Betty's besties

The following weekend, the trio found themselves back at the same secluded trailhead, the late afternoon sun casting a warm golden glow through the dense canopy of aspens. The air was crisp, tinged with the earthy scent of fallen leaves. Betty’s heart raced as she stepped out of Laura’s hatchback, her backpack slung over one shoulder, but this time, there was an extra bag—courtesy of Laura and Shannon.

“Okay, Betts, you ready for this?” Laura asked, her green eyes gleaming with mischievous excitement as she hefted a canvas tote bag from the trunk. “We got you something special. For an improved experience, you know?”

Shannon, her blonde braid bouncing as she hopped out of the car, grinned with joyful anticipation. “Yeah, we figured last time you had so much fun as a puppy. And you looked so adorable. Not easy to top, but let’s try.”

Betty raised an eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation fluttering in her chest. “What did you guys do?”

Laura opened the bag, pulling out a collection of items that made Betty’s eyes widen. There were soft knee pads, a pair of lockable paw mitts designed to mimic a dog’s paws, a leather dog mask complete with a snout and a ring-gag for the human mouth under it, even a sleek black collar with a small padlock and a long, sturdy leash.

“Oh my God,” Betty breathed, her cheeks flushing as she ran her fingers over the smooth leather of the collar. “You guys… this is a lot.”

Shannon laughed, nudging her gently. “We thought you’d like to lean into the whole ‘dog fantasy’ thing. Plus, we wanted to show you we’re all in. You’re not alone in this, you know? Also, I thought I’d have to thank you for the pictures. Seriously, I already watched the videos again.”

“Obviously alone.”, Laura remarked with a grin.

“Hey,” Shannon pouted, “what do you want to hint at?”, starting to blush towards Betty, “I mean, I didn’t do much more than watch.”

Betty didn’t know what to say and focused back on the gear: “Well, you shouldn’t have, but since you did, it would be a waste not to give it a try, right?”

Laura gave Betty a strong pat on her back, “Right. And who doesn’t want to be bitch in the forest again, this time with upgrades, right?”, she winked.

When they had reached the clearing, this time, Laura held the backpack, confiscating Laura’s clothes piece by piece right as they went off, while Shannon prepared the extra gear for today. The cool air kissed Betty’s bare skin, before she received new layers from Shannon.

The knee pads hugged Betty comfortably, the paw mitts locked snugly around her hands, forcing her fingers into a curled position. The dog mask fit over her face, the snout giving her an oddly liberating sense of anonymity, and the ring-gag, though unfamiliar, sent a thrill through her as Laura secured it. Not being able to close her jaw was something new she had to adapt to first. Finally, Shannon put the collar around her neck and secured the buckle. She attached the leash, giving it a playful tug.

“Look at you,” Shannon said, stepping back to admire their work. “You’re, like, the cutest forest pup ever.”

Betty, on all fours, let out a muffled laugh through the gag, her eyes sparkling with a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration, discomfort and spirit of adventure. She gave a playful shake of her head, the mask’s ears flopping slightly. “This is so weird,” she tried to say, though the gag turned her words into a garbled mumble.

Shannon giggled, holding the leash loosely. “Come on, pup. Let’s take you for a walk.”

The hike was shorter than the last, as the three friends quickly realized crawling on all fours was more taxing for Betty than her usual sprints. The knee pads protected her from the rough earth, but the position was unfamiliar, her muscles straining as she moved along the trail. Laura and Shannon walked beside her.

“You look wonderful, Betts.”. Shannon remarked. She gave Betty any time in the world to proceed, and took pictures from all angles whenever Laura took the leash.

Laura meanwhile tried to capture any unique physical features of Betty’s body, against the obstacles of the extra layers which she gladly involved in any pictures, just to keep the right impression what happened here with Betty. When she took the lead, she frequently tugged on the leash: “Comon, bitch. No pain no gain.” She half-jokingly remarked: “If you endure, we might even find a less abandoned spot with a chance to meet new people.” Betty felt a chill running down her spine regarding that humorous prospect but the gag disabled voicing her concerns.

They kept to the same abandoned path, the forest as quiet as ever, with only the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirp of a bird breaking the silence.

At one point, Shannon tugged the leash gently, guiding Betty toward a small cluster of ferns. “Go sniff around, pup,” she teased, her voice warm with affection and her gaze admiring her best friend’s wiggling ass.

Betty played along, crawling toward the ferns and nudging them with her masked snout, her muffled giggles echoing in the clearing. Shannon clapped her hands, delighted. “You’re nailing this, Betts. Maybe you really were meant to be a dog.”

