Change Of Priorities

I get up to leave, smiling at the men in suits, but before I get to say anything, the gal from work speaks up, "Ladies, what's the rush? We clearly have plenty of time, so we should indulge." A smile shined brightly on her face, clearly having something in mind. The guys across from us nodded, giving their approval quickly, and she paused, enjoying seeing the surprise written on both of our faces.

I recover quickly, managing to smile back, even as people are staring and my exposed body, naked and clearly being highlighted by the sunlight. "How exactly are you implying we indulge, beyond what we've done already?" Her smile seemed to grow, and she walked up, gently stroking my cheek, placing her hand on my chin, and never missing a beat, declared, "Why, giving them something to really remember you to by ... give them a show, of course." With that, as if she had planned it, she pulled out not one, but a pair of bondage collars and leashes. She smirked, flashing me an amused look as if already knowing what the answer would be. I paused, my mind racing at the concept, only to have my thoughts quickly shattered when Tiffany, standing nearby, and also quite naked. "Are you kidding?"

Our co-worker laughed at that, before saying, "I think you'd find I'm quite serious. If you worked with me, you'd know I take my pleasure very seriously." With that, she held the collar/leech duo up for both of us to take, and much to my surprise, I found myself grabbing one, and swiftly placing it around my neck. Tiffany let out a gasp in surprise, before grudgingly grabbing the collar/lead of her own, "Ok, fine", and putting it on herself.

Looking smug, our co-worker slowly watched around us, and I felt her slap my ass, causing it to shake sideways as she passed me by, stopped behind us, and casually grabbed the collars in her hand. "Good, for a start anyway. Now, get on all fours and walk for our lovely crowd, my Sluts." I gasped, going down on all fours, and after a moment, so did Tiffany. In a moment, were walking on all fours, before and on either side of our new mistress. We walk around, the crowd is increasingly drawn to us as we're led about, and most notably by the men who woof whistled from before. She walks us around the food trucks, making a show of hitting our asses with what I'd surprised was a stick, possibly in itself a bondage tool. She stopped us before muscle groups, and I gasp as I felt myself being petted, and I hear Tiffany make a sound of complaint, but otherwise not say or do anything to throward the attention.

After a bit, she stopped before the men, and after looking at her watch, declared "My, Look at the time! If only there were some strong men who could help finish walking my umm 'dogs' and look after them till I got back ... Say, you won't mind, would you?"