Femboy Unknowingly trained to be Duke's Bitch (Ch3)
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Chapter 3 of my work, in full on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/228753241
Duke ch3
A weight presses against me on the bed, nudging me closer to the wall and leaving me cramped. Still half asleep, I try to get comfortable, but each time I shift, the space seems to shrink even more.
I roll to my other side, hoping for a bit more room, but it backfires—the weight immediately settles against me again.
“w–what… is that…”
A strong, lightly furred paw drapes over my chest, locking me into the cramped bed and pinning me down. I shift my hips, wiggle my body, and try to slip free, but it’s simply too heavy. Defeated, I lie flat on my back and try to sleep, cramped.
Luckily, I manage to fall back asleep, but not for long—the weight shifts every so often, and the effortless strength of that pawed arm twists and rolls me across the bed.
At my wits’ end, I finally curl up next to the weight and manage to get a little more sleep.
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Four… hours… later…
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The weight shifts on the bed, rolling and pressing into my side until it wakes me up.
“Alright… that’s it…” I finally pull myself up, my arms and legs aching, hands and knees sore.
Now I see it.
The weight is Duke, sprawled across nearly the entire bed and leaving me just a tiny sliver of space beside him.
I was about to—well, I was too scared to scold him, but I would have at least silently shown my annoyance had he been awake. But what really caught my attention was how well I could see Duke; there was far too much light for early morning.
My door sits open, sunlight shining in—far too bright, more like the afternoon than early morning.
“Crap… did I oversleep?!” The realization jolts me fully awake. I panic, shuffling off the bed but quickly remembering not to stand up.
I rummage through my closet, grabbing the only other uniform in my size, and set it on the bed. This time, a pair of pink-and-white-striped panties is attached to the skirt.
I’m about to put it on when I feel Duke nudging against my bottom.
He arched with a big stretch, hovering next to me and waking up with a big yawn.
Great… How was I supposed to get dressed now? Changing from being down on all fours was already hard enough, but now, with a lack of privacy, it seemed almost impossible.
It is what it is, I told myself, and so I started changing. I slipped off my headband, which had miraculously stayed on while I slept. Then I took off the thigh-high socks, setting them on the floor with great interest to Duke.
I slid my skirt down, leaving only the solid pink panties covering my lower body. Finally, I pulled the maid dress over my head, maneuvering it off while struggling to keep my balance.
Now stripped down to just my underwear, I shivered as the cold air in the room prickled against my skin, making my nipples perk up.
I grabbed the other pair of panties and pulled down my other pair, revealing my bare hole and pink cage to the room.
Completely naked and nervous that Chris might see me, I shakily tried to get the new striped panties on.
Before I realized it, Duke's breath brushed against my bare skin. He sniffed around my midriff and lower back. Knowing him, I tried to slide my panties on quickly, but it was already too late.
He stepped over to my rear end, one paw between my thighs, blocking me from pulling the panties up.
“Uh.. Duke.. you–”
He barked, deep and low, sending a silencing tremor through my body. I knew the routine: as long as I was quiet, looked down, and didn’t move, I’d be fine.
The cold blunt tip of his nose traced around my bottom, the sharp pang of its touch sending shivers up my stomach. He inched toward my hole, suddenly jabbing right up against it. The hot air of his quickened breaths felt strange there, contrasted by the hard nudge of his nose’s cold wetness.
I didn’t know what he was doing, but I couldn’t move regardless. Locked forward, back arched, I was simply too scared to resist him.
After a few moments, Duke finally moved away, freeing my hands. I waited there patiently, until finally he seemed distracted and walked out of the room.
As soon as he left the room, I slid my panties up and secured them over the cage. As I did, a fresh wet spot appeared on the fabric, right where my cage was. I pulled them up, discovering the source: the clear liquid leaking from my cage.
Still rushing to get ready, worried I had overslept, I quickly put on the rest of my uniform—skirt, thigh-highs, and, once again, no slippers.
“Okay…that's over…” I soothed myself, crawling outside my room and looking around. Chris's door was open, and after a careful peek from the hallway, his bed was empty too.
“Ugh… this isn’t good.” Nervous dread builds in the back of my mind. Even though I don’t know the exact time, I can just tell I’ve overslept. I get the feeling I’ve missed the window for making Chris and Duke breakfast on time… I was in such big trouble.
