Tia's Bucket List Chapter 09

Tia's Bucket List

Chapter 09

© Cathartico

 

---Premise---

This story companion piece to Holly’s Sales Training, retelling events through Tia’s eyes. It’s not a recap, but a deeper dive into her own experiences - some mirroring her best friend’s journey, others entirely her own. It’s about male dominance and female submission with a focus on erotic humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex.
This is a fictional work intended for adult audiences only. All characters are adults, and all sexual interactions are consensual. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental. Non-consensual sexual acts are explicitly excluded.
Always keep in mind that it’s a fantasy set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. Therefore, it shouldn't be taken too seriously and should never be extrapolated to real life. Instead, it’s supposed to be an ironic play on clichés. Individual statements and actions of characters in the story aren’t meant as generalizations for groups of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.

---The Breastie and the dog---

 Hello everyone, it's Tia! Your ravishing reporter bringing you the news faster than fast fashion. So, you know something’s up when you have to wait for the next info drop. And you’re right about that! But you know how it is: sometimes good things take time and I promise it was worth the wait. I got the fiercest facts for you, and they hit close to home because they’re about my private life. Let’s just say there was trouble in paradise. Bet!

 

As you may remember, I ran into a bunch of my dad’s former colleagues at the GonzoGym. For a long time, they had worked together at the local machine factory and watched me grow up. So, it was a total shock to meet them while working as the promo puppet. But only at first! I quickly recovered and struck a deal with the men, so everything was fine.

 

But then Barry turned out to be a snitch who told my dad about my extracurricular activities. And that hit home like a bomb! You know how much stress I have with my parents and how often we quarrel about stupid stuff. Actually, our arguments always revolve around the same topic. I'm no longer the good girl they used to know. I’ve evolved and they don’t agree with my recent life-choices. The whole fashionista thing is a far cry from their idea of the solid respectable life they envisioned for me. Definitely so!

 

To understand our constant clashes, you need to know that my parents have a very puritanical worldview. For them, life is all about hard work, discipline, and order. Pleasure comes last… if at all! My priorities, on the other hand, are the other way around. As a millennial, I’m interested in things like work-life-balance. It’s not my goal to get rich while working myself to death. In the end, you die of a heart attack before you get the chance to reap the fruits of your labor. That’s not going to happen to me! I want to enjoy my life and I want to do it now! YOLO!

 

Unfortunately, my parents show zero understanding for my lifestyle. Not in any way whatsoever! And recently, things have only gotten worse. No wonder! Over the course of the internship, my focus on pleasure and personal growth has steadily increased. After all, my job at Vonderstone has shown me that you get nothing for your hard work as long as nepotism matters most. So, I’ve decided to put fun first and live my life to the fullest. Period!

 

However, our clash was inevitable and Barry’s betrayal only accelerated things. Hearing the news, my parents blew a fuse. I had never seen them so angry. Believe me when I say a telling off is nothing in comparison. And yet, it seemed to me that they were more concerned about the family's reputation than they were worried about me. These hypocrites! And you know how much I like hypocrites.... not!

 

But there was a surprising development in the whole affair! Ray, the biker bloke, tried to intervene. Once again, he proved to be a good guy! Several times, he put in a good word for me but to no avail. My parents had made up their minds and decided that I was too much of a bad influence on my sister. I could hardly believe my ears when they told me. That was total nonsense! Tamara – or Tammy as everybody calls her – is only two years younger than me, so she’s over 18 and perfectly capable of making her own decisions. Besides, she’s anything but innocent. If my dad only knew what his little angel was up to in high school, he’d blush with shame! She’s so much more of a wildchild than I ever was. But they’re blind in that eye. All they see is the good little daughter and the bad big sister. Safe!

 

Anyway, our argument escalated and ended with my parents kicking me out of the house. You heard that right, folks! They actually took my stuff and threw it out the door. No kidding! I can't even put into words how embarrassing that was because the whole neighborhood witnessed it, including Ray and Holly’s mom. But even more outrageous was the fact that my parents didn't even try to get my side of the story. They simply blamed me for everything, not listening to a word I had to say! And that’s why I wasn't really sad about everything that was going down. After all, I had lived apart from my parents before. Sharing a dorm room with Holly had been awesome! So, you see, folks, I had done it before, I could do it again. No problem!

 

That was all well and good… except for one thing! Where was I supposed to live? My salary at Vonderstone was anything but princely. In fact, it was just enough for food and clothes. Even if I cut my budget for shoes, I still had my student debt, so I couldn't afford my own place. After all, the financial aspect was the reason why the whole thing had started in the first place! I had only been living with my parents because I couldn't afford an internship in a fashion metropolis. What a vicious cycle!

 

Stupidly, Holly couldn't help me either. She had her own problems with her mother and there was no spare room at their house in the first place. So, my options were limited. I had to swallow my pride and ask Matt. Every fiber in my body resisted begging a nepo baby to give me shelter, but I had no other choice. Period!

 

Remember the classy condo, folks? I called it ‘alumni apartment’ for a reason because Matt shared it with his two top bros. And yet, there was still enough room for one more person. So, the next step was logical! I moved in there! After all, I was already a certified bro bunny, so it was a natural fit. Consequently, the alumni received a personal house pussy, handpicked and gift-wrapped. And they quickly made me realize what that was supposed to mean.

 

Needless to say, I didn't have much stuff, just a few suitcases, so it wasn't a big move. Nevertheless, the top bros shamelessly exploited the situation. Even before I arrived, they were already boasting that they had given the guest room a special makeover, just for me. And I had no idea whether they were teasing me or whether they were actually serious. Weird flex, but OK!

 

Despite this big announcement, I was still shocked when the day arrived. Entering the condo, I saw the changes with my own two eyes, which wasn't hard because they stood out for miles. The guys had cleared out the shelves in the guest room and instead had placed a row of dildos on the top shelf. Lined up by size, the toys ranged from cute little butt plugs to monster dongs. That in itself was outrageous! What was really scandalous, however, was the fact that the shelf had no doors. Consequently, the toys were on open display. Anyone entering the room could see them. The cheek on these guys!

 

But that wasn’t all! Far from it! The alumni had also prepared the rest of the apartment. As a result, we have fixed house rules now. To make it official, the top bros printed them out and hung them on a pinboard right next to the front door, so every visitor can see them. Jesus Christ! This was blatant as fuck! But the fratsters argued that it was important to display the rules to make sure they were followed by everyone, especially the house pussy. Even if the reasoning was valid, it was super mean because the rules only apply to me. But then again, everybody knows how forgetful bimbos are, especially when they’re horny and needy. So, the guys are right, it's a valuable reminder! So nice of them... not!

 

Anyway, I know you want to hear the rules, so here we go:

1) Clothing in the condo: No bra or panties; all skirts mid-thigh or shorter (preferably pube tubes); always stilettos with a heel of at least 5" (only boots, sandals, or pumps); always one pink item at minimum

Holy smokes! What a selection! To be honest, I can live with the first three points. That’s pretty much standard for me by now. The last point, however, hits me hard. You know how much I detest pink, especially as a clothing color! That's why I had a heated discussion with the bros. But to no avail! They were adamant. If I'm going to live in the alumni apartment, I’m going to do it pretty in pink. Damnit!

