This requires some corrective training

"I'm gonna have to ensure you behave properly then.. Like the little pet of mine that you are."

She winces at the threat, having seen your powers in action and realizing her error, but it's too late for her to fix her mistake.

Within the blink of an eye she finds her hands trapped behind her back -
Not merely tied, but handcuffed with cold steel. She wants to scream in surprise but she can’t, as a bright ballgag has been **** into her mouth. Then, with a final > click < you lock a leather dog’s collar around her neck, and tug on its leash. She gets pulled forward a few steps, naked except for her thong, unable to free her hands and her face straining and beet-red from the ballgag and the sheer humiliation of how low she’s fallen so quickly. She trudges forward trying to keep her balance, and you lay a hand on her right breast, giving it a good rub and squeeze.

“Who’s a good little doggie, mhm?”

She muffles with **** anger.

“Let’s go for a walk”