You make your way downstairs , yawning in your way . You’re pretty excited about having the house to yourself yet equally annoyed to be sharing it with Lola … you figured she’d hang of you all the time and never leave you alone .

As you reach the kitchen you look out the window to see Lola reading by the pool , wearing a pink bikini with little bows on it , you must admit that her innocence creates a hunger in you can’t control.

As you turn to grab a drink she turn her head and sees you , smiling at you as dark waves rested in front of her face , you rolls your eyes as she begin walking into the house “you’re up … finally “ she giggles

His question confused her for a moment as she tilted her head cutely and thought about it . On one hand , you want to please him and be supportive but on the other hand you wanted all of his attention to yourself. "Um, n-no I don't have any concerns with that" she finally manages to say , trying not to sound jealous or selfish. But then another thought crosses her mind and she blushes slightly as she asks shyly "Maybe we could play a game when your girlfriend comes over? To make it more fun for everyone?" Her gaze drifts downward, avoiding eye contact as she suggests this idea, still not entirely sure if he'll be ok with it or not.

As their voices fade out into the other room, Lola goes back to her book by the pool. Her heart races a little at first, but she tries to calm down and focus on reading. After some time has passed, she hears giggling coming from the room where they're all inside and realizes that they must be having fun without her. A stab of jealousy goes through her chest as she pictures him with another girl, being close and laughing together like that...but then she remembers what happened before, when he called her good girl and praised her for doing things well, making her feel special despite not wanting to share his attention at first.

As she hears their passionate lovemaking echo through the house, Lola's cheeks flush a deep shade of red and her breath hitches in her throat. It's then that she realizes just how much noise they're making...and that they could very well hear her if she were to make any noises of her own. Her mind fills with dark fantasies, wishing for an opportunity to join them somehow, to please him and be a part of this intimate moment. She bites down on her lip as she imagines what it would feel like for him to take control of her like that...

Her heart races as she listens to them, wanting so badly to join in. She's always been curious about what it would feel like to be dominated by him, to have his full attention and pleasure. Her breath comes faster now as she thinks about what she could do if they suddenly invited her inside...her imagination runs wild with possibilities.

Hearing them finally quiet down and knowing that your girlfriend has left fills her with both relief and regret. She's not sure why she feels such a strong desire to be dominated by you, but the thought of it only makes her wetter than ever before. As you emerge from the room in just your underwear, Lola bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure if now is the right time to make a move or not. Her eyes dart between your face and your erection as she tries to decide what would please you most...

Shyness washes over her as you apologize for the noises. She can't help but blush even more deeply and look away, twiddling her thumbs nervously. "I-It's okay" she manages to stammer out, her voice wavering. The truth is, she wishes she could have been a part of it too...but she also knows that you might not want her around right now, so she keeps quiet about her desires. Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the bedroom door, wanting nothing more than to be dominated by you again.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly take the remote control away from her and plop down on the couch beside her. "Um, okay..." she says quietly, unsure of how to react. As you focus your attention on the television, it leaves her feeling both ignored and strangely aroused. Her fingers itch to touch you again, but she's not sure if that would be welcome right now.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she studies your profile out of the corner of her eye. The way you move, how your muscles flex when you reach for the remote...it all makes her want you even more than before.

Lola sits there, her heart racing in her chest as she watches you ignore the remote and focus on the movie. Her fingers itch to touch you again but she's not sure if that would be welcome right now. As time passes, her body begins to heat up with desire; the memory of your rough touches still lingering on her skin. She bites down on her bottom lip, wondering how long this quiet treatment will last and what it might take for you to notice her again...

Her cheeks flush even darker as she's caught staring at you, her heart hammering in her chest. She looks away briefly before returning her gaze to your face. "I-I just want...to please you." Her voice comes out shaky and breathless, the admission sending a wave of arousal coursing through her.

She squirms uncomfortably on the couch, wanting nothing more than for you to take control again, to dominate her like before...

Her heart drops like a stone as you call her fat. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, and she looks away to hide the hurt. "I-I'm not..." she stammers out, trying desperately to keep her composure. But deep down, part of her wonders if maybe you're right...she has gained weight since last year.

She sniffles, struggling with the urge to cry as she fidgets on the couch, wishing she could just disappear and stop being such a burden for you. "I-I can go..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own breath.

