just for fun

- Make me suck your dick, no matter how tired I am. Cock warming waits for no pet.

- Force me to deep throat your cock, even if I just ate or have a sore throat.

- Take out your frustrations on me, even if I had no direct affect on what’s frustrating you. Pets were made to be used.

- Use me no matter how busy I am with a task. Take me then and there, whenever you’re horny.

we go inside, your arm around my waist. you order a drink for me and hold me close, showing me off but making it clear im yours. you count how many guys stare at me hungrily, making sure to kiss me hard before we leave.

you take me home, hand gently caressing my inner thigh on the drive while you talk nicely to me as I stare up at you

help me up the stairs, unlock the door for me. close it behind us, help me put my things down, and then shove me up against the wall

Officer West can always tell when a Clitty Woman's panties aren't working the way they should be.

Only officers--and a select few others--have the glasses that allow them to see the special markings on the Clitty Women marking them as such, which doesn't matter most of the time because they are obvious from the way they walk, but it does mean that she can tell when a Clitty Woman's panties are malfunctioning.

Some people think that her job is to catch Clitty Women not wearing them, but that's ridiculous; they can't even leave their houses without them on. But her job is to make sure that their panties are functioning properly, that they are receiving the correct level of continuous stimulation to keep them unable think long enough to go back to their old lives as supervillains.

Saraline is a repeat offender, often enough that Officer West sometimes wonders if she's tampering with them somehow, so it isn't a surprise to have to pull Saraline off the street yet again to do a check.

And sure enough, when Officer West pushes up her skirt she's barely wet, her clit entirely unswollen.

"I don't know what happened," Saraline says cheerfully, the way she often does, looking entirely unrepentent as Officer West sighs and pulls out a new pair of panties for her.

"I'm sure you don't," Office West says, tugging the new panties up Saraline's legs to cover her pussy with them.

"I--" Saraline says, then pauses. Blinks. Says, a little less certainly, "I, um."

Through the panties, Officer West feels Saraline's clit swelling nicely, the mixture of subtle stimulation and chemicals coated on them making it as puffy as it should be. Officer West massages it a bit, through the panties, to make sure the blood is really flowing and the chemicals are getting worked in there properly.

Saraline cums on her fingers, gasping, then mumbles, "My clitty feels so big and needy, Officer."

"That's good," Officer West tells her, teasing out another orgasm to make sure that the panties are definitely doing their job. Finally, reassured that they're functioning correctly, she says, "You know the drill, Saraline."

Saraline blinks dumbly at her for a moment, then spreads her legs wide enough for Officer West to spank her ten times on the clit, through the wet panties, as punishment for being out with non-functioning panties and not reporting them.

The day had finally come. she'd been both anticipating and dreading its arrival for weeks...

That morning, He'd taken the day off from work and took the time to fuck her properly before her last day at her job. Pumping a thick load of cum into her ass, He plugged it with her favorite silver plug and smeared the rest of it across her face. and tits. Instead of the normal professional looking business suit he normally allowed her to wear, that day, He chose only an oversized black blazer that buttoned just above her navel and only barely covered her naked ass. The heavy lapel of her blazer would hide the large silver rings hanging from her pierced nipples but would do nothing to hide the fact that she was at minimum topless underneath. For now at least, she could still see the sticky cum between her lightly freckled tits. Whether it was because she imagined it or simply because the smell was so strong, she couldn't get the feeling out of her mind that she would smell like a cheap little whore all day.

she had never worn just a blazer to work. she knew her braless tits would sway uncontrollably when she walked in the 5 inch heels she wore to work and that her naked ass would rest directly on the cushion of her office chair, more than likely allowing the heavy load of cum to leak out during her day at work.

While this would be her last day there, her embarrassment and humiliation had already begun to make her cunt ache and moisten...

The final touch to her appearance this morning was the polished silver infinity collar He locked around her neck. she had never worn a collar anywhere outside of His home before and, as He locked it, it made her both prideful and apprehensive of how she would be looked at that day. To accentuate the collar, He decided to also pull her red hair up into a french twist to keep her neck and her new jewelry on display all day.

Despite her usual normal appearance at work, her personal life that year had been completely changed. she had given up her possessions, including her home and her car and any rights she once had as a woman. Days at work had gone from real to simply an act she put on to blend in with coworkers. The truth was that each day He took her further down the road to complete submission, she had less and less in common with the people there. There had been whispers due to the change in how she acted toward the Men in the office and especially when He'd legally changed her name from Linda to bambi but she did her best to maintain the charade of the strong woman she once had been.

she had lost all of her friends except one because He'd made her tell them about what He'd turned her into. Not only did she tell them that she was a slave but that she felt better naked, collared and on all fours than she ever had on her feet. Only her friend calista remained, only because the changes He'd made to her were the kind of changes she craved as well.