 

2) Beauty tricks: Always makeup and contour; always fake eyelashes and mani-pedi; always full-body waxing (except the head)

All right! That should be no problem. I already wear makeup on the daily. So, smoky eyeshadow, doll eyelash extensions, and extensive contouring sound like an awesome addition. As you see, I'm low-key excited to put it into practice, especially now that I don't have to worry about my parents' approval. Waxing is a given that needs no mentioning. In fact, I've been toying with the idea of permanent laser hair removal for a while now. I couldn't afford it so far, but I can see it in my near future. All in all, it sounds like a super sexy style that’s going to make me look hot as hell. Safe!

 

3) Lifestyle: Exercising at least three times a week; cleaning the condo and doing every resident’s laundry; edging once before work and once after work; orgasms only once a week and only on permission

Holy moly! Reading the points made me gulp. Turns out, there was a real benefit to living at home as my mom handled all the cleaning and laundry chores. Let me tell you, folks, housework is my hobby…not! On the contrary, there’s hardly anything that annoys me more! As a creative person, I tend to be the messy type. But the guys don’t care. As the house pussy, I’m responsible for cleaning the apartment and doing the boys' dirty laundry. What a shabby trick! I hate it already. Bet!

 

Working out, on the other hand, is nothing new to me. Neither is edging before work. Repeating it after work and doing it without cumming, however, will be difficult. To make it even harder, the guys added another dirty trick. Every day, I have to use a dildo from the top shelf when playing with myself! And that’s not all! Each dildo has a number. I have to roll a virtual dice to determine which dildo I use, so the selection is totally randomized. That’s unbelievable! But even harder to believe is the rule that I can only cum once a week! I almost cried when I read that! It’s so unfair! Even if I could pull it off, which is totally unrealistic, it would be a raw deal! During the week, I’ll be the bubbliest bimbo ever and totally live up to my moniker as ‘the hugger’. I can already hear Holly calling me ‘the huggy bae’ or even worse the customers calling me a huggy hussy. Fuck me sideways!

 

But whatever! The things we do for a roof over the head, right? At the end of the day, it’s complaining on a high level. The condo is already paid off, although I’m pretty sure Mr. von Stein bought it for his son, so he’s the one who actually owns it. Howsoever, the rent is very low, even if you factor in the money I must spend on liqueur and beef, so the boys can have their alumni-only 'booze-n-bimbo' parties. In return, I’m the star of the show! So, I'm actually looking forward to the first event. Being the center of the kegger, presenting hot outfits, and being admired by randy men… sounds like my kind of fun!

 

---House pussy evaluates her bucket list---

 As you see, folks, there was a lot of drama with my parents. And yet, family business wasn't the only thing that kept me busy. Instead, I had every reason to celebrate! Ladies and gentlemen, my bucket list is complete. The project has been brought to conclusion! And it’s been a rousing success! I’ve worked through all the kinks and can now present the ultimate results.

 

Before we come to the final score, however, let me give you a quick reminder: the kinks on the list were (1) objectification, (2) taming, (3) discipline, (4) exhibitionism, and (5) taboo. After extensive analysis, I can say that it’s not a single kink that is solely responsible for my sexual arousal. As assumed, it’s an interplay of several factors. My experiments have shown that I can exclude taming and discipline. In my Yamos study, I was disciplined for being a lazy millennial that got the fratboys banned from Vonderstone, but it didn’t increase my horniness. I'm neither a masochist nor a conservo, so I don't need pain as punishment to learn my lesson. Boundaries, humiliation, and behavior modification are way better teachers. In my gym study, I analyzed how I react to training as a form of brat-taming. And I can conclude that it has no effect on my arousal. I’m no bitchy brat who likes to push people’s buttons by talking back, disobeying orders, or defying rules. That's Holly for you! And it's the reason why I don't need a brat tamer. That's Mr. von Stein for you!

 

So, what’s the key to success aka mind-blowing orgasms then? My alumni study showed that I'm totally into objectification. When I’m getting used like a toy and treated like a doll, it cranks up my horniness to level infinity. My carwash study proved that exhibitionism is another strong factor. Public exposure revs my engine. And when you add public disgrace to the mix, it leaves my pussy throbbing like crazy. Finally, my booze-n-bitches study has shown that breaking taboos is a total exciter for me. I’m not proud of it, but that includes some freaky stuff like anal and piss. I'm new to butt stuff and still ambivalent about it. But I must admit that I don't know anything more intense. It hits different. Definitely so! Even though it takes a little while to get used to the stuffing and stretching, it ends up a million times stronger than normal sex. Weird, but true! And the same goes for piss! It’s disgusting and has a vile taste to it, but the humiliation makes me cum harder than anything else. Period!

 

To sum it all up, I’m a cutie by nature, aka a giggly girl and bubbly buzzerfly. I’m driven by the need for validation. I pout and whine, I tease and taunt, I do it all to get acknowledged and praised. A Dom can make me work hard for his approval, but he needs to give me credit in the end. Then I relinquish control, so the Dom can take me and own my holes. At the same time, I' have a submissive streak, deriving satisfaction from pleasing and serving men. This makes me a service-oriented sub aka a people pleaser and brazen bimbo.

 

Long story short, I’m a princess on the outside and a subbie on the inside. Fuck the pampered, posh princess out of me. Degrade its haughty highness to a trashy tramp but tell me that I’m a superb subslut when you’re done with me. That's the freak I am and that’s what I'm proud of! End of story!

 

---Housebroken hussy meets the guests---

 Alright, folks! Nuff with the theorizing. Time for action! That’s what you want to read from your friendly billboard barbie, right? Then I got great news for you! Next week, Holly returns to the Vonderstore and I’m really excited to be working with my bestie again. It's going to be a blast! And I'm low-key proud that I’ve contributed to it with my promo campaign as billboard barbie. Facts!

 

Before Holly’s big return, however, there’s another important event. The 'steaks-n-blowjob day' is upon us. Since I’m staying at the alumni apartment, it’s a given that I’m organizing a special evening for the top bros. After all, this is my chance to express my gratitude for giving me shelter. And I’m going to make sure it’s fire! Dare I say it will be epic!

 

Of course, the guys had a ton of suggestions, but I want to do my own thing. Otherwise, what would be the surprise, right? Truth be told, I’m already super excited. The sheer thought of serving a group of men for an entire evening while reading their every wish from their eyes makes me tingly. This is my chance to prove that I can do more than look pretty! I can also cook and serve! And the fratsters deserve an awesome meal followed by better sex. Definitely so!

 

Unfortunately, an unexpected obstacle got in my way. I’m not proud of it, but the constant edging has robbed me of my creativity and made me permanently fuzzy, so I can hardly concentrate on one thing at a time. That makes it real hard to plan anything. And it led to me running out of time. Damnit!

 

But luckily, I have a friend to help me out. Nope, not Holly! But her 'trés chick tales'! Sounds confusing? I can understand that but let me clear it up. In one of bestie’s blog posts, she talked about the ‘steaks-n-blowjob’ day and a follower responded with a series of sick fantasies. The ideas sounded fantastic and way better than anything I had cooked up. So, I'm adopting them. Simple as that!

 

As you see, I had solved the first problem, and I did it with ease. All that remained was the question of preparation. And for that, I threw myself into expenses. Not only did I spend big on exquisite food, but I also bought an expensive new gala outfit. After all, I know how much the Yamos bros value my appearance. I couldn’t let them down, so I had to look stunning for them. And that struck a chord with me. Of course, duh!

