Betty's besties

The next day, when Shannon was about to store her copy of the signed document away. On that occasion, she read it the first time, which made her read it a second and a third time, before looking for Laura to ask about it: “Laura, is now a bit time to ask you something? There are several paragraphs here about the copyright Laura granted us.”

Laura didn’t seem to be surprised about the issue though she wasn’t expecting her bestie to address it. “Oh that.”, she half-heartedly expressed, “I was in a hurry and copied the most suitable legal templates I found on the spot.”

“It reads that Laura sells us these copyrights, ehm … here: ‘the use of their performance, image, and likeness, and assigns the copyright of the resulting work’. And …”, Shannon flew over the copy in her hands, “… for one Dollar and the already fulfilled services to her.”

“Don’t worry, Shannon. I already transferred the Dollar to Betty’s bank account.”, Laura coldly responded as she continued surfing the internet.

“But …”, Shannon doubtful concluded, conscious adding a high alert to her voice, “That means Laura couldn’t revoke these rights? We could publish her pictures any time and make money of it?”

“And any videos.”, Laura added. Then she closed in on Shannon, trying to manage the potential conflict with her bestie. “I don’t intend to exploit that option. We are her besties. Would you?”

“No!”, Shannon burst out, “I would never!”, before calming down again. “But shouldn’t we tell her? We could still exchange it for a better contract.”

But Laura wasn’t fine with that proposal: “And scare her again of her newly found freedom? What’s the harm in it? Let sleeping dogs lie.”

Shannon put her hand to her chin for a thinking posture. “She was quite happy again this morning, even danced in the kitchen with a passionate hip. You might be right, Laura. Okay. Let’s just keep it this way. There’s still no trouble just keeping her videos for ourselves, right?”

“Not at all”, Laura assured her with a wide grin.

The weeks blurred into a rhythm of anticipation and adventure, but also getting into a certain routine. Each weekend brought the trio back to the whispering woods. The abandoned paths they chose grew more familiar while Betty was getting more endurant walking in her restraints. With a newly found peace of her true self, she even found herself anticipating exploring new ground in that forest. Who knows what they would find … or whom. ‘No,’ Betty reprimanded herself, ‘She didn’t really want to have any encounter. The thrilling fantasy was one thing but her reality another, as unforeseen pains from her weirdly bound arms and legs occasionally reminded her about.

Occasionally things were just funny though. For example, recently, Shannon had asked Betty about her current favorite song. Soon after at home, she had shown her a compilation of all her videos recording Betty’s rear on the forest walks. Her naked butt wiggled with such a provocation, she was sure none of the fellow male students could have resisted. Betty had to admit at least from that angle she did have a great ass, even more underlined by her walking in gear. Or maybe she had gained it due to the repeating walks? The fun came mostly from her favorite song seemingly giving her booty a strict rhythm to twist to, sometimes back and forth in rewind. Shannon had done a great job matching video and music, so Betty couldn’t resist to just laugh about it with her best friend.

A few minutes later, when Betty was gone from Shannon’s computer, Laura also got to see that video. She also had to laugh, but it was more about the mix with the number of views, likes, and the great rating of the video published on the Porn Music Video haven internet page.

“I wouldn’t have thought you would share something like this before me, Shannon.”, she poked the long-haired, blonde beauty.

Shannon defensively picked up the bait: “It’s just her ass. Nobody will ever recognize her like this. Besides, it’s just too great not to share it. Are you aware how many hours I put into this edit?” Both laughed.

Laura looked towards the door making sure Betty wasn’t ear dropping. “Very understandably. You are totally right that it’s fine. Besides, Betty isn’t the only supposed to have her fun in this. We have made so much effort hence we deserve some treat, too. Right?”

“Right!”, Shannon exclaimed engaging in a clumsy high-five with her bestie.

“It’s a great test ground. But don’t give too much away for free, Shannon.”, Laura advised her before leaving her room.

