***
Though I keep our walk local, the steel hitting the concrete sidewalk draws attention. Despite the seclusion, Sunny blushes. Tears form and I find I must offer encouraging words as Sunny struggles to concentrate.
“You look very pretty, Sunny. Your breasts have never been better shown... short of walking you nude. And you’re stepping so nicely, feeling the control of the grommets and the leash. It’s what a girl like you wants... covets... the delight of sensing another’s governance.”
“Please, sir. No more.”
“You want to go home? On such a nice day.”
She nods, jostling the leash.
“I don’t want to be seen like this.”
“But it so excites you, Sunny. You want to be displayed, exhibited. The humiliation brings such arousal.”
While I speak, I guide the psychologically wounded girl back