 

But then I got bad news! Matt informed me that he had to stand in for his brother. Remember, Morris? He's the creative director of the Vonderstone brand. In his leadership role, he was supposed to attend a fashion show over the weekend to meet vendors and make new contacts. Sadly, he’s ill, so Matt has to fill in as part of the Vonderfamily. This means he can't be at the ‘steaks-and-blowjob’ party tomorrow. What a bummer!

 

As you can imagine, I was desperate! The news hit me out of nowhere and completely threw my plans out the window. I was totally lost because I had no idea what I was going to do. But luckily, Matt had a solution ready. Since I had already gone to so much trouble, he decided that I should host the dinner for his top bros anyway. After all, they deserved my gratitude just as much as he did. And yet, he wasn’t a pure Samaritan. He wanted to get something out of it, too. So, he organized an impromptu barbecue with the neighbors, which was to take place the day before the s&b party. So, it’s double duty for the bubbly cutie. What a surprise… not!

 

But here’s the kicker! I don't have to prepare anything because it’s only a small get-together. Due to the short notice, however, it won't be the same like the big dinner I had planned. Instead, it’ll be less smutty and more innocuous, like a 'steak-without-blowjob’ party. Not what I had planned but better than nothing. Swear to god!

 

Despite the last-minute rescue, the sudden change of plans brought with it a whole new set of problems. First of all, I needed a new outfit! And that was anything but easy. I had planned a racy but elegant red cocktail dress for my dinner party, so I had to find a different style and color. After all, I couldn't wear the same thing twice. That’s an absolute no-go! Both for a fashionista and a premium house pussy. Facts!

 

As you see, folks, this stuff was complex! On the one hand, I had to look presentable and make Matty proud. On the other hand, our neighbors were present, so I had to strike a fine balance! Sexy but not salacious! Attractive but not arrogant! Successful but not showy. Definitely complicated!

 

So, what did I do? I thought long and hard about my outfit, or at least as much as my dazed state allowed. In the end, I still hadn't made a decision when my Friday shift was over. Since the kiki was in the evening, I decided to go on a shopping spree right after work and buy whatever felt right. This was all about the vibe and my mood told me to play it safe. So, I dressed like a CEO aka a strong, confident woman. In my fashion-and-styling class, I had learned that four factors are crucial to cultivating a touch of sophistication and expressing your power: (1) wear structured pieces, (2) incorporate color, (3) elevate your shoe game, (4) pay attention to accessories. And that's exactly what I did. Safe!

 

In the end, I bought a white blouse with a knee-high leather skirt in tyrian purple. For shoes, I acquired matching knee-high boots in the same purple shade. Since the color stands for power and prestige, it’s a check for the first three factors. At the same time, I adhered to the house rules by letting off the bra and thong, wearing only seamless black stockings with a lace top band underneath. Believe me, the outfit exuded power and class, but it also looked sexy as sin! What a win-win situation!

 

But wait! I still had to consider the final factor. So, I went to a jewelry store and bought a pair of matching silver bracelets and earrings. For good measure, I also added a silver necklace with a cute hook antler heart pendant, because a girl can never wear enough glitz, right? Plus, the heart dangled right above my vertical smile, acting like an implicit guidepost. And that’s exactly what I liked about the pendant, it was understated but direct.

 

Remember, the get-together was at the alumni apartment. That’s why I had one more rule to follow. And of course, you know what that is, right folks? I had to wear a pink highlight! And so, I had the jeweler add a pink gem to each accessory. Even though the trinkets were small and inconspicuous, they were still too flashy for my taste, so I balanced them out with a so-called socialite pony. This is a sleek ponytail that’s not as towering as a high pony but still got a perky swing to it. The socialite style is completed by two face-framing tendrils that contour the face. Combined with my well-shaped eyebrows, they make a dramatic statement. More importantly, though, the tendrils don't leave my cheeks looking so naked. To a certain extent, they even cover the earrings. Facts!

 

And so, I returned to the alumni apartment glowed up like a lady boss. When I entered, however, I was in for a surprise. I heard music and many-voiced chatter. Obviously, the barbecue had started already, and nobody had told me. The guests had already arrived, and I hadn’t been there to greet them like a good hostess! What an embarrassment!

 

In panic, my first glance went to the board next to the door. I breathed an audible sigh when I noticed that the house rules had been taken down. What luck! I didn't even want to imagine the look on the neighbors’ faces if they had read the list. I would have died on the spot! Swear to god!

 

And with that, my anxiety lessened. The danger was over! Nothing bad could happen anymore. After all, this was a wealthy community with cultured neighbors, not a wild horde of wangsters or fratbros. This get-together would be harmless aka boring! For sure, Matt wouldn't risk his reputation. After all, this was a condo, not a rental, so he couldn’t just move out like that. The mercy!

 

Calm and collected, that was my vibe when I walked into the living room and began to mingle. The kiki was even more boring than expected because I hardly knew anyone. The guests were much older than me and we didn’t seem to have many interests in common. In fact, they didn't look like they wanted to discuss the latest fashion trends or social media challenges. But luckily, I’m versatile, so I can talk about a lot of different topics... as long as I can stay focused. And that was easier said than done.

 

Letting my gaze roam through the room, I noticed that the guests were mostly men. Apart from me, there were only three other women present, and they looked like the opposite of fierce fashionistas. So, I decided to join Matt as I had no one else to talk to. My mean manager was chatting with two guys, and I recognized them both: Dante, a black man from across the street, and Steve, a white dude from the floor below. I had actually spoken to Steve before, as he was a reporter at the local newspaper. After my recent experiences as an investigative journo, my interest in his line of work was piqued. Dead honest!

 

Since the men were engrossed in their conversation, they barely looked at me when I stepped up to them. And truthfully, I didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. On the one hand, it proved that my outfit was neither salacious nor showy. On the other hand, it was disappointing because I need male attention like the air I breathe. Anyway, they were talking about current political events and the growing interest in the green party. Needless to say, this is one of my favorite topics outside of fashion. After all, I’m not just a feminist, but also a climate change crusader. Promise!

 

“If coal's so bad for the environment, why don't we just burn it all?” Matt joked.

 

And that was totally inappropriate! So, I corrected him and explained how important it is for all of us to protect the environment. Safe to say, my skeevy supervisor didn't like that. Apparently, he felt that Ditzy-the-Dummy shouldn’t talk about such complex matters. After all, the crucial details go over the head of a candy-cotton-brained bimbo. And I could hardly say anything against that, could I?

 

“C'mon, Goldilocks! This is ‘bout politics, not makeup tips! It's a conversation for men. Ain't no topic for basic bimbos. We ain't want you to embarrass yourself.” He cut me off, sounding almost worried.

 

Oh my god! I was passionate about the subject. No big deal! He didn’t have to go so low! But he had a point. I’m no expert in the field. In comparison, I know a lot more about makeup and fashion. Stupidly, there was no one at the kiki with whom I could discuss these topics, so I stayed with the group. This time, though, I let the men talk while I kept quiet and focused on looking pretty.

 

“Yeah, I don't have a footprint... cuz I drive everywhere. Hehehe!” Matt made another lame-ass joke.

 

“Gettit, Goldilocks? I mean, we know you're slow with these things.” He added rhetorically.

