached her feet, I spat it out onto the ground. But Carla didn't reach down for it. She left her open hand in the air, waiting. I grumbled and picked it up again. I had to crane my neck up high, resting my chin onto her fingers before I could spit it onto her palm.

She suddenly laid her other hand atop my head, and thoroughly ruffled my hair.

“Aahh?”

As embarrassing as the petting was, it felt oddly good receiving such affection. But that was nothing compared to when Carla’s hand drifted down, cupping and stroking my cheek, reaching the rash around my neck. She very very lightly stroked the sensitive itchy skin. Relief shot down my spine and rippled throughout me. The most satisfying sensation I’d ever felt in my life. It was heavenly!

“Aaahhahhh~~”

“Who’s a good girl? Whoozagoodgirrrl!? You are! Yes you are you cutie pie!”

After a few seconds she pulled her hand away. No! More! I wanted more!

“C... Carla? Can you keep...”

“Fetch!”

She interrupted my meek plea by throwing the ball again. She smirked down at me.

“Only good dogs get pets~”

Again? Walking around with arms and legs strapped up wasn’t particularly comfortable, but it was the humiliation that really bothered me. But that touch...

I lowered my head and obeyed, wandering off to fetch the ball again. Samantha gave my ass an encouraging double-pat as I passed by her.

For an entire hour, they kept throwing the ball and making me pet-walk after it. I kept doing it, all for those precious few seconds of euphoric caresses I received each time as a reward. Even Zoe joined in on the petting and butt-smacking.

They ended up tiring of the game before I did. Samantha decided to finish her last round by springing tape on me when I returned the ball. Before I could spit it out, she pressed the clear sticky tape to my mouth, winding round and round my head. The round rubber orb was stuck inside my mouth!

“Mmmh!”

“Hehe. She loves that ball so much doesn’t she?”

“I know, she doesn’t want to let it go!”

All three girls burst out into merry laughter. I was far from amused. I wanted my head scratches!

Carla yawned. “I guess all good things have to come to an end. Come girl!”

She stretched, stood up, and walked towards my bedroom. I had to follow? She just couldn’t make it easy for me.

I wearily made my way after her, feeling exhaustion coming on myself. When I entered my room, Carla had already grabbed the duvet off my bed and laid it onto the ground.

“You get settled in there now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Whhh?!”

“Well I'm not convinced that if I unstrap you, you’ll behave. You’ll probably start trying to remove the cone immediately. This is for your own good pup! Night~”

Before I could protest, she stepped outside my bedroom and closed the door. I scrambled after her, but it was too late. I couldn’t reach the door handle to open it! I was stuck inside my own room, arms and legs bound, and ‘ball’ gagged. For the whole night! At least I'd be freed in the morning.

3 days later

I wobbled out into the main room on all fours, where the other three girls were eating breakfast at the dining table. My dilemma had evolved since the first day. I no longer had the cone on, but that was the only positive change.

The limb-holding straps had been replaced with leather sheaths that Carla purchased at a BDSM store. My hands were forced into small mittens to ensure I couldn’t touch or scratch anything.

She poured cereal and milk into my pet bowl and set it onto the floor beside the table. The first time she gave me food that way, I ignored it for hours in protest. But eventually hunger outweighed pride, and I submitted to the degrading act of eating out of the bowl.

As my head lowered, my hairband slipped down a little. It had two floppy dog ears sticking up from it. Samantha readjusted it, giving my buttcheek a friendly smack. The only real clothing I had on was a set of brown bra and panties. Carla never fully redressed me after my first sponge bath. “Dogs don’t wear clothes” she’d explained.

Once I finished eating, I nudged Carla’s leg with my nose. She didn't acknowledge me anymore when I tried to get her attention by speaking.

“Yes pup?”

“Carla it’s been a few days now. My neck doesn’t itch at all anymore. Can you please remove all this? Please?”

“Hmmm...”

She inspected my neck, while wiping my milk-soaked chin dry with a cloth.

“It does seem to have healed quite nicely. But I still think another day or two is needed to be safe.”

“What? You can’t be serious!”

“Oh but I am. I just care about your health and happiness Nina. I actually got a brand new toy I think you’ll love.”

She smirked as she lifted something off the table. It was a rubber squeeze-toy in the shape of a bone, with straps coming out of either side.

“No! I don’t want it! I don’t want to be a dog anymmmmph!!”

She forced the bone between my teeth, and pulled the straps around my head. I growled and shook my head. The toy made high-pitched squeaking noises as I did.

“Bad dog! That’s no way to behave. And you’d been doing so well lately. Guess it’s time for a punishment then.”

“Mmmh? Nnnnn!!”

I tried to crawl-walk away, but Carla grabbed my collar before I could. She clipped a short chain-leash onto it and dragged me to the corner of the room. The chain was tied it off around the radiator pipe. Then the part I really hated, she strapped a large leather dog muzzle around my face, going over my nose, the bone bitgag, and my chin.

“Now stay there and think about what you’ve done!”

I yowled mournfully as she walked away. I knew I'd be stuck there for hours. Bound. Bored. Boned.