The final tail plug was in, vibrating nonstop.
Amber had turned up the intensity just to the edge of what my body could take. Every buzz pressed against my prostate, my balls throbbing heavier and heavier by the minute. The cage was soaked, not just from the outside now—but from the constant, pathetic attempt at release inside.
I barked on cue.
I lapped at the bowl, forcing the warm, sour liquid down.
The chat was still active. Amber had reopened the stream to the full subscriber base with a new title:"LIVE: The Sissy Puppy Who Forgot He Was Human."
The donations surged.
Amber clapped her hands.
"New goal: $10 per tail pull. Let's see how long he can keep wagging."
The sound came through: ding. ding. ding.
Amber stepped forward and yanked the tail.
Hard.
The bulb popped halfway out, then she shoved it back in with a firm thrust that made my entire body jolt. I barked on instinct, tears streaking down my face.
"Good boy," she cooed.
Ding. Another yank.
Over and over.
Eventually she didn't even wait for donations. She just did it whenever she wanted.
My legs gave out once. Amber didn't let me fall.
She looped a posture collar around my neck and attached it to a hook from above, forcing my head up. My back arched involuntarily. My tongue lolled out of my mouth. My ass stuck higher into the air, the plug throbbing and buzzing.
"Tail check!" she announced to the stream. She panned the camera close, spreading my cheeks wide with both hands. She spat between them and slapped hard, watching the tail twitch in response.
Chat:
"Can we name him?""This thing's a cum animal now.""Bet he'd drink from a urinal if we told him to."
Amber laughed as she read it aloud.
"Oh he already has."
She pulled up the clip. Played it for the stream. Me, on my knees, drinking from her. Submitting without hesitation.
Then she placed a metal dog tag on the floor beside my bowl.
Engraved:SISSY • NO RIGHTS • NO SAFEWORD
She looped it onto my collar.
That's when I felt it.
The first wave of black around the edges of my vision. My body was overheating. My arms trembled. My legs were weak. My jaw hung open, drool leaking into the bowl. My cage was twitching wildly, but there was nothing left. No strength. No dignity. No resistance.
Amber crouched beside me, ran her fingers along my cheek, and whispered:
"You're not passing out yet, puppy. Not until you say it."
I didn't know what she meant. My eyes were struggling to stay open. The room swam.
She leaned in closer.
"Say it."
I forced the words out between breathless moans.
"I'm not a man. I'm not human. I'm a used-up sissy puppy... and I love it."
Amber kissed my forehead.
"That's my good boy."
And then everything went black.