One Saturday morning with a fresh breeze, as the leaves began their autumnal shift to gold and crimson, they ventured deeper into a lesser-trodden trail, the air alive with the scent of pine and damp earth. Betty, already naked in the clearing, eyed the upgraded gear with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Laura held up the paw mitts, now fitted with small locks at the wrists, while Shannon dangled the collar, its padlock gleaming.

"Ready for the next level, bitch?" barked Laura playfully as she knelt to secure the knee pads.

Betty hesitated, her bare skin prickling in the cool breeze. "Locks? Like, really? What if I need to get out quick?"

Shannon smiled reassuringly, clipping the collar around Betty's neck with a soft click. "That's the thrill, right? Trusting us to hold the keys. We're right here, Betts. No one's taking this off without us."

Betty's heart raced, a flicker of concern crossing her face, but the rush of vulnerability won out. She trusted them—her best friends, her anchors. "Okay," she murmured, extending her hands for the paw mitts. The locks snapped shut, sealing her into the role, her fingers curled uselessly inside the soft leather. Now Laura also retrieved some new restraint folding Betty’s arms and legs, both coming with strong elbow and knee sheets, padding her four smaller contacts with the ground even more. Her newly folded dog legs, thick and short, were also secured, though, like riding boots, those were very unlikely for Betty to get off without help from other persons anyway.

With the dog mask in place, the ring-gag—a slightly larger version than last time—forcing her jaw open just a bit wider, Betty found herself in a much more extreme version of herself on all fours. The involuntary drool started almost immediately, a thin trail escaping her lips as Shannon attached the leash. "There we go," Shannon said, giving a gentle tug. "Let's see how far you can go today."

The hike began slowly, Betty's muscles adapting to the quadruped gait. They'd been training her, extending the time on all fours from minutes to nearly an hour. Her breaths came in muffled huffs through the snout, the larger gag making her jaw ache faintly, but she pushed on, the praise from her friends fueling her.

"Good girl," Shannon cooed after ten minutes, her hand stroking Betty's back. "You're getting so strong at this."

“You are a natural for this”, Laura added with an insulting undertone.

After a short distance seemingly miles from Betty’s perspective, Shannon produced a shallow bowl from a bag and filled it with water from a bottle. "Time to drink, pup. Through the snout, just like we practiced."

Betty leaned down, her masked face hovering over the bowl. The ring-gag made lapping awkward, water splashing and mixing with her drool, but she managed, swallowing in small, careful gulps. Learned to swallow with her mouth held open by a ring-gag had been a much worse challenging she had already overcome. A small amount of liquid dribbled down her chin, trailing onto her chest, the mixed in saliva making it sticky. But with her paws locked, she couldn't wipe it away. The mud from the stream's edge clung to her knees and paws, an adhesive reminder of her reduced control.

"Nice job," Shannon praised, offering a small piece of chocolate as a treat. "Open wide—well, just keep it open and don’t lose your treat. I know you can do it."

Betty sat on her folded rear legs, tilted her head up, the gag holding her mouth agape as Shannon placed the snack on her tongue. Swallowing was a challenge, the chocolate melting slowly, but she did it, earning a chorus of "Good pup!" from Shannon. The verbal affirmations hit deeper than the treats, sending a warm glow through her.

As the trip progressed, Laura took over and led Betty off the path into thicker underbrush. The low bushes scratched at her sides, thorns tugging at her exposed skin in ways her free arms once could have deflected. "Stay close, bitch," Laura called, veering into a denser patch, the leash pulling Betty along.

Having taken over from there, Shannon—perhaps distracted or just unaware — guided Betty toward a cluster of nettles hidden among the ferns. The stinging leaves brushed against her swinging breasts first, a sharp, burning prickle that made her whimper through the gag, her body jerking instinctively.

"Mmf!" Betty protested, trying to back away, but the leash held firm.

Shannon tugged lightly, her voice casual. "Come on, pup. It's just a little adventure."

The nettles continued their assault, grazing her belly and then, agonizingly, her inner thighs and genitals as she crawled through. Tears pricked her eyes from the sting, her whimpers turning to muffled pleas, but Shannon pressed on, ignoring the sounds, leading her out the other side after what felt like an eternity.

