Your Lowkey "bully" Friend Calling You Up On A Day Off, Inviting You Over To Hers To Play Some Video

Your lowkey "bully" friend calling you up on a day off, inviting you over to hers to play some video games together. She's always been a bit aggressive, causing you to cower around her. Her, noticing this, took great pleasure taking advantage of this, making you flustered by saying how you'd be such a perfect pet for her to use however she'd like. You'd never really regarded her aggression toward you as an inconvenience. In fact, deep down it made you excited whenever she'd do it, but you'd NEVER let her know. With such a forward personality especially with you, you thought it was a little weird for her to call you up randomly with no threats or anything like that. But you've gotten used to just doing what she says for the majority of the time you've known her, and besides, maybe she's decided to start being nicer to you? At least, thats what you convince yourself of, lulling youeself into a false sense of security, letting your guard down. You've got nothing else to do, so you accept and start making your way over after she texts you to pick up some snacks on the way there.

Moments later you arrive at her place and are immediately dragged inside, dropping the bag of goodies you brought along with you. She tells you to stay standing where you are, or you're going to be punished. Knowing what she's like, you shudder to think what she could imagine doing to you for disobeying. It's all a blur as your friend begins forcefully stripping you, pulling down your pants, ripping your button up shirt right off your body, tearing your underwear apart. You scream and ask what the hell is going on but she doesn't reply. You see her rush to her wardrobe and bring back with her some new clothes for you to change into! She forces you into some cute frilly pink panties, your cock straining against the fabric. She looks down at it and sighs, "this won't do at all". Moving over to her cupboard, she pulls out a small chastity device and fits it around you, putting the key in her back pocket. Then she puts a flowy skirt around your hips and forces a tight crop top over you.

Too busy trying to work out what's just happened to you, she turns you around and pushes you onto her bed, pinning your arms to your sides with her legs as she reaches for her make-up. "You're going to look so pretty like this, I just know it!" She exclaims, dashing your face with multiple products. She finishes doing your make up and shows you a mirror and you can barely even recognise the face staring back at you. "You're so pretty!! I'm gonna have such a fun time ruining you" she says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You sit in stunned silence, then suddenly she's attaching a collar and leash around your neck and gives you a sharp yank, making you yelp and choke a little, causing her to let out a little giggle.

She ended up chaining you under her desk on an adult sized pet bed, pulling your leash to make you eat her out every now and then while she plays games on her computer. Occasionally giving your collar a yank because she loves hearing your little whimpers. "Oh my God! These are my favourites!" She says, rummaging through all the snacks you brought her. She keeps you there, worshipping her for hours, she cums on your face multiple times. One time deciding that she needed to go to the toilet, exclaiming "Open your mouth pet, I'm in a really comfortable position and really need to pee and I can't pause this game for something like that.... maybe I should use you like this more often!". Figuring she could just use you as her personal urinal and proceeding to do so, soiling your clothing.

After what seems like almost all day, she finally pushes her chair back, unhooking your leash but leaving the collar on. She takes a few pictures, mentioning how she really wanted to dress you up and absolutely RUIN a pretty girls make-up today, and she knew you'd be perfect for it saying that you look adorable and how she can't wait to do this again sometime! And before you know it, she's showing you the door. You're being forced outside in clothes that don't belong with you, make-up running down your face and a collar around your neck, chastity cage still locked around you with the key remaining in her pocket. "Have a safe trip home!" She says, locking the door behind you.

Joining your partner in bed, under the new weighted blankets you bought, after a long day for both you and them. You're aware they just had one of the longest shifts at work they've had for a while, as reinforced by the fact that they're still sweating, even after hours being home and relaxing. As you snuggle up next to them, you feel their slick arm wrap around you, a wave of musk enveloping your face. "You aren't gonna shower before bed? It's not that I'm complaining, but I can smell you so strongly right now", you tell them in a hushed voice. They laugh to themselves and glance down at you for a second, and you can see the lust within their gaze. "If you think that's bad, you should smell what's under the covers", they say as they raise an arm to let the smell from under the blanket wash over you, leaving a pungent smell in your nose. You make a slight Gagging noise and smile up at them, as if they were joking. "I said, you should smell what's under the covers", they say again, a little more commanding as your slight smile drops from your face as you look down beneath the covers and back towards their face, a quiet plea in your eyes, all before they use their free hand to force you down under the sheets themselves.

You become acutely aware of the fact that your partner isn't wearing any pants or underwear, and their sweaty legs are rubbed all over you as you're being held down by the blanket. The next thing you notice is the heat, and inevitable build up of your own sweat as you start breathing heavily, practically panting as you being sweating nearly as much as them. But the smell. The SMELL. It reeks so bad. Their legs tangle themselves behind your head and pull your face into their musky crotch and you're huffing even more of their scent now, face being soaked in their sweat, as they begin grinding against you. "You're going to spend the rest of the night down there because I want you to learn to appreciate my smell. You're going to worship me under the blankets, even if it turns you completely brainless", they say, at least, thats what you can make out as their voice is muffled from you being trapped under the fabric.

It's been so long now under the blanket that your own musk is now mixing in with that of your partner. You think it's been hours, but you can't be sure as your brain is going fuzzy and you feel yourself begin to pass out as you can barely keep your eyes open any longer, tearing up as you drift off.

