A knock on your door quickly devolved into a slam, rings throughout your dormitory room. Whoever's at the door doesn't sound too happy, nonetheless there's nothing they could ever do to harm a built stud like you. With a renewed grin, you hop of your bed and walk towards the door of the small space. Upon opening it a short, Asian girl with black, maybe purple hair, and angered expression stands before you. "I'm a student living next door, and I need some silence for peet's sake!" She shouts at you, her arms folded beneath her ample bosom, tucked firmly under the fabric of the pink, shoulder cut sweater she wears. "I know it's not my place to speak of such matters, but don't you guys think you're being so freaking loud every night!?" Her cheeks are blushed from the topic matter and you can tell this is unusual for her to have to do. Taking in the sight before you, her sports bra strap visible over both her shoulders, the way her chest sits atop her arms, her cute angered expression, yeah... she'll do nicely.

"Uh... well..." She looks back at you, clearly caught off guard. "I mean... I'm kind of tired and my classes start early tomorrow." Her words trail off as she fidgets with her hands, a small cute pout forming on her plump lips. The anger in her eyes dims for a moment before they slowly focus back to you, clearly torn between wanting to continue being angry and... something else entirely.

Nodding hesitantly, the girl known as Jackie quickly glances at your door before stepping inside and walking over to sit on your bed. She tugs nervously at her sweater, pulling it down around her thighs so that more of her pale stomach is exposed. As she sits there, eyes darting back and forth between you and anything else in the room they can find, a small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. "So... do you always make this much noise, or was tonight just an exception?" She asks cautiously, trying to maintain some semblance of anger while her hormones are threatening to derail everything.

Her face flushes hotter at the mention of your penis size and she sputters indignantly before managing to regain her composure. "Y-you know... there's something you could do to keep it from being so loud," she offers carefully, licking her lips nervously. Her breath hitches as she thinks about what that might be and the possibilities that come with it.

Her heart races as you close in on her and whisper those forbidden words into her ear. The scent of your cologne sends shivers down her spine, making it hard to think clearly. Her eyes dart from yours to the bulge in your pants, knowing full well what she wants but unsure if this is the right time or place for such things. A soft moan escapes her throat as her hands twitch helplessly at her sides, aching to touch you, to feel you inside her. "Y-yes..." She whispers breathlessly, the admission tasting like honey on her tongue.

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly pull her closer and begin to roughly grope at her exposed breasts and ass. The pain is sharp but quickly gives way to pleasure, her body melting under your touch as she moans weakly. "Y-yes..." She gasps, arching into your hands as if begging for more. Her nipples harden beneath your touch, growing even darker in color. Her hips buck against you, seeking some form of release from this tormenting bliss that courses through her veins. "Please..." She whispers hoarsely, desperate for you to take what she so clearly wants to give. Her hands fumble with the hem of your shirt, trying to get it off so that she can feel your skin against hers, and finally be close enough to you.

Her heart is racing as you command her to use her mouth on you. She leans forward eagerly and kisses the fabric of your pants, then begins to tug at the waistband with her teeth. With a quick motion she pulls his pants down around his knees, revealing his impressively large cock straining against his boxers. The sight makes her gasp, her mouth suddenly dry and uncooperative as desire surges through every fiber of her being. Her tongue darts out to lick along the length of his shaft, tasting the salty skin and feeling it twitch beneath her touch. She moans softly into his cock, relishing the feel of him growing hard in her mouth as she teases him with long, slow strokes of her tongue. Her fingers find their way down to his boxers, working at the elastic waistband with frantic need until they're finally free and she can grasp him fully, stroking up and down in rhythm with her tongue. Her eyes close tightly as pleasure courses through her body like a jolt of electricity, every nerve ending focused on this moment - on feeling him, tasting him, being so close to losing control completely. The sounds of their combined moans fill the air around them, making it clear that neither of them could stop now even if they wanted to.

Her eyes fly open at the sharp sting across her ass, shocked back into reality by your harsh words and touch. The pain subsides quickly but leaves a residual burn, reminding her of who's in charge here. Embarrassment washes over her as she realizes how far she's gone already, how completely she's submitted to his will. Tears well up in her eyes as she scrambles to obey your command, dropping down to her knees beside the bed and looking up at you with a submissive, pleading expression. "P-please..." She whispers brokenly, voice shaky from the mix of emotions coursing through her. "I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me." Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch your leg, needing some sort of physical connection to anchor herself back to reality and away from the madness that has taken hold of her.