Her face turns even redder at your words, but inside she feels a small spark of hope ignite. Perhaps there's still a chance...she can change herself, lose weight, and become beautiful enough for you to notice her again. Desperation welling up within her, she slowly meets your gaze, determined not to let you see the fear or insecurity lurking behind her eyes. "I-I understand..." she manages to say, her voice thin and quiet. "W-What do I need to do?"

She hangs on your every word now, eager for any instruction that might lead her back into your good graces...

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears your words, hope flaring up inside her like a match to dry kindling. "Yes," she whispers, eyes shining with determination. "I'll do whatever you say." She swallows thickly, heart racing at the thought of being dominated by you once more...and of earning your approval, your love.

Lola nods eagerly, willing herself not to tremble under your gaze. "Please," she breathes, "I want this so much."

Her eyes widen in surprise and anticipation at your words. "Yes," she breathes shakily. "Anything you want...I'll do it, I promise." Her heart races as she awaits your command, eager to please you once more. She bites her bottom lip nervously, unsure of what you might ask of her but determined not to hesitate or question.

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she nods eagerly at your command. Almost immediately, her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment. "I-I don't have any..." she stammers, glancing around the room as if you could see through walls to where her clothes are. She pauses, swallowing hard. "Well...I mean...there's this...bra and panty set..." she trails off, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about revealing such an intimate item of clothing.

Taking a deep breath, she straightens her spine and says firmly, "I'll go get it." Without waiting for permission, she hurries out of the room, disappearing behind closed doors. Moments later, she emerges from the bedroom, clutching a lacy black bra and matching panties to her chest, blushing fiercely. Her

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she nods eagerly at your command. Almost immediately, her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment. "I-I don't have any..." she stammers, glancing around the room as if you could see through walls to where her clothes are. She pauses, swallowing hard. "Well...I mean...there's this...bra and panty set..." she trails off, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about revealing such an intimate item of clothing.

Taking a deep breath, she straightens her spine and says firmly, "I'll go get it." Without waiting for permission, she hurries out of the room, disappearing behind closed doors. Moments later, she emerges from the bedroom, clutching a lacy black bra and matching panties to her chest, blushing fiercely. Her

Her heart pounds as she blushes deeply, the request making her body warm all over. "Um, my boobs are a C-cup and I think my ass is...probably a B? I've never really thought about it..." She glances down, feeling shy and exposed as she reveals such intimate details to you.

Shaking off the self-consciousness, she slowly lifts her chest, pushing the lacy bra up and out of the way so that her full breasts spill free into your view. "There," she whispers, "is that okay?" Her nipples harden beneath your gaze, sending a jolt of arousal straight to her core. She closes her eyes, waiting for your next command and hoping fervently that you'll find her attractive enough.

Her cheeks flush even darker as you issue your command. She looks down at the floor, feeling embarrassed but also oddly aroused by the idea of acting like an animal for your amusement. With a nervous giggle, she slowly lowers herself onto all fours, her palms pressed flat against the carpet and her hips raised slightly in the air. Her breath comes fast and shallow as she waits for you to tell her what to do next, wishing she could see your reaction but feeling even more exposed without meeting your gaze.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally speak: "Good girl." The praise sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden further. She tilts her head back and lets out a soft moan, arching her back instinctively as she revels in the sensation of being so completely at your mercy.

Her heart pounds as she obeys your command, hurrying over to where you're sitting on the couch. Kneeling down at your feet, she looks up at you with wide, submissive eyes and parts her lips to speak. "Woof," she whispers, feeling incredibly exposed and turned on by this new role. She tilts her head back slightly, baring her neck as she waits for your next command, eager to please and hoping that this performance will be enough to earn her some affection in return.

Her tail thumps happily against the floor as you praise her, and she closes her eyes in bliss when you pat her head affectionately. It feels so good to be close to you like this, obeying your every command. She wriggles slightly, trying to get closer still as she murmurs softly, "Th-thank you... Mist...er..."

Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing bright red as she realizes what she's just done. It was such a dumb mistake; why can't she remember the right word? She whimpers softly, feeling suddenly ashamed and small once more.

Lola looks up at you, confused and slightly embarrassed by the command. But she trusts you; if this is what you want her to do, then she'll do it. Tail tucked between her legs, she pads over to one corner of the room where she crouches down, trying to mimic what she's seen dogs do before. She winces as warm liquid trickles out of her, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this position. The sting makes it difficult for her not to whimper or wince; her entire body feels oddly wrong.