I make my way downstairs, and the smell of breakfast hits my nose. The nervous dread that’s been building reaches its peak as I turn the corner to the kitchen, awaiting my fate.
“Well, where have you been?” Chris stood in the kitchen, his arms crossed. I couldn’t even look near him, my eyes digging into the floor.
“I… I’m so sorry, s-sir, I… I overslept.”
“Overslept? It’s one in the afternoon!” Chris said, in a voice and tone that suggested I did not need to make the situation worse by talking back.
Chris steps over to me, gently but firmly patting my head with an open palm—not praiseful at all. “Bad boy.” I’m not sure what feels worse, the light hit on the head or his words, but I lean toward the latter. A wave of guilt crashes over me, a complete reversal from his usual unsuspecting “good boy” comments.
It felt awful.
“I hope you have a good reason for this, especially after doing such a great job yesterday.” Chris looked at me expectantly, demanding an answer.
“I… I…—” I could hardly speak, my words stuck in my throat. “I swear I didn’t mean to… I just, wasn’t able to sleep last night and Duke kept waking me up. I must have accidentally slept in.” I offered in the most pathetic voice, desperately trying to defend myself.
Luckily, Chris’ expression seemed to change. “Duke woke you up?”
I nodded my head weakly. “y–yes sir…”
“He slept with you…?” Chris asked, genuinely seeming confused.
I nodded my head. “He… he took up the whole bed, and kept nudging me awake. I really didn’t do it on purpose.”
“Huh…” Chris seemed to be deep in thought, like that whole scenario was just too hard to believe.
“Well…. listen, Asher, going forward, I won’t tolerate any tardiness. But I guess… I can look past it today since Duke was partly to blame. But… we'll have to figure this out. If we can’t keep the doors closed, and you can’t sleep when they’re open…” Again, Chris does that engineer thing when he’s deep in thought or trying to solve a problem—scratching his chin, brow furrowed.
After a few seconds, the figurative lightbulb seemed to click for him.
“Ah! I know just the thing. Tell you what, later tonight, we’ll get your sleeping situation fixed, guaranteed,” Chris explained, stepping over to me and setting down a plate and bowl filled with milk. “Here’s your breakfast, by the way. I’ve already gone ahead and eaten breakfast and fed Duke, so when you're finished, just make sure to take Duke outside. Understood?”
I nodded my head quickly, the annoyance in his voice clear. “Yes, sir, I… I’ll get right to it.”
Without a pat on the head or any other acknowledgment, Chris left the kitchen, only pausing for a second to let me know where he’d be.
“I’m going to work on getting everything set up for your measurements today, so when it’s done, I’ll need you in my office.” He spoke coldly, leaving the kitchen and heading toward his workshop.
I hated it. Only now did I realize how much I’d taken for granted the little head pats and soft praise he gave me yesterday. I’d have to find a way to make it up to him because I felt awful. I was used to Duke’s growling and temperament, but Chris’s disappointment stung in its own way.
I glanced down at my food: diced scrambled eggs, cubed vegetables, and a bowl of milk.
I wondered why the milk was in a bowl instead of a cup, but after the chewing-out I just got, it was the last thing on my mind. I leaned my head down, eating the diced eggs directly off the plate. It was seasoned well, much to Chris’s credit as a cook, but like a reminder of my absence this morning, it was ice cold.
I suppose that’s the consequence of my own actions, being late and all. I finish my plate quickly, then lower down to the milk bowl and lap it up just like I’ve seen Duke do. It was actually a pretty effective way to do it, I discovered. Once I was finished, I set my dishes on the counter next to the sink. I felt even worse just leaving my dishes there, but there was nothing I could do about it.
With my breakfast out of the way, I headed downstairs to Duke’s playroom to take him outside. I made sure to refill his water dish, then slipped through the doggy door, and spotted Duke already outside playing and running toward me.
Somehow, he always seemed to know where I was before I even saw him. I remained still as he approached, tongue lolled out, panting and nudging into me. He licked at my face, and this time I didn’t even bother trying to stop him.
“Really… every time, Duke?” Just next to us, I found his red ball, not far from the house, probably where Chris had left it when Duke ran off to find me last night.
