Public humiliation

"You know, Bebe, why don't we kill some time. Go put on your highest heels, get a belt, and a pair of scissors."

Bebe got up. The wetter the rawhide bone grew, the more awful it tasted, and she tried not to vomit. Meanwhile, the vibrator up her ass was painful, but it was also turning her on. She went to her room and put on a pair of six inch spiked-heeled shoes, grabbed a black leather belt, then found a pair of scissors in her kitchen. She returned to Harris.

Harris cut a huge slit in the back of Bebe's jeans, so she could pull them up. The slit went around the vibrator that was poking out her panties. He had Bebe put the belt on to hold up her jeans. He then cut the bottom of her t-shirt off just below her breasts.

Harris walked to the front door and opened it. "Walk around the block with one hand behind your head and the other on your hip. Strut like a street-walker and talk to no one, nor listen to anyone."

Bebe's eyes got big as she realized what she would look like in public with a dog bone in her mouth, something poking out of her ass through her seat-split jeans, and her shirt barely covering her boobs. She could not stop herself as she walked out the door then down the front walk to the sidewalk. He had her right hand on the back off her head and her left hand on her left hip. She strutted down the side walking crossing her feet as she walked to sway her hips. As she walked she saw drivers drive by and gawk at her and an older man walking his dog stopped and just stared in disbelief as Bebe passed him. She saw some people take out their phones and snap photos. She started to sweat and feel burning hot with shame as she walked. It seemed to take forever, but she finally finished the walk and walked back to the front door. Harris opened it.

"I think I'm ready to fuck you again," he said.

Bebe's anus ached, her cheeks and face were hot, and she kept fighting the urge not to vomit into her mouth.