The Park

Jimmy takes you to the nearby park, where a few people were playing basketball. A wave of fear runs through you as you realize you recognize one of the players. It was Alex your best friend! You look up at Jimmy getting ready to express your concern but before you can, he brushes your hair "Don't worry, it'll be fine. Just be a good girl and do what your told." he says, his voice calm yet demanding. A wave of calm washes over you.

"Jimmy's right, as long as I'm a good girl nothing will go wrong, things will work out." You think to yourself, not even realizing how much control you've given over to Jimmy.

Jimmy led you to the middle of the park, iin full view of the other park-goers. He stopped and unclipped the leash from your collar, giving you a stern look. "Stay," he commanded.

You nodded, your heart racing as you waited for his next instruction. Not even noticing the attention your getting from the players, who have now stopped and are watching intently. Jimmy rummaged into his pocket and pulled out a small ball, throwing it a short distance away. "Fetch," he said, his voice low and commanding.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure. Looking at Jimmy you see him raise an eyebrow, and you knew you had to obey.

You scurried after the ball, your leather-bound legs moving awkwardly as you crawled across the grass. Jimmy watched with a pleased smile, his eyes gleaming with amusement as you struggled to catch up to the ball. Reaching the small ball you try to pick it up with your hands, after a couple of failed attempts you manage to get with both mittened hands. You go to return to Jimmy, but without your hands you can't make it back to him.

Dropping the ball, you try a new approach and use your mouth. Triumphantly you manage to pick it up with your teeth. After which you quickly crawl back to Jimmy.

After a while and several successful retrievals later you collapse at your brother's feet exhausted. Heavily panting as you catch your breath you gaze up at Jimmy, noting the approval in his eyes.

"Good girl," he said,chipperly, "You're such a good girl." You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you.

Once it seems you've caught your breath, your borther speaks again. "a good girl deserves an award." He says as he starts to reach into his pants. "Lucky girl, I have your favorite. But you'll have to work a little more for it." He says, as his cock springs out.