90 days. About 13 weeks or just 3 months, depending on your perspective and disposition. That amount of time didn’t sound as lengthy when phrased like that, or at least that's what the husky told himself. Though, in his current predicament, each moment felt like hours as he stood in the employee washroom, eyeing the bashful figure who was staring back through the full body mirror.

8:57 am. It was his first day on the job, having cleared several rounds of interrogating interviews and curious personality tests. The position was fiercely contested, leaving a flurry of fur, feather and scale in its wake when the opportunity first presented itself to the public. Within mere hours a torrent of applications flooded the store from repeat customers to curious locals, all vying for a chance to work at the erotic establishment. The husky was no exception, having frequented the storefront several times over the past couple months to windowshop and peruse their wares. Though his gaze most often lingered on the employees, and the dazzling devices that each one sported between their legs.

While the quality and product variety is what lured returning customers back, the main attraction was the scantily-clad staff that aroused both attention and curiosity at the start. Providing service with a smile and a striptease, the exhibitionist eye-candy that left a lasting, lascivious impression on many of the clientele that came to sate their curiosity and sexual appetites.

Pulling the frilly garment over his wide torso, the normally white fur of the dog’s cheeks glowed a deep scarlet while his paws strained to fasten each button descending down his belly. Every other employee wore a button-up shirt and at times a windowed apron, but his was unique. White frills traced along his shoulders and waistline, stopping just below his navel to keep his crotch in full view. A shining, princess-pink plate with vent holes was affixed over his twitching length, held securely in place by a matching pink ring that wrapped underneath his balls.

However, unlike the generic model sold upfront, this one lacked a tumbler for a key, instead featuring a single bolt with a unique socket. An extra level of tamper-proof, the rose-tinted restraint was marketed as part of the store’s ‘training’ product line. Without the unique key, any attempt to remove that bolt would be useless at best. Or worst-case, it would render the socket stripped and smooth, a risk the canine hoped he wouldn’t be contemplating after a few days. As part of his orientation, his new boss locked the device onto him earlier this morning before leaving the dog in the dressing room to get into the rest of his uniform. Only 7 minutes had elapsed since then, beads of pre already visibly drooling past the titanium restraint, leaving the rest of his sealed manhood desperately straining in it’s compressed cage in vain. No amount of tugging or repositioning would hide his arousal for even a moment, the frills and cut of his outfit made certain of this.

After a few moments of flustered gazes into the mirror, he sighed as his ears drooped in resignation. “Everyone’s going to see me…” a low whine escaped in horny frustration, as apprehensive as he was eager. A year ago, this was a ghost of a fantasy, but now he was only minutes from beginning his employment as a sexual show piece. He thought back to how much had changed, and so quickly, all since that fateful day. The husky’s memory of his first visit to the store was vivid in his mind as if it was only yesterday. It had only been a few months since the opening of the shop, and the tantalizing rumors around his area were more than enough to arouse the husky’s attention. “Cock-Blocks: We supply a stylish lock for every cock! And now through our new partnership, we are glad to offer new silicone goals for all your ambitious holes,” -was their viral slogan. He’d owned a few toys, a well kept secret known only to himself and a few discrete friends with benefits. Though he felt his cheeks blush at the idea of even browsing in person for a dildo, it gave him one more reason to pay the burgeoning business a visit.

As soon as he’d entered the door, he was greeted with a slightly larger and slightly rounder figure eagerly ushering him inside and up to one of the display counters. “Wintie” was engraved into his nametag, another husky-in-part by the looks of him, though his fur was sky blue in comparison to the husky’s own black & white tones, and some of his features looked more akin to a wolf than a dog. The sharper angle of the muzzle bridge when he spoke, the denser way his fur coated his belly and wagging tail, subtle details to anyone else, all stood out immediately to him. While his eyes took in the large wolfdog’s handsome features, his gaze fixated on the employee’s hefty package: a flat plate of pink titanium, fixed above a pair of swinging pent-up balls. It was the first time he’d seen a chastity cage in person, having only witnessed them through a screen in any number of lewd videos in his stash. That didn’t compare to the view before him now: he could see every twitch of the trapped length inside it, the sheen of the precum stringing from the confined cocktip pressing against the metal.

Though Wintie’s salespitch was ionate and full of excitement, none of it reached the bashful husky’s ears, deafened by his own racing heartbeat and paralyzed by the anxious fluttering sensation vibrating between his chest and belly. He was completely enamoured, not only with the handsome canine speaking with him, but with the sheer confidence the exhibitionist establishment displayed in their business operations. Though rendered too embarrassed to leave with anything besides a business card in that first visit, it only took a few days for the husky to build up enough courage to return on the pretext of wanting to learn more about their wearable accessories. It was by happenstance that his sensitive ear picked up a mention of a new job posting coming from idle chatter around him. On a whim, he’d decided to enter his resume with no expectation behind it.

6 months later, here he was at 8:58 in the morning. Two minutes from his first shift as a ‘cleaning associate’ and product model. His starting duties reflected his attire: polishing the glass displays, cleaning the floors, emptying the garbage, and directing curious customers to salesmen if they had any questions.

With one last gaze into the mirror, the canine tried his best to steel himself for the day ahead, though his nerves were overshadowed by his blurred, wagging tail. Preparing to exit the washroom, he made his way toward the door, noticing a thin, sticky line tracing from where he stood all the way to his current spot, strings and strands of precum dripping from the metal nub above his balls.

”Guess I’ll start with the mop,” he grumbled, the irony of the maid creating further messes not lost on him. The timer for his orientation period hadn’t even started yet, and his erection was already straining against the tight confines of it’s new home. Pleasure intertwined with frustration, the rush of overstimulation overlapped with the numbness of ever-present denial. Like waves, each sensation flooded his thoughts, building a mounting pressure of arousal in his head to match the pressure felt against the flat chastity device. It took all his focus to not drown in his arousal, knowing his lustful fantasies would only increase the tightness between his legs, and the amount of pre splattering to the floor beneath.

“I won’t have to lick it up to clean it, will I…?” he couldn’t help but wonder, before shaking his head in a feeble attempt to clear his muddled mind. The mere idea sent shivers though his body, tail flicking and waving in a blur behind him.

Beep Beep. The clock’s chime signaled the start of the hour.

It was finally 9:00 am. Just 90 days remaining. About 14 weeks. Or three months. Not long at all.

Drip.