Take the Beastmistress for a walk

It’s late at night. You have instructed the Beastmistress to meet you at the kennels. When you arrive, you find that she is already there, waiting. You are pleased to see she is still wearing your collar.

“What would you like to do with me today, sir?” the fiery redhead asks meekly.

You take a leash from a peg on the wall and hold it before her. “We’re going for a walk.”

Her eyes widen as you loop the end of the leash through her collar. “But what if someone sees?” she asks, afraid.

“That’s none of your concern. You need only obey.” You tug on the leash. “Come along, doggie.” She follows reluctantly. As you pass through the palace’s rear gate, you idly place your hand on her back, as if you are simply escorting her. Because of the darkness, the guards don’t notice the leash around her neck, though she flinches as they glance at her. You lead her to a carriage.

As the carriage begins to roll, she asks, “Where are we going?” You don’t answer. After a few minutes, her eyes drift downward toward your crotch and a flush creeps into her cheeks. You pretend not to notice. The carriage stops.

You turn to the Beastmistress. “Clothes off,” you order.

Her eyes go wide. “What?”

You give the leash a sharp tug. “You are my dog. Dogs don’t wear clothes. A certain amount of charade is required around those who wouldn’t understand, but now we’re alone, so take of your clothes and get down on all fours.”

She hesitates for a moment, then begins to strip. “What if someone sees?” she asks as she lifts her dress over her head.

“Let me worry about that.” You step out of the carriage and the Beastmistress follows, naked and on all fours. You turn to the Carriage driver, who is wearing a hood and cloak. “Come back in an hour and a half. I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded. Oh, and in the mean time, have a drink on me.” You toss the cloaked figure a small bag of coins. The driver nods and the carriage pulls away.

“What if he tells?” asks the Beastmistress apprehensively. “The Queen might have me killed!”

“Don’t worry. The driver won’t betray me. She is one of mine.” You stroke her fiery hair gently and she seems to calm down. “Come along then, doggie.” You walk at a leisurely pace as she crawls beside you. Apparently her apprehensiveness is gone because she deliberately sways her hips seductively as she crawls. You can see the wetness of her pussy glinting in the moonlight, and you can hear her breathing becoming heavier. You intend to take her soon.

You notice a figure walking down the path. The Beastmistress also notices and panics, trying to stand. You put a hand on her back, keeping her on her hands and knees. “Down girl. I’ll handle it.”