...Or Not?!?

As Kristy looks around, I notice the rest of the group looking this way and that. They call out, a few at a time, but get no response. I almost gasp as she pulls the collar out of her purse, only to pause, beaming a smile down at me, "Sorry, dear Lori... but until we find your friends, it's for the best if we keep up the ruse... You know, the game you were playing? Now, hold still."

I let out a soft whimper, barking softly, but still not choosing the speak up, and I figure 'it won't change anything'. And with that in mind, I keep being my best obedient show doggie, and go back to fake-panting while I patiently wait, even as my nakedness is exposed as ever. As I feel the cold stone on my ass and shaved mound, I find myself almost glad for the delay, at least at first; no one is libale to see how aroused att this has let me, if my shaved mound remains on the ground. I felt the leash snapping onto the bondage collar, and her giving it a soft tug to make sure it is secure.

After standing there, looking about and cooling out, one of them asks if she got their cell #, to which Kirsty ansers swiftly back, "No, Sorry. Didn;t think we'd need it... well, they walks in from over here...", and she trails off, pointing out the path in question, and if in a commnedy, everyone there looks down the path indicated. She rolls her eyes, smiling broadly, before continuing, "...so maybe we should head down that way, and expect us to follow. We wanted to hit the beach anyway." They laugh a bit, before simply nodding or declaring simple affirmation; 'Yea, ok."

I almost gasp aloud, converting it up with a startled "yip!" as she pulls the leash suddenly taut, and I find myself being led along, doing my best to keep up on all fours, as I remain naked before them. They giggle at the sound, and I notice a number of onlookers are still enjoying the show of me, naked and behaving, for all intents and purposes, like a pet doggo. They chat as we walk along the path; several different conversations overlapping all at once, leaving me to catch only hope to still get some beach time, wondering if they will find my friends, and if they could 'play' with me at the beach... like they did before in the park.

I find myself still concerned for where they could have gone, or if they even had left at all, though I can't come up with any advice to add. Anything that will help, any way. As we make our way along, I find myself keenly aware of how all this is making more sore, though still I play along. Several groups pass by, smiling when they see make, naked and on all fours, as we pass by. I felt my ass shake wider each the it happens, making my enjoyment clear at least to me, if not anyone else.

Finally, we reach the beach, and I feel the hot sand on my knees and hands, in stark contrast to the cool spring breeze wiping softly, passing by my exposed nakedness. By now, they are once more back to the carefree attitude they had before as they walk deeper onto the sand. I keep looking upward, from one to the next, as Kristy leads me about with them, and seemingly in a manner to make me as noticeable as humanly possible.

One of them tosses out a massive beach towel, letting it land casually, before each lies does on it in turn. Kristy smirks down at me, "Sorry, Lori darling, but you're going to have to park it in the sand. You can do that for me, can't you?" to which I, unsure of what else to do that won't run their fun, simply bark back. 'Until there's a reasonable chance of getting back, maybe continuing to play along is for the best!', or so I try to convince myself. In any event, she simply commands me, "Sit.", and I rapdidally do so, and promly felt the hot sand on my ass. Worse, I felt it on my shaved mound, shifting about under me, and not so subtly getting into my folds in a manner I'd rather not contemplate. As I sit there, I notice how, once again, several people stare and point my way, as I do my best to keep playing the role, even if it feels a bit ridiculous...' It's for them, I'm enjoying it ... and besides, nothing I can do about it now!" I reason with myself, and suddenly notice they had switched to bikinis and swim trunks, applying lotion on their skin, and relaxing in the sun.

Kristy walks up then, smirking at me, "I know what you want... How about a treat! You like treats, don't you?", to which I simply bark back, causing them to burst out in laughter. She quickly brings out such a treat, before once more placing it on my forehead, making me wait before finally commanding me to eat it. I oby, even as this one seems to, somehow, taste worse than the last one.

"She's a bit crazy... I like that," one of them comments, watching intently as I slowly chew on the doggie treat... a treat they, even now, expect me to eat. Like their pet... then again, I'm enjoying it, so... I still wonder where my new roommates and neighbour have gone, and if they left me with them, or if we left them in the lurch.

They repline, relaxing on the towel, taking in the sun, and meanwhile, leaving me naked and exposed, sitting on all fours with my ass and intimate folds resting in the sand.