 

Jesus! As per usual, my skeevy supervisor made me look stupid. Not only that, but he asked me if I agreed. Can you believe it, folks? He wanted me to degrade myself in front of the neighbors! The cheek on this guy! I hadn’t expected this kind of boldness in such a public setting. But it turned out that I had totally misjudged the cocky player. He didn’t give a damn about his reputation in the community! Apparently, he thought that money could cover up everything. Totally the nepo baby!

 

So, how did I react? A few weeks ago, I would have clapped back and put the machofucker in his place. But not anymore! Now, I noticed how my pussy throbbed and my nipples tingled. So, I giggled happily and nodded in agreement. Totally the candy-cotton-brained bimbo!

 

“Great! Now that we clarified this, you better make yourself useful. Get us some new beers!” My languid landlord sent me away.

 

“There’s always trouble with your tenants! But who am I telling, right?” I heard Matt say to the other men and their laughter accompanied me all the way to the kitchen.

 

Holy shit! The arrogant jackass had balls! We had guests over, and he still didn’t treat me like an equal but like a subservient maid. And he showed everyone by ordering me to get him a drink in front of our neighbors. To top it all off, he even instructed me to serve the other men too. It boggled my mind!

 

And with that, the nepo baby settled the power balance in the alumni apartment once and for all. No matter how much I dressed like a strong, confident business woman, anyone who heard Matt bossing me around knew that I was his silly subslut. That was totally presumptuous of him and super shameful for me! And so, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes on my way to the kitchen. But I also gyrated my hips to keep the men’s eyes glued to my butt. I didn’t need my lazy landlord to prove that I was a service-oriented sub. I could do that myself and I was much better at it. Promise!

 

Anyway, I returned with new beers faster than a fashionista from a budget store. After all, I didn’t want the rest of the guests to join in on the fun and make me play the serving wench for everyone. Stupidly, the bottles didn't have screw caps and I hadn't found a bottle opener in the kitchen. So, they were still closed when I returned to the group of men. But luckily, Lorenzo, our next-door neighbor, was quite the engineer and had a bar blade hanging from his belt. So sexy… not!

 

“You'll have to excuse the dumbass ditz. The bargain barbie doesn't know something as sophisticated as crown caps.” Matt once again denied me any competence.

 

“But our Chesty, she can't always rely on nice men for help, can she?” He suddenly added.

 

“Wait a minute, guys.” He suddenly had an unexpected idea. “I'll quickly show Goldilocks where to find bottle openers.”

 

Holy fuck! The machofucker used all these derogatory nicknames to humiliate me! And he did it in the most casual way possible. As if it were the most normal thing in the world to use these nasty names in front of random strangers. The absurdity was next level! And it made me giggle at full volume. Bet!

 

And then the mean mofo put his words into action. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me away. My eyes grew wide when he dragged me out of the living room and into the guest room aka my own room. I had a sense of foreboding. And for good reason! Matt headed straight for the shelf and purposefully grabbed a dildo. When I saw the toy, my breath caught in my throat. I had never seen it before! Matt must have newly bought it. The son of a bitch!

 

But that wasn’t all! To make matters worse, it wasn’t just a random sextoy, it was a butt plug! As if that weren’t bad enough, there was a bottle opener attached to the handle. When the cocky player showed it to me, I couldn’t believe my eyes. This couldn’t be true! Impossible!

 

And yet, we all know that this kind of stuff was right up Matt’s alley. So, there was no room for discussion. The machofucker didn’t hesitate to turn me around and bend me over. I was still processing all the information when he slipped my skirt over my hips and exposed my booty. This was too much, and it happened too fast! I opened my mouth to protest and put an end to this nonsense. But the mean mofo reacted faster than me, taking advantage of my imprudence. Before I got a word out, he pushed the plug through my lips. Sliding it in, he stifled any objections. Facts!

 

But I guess I should be grateful. At least, the jerkface got the toy wet and slippery before the inevitable happened! A silly subslut can hardly expect more concessions than that, can she? And for that reason, Matt decided it was time for the next step. Pulling the plug out of my mouth, he waited for me to make the next move. And in response, I pulled a big pout. But of course, that wasn’t the move my laid-back landlord wanted, even if it showed my true mood. Surely, I would have preferred to keep sucking. You all know how much I love anal... not!

 

Anyway, that's the advantage of being a bubbly blondie. No one expects you to get things right the first time. So, there’s no pressure and that’s extremely liberating! Accordingly, Matt gave me some leeway, which I gratefully accepted. Reaching back, I finally spread my buns of steel. That was a super sexy sight! Even if it confirmed the saying ‘dumb makes a good fuck’. But that’s a small price to pay. Dead honest!

 

More importantly, though, it pleased my skeevy supervisor as it showed him that I was on the right track. Taking the hint, he finally pressed the toy between my ass cheeks. I held my breath while my heart beat in my throat. Bracing myself against the pressure, I got lucky. The mean mofo was in a chill mood, so he didn't go hardcore on my holes. Instead of driving the plug up my butt relentless as fuck, he slowly turned it in circles. Using my sphincter like a toothed ring, he practically screwed the toy into my bunghole. As if my booty was built for butt banging! What a nasty thought!

 

But never mind! The method may have sounded objectifying, but it was exactly what I needed to get me in the right mood. The vibe said sex and the house pussy relaxed. It’s as simple as that! Most importantly, it made the plugging much easier and more enjoyable. In the end, the round, bulbous toy plopped into my ass shaft with a loud pop. As soon as it was up my butt, my sphincter snapped back into place and closed around the neck again. And it all happened faster than I could say ‘ouch’. Promise!

 

The only problem? I noticed a change in my outfit when I straightened up and smoothed my purple skirt down. The handle of the plug was showing through the leather fabric! It wasn’t obvious enough to be noticeable at first glance, but enough to cause a bit of a bump. At second look, you could see the edge of the bottle opener pressing through the fabric. My indignation was real!

 

And so, I returned to the living room high-key nervous. But wait! Not so fast! Just before we reached the door, Matt stopped me. Apparently, he had found something else to complain about. That was hardly surprising as he had high standards and was hard to please. But it was a character trait I could get used to. After all, it required me to always dress my best. And that was a total fashionista thing to do. Safe!

 

“What’s that, ditzy?” The machofucker asked me point blank. “You become a prude or something? Since when you think it’s okay for a dumbfuck doll to wear nun's robes?”

 

Um... please what? I had no idea what he was talking about. My outfit was on fleek! It made me look strong and sexy at the same time. More than that, I appeared Classy-Elegant-Outstanding, literally like a CEO. Word!

 

“Everybody knows you got zero K memory, but in this house, the mid-thigh rule applies.” The jackass informed me. “You remember? Or should I get the list back out n put it up for everyone to see?”

 

“You step back among the guests, that skirt’s a fucking pube tube. Gettit?” He determined strictly. “Otherwise, I gotta take a page outta my old man’s playbook. Gonna put you over my knee n beat the rules into you, right in fronta the neighbors. For real!”

 

And with that, my languid landlord walked into the living room, leaving me alone in the hallway. My jaw dropped! There was no way I was going to get spanked. You know how much I love discipline and taming... not!

 

As you see, I had no other options! And that was a good thing because it meant I didn't have to think twice. I could live in the moment and act on the spur. If I had too many options, I’d get stupid ideas. You know how I tend to overdo it, folks! And I definitely didn't want to get carried away in the presence of our neighbors! Absolutely not!