Back on the path, Laura noticed the red welts forming on Betty's skin. "Whoa, looks like our doggy wandered into some nettles," she said with a playful grin. "Naughty bitch, getting into trouble."

Shannon chuckled, ruffling Betty's masked head: "Oh, where'd you lead yourself, pup? Gotta watch those paws."

Betty, still stinging, felt a surge of frustration, but it melted under their lighthearted teasing. She didn't voice a complaint—after all, it was part of the thrill, the loss of control she enjoyed. Instead, she nuzzled against Shannon's leg, earning more praise and emotional comfort opposing the annoying itching. Then her bestie stopped and produced a cream jar from her tiny backpack. Calm and slowly her tenders tendered the sensitive flesh, generously oiling Betty’s exposed skin even where the nettles hadn’t touched. She went over the same areas several times before going endless circles around the hanging breasts. Although not at all into women, Betty couldn’t resist to enjoy the care, even where it clearly went into petting her breast intensively. She wasn’t sure if under her mask she blushed from embarrassment or arousal, and was glad it remained hidden. Betty could almost feel an increasing heat between her rear legs.

Laura and Shannon incorporated commands into the routine: "Sit," "Stay," "Heel." Betty obeyed, her body responding eagerly despite the challenges. During one break, Laura upgraded the ring-gag again, swapping it for an even larger one mid-hike. "This'll stretch you a bit more," she said, locking it in place. The increased opening made drooling constant, a shiny trail down her chin and onto her body, but Betty adapted, her muffled responses growing more compliant. This meant her guardians had to give her water her more often though.

Pictures and videos documented it all—close-ups of her locked gear, action shots of her crawling through mud, even intimate angles of her drinking or enduring the nettles' aftermath. Each release at the hike's end was a ritual: keys unlocking paws and collar, mask slipping off to reveal Betty's flushed, drool-smeared face. She always emerged exhausted with a significant ache, but oddly fulfilled, a quiet buzz of satisfaction humming through her, mirrored in her besties’ subtle signs of satisfaction.

But there was something else—a persistent moisture between her legs, slick and undeniable, every single time. Did they notice? Saliva, mud, and water should have worked well to conceal her body’s reaction. The way Laura's eyes lingered sometimes, or Shannon's knowing smile—maybe they knew anyways. But Betty never asked, savoring the secret thrill as they packed up and headed home, already planning the next weekend's escapade.

Then Laura started to order Betty to wait until home before cleaning up herself, sometimes with the incentive that Shannon would do it. Or to leave away underwear on the way home, going “commando” as she quoted from the internet. One day Laura even insisted Betty stayed nude on the way back. That sudden increase in exposure towards the public turned out to be so frightening for Betty that she almost quit listening, so that never happened again. When Laura and Shannon acquired a big dog transport box set up in the back of the car and shifted the release from the gear to home, Betty was very compliant. The cover of the gear, the box, and the car made all the difference in confidence. It even gave her a solitary peace of mind, providing her more time to shift and wind down from the activities before having to be her old, socially accepted human self again.

Six weeks had gone by, the forest was quieter than usual that Saturday, the air heavy with the promise of an early autumn chill. Betty, Laura, and Shannon had ventured onto a new path. They were still confident it was as deserted due to how visible nature was reclaiming the abandoned signs of human trespassing. Betty was looking around more often.

The trail wound through dense thickets, the ground soft with pine needles, and Betty crawled in her full gear—locked paw mitts, knee pads, collar, and the largest ring-gag that would ever fit, even making her pant very dog-like, her jaw stretched wide, drool glistening on her chin. The leash, held loosely by Shannon, swayed with each of Betty’s careful steps. Laura circled around them, looking for opportunities for a fresh adventuring task.

Betty’s muscles had grown stronger over weeks of training, her body adapting to the quadruped gait. She moved with a quiet confidence, her naked skin dappled by the sunlight filtering through the canopy. The thrill of exposure, of being their “pup,” pulsed through her, heightened by the locked gear that left her utterly dependent on her friends, and enriched by her owners expanding their control in time and intensity. Her mind most often ceased to wander around and focused on obeying the commands and satisfying her keepers, emotions rising and falling with their attention and reactions.

