Headpat the Bitch

You reach down, and before she can back away from her questing hand, you...

Pat that bitch good and hard. Right on her silvery hair, making sure to scritch your fingers in real nice across the back of her scalp.

Evelynn doesn't exactly seem to appreciate your attentions, but with the way you've restrained her, she can't quite pull away. All she manages to do is jerk this way and that on all fours, which you easily counter by moving your hand with the motion. In fact, the movements shake her dangling titties around beneath her, giving you some sweet eye candy.

Eventually, she has **** but to submit to your patting, and she looks up at you, face burning with shame, embarrassment and what you swear is a little bit of pleasure as you move your fingers down, closer to her neck.

"Aww, who's a good girl?" you say, and that seems to redouble Evelynn's humiliation. You want to really rub it in though, so you continue. "Who is going to wag her tail like a good girl?"

Evelynn glares up at you under your patting hand, pointedly NOT doing that. In fact, you're pretty sure that was a muffled "fuck you" under that gag.

"Who's going to wag her tail so that she doesn't get left leashed to this pole when the square gets busier?" you re-phrase, using the same sugary voice as before.

Evelynn flushes, the sheer helplessness of her situation slamming into her once more. The idea of being left here, leashed, breasts, ass, and pussy displayed freely to the world, all while being tied up on all fours like a doggie? You can see the moment her expression changes from anger at you to horror at what that would do to her reputation.

She winces, flushes, and has a whole internal battle, and you can see it all in her face.

But at the end of it, she shakes her jiggly ass back and forth, wagging it like a dog.