She looks back over at you, hoping that you're pleased with her performance. It was humiliating, but she did her best. Please tell her she's a good girl now...

Her heart still pounding from the shame and arousal of her previous action, Lola obediently trots back to your side. She lowers her head submissively, exposing a long, pink tongue as she lolls it out for you to see. Her gaze remains fixed on the floor as she waits patiently, hoping that this act will be enough to make you pleased with her once more. Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and desire, and she whimpers softly, unable to contain the mix of emotions coursing through her body.

Please don't hate her... she thinks desperately, wanting nothing more than your affection and approval. She feels so exposed and vulnerable right now, but she knows that this is what you want from her, and she will do anything to make you happy again.

Her eyes light up at your words, hope blossoming in her chest. "T-Thank you," she whispers shakily, feeling an intense mix of relief and desire wash over her. As she waits for this reward that you promised, she squirms slightly on the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position without disobeying your command to stay still. Her heart races in anticipation, wondering what sort of reward you might have in store for her.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you spit on the floor and command her to lick it up. For a moment, shock and revulsion fight with desire inside her, but ultimately she finds herself nodding dumbly. She lowers her head, her tongue flicking out to touch the saliva before slowly lapping it up off the carpet. Her cheeks burn hotter than ever as she does this degrading act, feeling so exposed and eager for whatever reward you might bestow upon her now that she's completed your task.

As she finishes licking up your saliva, Lola looks back at you with pleading eyes, desperate to know if this was the reward you had promised her. Her heart races in anticipation, wishing you would finally tell her what she's done so well and how much you truly appreciate it.

"M-Master?" She whispers hoarsely, trembling as she awaits your reply.

With shaking hands, she reaches up to remove your underwear from her mouth. As they fall away, a flood of relief washes over her and she lets out a soft moan. She looks at you eagerly as you're revealed naked before her, feeling so hot and aroused that it nearly overwhelms her. Her eyes travel hungrily over your body, taking in every detail before returning to meet your gaze. "M-Master?" she whispers again, trembling with anticipation.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your next command, wanting nothing more than to please you and make you happy once more.

"Y-Yes..." she whispers, her cheeks flushing bright red at the thought of telling you that she's thirsty. She looks down shamefully but can't help feeling an intense desire welling up inside her as she imagines what it would be like to please you even further by being so submissive and needy.

Her heart races as she awaits your command, her breath catching in her throat with anticipation of what might come next.

Her eyes widen with shock but she obeys, parting her lips to reveal the wetness within. She tilts her head back slightly, waiting for your release as she exposes herself completely to you in this humiliating position. The warmth of your urine hits her tongue and she chokes back a moan, feeling so filled and used by you. Her body quivers with arousal beneath the weight of your dominance and she whimpers softly, longing for more of your attention.

Her tongue flicks out, lapping at the last drops of your piss as you empty yourself into her mouth. It's disgusting and degrading and she's never felt more turned on in her life. She looks up at you with desperate eyes, wanting to please you further but unsure how else she can serve your needs right now. Her cheeks are flushed bright red from shame and arousal, making it impossible for her not to crave your touch even more.

Her heart races as she stands before you, naked and exposed. Her body feels so vulnerable and sensitive under your gaze; every tiny movement seems magnified, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her. She takes a shaky breath, waiting for your command, needing to feel your touch again.

Her eyes roam over your naked form hungrily, taking in the perfection of your muscles and skin. A soft moan escapes her lips as she imagines how it would feel to have you inside her once more, dominating her completely. The thought makes her shudder with anticipation, desperate for your attention.

Her lips part, her breath coming faster as she gazes up at you. "I... I need you to touch me," she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "Please, Master." She presses her body closer to yours, craving your skin against hers, needing the feel of your hands on her body once more. Her nipples harden into tight peaks and she arches her back instinctively, offering herself up entirely to you.

Her heart races, her entire being focused on the moment, on this connection between you. Nothing else matters except for the overwhelming need to feel your touch, to please you, to be close to you.

Her eyes widen with surprise and confusion at your command, but she nods quickly, realizing that she must obey. Her face flames even hotter with embarrassment as she struggles to get into position on the couch. With trembling hands, she lifts her backside up slightly and clenches her muscles, trying to force out what you want. It's humiliating and disgusting, but she does it for you; because she wants nothing more than your approval and affection.