Partner strapping you to a milking machine, attached to your cock, constantly overstimulating and destroying your mind. All of your cum being collected in a little bottle for your partner, just because they LOVE the taste of you and need a constant supply, so you spend hours upon hours strapped in, just so they can get their fix.

They want you to appreciate your flavour as well, but they're far too greedy to share with you, so they limit themselves to forcefully making out with you each time they swallow a mouthful of your cum. The flavour of yourself spreading across your tongue as you end up a panting mess by the end of each kiss. One time, making the mistake of commenting on how bad it smells, practically begging for a punishment. So, they delivered.

Now everytime they swallow your cum, they pin you against the closest surface and gag your mouth with their hand, breathing directly into your face for almost an hour everytime. Forcing you constantly to take in the smell of your own cum, making your brain go numb just from the scent. "I'm gonna do this every single time until you learn just how amazing your cum truly is", they giggle, whispering into your ear after one such session.

A friend of yours calls you over to help them "clean", but never specifying what exactly they need help cleaning. You arrive and they bring you into their room and tell you to get under their desk, so you listen, assuming there's a mess of wires or something behind the desk you can't see from standing there. You crawl into the small space and hear your friend moving a chair in behind you as you notice they're also not wearing any clothes while their crotch is directly In front of your face. "Now, get to work" they say, grabbing a tuft of your hair and bringing you to their crotch. The smell is overwhelming, and you realise they needed you over to clean their BALLS. You can see the sweat on their balls glistening as you get closer, the musky scent taking over every other smell. "I said get to work!" They shout as they rub your face into their crotch, slightly grinding against your face, smearing their balls against you as you feel the sweat sticking to your face. Reluctantly, you stick your tongue out and drag it across their balls. The smell is nowhere even close to the taste that overcomes your senses. Your tastebuds overpowered by this raunchy flavour coupled with the slimy texture their sweat has given them. "Finally", they breathe out, with a sigh of relief.

You hear them typing away on their keyboard and hear the faint sound of moaning, their other hand goes to their cock as they begin stroking above your face, their pre falling down into your hair, sliding across your forehead as they beat faster and faster. You try to back up a little but their grip still in your hair is like a vice. They notice you begin to slow down while being forced to worship their balls so they give your head a violent shake before bringing you back to their musky nuts. You finally give in, worshipping their balls while they jerk off above you, ignoring you entirely. They stop every now and again, probably changing porn videos above you,but there's no way to tell as they just leave their cock sitting on your face, leaking through your hair as you continue making out with their balls.

It's hard to tell how long it's been, but you guess maybe a full hour later they start getting close to finishing. You feel their balls contracting in your mouth and they start jerking off even faster than before. Hearing them grunt and moan above you as they spill across your face, coating your hair with their cum. They pull their chair back for a second and wipe their tip across your face and along your lips, using you as a cumrag to clean their cock. Finally, they pull you out from your musky prison and tell you to leave their place, as you're far too dirty to hang around right now, as they lock the door behind you.

If you make me blush, you're legally obligated to collar and leash me and make me your pet forever and ever. I don't make the rules, that's just how it is 🤷‍♂️

Having the rare chance to Dom your partner, you get to decide the plans for tonight. Naturally, you choose something you're confident you can dominate them at. Sexfighting. You're fairly confident in your ability to be able to overpower and demolish a cute little sub, you've certainly got the muscle for it, so it comes as no surprise when they're reluctant to agree to your plans.

Everything's going well, both of you getting roughed up, aching all over, the fight lasts quite sometime up until the point where they surprisingly flip you over and have you pinned under them. They look down at you with a mischievous smile. "I'm supposed to be domming tonight!" You shout at them. "If you don't get up off of me now, you're going to get punished..." You finish ominously, meaning your threat. They reply by moving their crotch right onto your face, successfully muffling your next few words, as they begin grinding against you, as you're forced to take in their scent, all sweaty from the recent wrestling. "Hey, baby?" They say, immediately grabbing your attention and pulling your eyes to theirs. "Might wanna hold your breath and keep your mouth closed", they say, as you look at them in confusion. You go to open your mouth to ask them what they mean, but all of a sudden they start pissing all over your face, some getting into your mouth and forcing your eyes closed, the smell overwhelming your senses as the warm liquid covers your face and runs down your body. They grab your head and begin grinding again, smothering your face in them as you start becoming light-headed, forced to breathe in their musk and unable to breathe properly, as your eyes begin to glaze over.

They notice you beginning to lose consciousness. "Well, we can't have that now, can we?". They hop off and grab the rope sitting nearby, and start tying you up as you're still in a state of confusion. They tie your arms behind your back in a reverse prayer, and completely release your tits from their clothing, roughly groping and pinching your nipples, as they know you're extremely sensitive there. They begin tracing their fingers gently around one, while sucking and swirling their tongue around the other. They begin getting rougher and rougher and feel yourself begin to let loose, cumming all over them and yourself, your boobs beginning to lactate as they successfully begin to milk you.

They torture you like this for hours on end before finally leaving you, marked with their scent, and your own, tied up and still leaking on the bed, a panting and drooling mess. They only stop when you stop releasing milk, throwing down your cow lingerie next to your bound figure. "I'm gonna leave you to rest for a few hours and when I come back, you're going to put this on and I'm gonna milk you again and again and again. Just a little milk cow for me." They say as they lightly slap your face and give your nipples one final tug before walking away.