Lauren is taken for a walk

It was a warm early summer day, around 5 pm. The sun was slowly setting along the glimmering sea. Most people on the beaches had already packed and left for home. Only smaller, scattered groups remained. Mostly youngsters, enjoying their solitude. And these few were the lucky ones who were treated to a sight they would not soon forget.

A man walking a woman like a dog along the beach. The woman had had a horrible day so far. It got even worse when her tormentor handed her leash to a man she had frequently dealt with at work. It was her **** luck, if one can call such a person lucky, that Mr. Johnson had yet to recognise who her lady pet was.

As this lady pet was Lauren. Stunning beauty and young career woman of town and the wet dream of many a man. And there she was. Led along the beach by an older man with a leash, while completely bareass naked. She couldn't think of anything more demeaning than that. But she had to crawl along the geezer. Running would have been futile. He had her leashed. And Lauren dreaded the fact that her 'master' would recognise her should she try and talk. She was stuck being a mute dog.

She could feel the lecherous gaze of her long-time patron raking over her tiny, pale body. She had literally nothing to hide as she crawled on all fours, like the good little puppy she was. Her scrawny little butt swaying with her every move, her puss and puckered asshole winking back at the old man. And this position left her little boobies, with nipples as hard as diamonds, hanging from under her body. Not that they could hang much, provided their less than adequate size, but they made her feel even more naked. If that was even possible.

She could see a small crowd gathering neabry, looking at her. Teens, young couples, a few kids. She had her long hair covering most of her face. Not that anyone could have easily recognised her without any make-up, but she couldn't risk it. Her face was the only thing covered.

A young muscular man wearing nothing but swim trunks walked up to Mr. Johnson.

"Good day, sir." he looked Lauren up. "What do you have there?" he pointed at Lauren.

Many of the people have gathered behind the young man, looking at the scene intently.

"I'm just taking this doggie for a walk." replied Mr. Johnson with a nervous smile.

The man rubbed his nape. "Are you sure it's a doggie?" Lauren heard giggles coming from behind him.

"Well, of course she's a doggie." he said while stroking Lauren's head, "You're a good little puppy, aren't you?"

Lauren just stayed there, enduring the indignity. She heard many whispers from the crowd. "Some sick sexual fantasy." said a woman, "Look at her nipples! She must be enjoying this." said another, "With a body like that, this is probably the only way she can get laid.", another said, "And with someone so much older than her. Gross." She just turned an ever brighter colour of crimosn at these comments.

"What's her name?" asked a woman from the crowd.

"Lola." answered Mr. Johnson, still patting her head.

"Does she know any tricks?" Asked a younger boy.

"Of course. She's a smart little girl."

The crowd erupted in laughter again. It did not escape Lauren that they could see every inch of her naked flesh, and the term 'little girl' was sadly pretty fitting for what she'd had on display. Which was everything. She just gulped, preparing for what was to come.

"Sit." ordered Mr. Johnson.

Lauren swallowed all her pride and sat back onto her feet at the order of the old man. She just wanted to get this over with as soon as was possible.

"Shake hands." he held out his hand toward Lauren.

Lauren grabbed his hairy hand. She saw flashes coming from the little crowd. Congratulation. Someone was now a proud owner of a naked picture of Lauren, the ice queen of town.

"Beg."

Lauren closed her eyes and raised her hands, like puppies do. Many more flashes came. If only they knew who they were photographing in this humiliating position.

"Roll over." he mimicked a circle with his hand.

This was what Lauren feared. That was the trick that offered the most of her private parts to the audience. She lay down, closed her eyes, and rolled onto her back. There she was. Lauren, the sexy vixen. Knees apart, her pink hairless little slit open for the audience, her tiny mounds of breasts flattered by gravity even more so, with their pebbles pointing at the gawking crowd. And her hair fell away from her face. She immediately clenched her eyes shot, but even then she could see the many-many flashes of cameras. She rolled back onto her stomach, shaking from the experience. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die right then.

Her little audience clapped and cheered. They were chanting her name. Well, they were chanting 'Lola'. Lauren blushed even more at the thought of these people enjoying her shame. How cruel can humans be.

Mr. Johnson just crouched down next to her and stroked her back. "Good little puppy."

"Where did you get her?" came a question from the back. "Yeah, I would like to get one as well." came another. "Me too! Me too!" Obviously, little Lola was a huge hit among pet owners.

"I think we should be on our way now." said Mr. Johnson as he lead Lauren away from her fans.

