Prisoner Path

”I… I guess I’ll just go down the prisoner path.” You shrug. “Seems like the lowest risk I guess.” Emily nods, as she grabs your leash and pulls you down the path towards the girls hideout.

“In that case, to the hideout we go.” She says. You begin walking for a few minutes before she starts talking again. “Now before we enter, you should know the rules of the girls hideout. Rule 1- No boy juice explosions. If you’re caught playing with yourself and it results in unauthorized and unapproved release, you will need to be punished. Rule 2- If a girl denies, refuses, or rejects something, anything that you say or do, you are wrong. Immediately apologize and don’t do it again. If a girl tells you to stop, you stop, apologize, and don’t continue doing what you were doing. Rule 3- When a girl does something nice for you, say thank you, and if you are asking a girl for something, say please. Rule 4- Always refer to the girl you’re talking to by her first name unless she tells you otherwise. No babe or sweetie or honey or anything like that. Rule 5- Girls can add more rules if necessary, you can’t. This should be covered in rule 2, but to be clear, if a girl tells you to do something, you do it. You listen, you respect her, and you obey and follow directions. Got it?” She asks. You nod in response.

You look at Emily’s cute little butt as she walks, the light blue, aqua colored yoga pants really highlighting her curves. You feel yourself harden as you continue looking at her. Honestly, she’s definitely your type. Her blonde hair perfectly styled in a really cute French braid ponytail, her eyes a stunning emerald green color, her height and weight both a tiny bit below average but she has a little bit of muscles on her from her gymnastics activities. She’s quite curvy, her shirt is a nice Diamond Blue color and looks soft and comfortable and matches really well with her pants.

She notices you starting to slow down a little bit due to your distractions, so she turns around and sees you looking. She chuckles, and gives a slight tug on the leash, encouraging you to go faster, but not saying anything, slightly smirking hinting that she might be enjoying the attention a little bit.

You pick up the pace a little bit at the tug, blushing a touch as she caught you looking, but without a specific disapproval, you still go back to doing so once she goes back to facing forward. She giggles slightly.

“Let me guess. You went right back to looking at my butt again as soon as I turned around didn’t you?” She says as she keeps walking forward facing away from you. “And me catching you doing so has you blushing and slightly embarrassed. Moreso that you got caught than what you were doing.” She chuckles. “You’re such a boy. Look as much as you want now, but just remember no more exploding or boy juices for the rest of summer. If you think you can look now and not get off to it later, then go ahead. You have my permission, but if I catch you jerking it later tonight just remember you’re going to get a strict punishment.” She adds. You relax at her permission, as you smile softly as you watch her walk. The Leash in her hand a sign of the control and power she has, while her skin showing her softness, and her willingness to give you permission to look at her and her outfit highlighting her confidence and high self esteem.

She’s not a show off, no, and it’s not like her boobs and butt are big or bubbly, in fact they’re actually a little bit below average for a 19 year old. You just think she still looks cute and attractive regardless, even if she is a little bit flat. She wears it well, and she knows she doesn’t need big boobs or a big butt to be cute or attractive.

You start to approach the girls base, and you see it swarming with activity. Dozens of girls running around, planting flowers, watering plants, weeding, feeding the wild animals, etc.. You follow Emily in to the entrance labeled LEADERS ENTRANCE in big bold lettering. She puts her fingerprint up to the scanner, and the door opens, allowing you to enter in quickly behind her. The inside is buzzing just as much as the outside with girls on computers, tablets, phones, talking with each other, almost like a beehive of workers, with Emily right in the middle of it all as the Queen, the orchestrator of the whole thing. She pulls you down Hall L, where there’s only one cell door, at the very end of the hallway, with your name on it above the entry in bold letters. She taps in an 8 digit code, and two green lights appear on the scanner. The door unlocks to your new cell, as she opens it up, pulling you inside behind her.