On her way out, Jo thought she saw another person. A hiker maybe? And also a plain-looking woman walking her dog. How pedestrian. Not like her. She tugged the leash on her slave hard to control him. He seemed quite a bit more unruly than usual. What's gotten into him? Emerging from the strange mist, Jo and her slave almost got run over by a rottweiler that crossed their path, also emerging from the mist. It growled at them, then ran away. Jo rarely got scared, but for that moment, she thought she might be in trouble. The moment now passed, the latex-clad dominatrix lead her slave, dressed up in a gimp suit, back towards her car in the park's parking lot. Bystanders gasped at what they saw, never seeing anything like the two of them, certainly never in public. But Mistress Jo (formerly Josephine Weller, a pleasant flower shop owner with a love of dogs) gave them no mind. She just kept walking, occasionally pulling hard on the leash, trying to keep her slave in line. What was with him today?
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Ricky Townsend was walking on one of his favorite trails in the park when suddenly he came across an odd mist. The weather didn't call for anything like this today, so it was definitely strange. Wondering what was causing it, he decided to check it out. Big mistake. Once inside the mist, he felt another presence, something he couldn't quite pinpoint, and when he finally decided to get out of there, he felt himself getting lurched backwards, something tugging on his neck. What the hell?
Blinking, he saw that he had somehow gotten down on the ground ... but something was wrong. He looked down at himself and freaked out. What was he wearing? Whatever it was, it was all black, inky, and covering his entire body. He tried to reach up and touch his head (momentarily noticing that his head was now covered with the same material), but got yanked again. He turned briefly, just long enough to see a woman dressed up in black latex, a dominatrix for certain, before getting yanked again.
The bark and then growl of a dog caught his attention, causing him to look straight ahead again. That's when he saw a rottweiler there. But it didn't stick around. After it was gone, he felt the dominatrix yank on his leash again ... yeah, he had figured it out. Somehow, he had become this woman's slave, but unlike him, she was acting like it was all normal. On the way, he tried to get away. After all, he was no one's slave. But she kept trying to keep him in line. He noticed some bystanders gasping, looking alarmed or disgusted by what they were seeing, and it was at this time when Ricky felt fortunate to be wearing a "mask" over his face, as he really didn't want someone he knew to see him like this.
