The Dog Park

The next afternoon, Dorothy dressed for the occasion.

She wore a elegant white sundress that hugged her voluptuous body, pearls around her neck, and strappy sandals. You, of course, wore nothing.

Just the pink rhinestone collar with the “Property of Dorothy – Free to Use” tag, your permanent brands glowing on your skin, the locked inverted cage with its dripping catheter, and your fluffy champagne-blonde tail that refused to stop wagging.

Your long pink tongue hung out permanently, already drooling down your chest before you even left the house.

Dorothy clipped the long pink leash to your collar and smiled.

“Today we’re going to the dog park, Slutcunt. Time for my pretty bitch to meet some new friends.”

The drive was short but agonizing. You knelt on the passenger floor mat the entire way, head in her lap, tongue lapping sloppily at her thick cock while she drove with one hand. By the time you arrived, your face was covered in your own drool and her pre-cum.

The dog park was surprisingly busy — a large, fenced grassy area with trees, benches, and dozens of people walking their dogs. Real dogs.

Dorothy parked, opened the door, and gave your leash a tug.

“Crawl, Slutcunt.”

You crawled out of the car on all fours onto the pavement. Immediately, heads turned. Phones came out. Whispers and gasps spread through the small crowd as Dorothy walked you proudly through the gate.

Your tail wagged excitedly despite the burning shame.

Your tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto the grass with every crawl.

Your caged clitty leaked steadily, leaving a shiny trail behind you.

Dorothy found a bench near the center of the park and sat down, crossing her legs elegantly. She tied your leash to the bench leg, forcing you to stay close.

“Present,” she ordered.

You turned, chest down, ass up, tail held high and wagging. Your plugged hole was clearly visible to anyone who walked behind you.

People gathered.

A small crowd formed — some shocked, some fascinated, a few openly recording.

Dorothy stroked your head like a proud owner.

“This is Slutcunt,” she announced cheerfully to the onlookers. “My personal bitch. Feel free to pet her if you’d like.”

Several people took her up on the offer.

Hands reached down — petting your head, stroking your back, even tugging gently on your tail. One man crouched and openly stared at your leaking cage and brands.

A large German Shepherd approached, off-leash, sniffing curiously at your raised ass.

Dorothy smiled.

“Go on, Slutcunt. Say hello properly.”

Your tail wagged faster as the big dog mounted you without hesitation. His front paws landed on your back, and his slick red cock quickly found your plugged hole. Dorothy reached back and pulled the plug out just in time.

The dog slammed into you hard.

You moaned loudly — a wet, garbled, animal sound — tongue hanging out as the dog began furiously humping you in front of the growing crowd.

The knot swelled quickly.

People watched in stunned silence as the German Shepherd locked inside you, pumping you full while your own cage dripped pathetically onto the grass.

Dorothy leaned down and whispered in your ear:

“Wag your tail for them, baby. Show everyone how happy you are to be bred like a real bitch.”

Your fluffy blonde tail wagged frantically as the dog continued to knot you.

When the Shepherd finally pulled out — cum gushing from your stretched hole — another dog (a big Labrador) was already waiting.

Dorothy laughed softly.

“The afternoon is still young, Slutcunt.”

She untied your leash from the bench.

“Time for a proper walk around the park. On all fours. Tail high. Tongue out. Let everyone see what a well-used bitch you are.”

You crawled beside her through the entire dog park — freshly bred, cum leaking down your thighs, tongue drooling, tail wagging, while strangers watched, recorded, and whispered.

By the time Dorothy finally led you back to the car, you were a trembling, cum-soaked, broken mess.

She stroked your head lovingly as she drove you home.

“You did so well today, Slutcunt. Tomorrow we’ll come back earlier… and stay longer.”

Your tail gave one exhausted but eager wag.