Leaving the campus

John smiles in approval, his eyes rolling up and down Rosa’s body. She stares ahead patiently. Then John says, “We should get going. Are you ready for your walk?” and gives a gentle tug on the leash.

“Yes, Sir,” says Rosa.

“Good girl. But that’s not how dogs stand on two feet is it?”

“Sir?” she asks, confused.

He holds his hands up by his chest with the wrists limp. “Like this, Bitch.” Rosa quickly adopts the stance, looking like she’s begging for his approval. That’s exactly what I’m doing. And I’ll do anything to get it.

John’s smile gets even bigger. From the corner of her eye she sees him bend over to pick something up. As he lifts it to her face he says, “Open,” and she drops her jaw obediently. He slips the strap of her small purse between her teeth and she bites down gently. Then he turns to her friends and says, “I’m sure one of you can hold onto her backpack for now. I’ll take care of all her other needs.”

The two other women mumble an affirmative response. Both of them are clearly still feeling the sting of rejection. It sends another thrill deep into Rosa’s pussy. Then with another tug on the leash John has her following him across the campus. She walks just behind him, staying close enough that the belt is always a little slack but not crowding him.

If he wants me closer he’ll bring me closer.

Soon they arrive at his car on the third level of a concrete parking structure. John opens the passenger door but then he simply takes the purse from her, places it on the seat, and closes the door again. She almost breaks from character to ask what’s going on but he quickly explains, “I can’t risk having you make a mess on my upholstery. Not until I know you’re house broken.”

With that he swats her on the ass and pulls her towards the back. Rosa feels her face flush both from the sweet pain of his strike and the indignity of being dehumanized like that. He opens the trunk and gestures for her to get in. She suddenly feels that this may be going too far.

“But,” she protests, “my dress will get so dirty. And I just bought it!”

John, to his credit, doesn’t get angry. He rubs his chin for a moment as he thinks. Then he says, “Not a problem,” and grabs the hem of her dress. He slowly tugs it up her body, gathering up the tight, crimson material as he goes. Rosa can’t deny that it’s a decent solution. She also can’t deny that having him expose her body in public is driving her wild. She can’t tell if anyone else is nearby, but they’d be able to see her black, lacy thong, then her glittering naval ring, and finally her push up bra.

Rosa’s breasts aren’t small, except in comparison to Ashley’s, but she loves the way she looks with a lot of deep cleavage.

John neatly folds her dress and places it in the back seat. Then he removes her leash and helps her climb into the trunk. She offers no resistance, falling deeper and deeper into a submissive haze. When the lid closes and she is swallowed in darkness her mind feels so peaceful. She can hear another door open and close, and the engine starting up, and then she has to brace herself as they begin to move.

The submissive Latina’s heart races with the excitement of surrender. She’s nothing more than a piece of luggage at this point.

I don’t even know where he’s taking me. I didn’t expect that to be so hot!