Stay silent.

You clamped your lips shut, the pacifier hanging heavy against your chest, and lowered your eyes. The hallway buzzed with mocking whispers, but you stayed silent, hoping to avoid further torment. Emma’s smirk widened at your submission. “Good pet,” she cooed, tugging the leash hard. “On your knees.” Your heart sank as you dropped, the frilly pink dress bunching around you, the diaper’s “Crestwood’s Pet” label scraping the floor. The crowd jeered as you crawled, the lace ruffles dragging, the chastity cage a constant ache. Riley walked beside you, filming every inch of your shame, narrating, “Look at our little princess crawling home!” Students lined the hall, some tossing candy at you, others laughing as you passed. The journey back to the dorm stretched endlessly, each movement a reminder of your place. Crestwood’s control tightened, your silence only deepening the humiliation they orchestrated.