I figured I could use a distraction; maybe fetch would help cheer me up after that disapproval from Chris.. “Ready to play fetch, Duke?” The moment I picked it up, he was ready. He got ready to run, his massive, strong back legs ready to pounce.
I threw it as hard as I could—probably the farthest yet—but it only went about twenty feet. Duke chased it down in an instant and brought it back to me. I threw it about twenty more times, letting him have some fun and burn off some energy.
Not long after, though, I picked up the ball to throw again, but when I threw it, Duke just stood next to me, taking a seat on the ground, mouth panting heavily.
“All tired out?” I commented, petting at his ear the way he liked.
For a moment, I appreciated that even though Chris was probably still upset with me, at least Duke seemed to be feeling good about me.
“Alright, if you're tired, how about the bathroom? You need to go to Duke?” I asked the open air, as if Duke could hear me.
But while I waited for his response, I realized I needed to go myself. I looked back at the house, and seeing no sign of Chris, I headed out to find a good spot. Duke trailed close by me, giving me the nagging feeling I wasn’t going to have complete privacy on this one.
We made it about as far out as we did the night before, settling in a quiet spot away from everything.
“Okay, um… Duke… just, please don’t freak out on me, okay?”
Duke just stared back, not understanding a word.
I took a final glance around, making sure it was clear. I pulled down my skirt, this time giving myself some space, taking it all the way off. Duke was watching me like a hawk, but for now, stayed off to my side. I slid my panties down further, about down to my ankles, my rear end and bare hole exposed to open air. I didn’t even bother trying to line myself up in the cage, knowing it was a pointless effort with my size.
I almost closed my eyes, praying Duke wouldn’t try to flip me over or something mid-pee. Duke did take a step closer to me, but for now, he remained where he was, allowing me a chance to relieve myself.
I returned to my familiar bent-forward, knee push-up position and started peeing.
And for about five seconds, there was peace.
The sound of my pee hit the grass below me, which must have caught Duke’s attention. He lunged forward, pressing against my hips and sniffing all over my hips.
“Ah… Duke! Please… not.. now..”
Locked in to peeing now, I couldn’t look back to see what he was doing at all. He left my side, and for a moment I didn’t know where he was.
Then, a rough, furred paw grazed against my foot—Duke was close to my feet.. My face flushed with embarrassment. I hated being seen naked, let alone being stuck face down like this while peeing.
Fortunately for me, I was nearly done, but not before a sudden yanking motion pulled around my ankles, briefly lifting my feet and dropping them right back onto the grass.
I could only listen as Duke bolted off into the field behind me, the ruffling of grass my only indication of where.
“Thank god…” I had no idea where Duke had run off to, but at least I could finish in peace.
Finally finished, I let out a sigh of relief, inching forward, just out from where I had made the grass wet. Then I moved to dress myself, reaching down to pull my—
My hand slipped between my ankles into the grass.
I shot back, and confirming the quickly building nightmare in my head, my panties were gone. I rushed over to my skirt, hoping I had just misplaced them, but there was nothing.
It clicked—the yanking near my ankles. I had just thought he was sniffing, or messing with me…but Duke must have just stolen my panties.
Panic set in—my underwear was gone. I yanked my skirt back on to cover up, but there was no way I could return to the house like this; I’d be mortified.
“Okay, okay, okay…” just… just need to find them. I turned back in the direction I think Duke took off in, the wind in the air constantly reminding me I was half naked.
Great… even out in the open field, he was nowhere to be seen.
“Duke!” “Duke!” I shouted, never wanting to see him running at me more than I did right now. I tried to suppress my growing panic, but it was hard not to, given the circumstances.
I crawled for another few minutes in his last direction, the breeze against my exposed rear end a constant reminder of the situation. I kept on crawling, eventually coming up to his doghouse.
That’s it. That has to be where he took them. I’d heard that dogs like to bury things, but I refused to entertain the thought—I’d be in big trouble if he did. It had to be here.
To my relief, Duke came running out from behind the doghouse, though there was no sign of my panties anywhere. I figured they must be behind the doghouse, or I was screwed. Duke just came up to me, panting and licking at my face.
I brushed it off, frantically crawling to the back of the doghouse.
“Oh, thank god!” A wave of relief crashed through me as I spotted the pink and white fabric, crumpled up in the grass.
