Good Rubber Doggy

The rubber doggy was sat in her cage, head cocked to one side looking pleadingly at her owner as the alarm clock sounded.
Misstress Satin stirred slowly and reached for the alarm, turning it off. Slowly, very slowly, she opened her eyes and began to wake herself gently.
“Mmmm, I suppose you want to go out? You’re as much trouble as a real dog.” Misstress said looking at her doggy in her cage.
The rubber doggy was called “tygga” and although really a boy was destined to spend the rest of her life as Misstress Satin’s transexual, latex encased dogslave.