Fetching For Attenion

I manage not to make a sound, even as I find myself quite enjoying being their naked plaything. Exposed before an ever-changing number of possible observers, I hold my naked body still, lying on my back as I fake to 'play dead' before them. My eyes closed, I have to wait, hearing just footsteps as people pass by. I hear a photo being taken, and then a second, as I wait for them to tell me to stop playing dead for them, the sub who accidentally finds herself playing the role of a dog. Even so, I keep playing along, as much to my surprise, I find myself actually enjoying it....

I almost gasp then, feeling Tiffany running her hand through my hair, catching me by surprise. Chris and Lance chuckle at that, before falling silent for what felt far longer than it likely really was, before Chris retorts, amusement clear in his voice, "You know what? Sure. I'd for one would like to see how well she behaves herself." I hear more amusing notes from the trio at that, along with several joggers passing by.

A woman's voice, one I don't recognize, quips as they pass, "My, see something new every day. At least this time it's pleasant on the eyes. Wonder if they'll still be here when we head back?", her voice almost giggly, though they pass by before I hear what, if any, reply is made. The trio remains silent as they pass... beside some burst of laughter, of course.

Tiffany speaks up once they pass, "Great! I've got just the thing!" To which they chuckle, even as my nakedness was left on full display. I felt her hand in my hair once more, and I manage to remain still, doing my best to keep 'playing dead'.

Finally, Chris commands, "Alright, sit!", and promptly, I move back to a sitting position before them... and in the process, felt my shaved mound being planting solidly onto the cold stone. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I look up at my new Master, Chris, as I sit patiently before them, naked and exposed, feeling the cool spring breeze across my exposed skin." He chuckles as he looks down at me, before reaching down and disconnecting the leash from my bondage collar.

Lance watches on admused, and Tiffany giggles before holding up what looks a lot like a...stick. I pause, looking to Chris, who nods, as Tiffany waves it back in forth before me. I watch intently as she waves it back and forth before my face, even as her left hand plays with my hair. I notice people watching with interest, but I keep my focus on what seems to be a stick. After several seconds, she tosses it away.

I look up, waiting for a command, and after a moment, Chris declares, "Fetch! Go on! Get the little sticky-wicky!" With that, and without giving it a moment's thought, I find myself playing along, rushing after it as Chris declares, "That's right, go get the stick! Go on!". I race on all fours, even with the sourness I felt from being on all fours for so long, fealing my ass shake, brests bouncing gently, with each forward movement I make. I rush along, or at least as well as I could, until I reach the stick that was thrown for me.

Resisting the urge to sigh, I pick up the 'stick' with my mouth and find myself tasking... varnish? Was the stick crafted to look like this? I manage not to let out a sigh, before turning around. Only now do I notice I'm being watched by more than just the three of them... a good deal more. Some were sitting at some wooden benches or picnic tables, while others had just happened to be there in time to catch me dash by, naked and behaving very much like someone's trained pet.

With Chris & Lance, along with Tiffany, shouting encouragement at me... the kind you would for a dog, I resolved to keep playing along a bit longer, and I once more dash back over, moving about once more on all four. I move to sit before Chris, placing the stick at his feet, letting it out of my mouth. I look up in time to see him smiling back, and after a moment, he picks it up. I felt his hand in my hair for a moment, and I find myself smiling back at him, even as he treats me like his pet, as my shaved mound bumps once more into the cold stone beneath me.

He waves it about, moving it wildly before my face, before taking his turn tossing it. I watch it fly, noticing how it passes by a rather decent clump of people; many who point and laugh, whispering to each other quietly enough that I can't make it out. I keep my gaze aiming at Chris, who makes me wait as the trio laughs. After a few seconds, he once more commands, "Fetch!", to which I once more dash over. As before, I felt my ass swaying, brests bouncing as I moved as fast as I could on all fours toward the stick.

I hear the group's laughter, which only grows louder as I pass by. Still resolved to play along, I pick up the stick in my mouth, almost getting a few blades of grass and a dried leaf in my mouth in the process. I swivel around, and while turning back to Chris, I hear a feminine voice declaring, "Did she just pick that up with her mouth?", which they follow by laughter. I find myself amused also, if only for different reasons, even as I'm relieved my other emotions were not as noticeable.

I rush back to Chris and the others, feeling a hand rub across my side, reminding me unnecessarily of that I was completely naked before complete strangers. I ran up to Chris, planting it once more at his feet. I look up and they laugh. Chris picks it up before waving it once more, "You want to fetch the stick? You wanta fetch the stick?!?" he teased, sd they laugh, enjoying themselves.

I resist my urge to speak... at least, speak as a human would. After a moment, I find myself playing along, barking back at him, leading to their laughter to erupt once more, louder than before. I felt Tiffany's hand in my hair, her hand moving along one side. Chris ultimately makes several more throws, nd each time seemingly to make sure I'm seen, naked and behaving like a pet doggie before, who knows how many? I knew I didn't have the chance to count, and besides, people keep coming and going, or passing by, so any attempt to count would be useless.

He hands the 'stick' to Lance, who plays the game much the same way. After a bit, they all get a chance to make me, and once I once more put the stick down before them, I find it just in time to hear a young woman approach, "Hey, mind if we see how obedient your... *ahem* dog is? I just happen to have some doggie treats on hand to reward *it*... I mean, if you want...

Chris, Lance, and Tiffany are just as exuberant as ever, and as I sit before them, feeling the cold stone pressing against my ass and intimate folds, as I do my best to fake a good doggie panting. As I wait, I find myself realizing I knew that voice... it was the woman I heard before!