Public Crawl & Open Mating

The coastal path was bathed in mid-morning sun, quiet except for the distant crash of waves and the occasional car on the access road.

Mistress opened the side gate and stepped aside.

Eva crawled out first—completely naked except for three items:

A small pink chastity cage locked tightly around her tiny clit, the bell on the PA ring jingling with every movement of her hips.

A fluffy pink dog-ear headband clipped securely into her hair.

A thick pink leather collar with a chrome ring engraved MATING BITCH.

A short black leash was clipped to the ring and split into two leads—one for Titan, one for Rex.

Both dogs trotted beside her, tails wagging, already alert and excited by the open air.

Inside Eva’s ass was a hollow silicone butt plug fitted with a long, realistic black-and-tan dog tail extension.

The tail swayed heavily behind her with every crawl, brushing the backs of her thighs, the hollow core keeping her constantly open and ready.

She crawled the entire time—knees and palms on the warm pavement, back arched, ass high, tail raised like an invitation.

No standing.

No walking upright.

Just the slow, humiliating crawl of a bitch being taken for her morning exercise.

Mistress walked five paces behind, casual in sunglasses and a linen sundress, phone in hand recording every second.

“Head up, puppy,” she said calmly.

“Tail high.

If any dog wants to mount you, you present immediately.

No hesitation.

No covering up.

You’re not hiding anything today.”

They hadn’t gone fifty yards when the first encounter happened.

A middle-aged man walking his large German Shepherd appeared around the bend.

The shepherd smelled her instantly—nose high, ears forward, pulling hard on his leash.

Eva froze for half a second.

Mistress’s voice was soft but firm:

“Present, mating bitch.”

Eva dropped her chest to the pavement, knees spreading wide, ass lifting high, tail raised straight up like a flag.

The shepherd lunged.

His owner didn’t even try to hold him back—he just let the leash go slack, eyes wide.

The dog circled once, sniffed her exposed holes, then mounted.

His front paws wrapped around her waist, claws scratching lightly across her back.

His hips thrust forward—clumsy at first, then finding the mark.

The hollow plug was still inside.

The dog’s cock slid along the outside, pressing, probing.

Mistress stepped closer, crouched, and gently pulled the plug free with one smooth motion.

A wet pop.

The tail fell away, landing on the path.

The shepherd thrust again—deeper this time, knot already swelling.

Eva gasped, voice high and clear:

“Thank you… for letting him…”

The knot locked with a slick sound.

The man watched, mouth open, phone already in his hand recording.

Two women on bikes slowed to a stop twenty yards away.

A delivery van pulled over on the access road, window down.

Three more walkers appeared from the other direction and froze.

Eva stayed perfectly presented—chest flat, ass high, tail-less now, cum already beginning to leak around the knot as the dog panted above her.

Mistress smiled politely at the growing audience.

“She’s in training to be a perfect mating partner.

He’s welcome to finish.

Anyone else’s dog is welcome too.”

The knot held for eleven minutes—long, hot pulses flooding deep inside her.

When it finally popped free, thick canine cum poured out in ropes, splattering the pavement beneath her.

The shepherd dismounted, licked her face once, then trotted back to his owner.

The man stammered “thanks” and hurried away—still filming over his shoulder.

Eva stayed presented—ass high, dripping, waiting.

Mistress reinserted the hollow plug and reattached the tail.

“Up, puppy.

Crawl on.”

They continued.

A quarter-mile later, two young men on mountain bikes with two large Rottweilers stopped.

One laughed in disbelief.

“Dude… is this real?”

Mistress answered cheerfully:

“She’s very friendly and very well-trained.

If your boys want a turn, she’s ready.”

Eva dropped to present without command—chest down, knees wide, tail lifted high.

The first Rottweiler mounted immediately—fast, heavy, knot locking in under thirty seconds.

The second waited, whining, until the first pulled free.

Then he took his turn.

The cyclists filmed openly.

A small crowd had gathered now—five or six people, phones out, murmuring in shock and fascination.

Eva stayed presented through both matings—cum dripping steadily, tail swaying with each thrust, bell on her cage jingling softly.

When the second knot popped free, Mistress tugged the plug back in, reattached the tail, and gave the command:

“Up, puppy.

Continue the walk.”

They crawled the full loop—another mile.

Two more dogs mounted her on the return path (one a neighbor’s loose Husky, one a stray that appeared from the dunes).

By the time they reached the gate Eva had been publicly knotted six times—cum running down both thighs in thick streams, tail matted and heavy, body trembling with exhaustion and arousal.

Mistress led her inside, unclipped the leashes, and guided her to the bedroom floor.

Eva collapsed onto the soft rug, panting, face flushed, holes still twitching and leaking.

Mistress knelt, cupped her chin, and kissed her deeply—tasting the salt and musk on her lips.

“You were exquisite, my little public bitch.

Everyone saw.

Everyone knows now.”

Eva’s voice—clear, high, trembling with devotion:

“Thank you… Mommy… for letting them… mate me… in front of everyone…”

Mistress smiled.

“Every morning from now on, puppy.

Naked crawl.

Tail in.

Ready to present and be knotted whenever a dog wants you.

Until the whole coast treats you like the open mating bitch you are.”

Eva nuzzled Mistress’s thigh, whispering:

“Yes, Mommy…

I want them all… to mount me… to knot me… in public… forever…”

Titan and Rex padded over, licking her face and thighs clean—affectionate, possessive.

Mistress clipped Eva’s leash to the foot of the bed.

“Rest now.

Tomorrow’s walk will be longer—and we’ll bring more toys to keep you open for them.”

Eva curled between her mates, tail still swaying, cum still dripping.

She fell asleep smiling—dreaming of leashes, open paths, and knots under the sun.