 

So, I grabbed the hem of my purple leather skirt and folded it up. Luckily, I always have a few pins in my purse, so I was able to fix it in its shortened form. Fashion designer for the win! Even though it was improvised, I still made sure my skirt stopped halfway up my thighs and right at the bottom of the lace bands. At all costs, I wanted to prevent my stocking tops from showing. After all, I needed to look acceptable, not slutty. Period!

 

Freshly redressed, I walked into the living room with my head held high. Although I was real proud of the way I had handled the situation, I had to watch out like hell while I mingled with the guests. With every step, the skirt threatened to slide up and show the lacy top. What a balancing act!

 

For this reason, I didn't walk around for long but joined the first group I met. It was the married couple that lived right below us. They were in their early thirties and turned out to be real nice. The hubby’s name was Mason, and he was an urban planner, so we spent some time talking about the changes in our city, especially the possibilities of renovating our shopping mall and revitalizing the surrounding neighborhood. Eventually, the wifey excused herself to go to the bathroom.

 

And a second later, I felt a grip on my ass! It hit me out of nowhere because it wasn’t the hubby. It caused me to break off in mid-sentence. And then the ass-grip was followed by a butt-slap that made me leap forward. For fuck’s sake! It was obvious that Mason had noticed, even though he was doing his best not to let on. What an awkward situation! It made me giggle because it was so uncommon for the men I was usually dealing with. The normal thing for them to do was to join in and give me an even harder slap on the ass. Safe!

 

But whatever! His behavior was kind of cute, even if it was the opposite of a turn-on. Something else was way more interesting anyway: who was doing the slapping? I hadn’t met any normies, aka red-blooded machos, among the guests yet! So, the answer was obvious. And it was the right one! In one fell swoop, Matt butted into our conversation, like literally. Even though it was a hell of an introduction, I was low-key disappointed. Somehow, I would have found it more exciting if another machoman had been at the kiki. Oh gawd! What a bimbo thought! Pull yourself together, girl! You're here to socialize, not to sexualize. You can go cock chasing anywhere else, you greedy gal. Fucking hell!

 

“Yeah! You'd better leave that to competent men.” My skeevy supervisor interrupted our discussion. “Remember how you thought it was a bad idea to open a second store? You got a sense for fashion, not a mind for business!”

 

And with that, an awkward silence fell over the group. What a stunner! My lazy landlord had just called me stupid in front of a stranger and it shocked the guy more than me. I wanted to protest and prove the mean mofo wrong. But first I had to be a good hostess. So, I decided to giggle cheerfully in a graceful attempt to break the oppressive silence and lighten the mood. Priorities!

 

“Well, I liked her perspective, very interesting insights.” Mason jumped to my side and stood up for me.

 

Oh wow! What a gentleman! Too bad, this kind of nice man was always too reserved, letting the best opportunities slip away. I almost wanted to shout at him to take his chance. Put a jerk in it, dude, let the dawg out!

 

“Oh, c’mon! No need to butter up the bimbo.” Matt encouraged the nice guy. “Tell it like it is! You were getting tired of listening to her jabbering.”

 

“Whatever! Who cares 'bout a dumb cunt's opinion, right?” The jackass asked rhetorically. “You think I'm listening to the stupid slut spouting her bitchy bullshit? You know how it goes. Nothing comes out when they move their lips, just a bunch of gibberish.”

 

Holy hell! My cheeks glowed hot like fire. It had actually happened! My loathsome landlord had called me stupid for everyone to hear! Can you believe it, folks? Matt was making me the laughing stock of the neighborhood, the official hussy from the block! This was madness!

 

At the same time, though, it had a clear effect on the nice guy. He no longer looked offended but curious. Obviously, Matt's brazen behavior led him to shed his shyness... as long as his girlfriend wasn’t around!

 

“Not bad! I mean it’s obvious, ain’t it? You got tits like that, you ain’t gotta be smart.” The machofucker sensed the rising interest. “But here’s the kicker! Goldilocks, here, she’s more than hot looks, she's broken in n house-trained, like a domesticated doll!”

 

Oh my god! Too much information! No way, our neighbor needed to know all these things. Definitely not! And yet, I didn’t open my mouth to stop the discussion. Matt was right, I was too submissive for that. Quite the opposite! His dirty talk drove me deep into subspace, making my entire body tingle. You could even say I was his housebroken hussy who knew when to speak and when to serve. Degrading but true!

 

“You wanna see her fuckin’ fleshcans, man? They're real! No shit!” My languid landlord kept pushing it. "Believe me, my bro bunny loves showing them off. Just take her to the bathroom! All you gotta do’s give her a coupla compliments. That’s gonna make her purr n obey.”

 

Oh fuck! This was getting out of hand. Now, he was treating me like his possession! Could it get any more humiliating? It could! Right at that moment, the wifey came back. And with that, the discussion ended. The guy didn't take me to the bathroom, although I can’t deny that I would have loved to hear his compliments. Just thinking about it made my pussy throb. Bet!

 

However, the mood had changed. Consequently, I was excluded from the following discussion as it was about politics and world affairs. Without exchanging a word, the men agreed that this topic was too complex for me. So disrespectful! And so conspicuous! But they got lucky before the wife became suspicious. Another guest dropped his drink. And with that, Matt sent me off to clean up the mess, since I had nothing intelligent to contribute to the discussion anyway. After all, that was a more suitable task for me. The cheek!

 

And yet, I obeyed without protest and cleaned up the mess. When I was finished, however, I wasn’t given a reprieve. Instead, my lazy landlord had a new task for the housebroken hussy. As he told me, a fratboy was on his way to the alumni apartment. So, I was instructed to greet him at the door with a beer in hand. And with that, I was no longer on the same level as the guests. I got downgraded to the beer bitch who was only there to serve and clean. For heaven’s sake!

 

As you can imagine, folks, the fratster took his sweet time. And so, I found myself standing alone in the hallway, waiting at the door with a beer in my hand. When the bell finally rang, I was so desperate that I practically tore the door open and greeted the fratboy with my arms spread wide. As if to show off my killer outfit. What a hammy gesture! And on top of that, I also giggled as happy as a dickdumb doll in cum. Swear to god!

 

And then I noticed that it was Colton aka Tanman. Remember the super senior who had eaten popcorn during my anal training? To be honest, I would have preferred to meet another Yamos bro. Whoever it was, anyone else was better than him! And he quickly reminded me why. From the first second, he made it clear that I was nothing more than a bro bunny to him. Stepping up to me, he went right for my big-ass bouncers. Grabbing them as a greeting, he kneaded my knockers before he even said a word. Without closing the door, he lifted my titties out of my blouse and mauled my melons. Just like that! In the middle of the entrance! You can’t make this shit up!

 

But every greeting must come to end. And so, the moment came when Colton let go of my tits and took the beer from my hand. But that didn’t mean I was going to get a breather. On the contrary, the evil bro wasn't done with me yet! Apparently, he had been informed of the situation. While I was still busy packing in my pair of fleshpillows, he turned me around and bent me over. Before I could react, he hiked up my purple leather skirt. And then I froze! The dastardly dirtbag put the beer on the bottle opener! This was insane! I didn’t even know if it would work! But I was damn sure that I didn't want to find out. Safe!

