The Walk Home

Mark gives the leash a slight tug, and with little choice you follow. You drop to all fours, the cool pavement beneath your hands and knees a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun on your skin. Tears continue to stream down your face as you look up at your brother, who's now smiling down at you with an air of satisfaction. "Good girl," he says, his voice dripping with condescension. "Now, let's take a walk." He begins to stroll down the sidewalk, the leash held loosely in his hand. You're **** to follow, your naked body on full display for anyone to see.

As you follow your brother, the leash jerking slightly with each step, you can't help but feel a sense of humiliation wash over you. The sun beats down on your naked skin, and the cool pavement beneath your hands and knees provides little comfort. Your brother seems to be savoring the moment, his smile growing wider with each passing step. After a few minutes of walking, your brother stops in front of a small alleyway between two buildings. He looks around cautiously, then turns to face you. "Good girl," he says, his voice low and husky. "Now, show me what a good pet you can be." He reaches down and grasps your chin, his fingers digging into your skin.