Leashed Public Humiliation

public humiliation

There’s nothing like some leashed public humiliation to put a man in his place.

I had a co-worker at an old job who would grope the interns and justify it by explaining how he was a man with uncontrollable animal instincts. I figured if he wanted to act like an animal, I’d treat him like one.

The next day, I came into work in a sexy black corset, thong, and heels. When he started approaching another intern, I walked up to him and pulled a collar and leash out of my purse. I commanded him, “down, boy.” Without even thinking, he got down on his knees. After I fastened the collar and leash to his neck, I had him strip down to nothing but his underwear.

I led him toward the door, out in the middle of the crowded city. He hesitated to go out any further, so I shouted “c’mon, boy, it’s time for your walk!” A group of women standing nearby stopped in their tracks, pointed, and laughed. Embarrassed, his face turned bright red. He ran along on his hands and feet, trying to keep up with me tugging on the leash.

We were greeted by even more staring, pointing, and laughing. Whenever anyone would ask what was going on, I’d tell them when men act like dogs I treat them like dogs. We even stopped at a pet store to pick up some new dog accessories for him. I made him a custom dog tag labeled “BITCH” with “If lost, return to Mistress Cynthia” engraved on it.

Once we were done for the day, I took off his leash but kept the collar on. I told him from then on his new name was Bitch. After an entire day of leashed public humiliation, I could see a bulge form in his boxers.

Have you been craving some public humiliation? Give me a call and I’ll make you my bitch.

Cynthia

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