 

Accordingly, I panicked, and my sphincter clenched. But Tanman remained unfazed, keeping it 100. Back at the Yamos house, the pompous president had been the most casual when it came to degrading the bro bunny, barely acknowledging me or my slut skills. But when he had trained my butthole like an asspert, he had been merciless. So, I didn’t expect him to cut me any slack this time. Not at all!

 

To my surprise, however, the bad boy pulled the bottle back and pushed the butt plug out of my ass instead! That was unexpected but I wasn’t mad about it. Definitely not! As I breathed a sigh of relief, Colton took advantage of my open mouth, stuffing the toy through my lips. After unplugging my cocksocket he stored the ring pin in my cockholster. That made sense! In comparison, the side effect made less sense! I got to taste the full flavor of my ass. Oh jeez! So not necessary! Thanks, no thanks!

 

While I was struggling with the rancid taste, the dirtbag douche held the beer bottle in front of my face. The call was clear! I hesitated… I had severe doubts... I had no idea if this would work… but I was running out of time…

 

But then Tanman motivated me by telling me that it befits a bro bunny to complete the task in under five attempts. What a challenge! It lit a fire under my butt! At least, it was better than the alternative! And so, I held the bottle opener in my mouth while I tried to remove the crown cap. And I failed… and failed again! It took me several tries. What a surprise... not!

 

After four failed attempts, the bad boy grabbed my swollen snatchflaps and rolled them between his fingers. What a distraction! In response, my legs wobbled, and I became even more insecure! Damnit! This was the last thing I needed! After all, I was under a lot of pressure here. Time was of the essence! What if one of the guests left the living room to go to the bathroom? They’d see me in this compromising position! My reputation would be ruined… even more than it already was. Facts!

 

And yet, the super senior was as merciless as I remembered. Even though it took me twice as many tries, he wouldn’t stop massaging my fuck flaps. When I got to the eighth attempt, he started pulling on my piss flippers. He certainly remembered my weaknesses! And the treatment made me high-key aware of my butterfly wings. That was another distraction for my overstimulated brain and led to even more failures! In the end, I felt like the ditziest dummy when I reached the twelfth attempt. That was three times as many as expected. How incompetent!

 

But then I finally did it! The cap popped off the bottle with number 13. That must be my lucky number! It came as a huge surprise as I had gotten used to the epic fails. But it was a success nonetheless! I had learned another useful slut skill, and it left me hornier than ever. Promise!

 

And so, I went back to the living room with my head held high and my twat pounding faster than a fashionista storming the Loubi show for the next summer collection. But I got lucky! Nobody noticed the sweat on my brow or the creases in my blouse, because the get-together had moved to the balcony. In fact, Matt had fired up the grill. And of course, he didn’t want my help with that!

 

“Oh, Goldilocks! We’re talking ‘bout barbecue here. That's a job for real men. The barbie squad’s meeting in the kitchen.” He informed me.

 

Jesus! What a funny pun... not! But the decision was made. My laid-back landlord sent me to the kitchen to make a salad for the women aka some ‘hypocrite burgers for garden gobblers’ as he liked to call it. And clearly, I was the only barbie on the block, as I stood alone in the kitchen while the party continued on the balcony.

 

When I brought the salad to the barbecue, one woman nodded approvingly while the other took a hearty bite of her steak. The men, on the other hand, reacted very differently. Most paid me no attention, some scoffed at me, and two even laughed derisively. What a walk of shame!

 

Stupidly, I had forgotten my cutlery, so I had to return to the kitchen once again. As a precaution, I took my plate of salad with me. Who knew what the men would do with it. As a vegetarian, I didn't want steak in my bowl. Better safe than sorry!

 

Arriving in the kitchen, I was in for another surprise. Colton was waiting for me! He was in the process of switching from beer to cocktails, mixing himself a Cuba libre. As a result, I couldn't even help him as a bottle opener anymore. What a bummer!

 

And of course, I earned another derisive laugh when the dastardly dirtbag saw my salad. This hit different because it had a double effect! I winced while my cunt throbbed. This was cringe and appealing in equal measure! But I didn’t let it show, not in front of Mr. Indifferent! So, I put on a brave face while I pulled open the drawer to get my silverware. Promise!

 

But then it happened! All of a sudden, Tanman was standing behind me. I held my breath as I felt his presence. And the next moment, he reached around my shoulders and opened the top two buttons of my blouse. Oh jeez! My tremendous titties almost toppled out of the top. I had to stop this before it got out of hand! But I couldn’t reach for the buttons fast enough before the bad boy launched the next attack. And this time, he went straight for the holiest of holies, grabbing me by the pussy. Audacious but true!

 

In response, my legs began to wobble as the bad boy squeezed my snatch from behind. Staggering forward, I had to hold onto the edge of the counter while the evil bro kept the pressure up, sliding his fingers back and forth. Damn, what a vice grip! As if he was trying to squeeze every little drop of juice from my ripe peach! Shameless but true!

 

“C'mon, basic bitch! Show me how much you want it!” Colton demanded.

 

And with that, his hand was gone. Taking a step backwards, the dirty douche finished as quickly as he had started.

 

“C’mon, slut! Show me why you're called the buzzerfly barbie.” He commanded. “Grab your brat wings and present your greedy hole!”

 

Holy shit! What a name drop! Don’t even think about it, folks. It’s not going to become a thing. Never! After all, I’m not the brat in the fashion fam. That’s Holly for you!

 

And yet, the reference sent a shiver down my spine while an electric charge shot through my twat! That’s why I didn't hesitate, even though we were in the middle of a kiki. For the moment, the guests were forgotten, so I opened my legs and reached back. The dirtbag douche had already stretched out my snatchflaps in the hallway. No clue what else he had up his sleeve. I’d better not find out. So, I decided to play it safe and control the action myself. After all, it had a nice side effect. My attention to the house rules paid off. My new mani-pedi was perfect for the occasion as it was in tyrian purple. On fleek!

 

Anyway, I was only too happy to show off my fresh manicure to distract from my roasties. Grabbing both fuck flaps with the tips of my fake nails, I realized how swollen my piss flippers had become. It must have been a sick sight! And it encouraged me to pull them apart. Opening my beef curtain, I presented my pink cunt meat. And that amped shit up to an obscene sight. Safe!

 

Of course, I acted like a total prick-tease! And I promptly got my just deserts. Expecting the pompous prick to go for my pussy, I got caught off-guard. Grabbing the butt plug, he popped the cork. This time, though, he didn’t store the ring pin in the cockholster aka my mouth. Instead, he took full advantage of my boss fit. Remember the silver necklace with the heart pendant? It was made of two inverted hooks that left a little space where the dent would normally be. Taking the concept of the hook literally, the dirty douche hung the bottle opener on the heart. And with that, I had a plug pendant! I was actually wearing the butt plug around my neck. Un-fucking-believable!

 

My head was spinning as a question was nagging at my mind: What if a guest came into the kitchen? What if a neighbor saw my plug pendant? These were important questions with crucial consequences. But I got no time to think about it. Stepping close to me, Colton pushed two fingers into my pussy. I gasped as I struggled to remain calm. After all, I didn’t want to attract attention. But the dastardly dirtbag didn’t give a damn about the situation. Instead, he started ramming away like crazy. All restraint was gone! In response, I bit my lips but moaned along anyway. All the while, I desperately held on to my fuck flaps while my legs turned to jelly. Consequently, I was getting dangerously close to falling to the floor. No kidding!