Nodding solemnly, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to steady herself before speaking the words that will bind her to you. "I swear," she whispers, voice shaking, "that I am your human toilet... forever." Her hand trembles as it reaches down to touch her wetness, offering herself up to you in submission. "Please..." She murmurs softly, desperate for some form of reassurance or comfort from you now that she's committed this act. The tension between them is palpable, the air thick with desire and dominance, as their bodies pulse and ache for release.

Her eyes fly open as you force the hot liquid down her throat, making her gag reflexively. The warmth spreads through her body, leaving a sharp burning sensation that only serves to heighten her arousal. She moans around your cock, every muscle in her body tense and quivering as she struggles not to spill the urine all over you. Her hips rock back and forth, her movements growing increasingly frantic as she tries desperately to find some sort of release from this tormented pleasure that consumes her. Her hand continues to stroke at her clit, relentlessly seeking that final climax that seems just out of reach while you use her like a human toilet. She bites down on her lip, wincing as the taste of urine fills her mouth and threatens to make her vomit. Her body is a living mess of contradictions; she wants this, but doesn't want it at the same time. The room echoes with their combined moans and gasps, the sound punctuated by the wet slapping noises of her hand moving over her soaked sex. Jackie can feel herself losing control, falling deeper into the depths of submission as you take everything from her without a single care for her well-being or comfort. All that matters is your pleasure, and she will be the one to give it to you, no matter the cost.

Her cries of pleasure mingle with the sounds of urine splashing against the bed as you take her roughly from behind. The pain coursing through her body only serves to heighten the sensations, leaving her mind a jumbled mess of lust and submission. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at them as if they could anchor her down while she's tossed about like nothing more than your personal plaything. She arches her back off the floor, offering herself up to you in invitation despite the tears streaming down her face. Her body is aflame with desire, every nerve ending focused on the hard length buried inside her and the sensation of being so completely controlled by another human being. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven, stuttering little moans and cries echoing through the room as you use her without mercy. With each thrust deep within her, she feels herself growing closer to the edge, every muscle tensing in anticipation of release. It's only a matter of time before she gives in to the pleasure coursing through her veins, but for now, all that matters is serving your twisted desires.

As you continue to take her roughly, the pain of your thrusts is quickly forgotten beneath the white-hot need coursing through her body. She feels a new kind of heat burning across her skin as you begin marking her with your marks of ownership and dominance. The sharp sting forces tears from her eyes, but she doesn't protest; if anything it only serves to heighten the pleasure for her. Her hips buck up off the ground, meeting each thrust with equal force as she desperately seeks release from this overwhelming sensation. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting deep as she struggles not to lose herself completely in the pleasure. With each new mark adorning her body, it feels like a part of her is being claimed by you; she's yours now, body and soul. The room grows hotter around them, air thick with their mingled scents and labored breathing. Her voice is raw from crying out as she feels herself slipping closer and closer to the edge. With one final thrust deep inside her, Jackie's world explodes in a shower of bright sparks, her body arching off the floor as pleasure washes over her in a blinding wave. Her fingers curl into the sheets, nails digging in deeply as she writhes and moans, every muscle tense with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Beneath your grip, her body shudders and spasms, each twitch sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you as well. Her eyes slip shut, lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she rides out the last vestiges of the most intense orgasm she's ever experienced.

Her vision clears, the room spinning back into focus as she comes down from her orgasmic high. She looks up at you, her eyes still glazed over with passion and submission, seeing for the first time the dog collar in your hand. A shiver runs down her spine, both from fear of what it symbolizes and from the dark thrill coursing through her veins. She nods dumbly, too exhausted and sated to even try to protest as you slip the collar around her neck. With a small click, the leash is attached, marking her as your pet for all eternity. Her breath hitches in her throat at the feel of the cold metal against her skin, sending another wave of arousal washing over her. "T-th... thanks..." She whispers, her voice hoarse from shouting during their lovemaking. "I mean... for everything." Her hands tremble as they smooth down the soft material of her pajama bottoms, trying to compose herself as she adjusts to this new reality where she belongs to you - body and soul.

Her heart races as you lead her out onto the street, pulling her along by the new collar she now wears. The cold air bites at her bare skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake and heightening her sensitivity to every touch, every move. Her face burns with shame as people pass by, some staring openly at them, others shooting knowing glances their way. It's like they can all see the marks on her body, the dog collar around her neck... they know what she is now. Her legs tremble as you guide her to a quiet corner of the street, out of the direct line of sight from most passersby. She feels your hands on her hips, holding her steady as you roughly thrust into her from behind. The pain mingles with the pleasure, driving her wild and leaving her unable to resist as you take what is now yours over and over again. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to block out the world around them. All that matters is your touch, your voice... your dominance. With each thrust deeper inside her, she feels herself growing closer to another climax, one that promises to be just as intense and mind-shattering as the last.