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Woah, what's this? Gizmo? In LATEX? In this economy?

It is, as rare of an occurrence as it is, I'd be cross to not let the amazing https://www.furaffinity.net/user/stripedcrocodile/ do his wonders with it in the sketch comm I snagged. He was also kind enough to lend me this lovely little mouse who is taking care of the dear shep!

Story below with the context, you know the drill

[section=Story]As he sat in the waiting room of the studio, Gizmo found his leg bouncing nervously. Was he really going to do this? After all, he didn't really need the money, but for what it was he would've been crazy not to, and plus, he figured that if there was a time for doubts, it had passed long before he drove himself the multiple hours it took to get here.

Besides, if he chickened out, Sophia would never let him live it down. So he just paged through the little scene script.It was something to the effect of a trip to the doctors gone kinky, and he chuckled because he always felt like the only way he'd go to the doctors willingly was by being kidnapped and forced to do so.

Before he could dwell further, a small mouse clad in a matching blue and white striped outfit, even down to matching socks emerged from a door on the back wall and gave him a smile as she waved him in.

“Mr Capp? Right this way for your audition!”
She chimed politely, waiting for him to rise and follow before turning and leading him down the hall into a faux doctor office.

“My name is Lucille and I'll be taking care of your audition and well…you today, please take a seat!”

She gestured for him to have a seat on the replica examination bench and planted herself on a stool, taking up a clipboard and crossing her socked legs.

Gizmo took in the scene, it was very doctor-esque, and brought about all the same underlying uncomfortable feelings, and that was before he started to notice the kink elements. A riding crop hung from a wall above a small cage on the back wall, rolls of tape stacked neatly by various coils of rope off to the side, and a dildo of dreadful proportions stood confidently on a desk as if it was always meant to belong there.

“You look nervous, first time?” The mouse broke the silence with a soft and caring tone as she jotted down some notes.

“First time auditioning for something like this? Heh….yeah…is it obvious?” He replied shly, taking a deep breath and sitting on the bench.

“Just a little, but according to my notes here, you're not exactly a stranger to being tied up, I see you didn't check many boxes in the No category…” She let it hang in the air for a few moments as Gizmo felt himself blush a little at the implications.

“I guess you can say that ….but hey, there's a first time for everything right? Give me all you got, I can take it!” Gizmo perked up a little, his pride flaring, after all what was the worst that this little mouse could do?

Not even an hour later, Gizmo was able to discover the answer to his question, hands on.

“Now now, your file said you like to chew on socks, so I'm letting you borrow one of mine, you should be grateful!” Lucille beamed as she stuffed her freshly removed sock into the shepherd's mouth before he could react.

The thick and worn fabric packed his muzzle and only served to work him up more as the little mouse crudely taped it in cleave gag style, leaving his muzzle open, but his ability to speak suppressed.

He groaned into it and wiggled meekly side to side as he took in his predicament, his cute tormentor petting him on the head as she finished up the gag.

He had been convinced to slip into a latex straightsuit that trapped his entire body from head to ankles in an incredibly strong and tight shiny tube.

Belts and straps ensured that his arms were trapped in a self hug, and wraps of the same duct tape currently holding his sock gag in kept him pinned to the examination bench at various points.

His paws were left free, but were also secured at the toes by more of the super durable tape. And he could only curl and wiggle his toes a small amount before giving up.

There was another addition, one that was blissfully inactive for now, that being a milking machine slotted snugly over his erect cock, which twitched in the sleeve as the mouse continued to pet him and check her handiwork.

“See? You look so cute all tied up and helpless! You sit tight and get comfy while I go change into my outfit, the scene is set to pick up AFTER the unruly patient has had some time to really struggle up a storm!”

Gizmo let out a muffled whine as she hopped down from her little stepping stool and approached the front of the bench, her small hands rubbing his tightly bound form, arriving at his paws and giving them a quick tickle, much to Gizmo's helpless chagrin.

“It's not on the script per say, but I think a little sensitivity test would be in order for the helpless lil puppy, don't you~?”

She grinned at the sudden surge of meek squirming as he only proved to tire himself out. Stepping over to his side once more and taking the controls to the milker in hand.

She flicked it in with a grin and Gizmo couldn't help but whine as it began to do it's work on him.

“Hush,puppy. Now this might be a bit more…intense than you're used to” she fiddled with the settings, putting it on a low and slow setting before tossing it over to the nearby desk.

“...but you'll have plenty of time to GET used to it~”

She blew him a kiss and walked over to the door slowly, almost mockingly. His muffled moans of distress and arousal doing nothing but helping her slip into character.

As he frantically shook in place, eyes glaring at her as she prepared to leave him to the impartial care of the milker, she turned back and gave him a small wink.

“The doctor will be in to see you shortly~”
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