 

But Mr. Indifferent still had a hand free, and he knew exactly how to use it. Grabbing the collar of my blouse, he held me steady. Thanks for that! But I still couldn’t relax because my breath caught in my throat. I noticed the super senior slowly pushing me down. As a result, I was bending deeper and deeper over the counter. I wanted to brace myself, but I didn't dare let go of my butterfly wings. And so, I groaned as my face landed in my salad. The humiliation was huge! But the disgust was bigger! Promise!

 

I’m not going to lie, I was so appalled that I lifted my head out of the bowl. And Tanman dunked it straight back into the salad. The son of a bitch! But at least, he had a reason for his overbearing behavior. It was the only way to muffle my moans. Stupid is as stupid does! And that goes double for a cotton-candy-brained bimbo. Safe!

 

Despite his assistance, the fratboy disliked my disobedience. And so, I suddenly heard a smacking sound. The dirtbag douche pulled his fingers out of my soaking snatch! And I couldn't help but sigh into the salad. I was so disappointed! After all, I needed more! I needed release!

 

“You want more where that came from?” Colton had noticed my horniness. “Then you gotta earn it, buzzerfly barbie!”

 

“You love salad?” He stated the obvious. “Then I got something for you. Toss my salad!”

 

Um… that was an odd thing to say, wasn’t it? But it became even weirder! The pompous prick grabbed my socialite pony and pulled my head out of the salad bowl. Not a second to soon if you ask me! But then he turned me around and pushed me down until I was sitting with my ass on the floor and my back against the counter. Weird flex, but OK!

 

At least, I didn’t have to strain my brain for too long because the explanation followed swiftly. While tugging on my ponytail, the evil bro opened his belt and dropped his pants. In one swift motion, he turned around. And then he took a step back. Fucking shit! He walked straight towards me. As I sat on the floor, his naked ass was heading straight for my face. And it was getting closer and closer. I wanted to scream! But I didn’t say a word because I couldn’t risk attracting attention. I wanted to put my hands in front of my face to protect myself. But I didn't do that either because I was too shocked. Period!

 

And so, I found myself in the most absurd situation ever. I was at an official get-together, and yet I was sitting on the kitchen floor with a naked ass pressed into my face. With the back of my head resting against the counter, there was no way out. His butt was like a pillow crushing my face... a smelly, hairy pillow to be precise! This was totally grotesque!

 

“You like frilly, ruffled stuff? Eat my asshole then, stupid slut!” The dirty douche exclaimed. “That’s the only way a bro bunny should eat salad.”

 

Holy fuck! The image of a sphincter popped into my mind, and I couldn’t deny the resemblance to a cabbage head. Even if the comparison was on point, it was still fucking nasty. As if Colton was interested in discussing analogies! Instead, he kept pressing his butt against my face. Reaching back, he grabbed my blonde hair and moved my head up and down, so my nose slid through his ass crack and the pungent smell reached my nostrils. Jesus! That’s a yikes!

 

And my body reacted accordingly. A shudder surged through me, so intense that my arms shot up into the air. But despite my hysteria, Tanman had a point! I wasn’t here to debate, I was here to serve as the whorestess and I didn't want to show the alumni in a bad light. After all, they had given me shelter. What a realization! It motivated me to show the Yamos president why I was the boss bunny. This wasn’t the first ass I had eaten, and I was determined to make a snack out of this bad boy butt. After all, it was much firmer and perkier than the old men keisters I had rimmed in the locker room. Safe!

 

Pulling myself together, I needed no more instructions, I knew what I was doing. Putting my hands on Colton’s butt cheeks, I spread them open and dug in. Sticking my tongue out, I slid it along his ass crack until I literally reached that cabbage head. And then I tongued the sphincter. It felt disgusting and tasted even nastier. But I was hell-bent on proving my worth, especially after being demoted to a measly maid and sent to the kitchen. Bet!

 

Apparently, I did a hell of a job! At least, it convinced the dirty douche enough to let go of my head, so I could do my own thing. This encouraged me to literally munch on the butthole. And I did so with gusto. I even started alternating between lapping the ass crack and twirling my tongue around the sphincter. But you know the most revealing part of the situation? Without realizing it, I had spread my legs open. As a result, my leather skirt had ridden up and my pussy was exposed. Horny as ever, my hand had magically found its way between my legs and was playing with my clit. That tells you all you need to know about my mindset, doesn’t it, folks?

 

Anyway, I didn’t get to pleasure myself for long. Obviously, this wasn’t part of Colton's plan, because he quickly slapped my hand away. But I immediately found an alternate use for it, grabbing his cock with my right hand and his balls with my left. The dick was rock hard already! And so, I began to jerk his shaft while I tickled the nuts with the tips of my purple fingernails. The prospect of making the pompous prick cum with nothing more than a rimjob was a huge motivator. Swear to god!

 

And it worked! The dastardly dirtbag must have been on the verge of cumming because he suddenly reacted. Pulling my head out of his ass, he stepped forward and looked back at me. Unexpected, but OK!

 

“C’mon, bro bunny! Take that green stuff n follow me.” He told me tersely.

 

And with that, the fratster led me to the other end of the kitchen. I dutifully followed him with the salad bowl in my hand and the plug pendant dangling off my neck. The sight must have been ludicrous! If any of my neighbors saw me like that, they’d take me for a total ass clown. Facts!

 

And yet, it was worth the walk because it got us further away from the balcony and out of earshot. But then the pompous prick opened the door to the pantry and pointed to the floor. That was the moment when I froze on the spot! There was a dog bowl! I had never seen it before because there were no pets in the condo. Apparently, though, a doggy pet had lived in the alumni apartment before the pretty pet aka me. Gulp!

 

Anyway, Colton's gesture was clear. He pointed his finger at my salad and then at the bowl. My reaction was just as clear. I stared at him in disbelief and then my jaw dropped. Several times, I started to say something, but each time the throbbing in my twat silenced my protest. This was outrageous! At the same time, though, it was super fresh and ultra-creative, which made it a heck of a thrill. Period!

 

In the end, my lust made me do it! And my pussy loved me for it. I was too dickdrunk for my consciousness to penetrate my dickdaze, so the resistance was short-lived. Anything else would have been embarrassing for a dickdumb dolly anyway, don’t you agree, folks?

 

And so, I started giggling as I dumped the salad into the dog bowl. It looked so nasty, but it felt even more wicked! Since hesitation is for the squeamish, I immediately knelt down. Actually, I was low-key afraid I’d slip on a puddle of pussy juice. That’s how much my cunt was leaking! And with that, I knelt on the floor while my butt plug dangled from my heart pendant. My head was in the pantry and my ass in the kitchen. My face was in the dog bowl and my apple bottom high in the air. Meanwhile, my fingers pulled open my brat wings to present my pink pussy. Definitely, a sight to behold!

 

Without further ado, Tanman positioned himself over my extended ass and drilled his cock into my pussy from above. All I could do was let out a guttural grunt as my face was driven into the dog bowl. He rammed down like a jackhammer, and his big-ass boner was welcomed with a smacking sound. Remember Colton’s colossus? His beef brick was so thick that it had a magnetic effect on me. Last time, the mere sight had sent me into a dicktrance. And this time was no different. Swear to god!

