No.

Lauren woke up in the fetal position on the shag carpet in Mr Johnson’s house. The first feeling she noticed, her knees pressed against her incredibly small breasts, reminded her of her total nudity aside from the dog collar around her neck. Her flashback to the previous day included being walked naked on a leash and on all fours through a public beach, her two **** orgasms, her pissing in front of her worst enemy and best client, her playing fetch on all fours, and being bathed by Mr Johnson.

The feelings of shame and humilation overwhelmed her and her eyes welled with tears as she thought of how she degraded herself simply to avoid having her client see the real her. As the tears rolled down her face she realized that her face wasn’t the only that was wet. Her entire pubic area was soaked in her own secretions. She hated how turned on she was as she noticed how hard her nipples were against her knees. She started to consider giving herself an orgasm as a way to calm her nerves and feel something other than shame if only for a short while.

She then noticed another feeling. There were eyes on her. She looked around and saw Mr Johnson looking at her from the kitchen and the look he was getting was obscene. In the fetal position he could clearly see her puckered anus and her slit which was open and wet. Her initial instincts weren’t even to cover herself; he had seen and even touched all of her, bringing her to orgasm in his own bathtub.

She felt like her senses were starting to dull. Not that the situation had gotten any better but that she had been through so much that her mind needed to change just to stop from breaking. She rolled to her hands and knees. She hadn’t even considered that walking on her feet was an option. She crawled to the kitchen. She heard an embarrassing squelching sound with each movement as her pussy leaked onto her legs and down her thighs.

The feeling of the collar on her neck was adding to her humilation as it felt worse than being naked. Anyone could be seen naked accidentally: A towel dropped, a bathroom door that wasn’t locked, or a shirt tearing at the wrong time. Under everyone’s clothes is a naked body but the collar made it different. Anyone who saw her would know this was all “on purpose”, that she was willingly naked and that the collar was part of her outfit. People would assume she was a sexual deviant who was turned on by being degraded, dehumanized, and humiliated. At the very least she was humiliated and she was incredibly turned on, so maybe there was something to that she thought with a shudder.

She reached the kitchen and Mr Johnson stared down smiling at her naked body. She had never revealed any part of her body to another person since high school until yesterday and now this old man, her best customer who didn’t even realize who she was was without her padding, spanx, hair done, and makeup had literally seen all of her and bathed her. She knew her body wasn’t as good as she had pretended it was but she wondered if his smile came from amusement or attraction. She felt it had to be amusement. She was sure no one could feel turned on by the real her.

She wondered where May was, it was morning and she still wasn’t here. She thought about all the stories she’d given May to humilate her with and tears started to well. Knowing she depended on someone who had turned her into some sort of puppy-girl creates a knot in her stomach.

“Good morning, Lola. I hope you slept well. How’d you sleep?”

Her pet name made her feel worse. She’d even lost her identity. But either way she knew he wasn’t looking for a real answer. She lowered her head in shame avoiding eye contact.

“Woof.”

“That’s great. I’ve got something for you.”

Lauren prayed it was clothes but knew it likely wasn’t.