The Exhibition: The Office

The Exhibition: The Office
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http://sammytriesagain.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-exhibition-office.html

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The next Monday, Annie had gotten dressed, and was locking Sammy into her cage for the day.  "I want to come with you," Sammy said as Annie clicked the lock closed.

"What?" Annie replied, slightly shocked.

"I want to come to work with you.  I'll stay out of the way, I just want to see what you do all day."

"It's boring stuff, you'll be complaining after ten minutes."

"No I won't!  Please?"  

Annie rolled back to sit on the floor in front of the cage.  She stared at Sammy for a few moments, then gave a sigh as she stood up.  She walked back to the bedroom, and returned with a slip of paper that had a small dot of clear gel on it.  "Give me your hand," Annie commanded as she knelt down and grabbed the hand that Sammy held out.  She smeared the gel on the back of it, and then threw out the paper.  "Don't let anything touch that until it dries.  I want you to show that spot to this camera every hour," Annie tapped a spot in the top corner of the cage.  "If that stays fine, then tomorrow you can come to the office with me.  If it turns red, then you're allergic to that stuff, and you'll have to stay home longer until I find something you're not allergic to, ok?"

"Is it safe?" Sammy asked, as she looked at the slowly drying goo.

"It is, but it has some things that might irritate your skin, and I don't want that to happen.  Will you be ok to wait one more day before coming with me?"

"I guess," Sammy said as she rolled back into her cage.

"Remember, don't let anything touch that until it's dry.  It'll only take a minute or so more."  Annie slipped on her shoes, and left, locking the door behind her.

Sammy sat staring at the smudge on her hand, watching it slowly fade.  She tapped it after a minute had passed, and felt her finger stick briefly.  The day passed slowly, with Sammy holding her hand up to the camera every hour.  As the sun faded behind the buildings, Sammy heard the key slide into the door behind her.  She rolled over to see Annie backing through it, pulling a large trunk.  She sat it down inside the door, and then went back to the hallway to grab a plastic bag.  That she put down on the table, and walked over to Sammy's cage.  "Let me see it up close," she said as she grabbed Sammy's hand.  She rubbed the spot back and forth, and after bending it back and forth to see it in different light, she bent down and gave it a little kiss.  "It wasn't itchy or painful, right?"  Sammy shook her head no.  "Then it looks like you're going to the office tomorrow, pet"

"Yay!" Sammy smiled up at Annie.

"Ok, dinner time, then you take a shower, and then we get you ready for tomorrow."  Annie unlocked the cage, and led Sammy over to the table.  They sat down, and unwrapped the food that Annie had brought home.  When they had finished, Sammy headed to the couch.  "No, pet," Annie said as she grabbed Sammy's wrist.  "If you're going to the office, you need to get ready," she gestured to the trunk by the door.  "It'll take a while to get you prepared, and I don't want to have to do this in the morning and lose half the day.  Go get clean now."

Sammy stood up and made an exaggerated pout.  Annie simply rolled her eyes and pointed to the bathroom.  A half hour later, Sammy was drying her hair with a towel when Annie walked in.  She pulled another towel out, and wrapped it around Sammy with a hug.  "I know I say this a lot, but what I have planned is going to be a bit rough.  If you're ever unhappy and want me to stop, tap twice with your hand.  If it's an emergency and you need everything stopped, tap three times.  Do you understand?"

"Annie, I trust you to take care of me, so I don't need you to stop, so OUCH!" Sammy shouted as Annie grabbed and twisted her nipple.

"This isn't up for debate, pet," Annie replied as she squeezed harder.

"I understand, Annie, I'll tell you if it's too much," Sammy yelped out.  Annie let go and hugged Sammy tightly.  "I love you, Annie.  I'll be ok."

Annie put her head down on Sammy's shoulder.  "I'm going to train you to do things, Sammy.  I want you to be able to do things automatically, without having to think it through.  I'm really worried that I'll screw something up and hurt you here," she reached up to tap Sammy's head.  "If you're not ok, you have to tap three times, understand?"

"I'll be the same when you're done, Annie.  I trust you.  No matter what, I'll love you forever."  She turned around and looked into Annie's very worried looking eyes.  She pushed forward and kissed Annie on her nose.  "Let's get me trained!" Sammy said with a silly punch into the air.

Annie shook her head, and grabbed Sammy's hand and led her to the bed.  "Sit."  Sammy flopped down, and Annie knelt down on the floor.  She had nail clippers in her hand, and used them to cut Sammy's finger and toe nails very short.  She then filed them down even further, leaving Sammy with nothing.  "You have to wear gloves, and I don't want them to get snagged on your nails."

