Today was meant to be the day. After putting up with a month of humiliation, of groveling ; of not putting your nose out of damn line once, after diaper changes and public “walkies”; you were finally getting the release you were promised. A chance to be free of the damn plastic hell you’ve been locked in. They would tease you just enough to leave you frustrated and painfully tight against the cages’ walls, and soon you were putty in their hands.

But it will all be worth it, you say to yourself as you are pulled from your crib and stripped by your career, already throbbing against plastic painfully with need. Your eyes plead but you know not to beg, not unless they ask.

Stripped, diaper laid dutifully under your quivering form you’re still waiting for the key to come out and the tube to come off when there’s movement and you feel coolness under your tail… lube? You look back, the question plain on your face.
“Oh puppy, your silly thing, I said I’d give you release, not release your friend” They state giggling with a sly grin.
You feel something slick press against your bottom.

“But I’ll tell you what, keep up the good behavior for another next month and we’ll see.”