I tried to calm myself after the near-panic attack, wasting no time slipping the panties back on. I grabbed them with my left hand and—
“what the…?” They felt strange in my hand. They were warm… wet even. I looked at them again, holding them up to my face to get a better look.
They were wet. Soaking wet.
And the smell was unmistakable. Duke had peed all over my panties.
“A–are you serious! D–Duke!” I shouted, although it came out quieter than I wanted.
Feeling the wetness soak into my finger, I dropped them back on the ground, rushing to wipe my hand on the grass.
“s—shit...” My heart dropped as I grasped the reality of the situation. What was I to do? My panties were ruined, and I was still naked under my skirt.
My mind scrambled for an answer, knowing if I went back inside, I’d die of embarrassment if Chris saw.
I tried to think of a way out. Maybe… maybe Chris was busy, or… in his office. I could sneak upstairs to get my other pair, or just chance it and rush straight there.
I didn’t like either of those answers. Maybe I should just be up front. Tell him directly what happened, and just make sure he couldn’t see my bottom.
I shook my head, realizing how ridiculous that would be. Not to mention, I didn’t want to make things any worse with him since I last saw him…
I looked at the panties, crumpled in the grass, hoping to find some kind of solution. I picked at them with my fingers, trying to assess how ruined they were.
There were a few dry spots, mostly on the waistband, but the rest was soaked.
Just then, the worst thing that could happen right now pierced my ears with a body-chilling terror.
“Asher..!? Duke!? Are you out here?” Chris's voice carried through the air, not too far away.
“Ah…. F—fuck...” Before I could have any semblance of a chance to think, Duke took off running in the direction of Chris’ voice, giving away our location. I went full-blown panicked, frantically moving back and forth, not sure whether to run or hide. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I could even hear Chris's footsteps in the distance now.
With Chris seconds from coming into view, I snatched up the panties and slid them up my legs. The wetness clung to the fabric of my thigh-highs, and the warmth had faded slightly to a lukewarm press against my skin, covering my rear and cage in urine-soaked fabric.
I shuddered as they fit snugly against my frame again, clinging against all my intimate areas like a wet rag.
But I didn’t have any time to process my disgust.
“There you are! I’ve been lookin’ for ya.” Chris turned the corner of the doghouse, eyes locking onto me.
“Oh… uhm.. uh, hi…s-sir.” I sputtered out.
Chris gave me a confused, almost concerned look, my awkwardness palpable.
“Uh… you.. Alright..?” He asked, his voice unsteady.
“Oh, mhm! … I mean… sorry, y-yes, sir. Just, just got done using the bathroom is all…” I felt guilty; I felt like I should have just told him, but I panicked, and now I was stuck. How could I just tell him now after I’ve already put them back on…
“Oh, my bad then! Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude; I was just going to let you know I've got everything set up now for your measurements.”
I’d nearly forgotten we were doing all that today. Then again, today has already been quite the opposite of day one. Surely it couldn't get any worse…
“Well, if you're all done out here, then how about we get to it? It will take a while to make everything once we're done measuring, so I’d like to get started early.”
Another tinge of guilt hit me, realizing just how much my oversleeping had affected the day. But I could only harp on it for a moment, the warm wet fabric clinging to my bottom far too distracting.
“Y–yes, sir,” I said, waiting for him to walk ahead of me. I could loosely pick up the smell of the urine from below, but I was just going to have to suck it up until I could get to my room. The only thing to look out for was that if Chris got too close, he would definitely detect it.
Then the idea popped into my head, although it wasn’t without its flaws. I did need to take a shower, and it would be the perfect explanation to get some privacy. But… It felt like a bad idea, too. I’d already overslept; now that Chris was back on track and ready to do the measuring stuff, I was going to delay him further by taking a shower?
Although… if I didn’t shower and change… Chris would definitely find out.
As Chris started walking ahead, I gathered the courage to ask, trailing him a bit. Annoyingly, Duke returned to my side, and he couldn’t help but sniff my underwear vigorously as I crawled.
“d–duke.. please.. not now!!!” I whispered my plea, but to Duke it was just random noise. It was going to be no help; I had to just nervously endure the sniffing as we went along, praying Chris wouldn’t turn around.
I reached my tipping point halfway to the house. “...c–Chris?”
