Misery loves company

I walked naked across the street and the slickness between my legs had me feeling even more unnerved. I had to cross a public park to get to my bus stop and there were a lot of people looking at my nude form. I carried the bag at my side as I didn’t want anyone to accuse me of trying to cover up and have to deal with the police or **** Authority officers.

I looked around and there were so many people just going about their normal lives while I wasn’t allowed to have one. Couples were cuddling on blankets, people were walking their dogs, someone was trying hard to fly a kite though there wasn’t much wind, and there was some sort of flag football game going on. All these people got to wear clothes, be treated with dignity and respect, and would never be asked to anally and vaginally masturbate at the same time in front of strangers. Also none of them would be spanked for non-compliance. I just wanted to feel my life had some purpose other than amusing others with my degradation.

As I walked through the park people looked and stared, I saw men adjust their crotches and leer, and I felt the juices flow further down my leg. I hoped I would be allowed to clean myself at home but that was a long shot.

As I kept walking several men came into view as I passed some trees and between them was a leashed naked girl on all fours. I felt horrible as they reached out to pet her and she cowered. I felt myself tearing up in empathy but I had no power and would only get myself in trouble if I did anything but I **** myself to watch to bear witness to her pain. She seemed new, and it reminded me of how hard the adjustment to all this was.

Suddenly her master lost control of her leash and she took off on all fours, meaning she had a control collar keeping her from being able to stand. She moved as fast as she could and she seemed to be running towards me, as the only other naked person she probably thought I would sympathize with her or maybe even be able to help her escape this hell we found ourselves in.

Unable to move since she clearly was coming towards me I just stood there waiting for her to arrive. I couldn’t turn my back on her even if I couldn’t do anything to alleviate her suffering anymore than I could stop my own. No matter how this situation went I knew we’d both be worse off but still I waited because I knew she needed me to.

Eventually she reached my feet. She was tiny, probably only 18, which meant betrayed by her own parents which was even worse than being betrayed by a wife, at least that’s how I see it. She had short brown hair in pig tails, a petite frame with a large behind and her breasts were large for her body which must have been awful hanging under her all day.

I got down on my knees and she looked at me with fear in her eyes mixed with pleading. She clearly didn’t have access to her voice, most likely due to her collar. I couldn’t pet her, or rather I wouldn’t pet her since I wanted to treat her with as much respect as possible so I just made eye contact and she kept looking out beyond us like she expected me to get us both out of here. All I could do is say what I always say when I see someone who’s been reduced to this and I wish someone would say to me just once.

“I’m sorry this happened to you.”

She just frowned and teared up knowing I couldn’t save her. I’ve only ever met a petgirl with the ability speak just once because we were at the same “doctor” and she needed the ability to speak to discuss her symptoms. She said what she really missed was just being able taste the air from her actual height instead of being **** to toil on the ground.

I reached out for the petgirl and she came up to me probably expecting more than for me to pick her up, which was all I could do, but then I stood there and just held her real tight. She wasn’t that heavy and I had developed a lot of strength since I was enslaved even if I didn’t have the muscle to show for it. She cried on my shoulder when it became obvious I wasn’t leaving. Feeling her naked skin against my own was nice but I tried to ignore any sexual pleasure I got from it despite her having a very nice body.

“Put her down!”

The men chasing after her caught up and I complied immediately. She looked at me in fear but there was nothing I could do to help her.

“Who do you think you are touching my pet?” Asked one of the men as they all leered at me, focusing on my tits and pussy. I tried to stay strong if only for this girl.

“She was scared so I thought I’d hold her for you until you caught up.” Which was pretty much the truth.

“All I asked was for her to do her damn business and pee but she thinks she’s people, I guess.”

She averted her gaze, obviously humiliated. I tried to think of how I could help her, and the only idea that came to mind was not something I really wanted to do.