Like always, He took her to work. Like always, she immediately spread her legs on the front seat, reached for the large dildo in the glove compartment and began fucking herself, almost now like on auto pilot. The humiliation of the morning and the thought of what was ahead already had her aching cunt leaking and, within minutes she was begging Him to cum. Today, however, no command was given. As she stared over at Him in desperation, He ignored her pleas to cum. By now, He knew she couldn't and wouldn't cum without His permission.... and so the moans, the gasps and the grunts continued as she kept herself from letting go.

By the time they arrived to her workplace, her little fuck hole was so sloppy that her cunt juice coated her inner thighs and had ran down past and over the silver plug in her asshole

Panting, horny and soaked, she looked at Him with her legs still spread and her cunt on display. Would He really simply make her walk in like this and not allow even some clean up or composure.

His silence was deafening as she got her answer.

Putting the dripping silicon dildo back in the glovebox, she sat up, and composed herself as much as possible before kissing Him and thanking Him for letting her play with herself.

It was still early in the morning but not too early that the street and sidewalk in front of the bank hadn't already begun to get busy. Nervously, bambi did her best to get out of His car without showing off her half naked body to those already going about their normal morning routine.

From now on you will pay the full rent and utilities. All your free time is spent serving him anyhow so it shouldn’t make a difference. He went ahead and opened a few credit cards in your name to cover any extra expenses like groceries or anything he wants to buy for himself.

You will still work your full time job but when you go to work he only lets you wear your work clothes and a chastity belt. No underwear.

Since you are his object now you don’t need a bedroom! He’ll throw away all your possessions and your new “room” is the floor of his closet.

You want your freedom but you don’t think you deserve it. Being his live-in maid and fuck doll gives you a purpose and you need someone to direct your every move.

Now your days look like this :

Your full time job is the most freedom you have in your life. You are meek and submissive in your customer support role and everyday having upset customers scream at and belittle you is what you know you deserve. Your roommate requires you to be plugged and wear a remote control vibrator under your chastity so he can absentmindedly play with you all day.

After work you get into your car. You drive to the grocery store and before you go in, as required, you put on a ball gag and a face mask to hide it. Your hair is long enough to cover the straps. Your schedule is the same so he knows when you’re grocery shopping and he’s extra mean—turning the vibrator to full blast in an effort to make you squirm and maybe even achieve orgasm in a busy public space. Luckily since it’s a busy time no one in the store hears the loud buzzing inside of you.

Once you get home you come in the apartment and put the groceries away. After that’s done, you take a shower and put on your maid uniform— black stockings and a white sheer apron. Part of your routine is to service your roommate as soon as you’re home. He’s playing call of duty with his friends so you sink to your knees in between his legs, take out his dick, and suck him sloppily until he cums down your throat. He doesn’t acknowledge you at all.

You clear your throat to softly ask to be taken out of chastity. He rolls his eyes hard and shoos you away.

“Dinner first”

You sigh, putting the gag back on, hoping to be free from being filled and stimulated all day. Accepting your fate, you walk to the kitchen and prepare a hot dinner for your roommate. After an hour and a half of cooking, you present his meal to him at the coffee table where he’s still playing games. It is your job to kneel beside him and wait until he has finished eating, and to then take his plate.

He takes his sweet time to finish, making you kneel in silence, staring at the ground, for nearly an hour. Your knees ache after working all day and doing errands and chores. He doesn’t care. You linger after collecting his plate, hoping he will remember his command. He ignores you for ten minutes before ripping off his headset.

“What do you want?” He growls, making you look down. He’s told you that eye contact is not allowed.

“M-m-may I please be released from chastity, sir?” You beg, voice so quiet that it can barely be heard.

He rolls his eyes again and throws his controller on the couch behind him.

“To my room. Now.” He commands, and you run quickly in front of him. In his room, he pushes you onto the floor on your back. You groan but try to stifle it, he doesn’t like when you make noise unless he tells you to. He opens his side table drawer and fishes out a ring of keys

He kneels above you and begins to try the keys on your lock. After five keys, you see the one you know belongs to your chastity belt. He pretends it doesn’t work, barely fitting it in the hole, tracing it around the outside of the lock.

“Oh no, it doesn’t fit. I guess I lost it. You’ll be okay for a few days, you’re annoying me anyways. I’ll unlock you when I need to use you.” He says monotonously. You whine and go to protest but he flips you on your stomach and ties your hands and feet together.

“You’re pretty dirty so I think I know where to store you until I want to use you.” He drags you over to his closet doors. He opens them up, dumps out his dirty laundry basket and then puts you in it. You try to squirm around and get out but without your hands and feet it’s hard. He laughs at you struggling before he starts piling the dirty clothes back on top of you.

It reeks of dirty socks, sweaty sweatpants and cum rags. He pushes it down hard to make sure you can’t move around much. You can barely breathe with the gag in and all the dirty clothes you’re encased in.

You feel him turn the vibrator up to max power and you groan loudly.