To my relief, Chris replied, but kept walking forward. “Yea?”
“Umm… I… uh, d-o… w-would you mind if I took a shower first?” I barely managed the words out, broken and whispered.
I expected him to turn around, annoyed and frustrated. But he just sighed. “Ahhh, alright. Go ahead. I suppose it has been a day now, but just don’t take too long, okay?”
Just happy he seemed to be settling down from earlier, I graciously agreed. “Y–yes sir.. I promise to be finished quickly… a–and.. I’m sorry again about earlier… I feel really bad about it.”
Chris just stared down at me for a moment, the expression on his face softening. “Hey… Has that been dragging on you? I don’t want you worrying about it. I probably was a little tough on you… And besides, I'm not upset about it anymore; it actually helped me figure out a foolproof plan going forward anyway.”
The tension broke and the relief felt good. Hearing that the tension between us was gone was deeply satisfying. I much preferred when we were good with each other. Although I was still unsure what he meant by this foolproof plan.
“See, you're alright now. Doesn’t that feel better getting all that put behind us?” Chris asked.
His direct leading question intimidated me a bit, so I just nodded. “Mhm.”
He stepped closer, momentarily spiking my nerves, in case he might detect the panties.
“Good boy,” Chris said, patting my head more gently than before. I couldn’t help but feel a rush from it—it felt good to be back on his happy side, to receive the gentle pats I’d taken for granted. I even found myself leaning into his touch.
“I don’t want stuff like that weighing down on you all day if it happens again, so I think going forward, we’ll have to make sure bad behavior is addressed and corrected on the spot.” Chris, sure of his answer, turned back to the house, signaling me to follow.
“Y–yes, sir.” I didn’t know what he meant by that, but he was right. I wasn’t good with things like that weighing on me; I’d much rather deal with them and move on.
We made it back to the house now, moving up to the door. Of course Chris expected me to go in first, and I remembered I wasn’t in the clear yet. I shuffled through the door, quietly begging the world that he wouldn’t notice anything.
As I went through, Duke’s frantic closeness to my soaked underwear paid off, jamming himself through the doggy door behind me, but ultimately taking the blame for the smell as we were simply too close to Chris now.
“Ah, what is that smell?” Chris said, stepping through the door after us, and audibly smelling the open air.
My breath caught in my throat. “W–what…?” I feigned ignorance.
“Yep… I can smell it.” Chris shook his head, then looked at me. “It’s dog pee. Duke must have stepped in his pee or something when you took him out there.”
Oh, thank god… I finally breathed again. That was a close call. As if showing off his blissful ignorance of the situation he put me in, Duke just ran to his water dish, gulping and lapping the entire thing in seconds.
“Hey, since you're showering anyway, would you mind washing Duke off?”
“Um… yes, sir, I can do that.” I agreed, mostly just happy I had somehow managed, after all this, to be nearly in the clear.
“Do you need any help with the shower?” Chris asked, leading us up the stairs.
“Uh… like, me?” I didn't understand what he was saying. I knew how to shower.
“Oh, haha, no, I meant with Duke…” Chris laughed to himself. “But hey, I suppose if you need help too, I’d be glad to assist.”
My face flushed crimson… that’s not… what I… uggh. “I… no, it's fine, I can do it… S-sir, is there anything I need to know about washing him?”
“Not much, just make sure not to use any human products or soaps on him. There's a special dog soap in the bathroom. Make sure you scrub him well and don’t miss any spots, especially on his underside. He gets the most dirty there.” Chris led me to the ground-floor stairs, now stopping as we were about to split up. “Oh, and just so you know he can be a little jumpy about water sometimes; you may have to hold him steady or stay with him.”
Uh… stay with him..?
“Alright, Asher?” Chris asked loudly.
“Y-yes, sir!” I blurted, taken from my thoughts.
“When you're done, meet me in my office.” With that, Chris turned and headed out of sight, leaving me to go up the stairs with Duke.
I let out a big sigh of relief, finally able to decompress. All I had left was to change my underwear, and then I’d be in the clear.
Luckily, Duke had taken a break from jabbing his nose against my underwear, content to follow closely behind me as we journeyed upstairs to my room.
I had half a mind to just take a nap after all that, but the wetness I felt was cold now, seeping onto my bare skin.