After about twenty minutes, Betty’s arms and knees were starting to ache, and she signaled for a break by sitting back on her haunches. Shannon went to unclip the leash, but Laura stopped her.

“Just one final thing, bitch. Mark your territory.”, Laura commanded her friend, explaining: “Once you are able to walk longer, you’ll need to pee in this outfit anyways. So better get used to it now.”

Shannon following Laura’s example of getting her phone ready to record indicated Betty she had no chance to convince them otherwise. ‘Maybe Laura is right’, she thought to herself, but she didn’t feel it was necessary to admit that.

On her hands and shins, Betty considered lifting a leg but then spread her legs instead pushing her bottom back and downwards. A small stream of her urine sprayed on the ground. She hesitated unsure if everything had dropped but then retrieved her crawling position.

“Good puppy”, Shannon hurried to pet Betty’s head.

By tugging on the leash, Laura made the decision to give Betty the additional training of walking back, despite the obvious exhaustion. The three friends took slower steps, adjusting to Betty’s condition, but with persistence they finally reached the clearing they had started, where Shannon and Laura calmly freed the human puppy from her gear.

“That was… intense,” Betty said, catching her breath as she stretched her arms. “Fun, though. Really fun.”

Laura plopped down beside her, handing her a water bottle. “I am enjoying this more and more. It looks like it totally suits you. We need to do this again.”

Shannon nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, but maybe we build up your stamina for the whole ‘puppy crawl’ thing. You’re not exactly a marathon dog yet.”

Betty chuckled hesitantly, not being exactly the athletic type volunteering for any exercises.

Back at their apartment that evening, the three friends sprawled across the living room, the remnants of takeout pizza scattered on the coffee table. The fairy lights cast a soft glow, and the mood was intimate, yet something had changed the dynamic of their years of friendship. Betty, now dressed in sweats and a loose tee, sipped a soda, her thoughts swirling with the day’s adventure.

Laura, lounging on the couch, broke the comfortable silence. “So, real talk, Betty. You’re loving this, right? The whole naked-in-the-woods, pet-play vibe.”

Betty hesitated, her fingers tracing the rim of her can. “Yeah, I ... I am. It’s… it’s like I’m tapping into something I didn’t even know I needed." She paused, looking into the void on the floor. "But it’s also kind of scary, you know? Like, what if I’m going too far? Also, I feel a little bit pushed since I told you.”

Shannon tilted her head, her braid slipping over her shoulder. “Too far? You seem to be very happy. We want you to feel safe while we watch out for you. What scares you the most?”

Betty bit her lip, her voice soft. “I guess… I’m worried I’ll get too into it. Or that someone will find out." She looked at Sharon with genuine enthusiasm now. "I mean, it’s really amazing. You brought me to a whole new level. But what if we’d run into someone? It’s one thing for me to be naked, but with the leash and all that? It’s… a lot.” Her eyes were wide open about the mess of mixed feelings and thoughts.

Laura sat up, her expression serious. “Okay, fair. But hear me out." She tilted forward, forearms on her thighs. "What if we lean into this together? Like, Shannon and I could take the lead a bit—guide you, keep things safe. You trust us, right?”

Betty nodded without hesitation. “Of course I do. You guys are my everything.”

Shannon got closer now, too, her eyes bright with kindness: “We wouldn’t want anything bad happen to you. Ever!”

“And even more when we are in charge.”, Laura added.

Shannon seemed to have caught a thought from the air: “I could imagine how weird people might act seeing us leading you on the leash, though. They might get the wrong idea. I mean, we all wouldn’t want the police involved in such a scene.”

“Oh no!”, Betty was shocked about the thought.

Only Laura stayed calm: “Simple solution. We need a way to make clear this is all consensual. Like, proof that you’re okay with this. Something we can easily pull up on our phones to calm down any stranger by showing that you are cool with this, Betts. I mean, if we should meet anyone. These trails are pretty much abandoned for sure.”

That last reminder calmed Betty’s nerves. It was all just covering the unlikely whats and ifs. So, she curiously asked: “Proof? Like what?”

Laura exchanged a glance with Shannon, then spoke carefully. “What if we took some pictures or videos? Nothing crazy, just you, maybe with your ID, saying you want this. Maybe even a written note. That way, if anything ever comes up, we’ve got it covered. Plus, it could be… fun, you know? A way to document this side of you.”

Betty’s cheeks flushed, but the idea sent a spark of excitement through her. The thought of being so vulnerable, so open with her best friends, was daunting but thrilling. “You mean, like, me naked, with my ID, saying I’m okay with you guys… what, dominating me?”

Shannon confessed: “Now that you brought it up, I’d feel way more comfortable with that.” She seemed still puzzled by the thought of any scene involving trouble.