Next, Annie put on some gloves and picked up a small jar and two metal disks.  She unscrewed the jar, and when the top came off, Sammy could see a brush attached to it.  Annie smeared more of the gel around the edge of the disk, and held it up for a few seconds before holding it out towards Sammy's left breast.  There was a flat slot recessed into one side of the disk, and Annie centered Sammy's nipple into the slot before holding it firmly to Sammy's skin.  After a few seconds, she let go, and Sammy felt the gel holding the disk in place.  

"So it's a glue?"  Sammy asked.

"Duh," Annie replied as she looked up with a smile.  "I saw you touch it this morning, dummy."  Annie repeated the process to Sammy's other nipple, encasing it under a featureless metal disk.  "Now to get you dressed."  Annie tossed a black lycra suit to Sammy, who stretched it over her body.  It covered her entire body except her head, hands, and crotch.

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They walked out to the living room, where the table was piled with various leather shapes.  Annie pulled out a chair, and gestured to it.  "Time for your messy bits," she said as she pulled out a catheter.  Sammy sat and spread, waiting for the catheter.  Instead, she felt a cold metal plug slide inside her, followed by a metal finger reach up towards her clit.  She looked down to see Annie push the catheter through a hole on the finger, and then felt it poke in and the balloon swell within her.  Annie adjusted the rapidly warming dildo, and then grabbed the jar and started to smear the gel over the underside of the finger.  She swirled the brush around Sammy's clit, and made sure that it was covered by a thicker knob at the end of the finger.  "There's a dimple, pet.  Let me know when I've got you centered correctly."

"Um, a bit to the left?" Sammy offered, and with a tiny jerk from Annie, she felt her clit slip into position.  "Yeah, there."  Annie added more gel, and pulled Sammy's lips together, gluing the plug inside her.

Annie held it in place for a few seconds, and then when she was satisfied that the glue was setting, let go.  "Flip over, pet."

"Whoa," Sammy said as she stood up.  "That feels weird."  The plug pulled down, and Sammy could feel it wobble inside her.

"Ass," Annie said.

"What?" Sammy said with a hurt look.

Annie spun her around, and gave her a push on her back.  "Your ass, ass," Annie replied as she pushed Sammy's cheeks apart.

Sammy felt something cold on her anus, and had a moment of panic.  "You're not gluing that shut too, are you?"

"It's just lube, pet.  Now relax, because this isn't small."  Annie was right, and Sammy felt the cold steel plug push into her, stretching her further and further.  Annie sawed it back and forth, letting Sammy get more and more of the plug inside.  Finally, with one more push, Sammy felt it slide into place.  "Onto the floor, pet."

Sammy dropped down, and gasped as the heavy metal inside her pinched together.  Annie grabbed the first piece of leather from the table, and arranged it onto Sammy's left leg.  There was a thin patch of leather that Annie wrapped around Sammy's inner thigh, and pulled it around the back of her thigh, back over her inner thigh trapping the end.  Annie pulled an attached boot down the front of Sammy's calf, sliding Sammy's foot into place.  She then finished by wrapping the thigh cover over Sammy's calf, pulling her leg back into a tight sandwich of leather.  She buckled belts along the outside of Sammy's thigh, leaving them fairly loose.  "Now the boring part," Annie said as she held out a thin leather strip.  She fed it through eyelets on either side of the seam, and slowly pulled the lacing tighter and tighter, taking up the slack in the belts as she welded Sammy's leg into position.  Fifteen minutes later, Annie was satisfied, and she tightened the belts once more before slipping locks into the buckles.  Annie let out a sigh, pulled the other leg binder from the table, and went to work on Sammy's right leg.

Annie sat back to rest for a moment, and Sammy wiggled and flailed her legs around.  "There should be soft knee pads.  Are they positioned correctly?" Annie asked.

Sammy reached down and felt around.  "They feel like they are.  I can feel them cupping my knees."

"Good," Annie pulled a large flat panel from the table.  "Roll over," Annie said, giving Sammy a push onto her side.  She unfolded one side of the panel, and slid it against Sammy's back.  "Now roll back onto it."  Sammy rolled back, and tried to get in position.

"It's stabbing me in the back!" she complained.

"You're spine isn't centered correctly.  Move over, dummy!"  Sammy hopped up and over, and eased into position.  Annie pulled down on it, and Sammy felt her shoulders push the top edge out a bit.  Annie pulled the two sides up and closed, and Sammy finally realized she was lying on a very large corset.

