Letting Go

I resist the urge to sigh, Naked and all fours before them. As they stare, I find my mind racing. I resolved to make sure I got back today, though at least one of them had my address, and it won't do me any good to argue on such a trifling point... right? I did enjoy the exercise, and maybe having such a muffle would free me from fetching the stick again...

Smiling, I notice Kristy is still holding my leash and nodding. After a pause, I realize they may want me to explicitly state it, and open my mouth... but before I could get any words out, I notice Krsity was already kneeling down before me, and casually pressing the black ball gag into my mouth. My words promptly stifled, it comes out only as "Huh Hyuhhohe.", to which they chortle in amusement. With that, I decide to remain quiet, feeling the ball gag part being planted soundly into my mouth. I gasp, noting how my jaw is being opened wide as she drives the ball gag ever deeper into my mouth.

I felt her working, soon joined by Jak, as they tighten the ball gag ever further. I felt how tightly they made it, pushing my jaws open wide. I moan softly as they check their work, somehow getting it even tighter than before. Finally satisfied, I felt them cinch it into place. All this procession, they quickly follow up with the muzzle, placing it over my face. This step was more of a show, as a muzzle was meant to be used on an actual dog of a set size, and won't silence a human... though that was likely why they made use of the ball gag first, I thought ruefully.

Tasha pulls my leash tight, then leads me casually back to the car. I'm led once more to the back seat and manage to hop in it, sitting on the seat as I did before. Tasha slides in next to me, sitting down casually as she could, though she seems a bit taken aback by going out in public while still wearing her sheer nightie. As we wait for the others to buckle in, she whispers down, "Don't worry about me... so long as you enjoyed having some real food, it would have been worth it." I nod a bit, but can't speak anything back, or as I accidentally proved prior, it will only come out as more mush-mouth.

She buckles in next to me, the seat belt only augmenting just how sheer her nightie really is. It does nothing to hide her more private point on her body. Her nipples shine though its fabric clearly, and every detail and contour of her shaved mound seems ti pop out like,,, I forse myself to look away before I'm caught, and within moments of my gaze turning forward once more, felt her patting me on the head, "Don't worry, I won;t tell if you won't.", to which she giggles, before resuming, "Won;t take us long... hopefully we can find your friends."

I shrug back, noticing they buckle in quickly, and soon the engine starts, and their car is in motion. I look up at Tasha, who smiles back at me. She smirks back, placing an arm around my shoulders. She holds my head close, which means my eyes end up all too close to her exposed breasts. She gigles at that, before whispering "I don't mind if you stare, love... I'm going to get a lot of that by the time it's said and done. At least you're even more exposed than me."

With that, we quickly reach the park. Kristy calls out, "Ok, you should know the drill. Bring her back to the clearing, see if we can spot her friends from before. They nod, and Taaha leads me out of the car. I go back to being on all fours, and find myself once more enjoying the epeince... once that seems to be becoming a rather common occurrence for me, I mused to myself. I walk along close to Tasha, noting anytime I look up, how not only is her nightie rather sheer... it didn't include a g-string, leaving her intimate folds out in the open for me to see. I smirk, or at least as well as I could before looking back down at the path, feeling the hard rocks under my knees and hands.

The cool soring breeze, blowing through the trees, eliciting goosebumps across my skin, my nipples standing out even further than before. Moving at a leisurely pace, I find myself rather openly exposed before the early morning joggers, what looks to be campers, and anyone else who may be walking or driving by. Finidng myself enjoying the exposure, I realse belatedly how I at some point had started shaking my ass excessivall far, back and with, each with four-leged step I make. 'At least the path is vaguely familiar. ' I think to myself

"Alright, let's see if we can't spot your friends, hunny.", declares Kristy, a sentiment both Tasha and Jack agree to. The area is already bustling with activity, and is only growing in numbers as they look about.