They were deep into the trail when a rustle broke the silence—a low bark, followed by the crunch of boots. Laura froze, her hand signaling for Shannon to stop. Betty’s head snapped up, her masked eyes wide as she looked to her friends for guidance. A man emerged around a bend, a towering Great Dane at his side, its sleek, solid black coat gleaming, moving freely without a leash. The man, broad-shouldered with a scruffy beard, stopped short, his eyes widening at the sight of Betty on all fours, her gear unmistakable.

Laura and Shannon exchanged a glance, assessing Betty’s reaction. Her breath hitched, but her gaze was steady, a spark of curiosity mingling with her nerves. Laura nodded subtly to Shannon, a silent agreement to stay and face the stranger. They could bolt, but the man’s surprise softened into a cautious smile, and he raised a hand in greeting, keeping his distance.

“Hey.”, the man greeted a bit louder. “Brutus, stay,” he commanded firmly, and the Dane immediately sat, its intelligent eyes flicking between the trio and Betty, who remained still, her heart pounding. The man reached into his pocket, pulling out a leash and clipping it onto Brutus’s collar with a practiced motion. “Just to make you folks feel safer,” he said, his tone warm but careful. “Didn’t expect company out here.”

Laura stepped forward, her posture relaxed but alert. “Hi!”, she greeted back. “Yeah, we thought this path was pretty quiet. I’m Laura, this is Shannon, and… that’s Betty.” She gestured to Betty, who tilted her masked head, a muffled sound escaping the gag.

The man nodded, his eyes lingering on Betty’s gear with curiosity rather than judgment. “I’m Dave. This is Brutus. We walk this path every day, same time and others. I live just a mile off, big property, no neighbors. It’s… peaceful out here.” He chuckled, scratching his beard. “Gotta say, you folks are doing something unique.”

Shannon, holding Betty’s leash, smiled tightly but kept her tone friendly. “Yeah, it’s kind of our thing. Betty’s exploring her, uh, wild side.”

Dave’s gaze softened, and he kept Brutus at his side, the leash now ensuring a comfortable gap between them. “I get it. Live and let live, right? Brutus listens well, but I figured the leash would be better for first impressions.” The Dane’s tail thumped once, as if in agreement, its eyes locked on Betty with a curious tilt of its head.

Betty, still on all fours, felt a rush of heat under the scrutiny—not just from Dave, but from Brutus’s unwavering stare. The degradation of being seen like this, naked and collared, sent a shiver through her, her body betraying her with a familiar warmth between her rear legs. She glanced up at Laura and Shannon, her eyes pleading for direction

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Laura, reading her like an open book, smiled. “Well, Dave, we might see you around. Same time, same path?”

Dave nodded, his expression genuinely friendly. “Anytime. You’re welcome to join us. Brutus loves humans, and I keep to myself. No trouble here.” With a tip of his head and a “Heel, Brutus” the pair continued down the path, leaving the trio in a charged silence.

Back home, Laura and Shannon unlocked Betty’s gear, the familiar ritual grounding them all. Betty stretched her jaw, wiping away drool as the mask came off, her cheeks flushed. Betty, still dirty, sat on a blanket, her besties surrounding her.

“So,” Laura began, her tone careful but probing, “what did you think about that, Betts? Running into Dave and Brutus?”

Betty bit her lip, her fingers twisting in the grass. “It was… intense. Like, I was nervous, but also… I don’t know. It felt kind of good? Being seen like that, but not judged. He was nice, and the leash thing made it less scary.”

Shannon leaned forward, her eyes sharp with interest. “You were excited, weren’t you? I saw how you looked at us, like you didn’t want to run away.”

