She leads me to the centre of the room, as a crowd gathers to watch. “Down,” she says. I struggle to my knees, the arm binder making balance difficult. My eyes widen as she pulls the wand from her bag, along with some leather straps. “That’s right, pet. You’ve been very good. You’re going to get a reward in front of all these people.” There are shouts and whistles from the crowd.
But she doesn’t reach towards me. She bends down, and it dawns on me what she intends. Slowly, firmly, meticulously, she fastens the harness to her boot, affixing the wand. Her work complete, she straightens up, then simply beckons me over.
Laughter from the crowd as I struggle to make my way to her.
“Good girl,” she says, audible only to me. “Just one more thing… beg for it. Beg to debase yourself the way I know you crave. Beg for your treat, pet, and show everyone here what you are.”
I can’t speak through the gag. She smirks at the panic in my eyes, knowing I’m trying to figure out what she wants. A whine escapes my throat.
“Aw, does my pet want this? Whine a little louder, girl, let these people hear you.”
Published on 2026-03-16