"This is going to be uncomfortable, isn't it?" she asked.

"It shouldn't be too bad.  I wanted to make sure your back is supported properly.  Your body isn't designed to stand on all fours for too long.  This will help you so you don't have to keep your muscles straining.  Now here, hold these laces, and I'll tighten things up."  Sammy helped, keeping tension on the cords as Annie pulled the corset closer and closer.  After a few knots, Annie pulled a long belt from the bottom of the laces, and threaded it through a series of loops, fitting steel posts through the belt and loops.  She placed a lock through the holes on each post, trapping the laces in place.

"Now flip over, and see how it feels."  Sammy tried, and with Annie's help, she was able to get up onto her hands and knees.  She took a few tentative steps, with no major restriction to her arms or hips.  "Why are you wiggling your butt at me?"

"I'm try to bend my waist," Sammy explained as she wobbled on her stumpy legs.

"That's something you'll have to give up for a bit.  Now to sort out your paws."  Annie picked up two sleeves, and sat them next to Sammy.  She grabbed Sammy's shoulders, and tipped her backwards so she was sitting on her feet.  Sammy held her hand out, and Annie slipped the leather sleeve onto it.  Where the glove would be, Sammy felt her fingers slip into a plastic block.  Annie pushed the block further down, and turned her hand palm up.  Sammy could see her hand through a hole, and as she wiggled her fingers, she flexed the hinged front part like a flipper.  Annie checked that her fingers were in the right place, and then placed another soft pad on her palm.  She folded the flipper slowly, and Sammy could feel a ridge on its inside surface fit into a groove near her wrist.  Happy with how everything was arranged, Annie grabbed a tube, and squeezed a thin band of black goo into the groove before squeezing the paw shut again.

"More glue?" 

"Epoxy.  I couldn't keep the stresses from snapping the other glue, so I have to use a stronger chemical bond to weld the top and bottom halves together."

"Um..." Sammy tried to begin her question.

Annie stopped squeezing the halves together, and laced the sleeve tightly to Sammy's forearms.  Sammy flexed her hand, but could feel no give from the paw.  She wiggled her hand, but could tell that her hand was stopped from bending too far backwards.  Annie saw her testing her hand's motion.  "There are braces to stop you from moving in the wrong way.  I don't want you to slip and break your wrist."  She repeated the process for Sammy's other hand, helping her back onto all fours when she was done.  "Take a few steps, so I know that the pads are going to be ok on your hands."

Sammy clomped across the floor, with her plastic paws slipping on the hard floor.  "They feel fine."

"No pressure on your fingers?"

"Nope."

"Great."  The next thing Annie grabbed looked like a large leather duffel bag.  As she unfolded it, Sammy could see that it was another full body suit, this time designed for her bound form.  Sammy's legs were the first to go in, sliding easily into their pockets.  Annie threaded the end of the catheter through a hole in the suit, and then moved on to Sammy's other legs.  Sammy had to push hard to get her plastic encased hands down the tight sleeves, only to feel them pop into place.  She pulled back, only to have the leather stick firm to her arms, preventing her from pulling out.

Annie slowly laced up Sammy's back, running another belt up from Sammy's ass to cover the laces, again locking it flat.  Sammy could feel that the outer suit had better material on her knees and fore paws, as when she moved, the suit gripped the floor giving her more traction.

As she was testing her motion, she felt Annie's hand on her hip, followed by the familiar sensation of a key sliding into the plug in her ass.  She felt a cool burst as the center of the plug was removed, and when she tried to look behind her, Annie tickled her nose with a fuzzy tail.  "You wouldn't look right without this, would you?"  Annie inserted it, locked it in place, and pulled her key back out.

"One last thing before we do some tests, pet."  Annie swabbed more of the glue over the back and outer edge of Sammy's ears, and then grabbed two plastic cone shaped objects from the table.  Sammy's ears slid into slots on them, and Annie reached inside to push them into place.  A few seconds later, the cones were stuck in place.  "CAN YOU HEAR ME?"  Annie asked.

"Yes, you don't have to shout!" Sammy said with a jerk of her head.

"I WASN'T SHOUTING, I WAS JUST..." Sammy turned her head away, and Annie's voice dropped to be barely audible, "speaking normally."  Sammy turned back to look at Annie, and realized that she could hear the Annie's breathing.

"It's really loud when I look at you," Sammy tried to explain.

Annie smiled at Sammy and continued in a soft whisper.  "I wasn't sure they'd work that well.  These ears are designed to focus your hearing.  I knew they amplified a bit, but it seems to be a more than I'd planned.  Your mask will quiet it down some.