I looked through the closet, trying to find another pair of underwear, but unfortunately, there were only two uniforms in my size, and I'd already worn one today and the other yesterday. I found the next higher size up, and sure enough, a fresh pair slipped out from its skirt.
Unlike my last two, this one was just a solid light baby/pastel yellow color, with a single bow on the front side and no other trims or accents. I grabbed it and led Duke back to the bathroom.
The bathroom was huge, separate from Chris’ bedroom bathroom, but still impressive. There was a large fancy walk-in shower, a complete bathtub, a multi-sink granite countertop area, and a luxurious toilet in its own side room. The flooring here was hard, a stark difference from the rest of the house. It might as well have been concrete, after being spoiled by the padded floors so much.
I crawled into the room, finally alone, aside from Duke that is. I yanked off my skirt, slid off the thigh-highs, pulled off the dress, and finally ripped the panties down my legs and off my feet, leaving my whole body exposed.
The fabric of the panties was cold to the touch now, but a bit drier. It confirmed my worst fear: some of the pee must have seeped out onto my skin.
I tossed them aside on the bathroom floor, Duke jumping after them as if they were his red ball, sticking his nose in and inspecting them.
“Finally…” I lowered myself down, resting on my arms and enjoying the peace I’d earned. As I lay flat, the plastic clink of my chastity cage against the tile floor reminded me how exposed I was. It wasn’t perfect, but for now, I tried to focus on calming down.
I just didn’t get it, why would he do that? I know pets did that kind of thing sometimes, but this was something else. But I sure wasn’t going to ask Chris about it. Let alone tell anyone what happened; it was far too embarrassing.
At the very least, I was about to shower so it could have been worse. Speaking of which, I desperately needed to get in there to wash myself off.
I located Duke's shampoo, or dog soap, whatever it's called, and crawled into the walk-in shower. I reached high up for the nozzles, and I didn’t even bother with the temperature at first, letting the cold water freeze me as long as it cleaned me off.
There was a collection of soaps inside, and I grabbed a few, vigorously scrubbing myself and shampooing my hair. The water felt strange as it passed through the cage, but I made an extra effort to ensure it was fully rinsed.
I lay on the shower floor, letting myself rest and recover. The shower water continued to pelt me from above, but I didn’t pay it any mind. At least it helped me feel clean, knowing everything was being washed away.
Finally done cleaning myself, it was Duke's turn to wash. Standing out of the shower, still naked, I opened the door and tried to get him in. “Come on, Duke… wash… time?” I said awkwardly, not sure how to convince him. I considered grabbing him and directing him inside, but there was no way I was brave enough or strong enough to do that.
He didn’t budge at first, but once I made a half motion to crawl in, he stepped right in, though he avoided the stream of water.
“Alright, Duke, I don’t know what’s got into you today, but you’ll have to let me wash you now.”
Gently, I rested a hand on his shoulders and guided him into the water for a quick rinse. Once he was rinsed well, I got a big dollop of the dog shampoo squeezed out into my hand and began rubbing it on him.
I know I had pet him before, but massaging shampoo into him was something else. I started going along his back, feeling the muscles and strength he had just under the surface. I made sure to get every spot on his back, half mixing in pets and ear scritches to keep him comfortable near the water. Once I was done, I moved to his underside, starting with his legs and taking careful attention to scrub and wash his paws. His paws were practically bigger than my hands, not to mention the sheer muscle of his legs and thighs.
Satisfied his legs and paws were good, I scrubbed down under his neck and chest, reapplying more dog shampoo and moving to his stomach and groin. I pressed carefully and massaged as gently as I could; curiously, Duke had turned to look in my direction.
I started washing a spot I thought was some kind of matte; it was like his fur, but a bit denser. Whatever it was, Duke seemed to enjoy it, his tail swaying, and he started licking his lips and looking at me more. I scrubbed it well, making sure not to miss a spot. But as I did, my hand grazed something else, something new. It was hard and large.
I bent my head down a bit to see, and it was just like the first night I was here, when Duke was with that doll. I saw it again. It was brighter in here, and I got another look at it. It was his cock. It stuck out of a furred sheath-like spot under him, and again it looked… huge. It was bigger than I remembered, a mix of red, pink, and light pink, with veins running through it. The head was slightly flat, with a small, tapered, nub-like thing at the tip.
