GimpPup Vulcan

Or maybe this one really needs to be taught a lesson, so the zipper comes down, but those gloved hands rub numbing gel everywhere the silicone will touch before tightly buckling on a cock with an extra-large knot. This time it takes the threat of a cattle prod for the teary-eyed thing to work itself onto the cock, and when it stops moving and starts whining, a shock jolts it backwards, tears turning to sobs as the knot bottoms out and the dog moans. And then the knot expands and water starts to flow deep inside the bottom, gloved hands unbuckling the top's limbs from the mating frame, pressing the bottom to the floor as the top's latex paws come down on its back and between its knees. When the water finally shuts off and the bottom's adjusting to the overwhelming fullness, made worse by the latex-wrapped body pinning it to the hard tile floor, a calm voice somewhere above the gloved hands addresses the dog for the first time. "Remember what an orgasm feels like? That gel will wear off in an hour! Of course, we do have to strap you back in your frame before that knot deflates in... half an hour. Better get busy, pup."

And then once it's accepted trading away its senses and autonomy for comfort and warmth, start giving it back little pieces of sight and sound and link them to pain and discomfort; bringing over a bottom pup for a playdate and only taking off the masked top's blindfold after smearing tiger balm or lidocaine on its cock; letting it hear its mate's whimpers and moans through earbuds while those noises send shocks through the tens pads under its latex suit...

I want to feel like I have no choice. It makes it some much easier...

Helpless and waiting for a mouthful...