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Harley's Harem 2
(Alexis Alexandra)

Crawling into the kitchen, Emma waited for the glass door to slide open before continuing out onto the back deck. A realization smacking her in the face, she once again stopped."

"Something wrong, my pet?"

"Arf!"

"What is it now?"

"Um, the dogs use the bathroom out here, Master."

"And?"

"I'd rather not crawl through it, Master."

"The only other option is going around the block."

"I can't do that, Master."

"What about down the driveway to the street to check the mail?"

"I... I'll try it, Master, but if anyone sees us and slows down or says anything I'm running back inside."

"That's fair. Back in we go," Harley said as he slid the glass door open. 

Inside, Emma crawled into the living room, out the front door and then to the mailbox sitting at the end of the nearly two-hundred-foot-long driveway. Several vehicles drove by along the way, but none slowed or stopped, but that did not ease her fears.

"It's only a few hundred feet to the corner. Want to try going there and back?"

"Arf! Arf!"

"No interest at all? Even if someone calls the cops we'd be back in the house before they get here. You sure you don't want to go for a real walk, my pet? You sure the thought of getting caught by strangers isn't making you wet? We both know how much you love being humiliated, my pet. Come on, just to the corner and back."

Sitting at the mailbox, watching a dark gray Dodge Ram quickly approaching, Emma's heart raced in her chest. She was certain the driver would see her, stop and demand what was going on, but what she saw was a truck driving by without issue. "Arf," she meekly barked.

"Yes?"

"Arf."

"You agree to go to the corner and back, my pet?"

"Arf."

"Good girl. Follow." And with that, Harley stepped out onto the sidewalk with his puppy on the outside closest to the street.

Putting one hand and knee in front of the other, Emma crawled alongside her Master, every fiber of her being trembling almost uncontrollably. A red sedan approached and slowed at the sight of a woman being walked like a dog, but continued to their destination. A second car ??" this one a blue Civic, Approached from behind, passed, slowed to a stop, backed up and then rolled down the window. "Um, what the actual fuck?" The forty-something female driver exclaimed. "Are you, um..."

"Walking my pet?" Harley said. "Yes, yes I am. This is first day of training so please don't make a big deal out of us minding our own business."

"Um, are you doing this willingly? Do you want this man walking you like a dog?"

"You may speak."

"Thank you, Master. Yes. I'm doing this willingly. This man is my Master and I'm his pet in training. I know it seems weird, but it's not illegal so please just let us be on our way."

"You sure you're willing?"

"I wouldn't be out here if I wasn't. I'm his submissive and as strange as it might sound, I love being humiliated so I'm definitely willing."

"If you're sure then, um, enjoy your walk."

"Thank you."