I stared for a bit longer than I meant to, just mesmerized at it. It was like four times my size.
I realized I must have been scrubbing around the sheath thing they have, which seemed to accidentally get Duke all pent up himself.
“Ah… s-sorry, duke. Didn’t mean to bother you like that…”
For a moment, he stared at me, but ultimately, when he was all shampooed off and rinsed, he stepped out of the shower to get dried off. His… thing stayed like that for the rest of the time I spent drying him off with a towel, and so I made a careful effort not to touch that area with the towel.
I cleaned up as best as I could in the bathroom, the haunting feeling of the pee on my body still lingering. I was sure I’d gotten it all, but faintly I felt I could still detect small traces of it on me.
I picked up my clean clothes, slipping them all back on, and was nearly ready to go to Chris’ office. It occurred to me that I wasn’t really sure what Chris needed to “set up” or what these measurements would involve. But honestly, could it really be worse than what I’d just gone through?
Content, I was finished here, I left the bathroom, Duke remaining close by. I made my way downstairs, stopping by the laundry room to drop off the wet panties into the washer.
Whew…I let out a sigh. That whole ordeal was finally over and dealt with. I turned to leave, Duke hovering around the washer, probably upset I ditched the panties. But I didn’t mind it. Duke had gone too far that time, but… as far as I was concerned, he was just going to have to put up with it.
I made my way to the office, knocking on the open door, announcing my arrival. “S–sir?”
I stepped into his office, taking in the scene. Chris had set up a 360 field of cameras, with some furniture moved to the side of the room.
“Hey! How was the shower? Washing Duke went alright?” Chris asked, picking up a measuring tool.
“Um… y–yes sir.. I got him washed well.”
“Wow! So you didn’t have any issues with him getting in the water?” Chris stared at me blankly.
“N–no, sir, he just went right in!”
“That’s awesome… he must listen to you; I can never get him in there.” Chris looked over me carefully for a second, Duke hovering right next to me. “So, anyway, ready to get started?”
“Y–yes, sir.” Glad things seemed back to normal, I made sure to keep up my professional manners.
Chris turned to Duke, leading him into a corner. “Stay.”
“Alright then! Let's get started.” Chris said, stepping to the center of the room and looking at me. “Come.”
He said it like it was a command, and I got the sense to follow it. I crawled over to the center, waiting for the next instruction.
“Now, we're going to start with your uniform measurements,” Chris said, pointing to the cameras around the room. “These look like cameras, but they are virtual reality scanners. They’re going to scan your body into a digital shape, so I can get all your precise measurements.”
I guess it made sense that Chris would have had some kind of advanced system for this, after all the other engineered stuff he created.
“Now, all that fabric is in the way, so if you don’t mind setting it aside for the scanners.”
W–wait, w–what..? “Um… sir?”
“Yes, Ash?”
“You mean, like, take off my uniform?” I asked nervously.
“Yeah… sorry, is that alright? Your clothes will block the scanners from getting accurate measurements. You can keep your underwear on, of course; that shouldn’t be a problem. At least until we start working on your cage, that is”.
The realization hit me, and I felt like a dog realizing he was going to the vet halfway on a trip to the park. Not to mention, I had just done all that with the panties just to have to reveal myself anyway.
“Oh… uh… I—I…” I couldn't even get the words out. I knew it was inevitable; how else was I supposed to be measured with all the extra clothes on?
“You okay? It’s not any different than being at the pool or the beach; you’ll still have your underwear on?”
I settled down, not sure how I was supposed to get out of this. “I... yes, sir.”
Slowly, I slipped off my maid's dress, letting it drop to the floor. I felt the heat rush on my face, incredibly embarrassed.
“Hey, come on, don’t be like that.” Chris walked over to me, bending down and comforting me with a hand on my bare shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright… you're alright…”
Something about his voice was soothing me, and when he moved his hand to pet my head, I felt a deep sense of relief.
“Good boy… you're alright.”
I closed my eyes, subtly lifting my head against his hand.
“Now, it will only take a few minutes. I’ll just need you to stay in the center of the room and let the scanners do their work. You can close your eyes if it helps. If you want, you can even keep the socks on.”
“I… yes, sir.”
