The private parlor of the gentleman's club was a sanctuary where plush velvet armchairs embraced the walls and flickering gas lamps cast a warm glow. The soft melody of a gramaphone tinkered in the background as Roscoe relaxed in an overstuffed chair, puffing on a cigar and savoring the opulence that his position as a businessman granted him. The room exuded a sense of exclusivity, with its dark wooden paneling, richly upholstered furniture, and fine art adorning the walls. A well-stocked bar sat in one corner, complete with crystal decanters and polished silverware.

The doberman took a deep drag of his blunt, exhaling a cloud of smoke that mingled with the scent of leather and latex permeating the air. His eyes narrowed as the doors to the lounge swung open, revealing a mesmerizing sight – Dodger, his lover and submissive, stepped into the room, clad head-to-toe in shiny latex.

Dodger's arms were pinned tightly to his torso in a straitjacket, emphasizing his lean, toned physique. His hips and thighs were left bare, leaving nothing to the imagination as his hips swayed tantalizingly with each step he took. Thigh-high red latex boots with heels completed his outfit, making him look like a risqué doll come to life. Their eyes met, and Roscoe couldn't help but grin. This was exactly what he had fantasized about all week. Dodger looked absolutely delectable, and the fact that he was wearing a chastity cage only added to the erotic tension.

Dodger's arms were pinned tightly to his torso in a straitjacket, emphasizing his lean, toned physique. His hips and thighs were left bare, leaving nothing to the imagination as his latex-encased penis and balls swayed tantalizingly with each step he took. Thigh-high black latex boots with stiletto heels completed his outfit, making him look like a risqué doll come to life.
Their eyes met, and Roscoe couldn't help but grin.

"Well, well, look who decided to join the party," he purred, his dark eyes glinting with desire. He gestured toward Dodger with his blunt. "You know I love it when you beg for my attention, don't you?"

The terrier, unable to speak due to the straps around his muzzle, responded with a muffled groan. The latex straitjacket hugged his body like a second skin, accentuating every curve and muscle, while the chastity cage around his penis only added to the thrill of his performance. He spun around, displaying his perfectly rounded ass for Roscoe's pleasure. With a mischievous glance over his shoulder, he leaned forward, giving Roscoe an unobstructed view.

"You know I love it when you perform for me, little slut." He ground the words out between clenched teeth, his lust rising to fever pitch. Dodger nodded, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. Roscoe smiled cruelly, enjoying the power he held over his beautiful submissive.

"Mhhmph," Dodger moaned through his gag, his words indistinguishable but the meaning clear.

“All that expensive latex, wasted on a mangy hide like yours," he growled, his voice a hoarse whisper in Dodger's ear. "You’re lucky I even let you near it! Now dance for me, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider unlocking that pathetic excuse for a cock of yours."

Dodger whimpered, his entire body thrumming with anticipation as he resumed his dance. The music pulsed through the room, driving him as he teased and taunted Roscoe with each movement. He rolled his shoulders back, arching his spine and pushing out his chest, the latex creaking with each sensual movement. The terrier swayed his hips and circled the room, his stiletto-clad feet gliding soundlessly across the floor, leaving the doberman grinning with pleasure.

Roscoe's eyes never left Dodger, drinking in the erotic spectacle before him. As Dodger twisted and turned, giving an unobstructed view of his restrained member, the doberman couldn't help but admire the perverse beauty of the scene before him. His lover, bound and gagged in shiny latex, was the embodiment of every dark desire he'd ever harbored. Roscoe exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching it curl and dissipate in the air. He blew a perfect smoke ring, watching it float lazily towards the latex bound dog, who batted it away playfully with the flick of his muzzle.

With a final flourish, Dodger dropped to his knees before Roscoe, his eyes pleading for some sign of approval. Roscoe leaned forward, his eyes dark with desire, a cruel glint in their depths. He reached out, his fingers trailing lightly over Dodger's cheek, feeling the slight dampness of sweat beneath the latex.

"You think this dance earns you a reward, you pathetic little slut?" Roscoe's voice was low, husky with lust, each word a lash of leather against Dodger's skin. "All this show, and for what? To whet my appetite?"

Dodger's eyes widened slightly, his breath coming faster, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. He nodded, just once, a small movement that spoke volumes.

Roscoe chuckled, the sound dark and dangerous. "God I love you. But don't ever forget, you're mine to command, mine to degrade. And tonight, you'll serve me well."