Her loyal boyfriend

The rope extended back a few paces behind John's sister Lynne in her latex mini dress and down a few inches to where it was tied just behind the head of her boyfriend's erect penis. He was entirely nude, except for his lead, a simple but tasteful red silk handkerchief that served as his gag, and another stretch of rope tying his wrists together behind his back. He made Lynne look a bit overdressed in contrast.

While Lynne swished her exposed thighs as she strode forwards, her sub was on his knees, forcing him to bustle forward in order to keep up. Lynne wasn't exactly hurrying, but she certainly gave no sign of slowing down to help her sub keep up.

Nothing kept the guy from standing up and simply walking, except for his mistress Lynne. The gag was hardly necessary either, more ceremonial than practical. They weren't together the whole day, but when they were she typically forbid him from speaking unless spoken to. When she went to friends' parties, she often brought him along on a leash fitted to his collar, permitting him only a thong as clothing. John had never heard the details, but apparently he had done John's sister a big favor a couple of years ago when they were both eighteen, and she had slowly escalated the bondage with him in the subsequent years.

Frankly, in his place, John reckoned he would wind up much the same way. Lynne was pretty terrifying when she put her mind to it, and John counted himself lucky that being her younger brother meant that she largely ignored him; dominating one's siblings was largely considered to be too easy and didn't really do much for a girl's reputation.

He watched the sub struggle forward on his knees, wondering what it would be like have one's entire focus be on moving forward quickly. As the pair passed by the audience members seated on either side of the hallway, some of them reached out with a hand or a foot to touch the sub for a memory. Others just glanced briefly at the sub before nodding appreciatively at his sister and her dominance.

After a couple of minutes of hurrying forward on his knees, Lynne's sub appeared to lose energy and lag behind a bit, slipping slightly on the carpet as he was pulled forwards by his dick. Lynne turned back quickly, her eyes radiating fury, and yanked vigorously on her sub's roped, causing him to stumble forwards. She then leaned over, slapped him hard in the face, and promptly resumed her march at precisely her original pace.

When it was clear that he was not going to fall behind anymore, there were appreciative murmurs and nods from the audience. John wondered what Lynne would do to him after the ceremony when the two of them had a moment alone. He never did hear exactly what happened after, but his bondage looked just a bit tighter when John saw him during the next couple of months.

After another minute of relentless marching forwards, Lynne and her sub reached the end of the hallway, where the mayor, her mother, and a couple of her professors stood. She turned around to stand in front of them, facing the audience, and her sub took his place beside her, kneeling with his head down towards the floor. She placed a hand on top of his head while the ceremony proceeded.