Slowly, I took off the skirt, revealing most of my stomach, upper thighs, and just the delicate stretch of the panties around my hip.
“See? That wasn’t so bad… now, just, stay.”
I stayed in the center of the room, resisting the urge to cover myself. On all fours, back slightly arched, my whole slim stomach and back were exposed. My face burned with embarrassment.
I heard a few clicks from Chris working with his computer, and the cameras turned from little green LED lights under their lens to red.
“Alright, it’s started, just a bit longer, okay?” Chris tried to comfort me, and it was helping a bit. But there were no words he could say that would save me from the embarrassment.
“And…. Done. Want to see?” Chris asked, ushering me over to the computer desk.
“Y-yes, sir.” Truth was, I was curious to see what it had done. But something about the cameras—sensors—made it feel like more eyes were on me. Now that it was done, I could finally relax a little.
“See? Check it out. Isn’t that cool?” Chris pointed to his screen, showing me what the scanners had done in tandem with whatever program he was using.
My jaw dropped a little. True to his word, there it was on his screen, a perfect 3D digital version of myself. Like a perfect digital avatar of me, in some kind of design or modeling program.
“Wow… that’s actually impressive,” I commented, Chris, going on to explain more details, showing how accurately it captured every detail of my body. Before I looked away, I caught the name of the program at the top of the window.
“3D-FSuitModeler.exe.” I’d never heard of it. But then again, I’d never made custom scanned uniforms before.
“Alright, with that done, do you think you're ready for the next?” Chris said, a little unsure himself.
' Um, so… uh, what will I need to do?” I asked weakly, afraid of the answer.
“Well… the scanners are cool, but they weren’t really made to measure for… You know.”
I felt the heat return to my cheeks.
“We could try it if you prefer, but uh, either way, I'll need to take off the one you got on. Otherwise I can’t measure ya.”
Could this day get any crazier! But there didn’t seem to be a way around it.
The embarrassment was too much; I simply nodded that I was ready, closing my eyes to save myself from seeing it.
“Okay, let’s get it done then,” Chris said, leading me to the center of the room.
Once I was there, I froze still, waiting to let him do what he needed to do.
“Alright, Ash, I’m gonna need you to flip onto your back so I can reach ya.”
My eyes still closed, I gently started flipping onto my backside. His hands startled me, sending a shiver up my chest. He gently grasped the bare skin of my waist and helped set me down on the floor. They were big compared to my waist, wrapping most of the way around me. His grip was strong but gentle, and his hands were a bit rough, as if he had calluses.
He laid me out on the floor, my knees bent upward. “I’m going to grab my tools, Ash. Stay.” He instructed, his hands leaving my waist.
I did as he said, not moving a muscle as I heard him grab a tool off his desk and step back over to me.
“I’m going to measure now; let me know if you're uncomfortable.” Chris offered, which I appreciated, but I was managing… for now.
His hands returned, grazing across my stomach accidentally as I felt his fingers slip into the sides of my hips, sinking under and into my panties. With a slow, symmetrical movement, he delicately slid my panties downward, up and over my cage and down my thighs, stopping once they got to my knees.
I covered my face with my open hands, trying to cover myself from the heat of the embarrassed blush ripe all over my face.
“Oh, ha, I see the cage has been working… someone’s been a little pent up, haven’t they?” Chris commented.
“w–what..?” I froze, the implications of his comment terrifying me.
“Ha, nothing… just a little wet spot on your panties is all… it happens.” I peek down for a moment, and sure enough, a dime-sized wet spot right at the center of where my cage would have been was a dime-sized wet spot.
I wanted to die; my hands could not cover up my face from the humiliation of it enough.
“Ah, and a little bit of leak on the cage too. Seems it’s been working. That’s good.” I peek again, and, of course, even after showering, a decent amount of clear stringy liquid was still sticking to the tip of the cage.
I tried to distract myself in my mind; my face was going to need a bucket of ice water to cool down after this.
The jingling of the key on his arm caught my attention, though, and suddenly the firm hand grabbing my cage made me freeze.
“Takin’ it off now,” Chris informed, sliding the key into the cage, twisting and fiddling with it before sliding the lock out. “There we are; now let’s get to measuring.”
Chapter 3 of my work, in full on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/85526971/chapters/228753241