"Other than being loud, is anything uncomfortable or out of place?"

"Um...yes?  But not like 'not how it's supposed to be uncomfortable,' I think."

"So you'll be ok in there for a few days?"

"Yeah, I think so.  I can do the three tap thing if it's too hard."

"Ok, I'm going to test the other devices then.  Give the signal if it's too much."  Annie poked on her phone a few times, causing Sammy to gasp as the slots holding her nipples squeezed together.

"Ouch!"

"Stop?"

"No taps!"  Sammy grunted out as the clamps squeezed tighter.  They tightened one more time before relaxing a bit.  Next they twisted to the left, causing Sammy to paw at her chest.

"Is that too far?" Annie gently taunted.  Sammy put her paws back down on the floor as the clamps twisted back to the right.  "This is more than they'll usually go.  I just want to set a top level."  The clamps reset and released, and Sammy panted as she gathered her breath.

"Let's see, what should we test next?" Annie drummed her fingers on the back of her phone.  "How about this?"  Sammy felt a light buzz in her crotch as the dildo inside began vibrating.  It slowly ramped up, but never really reached a very strong level.  

"It's not that great," Sammy commented when it had been going on the top level for a few seconds.

"Not that great?  It's mostly just there to keep you distracted.  Is it working, Sammy?"

Sammy was about to say, "no," when the vibrator began swinging up and down in intensity.  "Well, that's different, but still not really powerful."

"I told you pet, it's just to keep you distracted so you don't worry so much about external things, and stay focused on yourself and what your supposed to be doing.  It's not there to give you an orgasm."

"That sucks," Sammy said with a frown.

"Yeah.  But that's why I have this."  Sammy felt the cap over her clit shake slightly.  She looked at Annie who simply smiled as she pointed her finger and made it loop through the air over to the screen of her phone.  She stared into Sammy's eyes as she slowly slid her finger up from the bottom.  By the time she'd moved it halfway up, she could tell that Sammy was no longer staring back at her.  She was nearly at the top of the screen when she had to reach out to catch Sammy as her arms slid out from under her.  She held her shaking pet closely, and laughed to herself when she felt Sammy gasp for breath a few times before screaming into her lap.

Sammy slowly realized Annie was stroking her hair.  "Wow."

"Does that suck too?"  Annie said as she helped Sammy roll onto her back.

"Nope," Sammy said with a guilty smile.

"That's what you get if you're good.  Are you going to be a good girl for me?"

"Yes, Annie.  I'll be a good pet."

"Good.  Final thing then.  Time for your mask."  Sammy could see Annie prepare the leather mask by squeezing the glue around the outside edge.  "Mouth open, eyes closed, pet."  Sammy obeyed, and felt the cool feeling as the glued edge was pushed around her face.  A ring gag slipped into her mouth, and her eyes were covered with soft pads.  Annie fit thin pockets over Sammy's extended ears, which muffled the amplified sounds.  The final adjustment she made was to ease and glue a strap under Sammy's chin, holding her teeth closed over the gag.

"There.  Shall we see how well you can walk?"  Annie locked a thick collar around Sammy's neck, and clipped a leash to it.  A few tugs later, Sammy was trotting along after Annie, learning how to walk on all fours.

After ten minutes of this, she heard Annie talking.  She twisted her head up to listen, eventually catching, "Oh, that's right.  I said it's bedtime, pet."  Sammy tugged on the leash toward the direction she thought the bedroom was.  "Hold on.  You're sleeping here tonight."  She felt Annie's leg nudging her shoulder, and after a few steps forward, felt the padding of the floor of her cell.

"Huuuu...." she whined as she felt Annie push the cage door against her butt.  She felt it shut behind her, followed by the shaking as it was locked behind her.

Sammy crawled until she was turned around, and scooted to the side when she felt Annie reach in to remove the leash.  She whined some more, until she felt a light tap on her nose.  "Dogs aren't allowed on the furniture, dummy.  Besides, I don't think you can climb up on the bed by yourself.  So, you'll sleep out here where you'll be nice and safe.  I don't want you to get hurt falling off anything."  Sammy nodded, and slipped over onto her side.  "Goodnight, pet.  We'll go to the office tomorrow."

