Helen goes on her first walkie

Alisha’s grip on the chain tightened as she led Helen through the quiet street, the collar gleaming under the soft glow of the streetlights. Helen’s every step was measured, her submission evident as they walked in sync, the air thick with unspoken power. Alisha’s confidence was undeniable, the control she held over Helen palpable in the way their steps echoed in the night.

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