Betty’s blush deepened, but she nodded. “Yeah. I mean, it’s humiliating, but… that’s part of it. I liked that he didn’t make it weird. And Brutus…” She trailed off, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

Laura’s eyebrows shot up, a grin spreading. “Oh, you liked Brutus staring at you, huh? Our bitch has a fan.”

Betty laughed, swatting Laura’s arm. “Shut up! It was just… different. I don’t know how to explain it.”

Shannon’s expression turned thoughtful. “You want to experience that again, don’t you? Be honest.”

Betty hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, maybe. I think I might do.”

The next weekend, they returned to the same path, timed to cross Dave’s daily walk. Betty was back in her gear, the locks clicking into place, her drool steady. Laura and Shannon had grown more confident in their roles over the last weeks, now even more assured by Betty’s recent feedback about what was about to come. Their commands came sharper, their leash tugs more deliberate.

As they heard Brutus’s low bark in the distance, Betty’s pulse quickened, her body humming with anticipation. Dave appeared, Brutus walking freely at his side until he spotted the trio. “Brutus, sit,” he commanded, and the Dane obeyed instantly. Dave clipped the leash on again, offering a reassuring smile. “Hey, good to see you again,” he said, his tone easy. “Mind if Brutus says hi to your… pup?”

Shannon glanced at Betty, reading her wide-eyed excitement, then nodded. “Go for it. She’s friendly.”

“Promise she won’t bite.”, Laura added jokingly, lightening up the situation.

Dave released the leash this time, waited a few seconds, then whispered “Release”. Only then Brutus approached slowly, taking slight notice of Laura and Shannon. He sniffed the air around Betty. She froze, her breath hitching as the massive dog circled her, his nose brushing close to her masked face. The sensation was electric, her vulnerability laid bare under his curious gaze. Laura and Shannon watched closely, their cameras discreetly rolling.

“Looks like they’re getting along,” Shannon stated with a bit of relief.

Laura was less concerned by now, asking: “What do you think, Dave? Could Brutus and our Betty be … playmates?” She paused not sure if more clarification was needed and whispered: “Like buck and doe?”

Dave chuckled, rubbing his neck, keeping a normal voice: “Brutus is a gentleman, but he’s definitely interested. Never seen him so curious. Be warned though, he can hump quite furiously when he is let loose in heat.”

Laura, emboldened by Betty’s obvious arousal—her thighs glistening in the sunlight—leaned in with a teasing grin and a playful voice: “You know, maybe next time we could see how close they really get. Like, what if Brutus tried to… you know, mount her?”

The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everyone laughed—Betty’s muffled giggle mixing with Dave’s hearty chuckle and Laura and Shannon’s playful cackles. But the idea lingered, charged with possibility. Betty’s eyes widened, her body trembling with a mix of shock and undeniable excitement.

Dave raised an eyebrow, his tone careful but intrigued. “You’re serious? I mean, Brutus is trained, but… that’s a big step.”

Shannon nodded, her hand resting on Betty’s back. “Only if Betty’s into it. And judging by her, uh, enthusiasm…” She trailed off, glancing pointedly at Betty’s slick thighs.

Betty couldn’t speak through the gag, but her eyes locked onto Laura’s, then Shannon’s, a silent plea, unclear what she would like them to do now.

Laura squeezed her shoulder. “Let’s schedule it for next weekend. Same time, same place. We’ll talk it through first, make sure everyone’s good.”

Dave nodded, his expression a mix of respect and curiosity. “Sounds fair. You folks are something else. See you next week.”

As they parted ways, Laura and Shannon led Betty back to the car, her body still buzzing from the encounter. After releasing her from the gear back home, they sat together, Betty’s voice soft but animated as she admitted how the humiliation, the exposure, had set her alight. The idea of Brutus, of pushing the boundaries further, thrilled her in ways she couldn’t fully articulate.

Laura and Shannon exchanged a look, their roles as her “owners” solidifying.

“Next time,” Laura said, her voice firm, “we’ll make it happen.”

Shannon added with her soft warm voice: “You’re our pup, Betts, and we’re gonna take care of you.”

Betty nodded, her heart full, her body still tingling with the promise of what was to come.