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The next morning, Sammy was awoken by the feeling of fingers running through her hair.  She stumbled back onto her feet, and pushed her head towards the bars.  "Finally awake, pet?  I was wondering if you were just going to sleep all day.  Come on, let's get you out of there so you can take the big trip to work with me."  Sammy heard the cage unlock and the door swing open, and waddled out behind it.  After it closed behind her, she felt Annie's hand holding her chin.  "Open up," she said jokingly as she slid something through the ring in her mouth.  Sammy's tongue was pushed down by the plastic invader, and then with a snap, her nose and mouth were covered up.  "You have to have a proper muzzle."  Sammy pawed at it, but without knowing how to unclip it, could do nothing to remove it.  Two tubes pushed into her nose, with small cushions to seal her nostrils and ensure she breathed through them.  She slipped her tongue around the plug in her mouth, realizing that it had a distinctive shape.  "That's also how you'll eat and drink while in there.  There's a valve inside that will release into your mouth if you push on the bottom in the right way.  We'll try it out at lunchtime."

Sammy whined from the back of her throat, but stopped as Annie clipped the leash on her collar and gave her a pat on the head.  "Come on, pet."  Sammy heard the apartment door open, and stopped.  There was a tug on the leash, and she slowly followed out behind Annie.  She stood still as she heard the door close and Annie lock it.  She felt the leash pull tight, and was about to move toward the elevator when she heard another door opening.  

"Oh, Annie!  Are you feeling better?"  Sammy could feel her entire body burning red as she heard their neighbor Emma.

"Yes, Mrs. Lynch.  Sammy took good care of me, and I'm fine now.  In fact, I've scheduled a checkup with my doctor for today, just to make sure."

"That's wonderful to hear.  You just make sure you take good care of her, too.  She was so worried about you."

"Of course I will.  She means everything to me."  Sammy felt a soft pet on her head.

"Well, I'm off to do some shopping.  You two should come over and have dinner as soon as you can.  It's a shame you've been hiding such a delight away from everyone.  I'm sure she'd love to hear some stories about you!"

Annie laughed.  "Sure, Mrs. Lynch.  Next week for sure.  Have a good day!"  Sammy started off in the direction the leash was tugged, confused that they were heading right, away from the elevator.  A few steps later, the leash was pulled tight again, and Sammy heard keys rattling followed by another door opening.  As she was led inside, she felt the short carpet of the hallway change to hard tile.

"Welcome to my office, pet!"  Annie said as she shut the door and dropped the leash.  

Sammy shook her head back and forth, grunting questions through her gag.

Annie knelt down and grabbed Sammy's head.  "What's wrong, dummy?  Do you really think I'd lock you up in a cage all day if I wasn't forty feet away at all times?  My parents bought two units when the building was built, and used to rent this one out during their retirement.  When..."  Annie paused.  "So I figured it's easiest just to set up my workshop here, instead of trying to find someplace else.  Now, let's get you settled in."

Sammy padded along as the leash led her on, stopping when it went slack.  When it pulled again, it was at a different angle, causing her to turn.  As she did so, she felt her side brush against a series of horizontal bars.  The leash kept pulling, and she soon realized that Annie was leading her into a narrow wedge shaped cage, with her head at the apex.  More bars pushed against her legs, and she felt the cage lock behind her.  Something slid under her stomach, and Annie pulled up on her front paws.  "There, you can relax a bit on that brace," Annie whispered to her.

She felt around, and discovered that her head was able to fit through a gap in the bars, but that the bars held her in place everywhere else.  Her exploration was cut short as she felt her plug vibrate as Annie removed the tail extension.  A thin familiar tube replaced it, snaking deep inside her body before she felt the locking end slide into place.  A few moments later, cool water flooded inside her.  Sammy struggled against it, but in the cage, she had little way to avoid it.  The corset added to the pressure she felt, limiting how much her body could swell.  The pressure inside reached a stable point, and Sammy gasped through her nose as her catheter was unplugged, and her urine was able to drain out.  

The enema machine soon emptied her again, leaving her panting.  She heard Annie whispering into her ear.  "Calm down, pet.  This is the best way to clean you out while you're wearing that.  And since it's so complicated to get you dressed, you're going to stay that way until after the next show.  Ok?"  Sammy nodded, and then felt Annie guiding her head into a padded bar that held it in place without her having to hold it up herself.  A few minutes later, the enema cycle restarted, filling Sammy with the cooling water.

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Annie crawled out from under her desk.  She rearranged the papers on top, and chose an unfinished sketch to work on.  She sat in her chair, and rolled it in until the seat hit one of the bars under Sammy's chin.  She put her feet up on two of the supports further back, and started working.

Between her legs, Sammy was trying to figure out why everything she was breathing smelled like Annie.

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