Thread by @Trauma_Posting

It's for your own good, puppy.

#nsfwtwt #puppyplay #petplay

The blanket covering your cramped cage is pulled back, bathing you in unpleasant florescent light. You immediately whine, although there's little you can do to struggle away. You barely have enough room to curl up.

"I hope you're feeling a little better behaved today," a familiar nurse says. Her voice is firm, but condescending affection creeps into her tone.

Last night you had insisted on breaking the rules repeatedly. You kept using complicated words not meant for silly puppies.

You disobeyed commands. You even bit one of the orderlies. A very bad puppy indeed.

You realise she's expecting a response as she pauses opening your cage.

"Um. I was just really stressed and I don't belong here," you whine. You do your best to paw at the bars, desperate for-

freedom.

"Here we go again with this. You're a puppy, you belong here. I know you're just a silly mutt, but this is all for your own good." The nurse finishes unlocking the cage. Given how cramped it is, you would still greatly struggle to get out without help.

You're able to shift just enough to feel the marks the bars pressing into you have left against your skin.

"I don't belong here!" Your whining grows louder.

The nurse sighs. "It's very unfortunate your owner doesn't want you to have any implants, you could've been home by now

A mischievous grin spreads over her face. "Fortunately, I went to R&D and I got you a little present." She pulls out a sturdy, strange looking dog collar. "Its aesthetics could use improvement, but I think you're going to appreciate its functions. Or at least you'll appreciate-

that this is what I chose instead of some of the other projects they've been working on."

Since you're unable to move your arms to protect yourself, the nurse has no trouble locking the collar around your neck. It feels much the same as other collars you've had to wear, despite-

a slight shock as it locked into place.

She smiles at you, as if waiting for something.

You open your mouth to continue your protests. "Arf arf," is all that comes out. That wasn't what you were trying to say! You wanted to go on about being a person. Your lips betray you.

The nurse's smile grows, making it clear just how cute she finds you when you're behaving the way you should. "There. Just how a good little puppy should be." She begins to help you out of your cage. The moment you're standing up you begin to feel a rising pain in your neck that-

spreads through your body. You whine and whimper like a wounded dog as you try to ask what's happening

Unable to stop yourself, you drop down onto all fours and the pain vanishes.

"Oh my, what a good puppy you're being this morning." The nurse softly mocks you.

"Take this fucking collar off!" You attempt to say. Instead all that comes out are a series of yips and barks. For the first time since you got here you feel a genuine sense of internal helplessness. You'd always felt like you had some kind of choice. Now your body disobeys.

"There there, puppy. I know you're excited." She scritches you behind the ear and you can't help letting out a contented moan. Why does that feel so incredible? She continues you scritch and pet you, softly cooing the entire time. You end up limply leaning against your-

cage, unable to do anything besides enjoy the fingers expertly petting you. Contented puppy noises leave your mouth and you can feel yourself drooling just a little, but it feels so incredible you don't even care. You remember you were mad about...something. Each scratch of the-

fingers on your scalp wears away at your thoughts. Even your mind starts towork against you.

"Now, I know you secretly want to be a good little doggy, this collar is just there to help you do that. Until you can learn to behave it's staying on, though I'm not sure you'll even-

want to take it off after you realise how good it can make you feel, and how freeing it is to have no choice in the matter." She steps away to collect a leash for you.

Despite desperately missing her hands petting you, you still reach up to try and remove the collar.

A familiar pain wracks your body even as you brush against it.

"Oh, did I forget to mention? It's tamper proof, puppy." She laughs to herself while bending down. She takes a soft grip of some of your hair with one hand, tilting your head back. The pressure of her fingers is-

enough to make you whine in want for more pets and scritches. attaching a leash to the collar. "Also, while I prefer more intimate punishments, any staff member can activate your collar remotely. You've only experienced the lower settings so far. Be on your best behaviour."

Your protests once again leave your mouth as a series of whiny barks.

"So fussy! It's okay, puppy. You'll get used to it. Now come, time for walkies. Need to stretch out after being cramped in that little cage all night. If you're good for me today then I promise you can sleep-

in your doggy bed tonight AND I'll get you some treats. And if you're extra good, maybe I'll even pet you some more, or let you stop by the wolfgirl enclosure."

Sleeping in your cosy doggy bed and getting some treats is definitely preferable to being shocked and caged again.

It's just so utterly humiliating being reduced to nothing more than a dumb animal. Still, your stay would be a lot easier if you would just cooperate, your aching limbs and the new collar remind you of that.

"Come on, pup." She tugs your leash. For now, at least, you submit.