Laura grinned, her tone playful but reassuring. “Exactly. A license to be bossy, so to speak. It’s about us helping you explore this, right? You could check the material any time, or revoke the license. Any time you feel uncomfortable with the arrangement.”

Betty took a deep breath, her mind racing. The idea was bold, but the trust she had in Laura and Shannon was unshakable. They’d already gone so far to support her, to embrace her secret without judgment, even gifted her with this gear. She didn’t want to think how expensive this must have been. Their besties weren’t rich either. “Okay,” she said finally, her voice steady. “Let’s do it. But just with you guys for now, okay? No pic posting anywhere.”

“Pinky-swear!”, Shannon promised with a wide grin. No posting meant she could still collect more pictures for herself. A girl needed variety when entertaining herself.

Laura clapped her hands, her excitement infectious. “Deal. Let’s set it up.”

They moved to Betty’s bedroom, where the light was soft and the space felt safe. It was all a slow process due to all the preparations. Shannon cared for the recording set up, searching for the small phone tripod she possessed, while Betty fought with her emotions. Laura seemed the busiest, searching and rewriting the recording script and an official sounding document to sign. She printed out two copies.

Betty stripped down again, her skin prickling with both nerves and anticipation. Shannon set up her phone on the tripod and handed Betty her driver’s license. She held it up, her naked form framed in the soft light, and spoke clearly to the camera, after having memorized the script.

“I’m Betty Harper, and I consent to the owner of this video dominating me in any possible way, for example keeping me nude, binding me, leading me on a leash, and more. This is all consensual as I trust them completely. Please don’t intervene. If they invite you to interact with me in an offered way, be my guest. I fully consent to any interactions permitted by my owners. I also grant my owners full copyrights on any pictures and videos of me.”

Then, after hesitating for a moment, she signed two copies of a paper without having had the chance to read any of it. Her heart pounding with a mix of vulnerability and empowerment.

Betty paused for a moment, looking at her besties: “Was it all alright? Shall I do it again?”

“No need. You nailed it.”, Laura assured her.

It all went so quickly, Betty had to ask once more: “Laura, I am not so sure about the last sentence. You need that for keeping the material for yourself, right?”

“You got it.”, snapped Laura detaining the papers before helping Shannon to share the video with her without deconstructing the camera setup.

Shannon nearly jumped out of excitement: “You’re amazing, Betts. This is gonna be our little pact, okay? Just us.”

When Betty started looking where she dropped her clothes, Shannon got an idea: “Hey Betts, how about we use the setup for a small extra video.”

Betty didn’t stop looking, still holding her shirt: “What do you mean? What kind of video?”

“How about you return a small favor to your bestie, Betts? I sometimes hear you using one of the humming toys from the drawer there, but I would love to see you in action with it for once.”

Betty’s fully blushed in embarrassment. She didn’t know anyone had ever heard any of that. Whenever she was eager to pleasure herself and knew Shannon was present in the neighboring room, she waited for a long silence assuming Shannon had gone to sleep. But then she remembered when she had looked up some of the items her besties had acquired. These were not casual gifts but significant expenses. The guilt washed away hesitation. Shannon’s recent praises echoed in Betty’s mind, putting delight in her response with a warm heart.

“Okay, Shan. You better get some ice cream cause it's gonna get hot in here.”, Betty announced with resolve.

She got her vibrator from the drawer and spontaneously went through several positions she might have seen here and there, trying to emulate potential role models for a good show for her bestie, eventually failing even as a clumsy amateur. She emulated as best as she could. You could say she compliment her to have been very motivated.

Laura kept the camera spot on, giving some aggressive direction, and Betty tried to obey: “Show us your assets. Make love to the camera, slut. Crave the action!”

Meanwhile Shannon had taken a good spot to observe in comfort, especially since she could rewind and repeat the action later any time. Fortunately for her privacy, she wasn’t such a moaner. For now, she enjoyed that Betty was busy looking into the camera, unable to catch Shannon’s eyes following her every move and curve while having a hand deep in her pocket.

As they settled back into the living room, the weight of the day settled over them, a mix of exhilaration and intimacy. Betty felt lighter, as if sharing her secret—and now documenting it—had bound her even closer to her best friends. The forest, the gear, the leash, the camera—it was all part of something bigger, something they were building together. She was also happy to have partly restored the balance of giving by granting that favor of a show. These little, naughty adventures had turned to be so deliberating for her. For now, all her worries about ending up naked on the internet were forgotten, and so were any sorrows about college life and family obligations.

Shannon wrapped an arm around Betty’s shoulders, pulling her into a hug. “We’ve got you, Betts. Always.”