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Evellyn's jaw clenches in exasperation as Isabelle approaches with the leather collar and silk rope. The absurdity of the situation only intensifies as she reluctantly submits to the humiliating demands. Charlene's bow remains trained on her, leaving Evellyn with no viable option but to comply. Isabelle, with a mix of hesitation and curiosity, steps closer, tension in the air. She glances briefly at Charlene, seeking approval, before gently placing the collar around Evellyn's neck.

With a heavy sigh, Evellyn reluctantly takes her hands off her breasts and extends them forward, allowing Isabelle to bind them with the silk rope. Isabelle's movements are careful, but the binding is firm, preventing any easy escape. Isabelle then loops the end of the rope which ties her wrists through a ring on the collar's front, pulling the full length through like a leash. Evellyn's hands are **** up, pulled to the base of her neck. Charlene chortles at the sight, reminiscent of a dog sitting with its paws up.

"Aw, look at the little doggy, is she begging for treats?"

-"Shut the fuck up Charlene."

Charlene grins with a smug satisfaction. "Now now, no need to bark Evey, a bit of humility does wonders for the soul. Let's take a stroll, shall we?"