Maybe a little...

Hilda continues to trudge along as her thoughts increasingly drift back to Mistress and the things she made her do, and what else she might have demanded, if things had continued...

Would she have really let me go home, or was it just a ploy to let that collar do its thing?

Hilda thoughtlessly runs her hands over her body, paying special attention her exposed ass and nipples.

Would mistress have taken anything else from me? She seemed to like my panties... maybe she'd want the rest of my underwear?

Hilda's hand starts to play with her breast as she continues her train of thought.

I guess that wouldn't be too bad... I'd still have my dresses and armors... of course... if she wanted those too...

A moan escapes her lips as she suddenly catches herself with two fingers inside her own wet, aching slit.

"W-what am I doing?" Hilda gasps as her face turns beat red. "I... I really need to get home!"

The nude knight breaks into a jog, trying to suppress her dirty thoughts with exercise. Of course, she is running naked, which means her breasts, ass, and even her tummy are soon jiggling in a particularly distracting and erotic manner.

Hilda tries to keep them in check, but touching them just excites her more, and soon she's smelling a fragrance of her own making that isn't just sweat.

The embarrassed woman stops for a moment and moans in frustration. She's horny, humiliated, and she can't keep her thoughts from getting increasingly dirty.