Lauren could see several more camera flashes but eventually they stopped and they were alone on the beach. It was already dark. Something Lauren was glad for. But she couldn't shake the feeling of excitement from her mind. Even after her recent ordeal, she could feel her juices running down her thighs. Was she some kind of pervert? How could a situation like this excite her.

That was when she suddenly became aware of a pair of eyes looking back at her from a few inches. It was a dog. A corgi. And then she heard the voice.

"Good evening, sir." said a woman stepping into the nearby light. "Whoah!" Lauren could easily figure out what that last bit was about.

Mr. Johnson stepped up to the woman and they started talking. Lauren couldn't figure out the words. She was more focused on the corgi in front of her.

The dog looked at her funny. Clearly it was not used to seeing humans acting that way. Lauren started to panic. She glanced at Mr. Johnson, but the two were having a conversation nearby and were not looking her way. She looked back at the dog, who by now was slowly circling her. She didn't dare move a muscle. The dog was much smaller than her, but her whole body was unprotected. She feared that it would bite her if aggravated.

When the dog reached her backside, it stopped. Lauren could feel it sniffing her between her legs. Her eyes widened in shock. Could it feel her excitement? Would it consider her a bitch if it did? Oh, god! She shot a glance at Mr. Johnson, willing him to finish talking and come back for her. Her whole body tensed. She didn't know what she was expecteing, at least she didn't want to acknowledge it, but she just couldn't relax in that situation. The sniffing stopped. And Lauren could hear the corgi moving next to her.

She let out a huge sigh of relief. The dog was not interested in her. Well, at least not in what she had to offer back there. Lauren almost jumped out of her skin when she felt something cold suddenly touch her nipple. Then she realised that the puppy was sniffing her tit with its cold, wet nose. Sniffing at first, then licking. Lauren could feel the dog's rugged tongue hungrily lapping away at her right teat. She had never experienced anything like that. Ever since the disappointment she saw in her first boyfriend's eyes after removing her bra for the first time, she had never let anyone close to her boobies. Her poor little titties have been sheltered behind several layers of padding and clothes for the last couple of years. She knew they were sensitive, she just didn't realise how sensitive. She had never thought nipple stimulation alone could feel so good. She let out a loud groan as she felt her juices flow down her legs. She arched her back, and she could feel her arms and legs getting weaker. She bit her lip at the intense battle raging through her body. Was it bad? Was it good? She couldn't think straight. She was so lost in the sensation she basically forgot where she was. She readied herself to scream at the heavens. And then...

"Come, Babe!" said the woman, "We are going." The corgi immediately scampered towards its owner, leaving Lauren without any further stimuli.

What? Nooooooooo! Lauren growled. Her whole body shuddering, she let out a disappointed whimper. She was mere seconds away from something great and it was taken from her. She was so far gone, she even considered finishing the 'job' herself, despite Mr. Johnson watching. But she didn't. She just stood there panting, trying to clear her mind.

"Come, Lola!" he walked up to her. "It's time we were on our way." He started leading Lola, I mean Lauren, back to the house. "May must be sick with worry."

Screw May, thought Lauren. But despite her low opinion of the woman, she depended on May. At least until she got her away from Mr. Johnson. Lauren was extremely glad that May didn't know Mr. Johnson knew her from work. She definitely would have told him if she knew.

Once they arrived back at the yard, Lauren spotted a backpack hanging from the fence with a note on it. Mr. Johnson walked up and read the note out loud.

"Sorry, Mr. J, Danny had some emergency and he came to pick me up. We couldn't wait." Lauren could feel beads of sweat rolling down her back. "Please take good care of Lola for the evening. We'll come pick her up first thing in the morning." Lauren's jaw dropped. Did that bitch just leave her with her elder neighbour for the day? "Don't forget, she is a puppy and should be treated like one." Lauren gripped the grass as she clenched her fists in disbelief. "I'm sure once her punishment is over we'll all laugh at this together. Tell her that her bed will be put to better use than it had seen in the last couple of years." Lauren was shaking with anger at this last sentence. It was obviously the way May tried to 'keep her spirit up'. By telling that she would be fucking her ex in her bed while she was stuck playing doggie with the geezer.

"Well," started Mr. Johnson, "I think that means we'll get to know each other better." he said while folding May's letter.

Lauren looked at the neighbour pleadingly.

"I think I have a few good ideas for the day." he smiled at Lauren.