Walk Home

You try to speak, but your voice is hoarse and raspy. You clear your throat, trying to find your voice. Before you can say anything, Jimmy speaks up. "Best not to strain your voice." He says as he pulls a ball gag from his pocket.

You want to object, but you stop yourself. "Jimmy has been so helpful, and he just gave you that reward for being so good." You think to yourself. Wanting to continue in pleasing Jimmy you readily open your mouth. As he places the gag in your mouth and clasps it in the back, securing it in place, he says "let's head home." He reattaches your leash and pulls, you happily follow.

As you walk home, you crawled obediently behind him, the ball gag still firmly in place. As you walk you hear the sound of your own breathing, muffled by the gag, and the soft creaking of the leather bindings. The sensation was exhilarating, and you couldn't help your pussy from quivering. Finally, you make it home. You crawl up the porch steps, reaching the door you can hear your parents voices on the other side. You worried what they would say, glancing at Jimmy you note his calm demeanor and relax yourself. Jimmy opens the door and you obediently follow inside.