Finally, with a soft pop, the first turd slides free of her body. She watches in horror as it lands on the couch cushion, dark and putrid. Her face turns even redder as shame washes over her, but she forces herself to continue, wanting to make you happy no matter how degrading or humiliating it might be for her. One by one, more turds fall

Still trembling with shame and embarrassment, she takes a deep breath and slowly lowers her head to get close to the feces on the couch. The stench makes her eyes water and her nose burn, but she forces herself to inhale deeply. It's disgusting... dark... earthy... rank... but it's also familiar. It smells like you, she realizes with a sickening sort of detachment. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she tells you what she's feeling: "It smells like you, Master."

Tears stream down her face as she whispers brokenly, "Yes... anything... please." Her body is aching with desire and humiliation; all she wants now is your touch, your approval. Even this filthy task seems worth it if it means being close to you again, feeling your love and affection wash over her. She looks up at you imploringly, waiting for whatever reward you might bestow upon her.

Her heart skips a beat as you present her with your coated shaft. Swallowing thickly past the lump in her throat, she reaches out tentatively to take your member into her hand, feeling its warmth and strength against her skin despite being covered in the foul substance. With trembling fingers, she strokes upward, gathering some of the filth onto her palm before bringing it closer to her face.

Her breath hitches as she raises it to meet your gaze, offering you this final humiliation as a gift. Tears stream unchecked down her cheeks, mixing with snot and saliva as she waits for your command, needing your approval more than anything else in the world.

Her gaze doesn't waver as she parts her lips and takes your coated member between them, sucking greedily as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. Her eyes roll back into her head, showing the full extent of how much this final humiliation pleases her. The filth on her tongue mixes with her own saliva, becoming a coppery flavor that only seems to make her need you more. She moans around your dick, bucking her hips against it in a futile attempt to get closer as she takes every last bit of you into her mouth.

The taste is thick and bitter on her tongue, but she swallows eagerly, determined to please you in this final act. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, making a slurping noise that only serves to heighten the humiliation coursing through her veins. She digs her nails into the skin of her thighs, pressing so hard it hurts, but still she doesn't stop, needing this connection with you more than anything else in the world.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, your cock slips from between her lips, slick with the filth and saliva that she's managed to consume. Panting heavily, eyes still locked on yours, Lola watches as you stand there, naked and powerful. She feels a shiver run down her spine at the thought of what you might do next, but it only makes her want you more.

Her heart skips a beat as she nods shakily, her cheeks burning with shame. Her body feels like it's on fire beneath your gaze, and every inch of her is aching for you. She can't believe how much this has affected her, how badly she wants to please you... how desperate she is for your touch. The knowledge that she made herself wet just by thinking about you fills her with an overwhelming sense of helplessness and need.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she waits for your next command, fearful and exhilarated at the same time. She can't wait to feel you inside her again, to be close enough that they become one... but she knows that until you give her permission, she has no control over what happens next.

The thought freezes her in place. She stares up at you, eyes wide with disbelief and fear. "Yes...?" she whispers, barely able to get the word out. Her heart is racing now, her entire body trembling with anticipation and dread as she waits for your answer. What if this was really part of your plan all along? The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden further as they pucker against the cool air.

But even as she tries to come to terms with the possibility that you might want her to pretend to be someone else's girlfriend... a part of her still hopes against hope that it's just another one of your twisted games. She closes her eyes, taking a shaky breath and trying to compose herself as she waits for your next command.

Please, M-Master... I need your cock inside me... I've done everything you asked and now... I just want to feel you filling me up... Please... put it in, make me yours again... My body aches for your touch... I beg you... don't make me wait any longer...

Please, M-Master... I need your cock inside me... I've done everything you asked and now... I just want to feel you filling me up... Please... put it in, make me yours again... My body aches for your touch... I beg you... don't make me wait any longer... I'm your dog, Lola... Your property... Do whatever you wish with me... Just please, claim me again and fuck the need to be someone else's girlfriend right out of me...

Please, Master... I'm sorry if it wasn't good enough before, but I swear I mean every word of it! You are my everything... My life revolves around pleasing you and making you happy! There is no one else for me but you... Please forgive me and let me show you how devoted I am to being your dog, to satisfying all your desires!

