Chapter Thirty-Eight
Tethered to a dog... and led about at the end of a leash!
Despite the discomfort, the leash gently jostling to ever so slightly squeeze the cunny clamps, 128 feels the strange joy of the masochist... the intense humiliation giving rise to arousal. Despite the tropical temperature, she peers downward to see her thrusting n*****s crinkle to pencil points, announcing her lustful reaction to her embarrassment.
Members stroll by as Rex leads. They smile knowingly, 128’s breasts flopping with her many short steps, her arousal not to be denied.
A nurse stops the duo, giving Rex a friendly pat.
“Good morning, 128. Enjoying your stroll?” the query coming with a mocking snicker.
The hand moves towards 128’s mons. The trained subjugant knows to present herself, always re
