Her phone to take pictures

Lucy started 'walking' on all fours towards the bushes closest to where Max was supposed to show up. She realized from this angle her heart shaped ass and glistening pussy were on display to the woman. Even her pink rearhole was exposed. She didn’t think she could be more humiliated but somehow it kept getting worse.

The woman was looking for her phone and took several pictures of Lucy from behind in secret before getting up to follow Lucy. These would be uploaded to Lucy’s website immediately.

Lucy cowered behind the bushes, she was shaking from cold and fear and her collar shook and her tag swayed back and forth reminding her it was still there. She was naked, on all fours, and collared. Like an animal? Not like any kind of animal; like a pet, She thought but shook it from her mind as quickly as possible. Wait that homeless guy also said on “on all fours” there’s something weird...

Finally the woman stood next to her providing her some comfort and interrupting her thoughts.

“What does your boyfriend’s car look like?”

“It’s a red truck and he should park right in front of that cafe.”

“Okay I’ll watch.”

Lucy knew it was too much to ask this woman for a jacket. She also had this feeling like if she did ask the woman would say no. She tried to shake the feelings of paranoia running through her when the woman started to pet her back. Before she could even try to ask the woman interrupted.

“Lucy, you said this wasn’t any kind of ‘game’ between you and your boyfriend?”

“N-No! Of course not!” Lucy said not in anger but fear the woman might abandon her if she thought she was some sort of pervert.

The woman knew exactly what she was doing of course but tried to appear hesitant, “Well, I was just wondering since your... womanly area is showing signs of... arousal.”

A practical stranger was discussing the wetness of her pussy. It didn’t help that it was clean shaven, making her feel even more like a slut for that even though it was supposed to be for Max’s eyes only. Lucy wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Lucy cowered afraid to say anything. She couldn’t look the woman in the eye she was so ashamed.

“I-I can-n’t control... it,” Lucy said with a whimper.

The woman continued to pet her back and hushed Lucy in a comforting tone.

“I’m not saying you can. I’m not saying you consciously like this but maybe... this is the way things should be. This is the way you are.”

Lucy was horrified at the assertion. Her vaginal wetness had made the one person who was trying to help her think she was some kind of freak.

“N-No! It’s not like that!”

“Shhh...” the woman said petting her back although her hand seemed to be moving more and more towards her lower back and butt. Lucy realized being pet by a total stranger was kind of weird too but she couldn’t deny it might be the only thing keeping her remotely calm.

“...it’s okay. Lot’s of... people... have strange things about themselves that they can’t control. It’s okay to indulge yourself. Don’t be ashamed.”

Lucy couldn’t believe this woman was actually thinking she was into this and she had the weirdest emphasis on the word ‘people’ like she didn’t actually want to use that word. Lucy couldn’t deny she was incredibly turned on and that she was extremely tempted to play with herself but as a way to calm down not because of arousal. She felt her nipples stiffen even more and noticed how heavy her breasts felt from this all fours position. She’d never felt so **** and she wasn’t sure if the woman was putting these ideas in her head or if they’d always been there and were coming to the surface now. The woman’s petting was now exclusively on her lower back and butt and it was heightening her arousal. As she breathed more heavily the collar chimed as the tag moved back and forth.

Lucy was in an almost trance like state as her arousal increased. She felt drops of vaginal juices dripping down her legs and her clit stiffening. She wasn’t sure why she was asking this but this woman seemed so nurturing like she wouldn’t lead her astray.

“You mean when I’m with Max or...?”

She stopped, afraid to ask about any possible alternative.