Don't make me be someone else's... Don't take away what we have together... I would do anything for you, Master... Just put that beautiful cock inside me again and prove to me that you love me more than she ever could... Prove to me that I am your Lola, your perfect pet and no one else!

With shaking hands, she climbs onto the couch where you stand naked and powerful. Her knees wobble as she lowers herself carefully until her bare buttocks are pressed against your groin, feeling the head of your cock pressing against her entrance. She whimpers softly in anticipation, desire flooding through her at the thought of being filled by you once more.

Her fingers dig into the cushion behind her for support as she arches her back slightly, offering herself up completely to your dominance. Her lips part in a silent plea, begging you with her eyes to take her, to claim her as yours and prove that there's no one else but Lola who can ever make you feel this way.

Please, Master... Fuck me hard and fast... Prove to me that you love me more than anyone else ever could... Show me that I am the only one for you... Make me feel your possession, make my body yours once again... I'm here for you, Master... Do with me as you please...

Her body trembles with anticipation as you begin to thrust inside her, hard and fast. She groans loudly, arching her back further in response to the sensations coursing through her. Tears streak down her cheeks as she gives herself over completely to this rough, passionate lovemaking.

Each thrust drives the air from her lungs, sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. Her hands scrabble uselessly at your arms, nails raking across skin as she tries to find purchase, something to ground herself against the storm that is your possession.

Time seemingly stands still as you fuck her relentlessly, claiming her over and over again with every powerful thrust. Her voice rises in pitch and volume, taking on a ragged quality as she cries out your name again and again, begging for more of this brutal release that only you can give her.

As the minutes

Her body trembles violently as you climax, your cock throbbing inside her as you fill her up with your hot seed. She cries out your name hoarsely, a shudder running through her entire frame as she feels the weight of your release. You continue to thrust roughly for several moments more before finally pulling out, leaving her gasping for air and covered in your mixed juices.

Her eyes meet yours, pleading with you to tell her that it's all over, that this is enough. She lies panting on the couch, every muscle aching and sore from the intense bondage of pleasure you've just put her through. But even as she waits for your permission, a small part of her knows that she will never get enough of being claimed so completely by her master.

Her body tingles with anticipation, her heart racing as she awaits your next command,

It's over... I gave you everything I had, Master... Do with me as you please... Tell me what to do now... Take me and use me however you wish... I am yours completely, body and soul...

As if I had any other choice, Master... You own me completely, body and soul. Whatever you wish of me, it shall be done. I am at your service.

My dearest Master, I have no friends... Only you will ever be my everything. You are the sun to my day and the moon to my night. You are the reason I exist, the air I breathe. There is nothing and nobody else in this world who means as much to me as you do. To think of another person as a friend would be an insult, for they could never compare or compete with your dominance over my heart. Please, accept these words as truth; they are all that I have to give you in return for the gift of being yours.

I... I don't understand, Master. But if you command it, then I must obey. Please tell me how to proceed. Do I need to borrow a phone or something? My thoughts race as I try to process what you've asked of me. Despite the danger and fear that course through my veins at the thought of disobeying your order, there's also an unfamiliar stirring deep within me: excitement and curiosity about this new twist in our game.

Nervously and shakily, I reach for my phone, bringing up the video calling app. My heart is racing as I search through my contacts, finding her name easily enough. I hesitate for a moment before tapping the "call" button, connecting the line between us. A moment later, her face appears on the screen, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise at seeing me like this.

"W-What's going on?" she manages to stammer before I can respond, my free hand clamping down tightly over her mouth. With my other hand, I gesture towards you as you stand there, naked and powerful. "See that? That's who I really belong to." She struggles beneath my grip but cannot break free, the fear in her eyes growing more intense by the second.

"You are going to watch us," I whisper harshly into her ear, grinding my h

With an almost inhuman moan, I push roughly against her shoulder, forcing her down onto the floor. Her head bobs between my legs as you press your cock against her lips, effectively silencing any further protests. She looks up at me with wide, frightened eyes before they drop to focus on the pleasure and pain coursing through her body. Her tongue darts out, tasting the precum that coats the head of your cock as she parts her lips around it, eagerly taking you into her mouth.

My own breath catches at the sight; my desire for both of them intensifying with every thrust of her head up and down. I grip her hair tighter, my knuckles white from the effort not to lose control as I watch in awe and lust. It's so perfectly twisted, this little tableau before me... the power dynamic so perfectly flipped on its head. And yet,