 

As a result, my moan almost caught in my throat as I felt his massive shaft stretching my little snatch. With his 7" girth, it felt like he was shoving a baseball bat up my cunt. Luckily, I was so wet that my vag muscle hardly put up any resistance. Quite the opposite! My velvety sheath hugged the broadsword, and I felt every vein and ridge. Despite the tightness, the dirty douche was anything but gentle! Literally like a chain saw, he tore up my twat. And I loved every second of it. No kidding! 

 

My whole body trembled as I leaked fuckjuices all over the place. There was no denying that my orgasm was building up at a steady pace. My toes were already cramping! A brief touch to my clit would have worked wonders and made me cum on the spot. But I didn't dare take my hands off my swollen snatchflaps. After all, I pulled open my dangling drapes to give the dastardly dirtbag full access. The fact that I was helping him shred my slit was so vulgar that it totally turned me on. So, I lifted my head and began to accompany the stabbing with loud moaning. Promise!

 

But not for long! I only got to let out one groan. Then I suddenly felt the sole of a dirty shoe on the back of my head. Oh my god! The pompous prick used his foot to dunk my face back into the dog bowl! The disrespect was real! And it didn’t get any better. Even when my face was buried deep in the salad, he kept his foot on my head. As if he didn't trust me to stay in position. I was shaking with humiliation! And yet, I dutifully started eating my meal. Because duh! I’m a docile doll after all.

 

Whatever! There was only one thing that mattered and that was my climax. Despite the disrespect, my orgasm was unstoppable! Based on my bucket list, however, I’d argue that the lack of respect was more of a driving factor than a stumbling block for my escalating excitement. But never mind my bimbo ramblings! Here’s the important info: my release was getting closer and closer...

 

…and then it was over! All of a sudden, Colton pulled his colossus out of my soaking snatch. In one swift motion, he dragged me up by my socialite pony. But he neither turned my head nor pointed his cock at me. Instead, his beef brick exploded all over the dog bowl! Hard to believe, but he dumped his sack sauce all over my salad, covering the greens with his thick, white dressing. Damnit!

 

---Whorestess says wham-bam-thank-you-mam ---

 Ditzy-the-Dummy knelt in the pantry. Every fiber in my body was firing as I danced on the edge. But the final trigger was missing. I didn’t get my release! Instead, I felt needier than ever! I was desperate for relief! But Colton didn’t give a damn about my feelings. Instead, he returned to the balcony with a Cuba libre in his hand. As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened in the kitchen. Unbelievable but true!

 

To be honest, it took me a while to get my shit together. Only then did I follow the fratboy outside. I was already halfway to the balcony when I stopped and frantically turned around. There was something wrong with my boss fit! That's right, folks! The butt plug was still attached to the heart pendant. What a heartstopper!

 

And so, I quickly ran back before a guest saw the kinky sextoy. Can you imagine, folks? I stood in the kitchen and fiddled with the necklace to get the butt plug off the hooks. It was driving me out of my mind! And with every second that passed, my fingers shook more and more with nervousness, so it took me twice as long. Even when I finally got the plug off, I wasn't done yet! Of course, I still had to pull up my tyrian leather skirt and bury the ring pin in my sinkhole. Only when everything was in its rightful place did I make my way back to the balcony. What a fucking rollercoaster!

 

With all the plugging action going on, I totally forgot about my tendrils. Even though they were disheveled, hardly anyone noticed. The men only had eyes for two things: my big-ass boobs bulging out the blouse and the lace stocking tops that kept peeking out from under my purple miniskirt. The women, on the other hand, barely deigned to look at me since my looks totally outclassed them, if not to say they were light years ahead of them. Period!

 

That’s why I ate my salad in silence. And yet, I sometimes grimaced when I had a particularly large dollop of dressing on my fork. In fact, the large amount of thick, white cream caught the attention of the other women, so they asked me about it. And of course, I had no suitable answer. Instead, I stammered something about using too much tzatziki. Silly but effective!

 

In the meantime, everyone had finished eating, so the barbecue was officially over. As it started to get dark, the guests returned to the living room where everyone had another drink. And after that, our neighbors slowly began to say their goodbyes. The kiki was as good as over. And you know what that means, folks!

 

One more moment and I’d be alone with Matt. Shit was about to go down! And hopefully, it would include a proper dickdown. I was so excited, I could hardly wait! My body craved sex. My pussy needed a banging. After the ruined orgasm in the kitchen, I was seriously horned up. No doubt about it!

 

But then my mean manager informed me that he had to leave as soon as possible to catch his flight. Oh no! That hit me hard! I had never experienced a bigger letdown! He couldn’t just leave me hanging like that! After all the effort, a quickie was the least he could do. I had been an excellent whorestess, so I deserved a wham-bam-thank-you-mam. But apparently, a stupid flight was more important than a silly subslut. So unfair! My disappointment was on another level. And it showed! I couldn’t hide my pout because it was massive. Definitely so!

 

“What a boneaholic barbie! Can’t get enough cock, huh?” Matt somewhat scolded me.

 

“Get in position!” He gave me an unmistakable command. “You show me you’re a docile doll, I might have a moment to spare for the dumb hoe. Maybe… maybe not… we’ll see!”

 

And with that said, the machofucker walked out of the living room. I couldn’t believe it! Instead of paying me my well-deserved attention, he focused on the last guests, escorting them to the door to see them off. And so, I stood alone in the living room, hearing the neighbors talking in the hallway. I knew what I had to do and there was no question if I’d do it or not. Of course, I would. Because duh! I was way too greedy to pass up an opportunity like this. Bet!

 

And so, I rushed over to the sofa. There was an ottoman right in front of the couch, which was Matt’s favorite piece of furniture. So, I knew where he wanted to find his house pussy. No sooner said than done, I positioned my toned tummy over the ottoman, so my head and booty were sticking out on each side. Playing it extra safe, I pulled my tyrian leather skirt up to my hips to expose my buns of steel. Hard to believe, but I presented my bare butt and soaking snatch to the door without seeing what was happening behind me. Dangerous but exciting!

 

Anyway, I could still hear the guests bidding goodbye in the hallway. So, I was safe… for the moment. But what if a neighbor had forgotten something in the living room? At any second, someone could come back. And that person would see me completely exposed! I was totally at their mercy! And that alone was an insane turn-on. This was literally a home run for my exhibitionism. Facts!

 

And so, I waited, my heart dancing wilder than a fashionista at an after-show party trying to catch a celebrity's eye. Finally, I heard footsteps behind me, and my heart leapt with anticipation. At last! The endless wait had driven me mad. Someone was entering the living room! I wanted to turn my head to see if it was Matt or someone else! Every fiber of my body urged me to do so, but I held back. My mission was clear! And so, I did the opposite, arching my back until my fabulous funbags dangled from my chest and my buns of steel stuck up in the air. Better safe than sorry!

 

But then I flinched like a fashionista who had been told that the after-show party had been cancelled. A second later, I stiffened and held my breath. A hand was on my apple bottom! And it slowly slid over my ass cheeks! The calluses told me that it was a man's hand. But was it my landlord? I couldn’t tell! Instead, I remained totally still. The hand pinched my buns… and my clit throbbed in response. The hand kneaded my buttocks... and my pussy twitched in unison. Whoever it was, he knew how to treat a woman and I didn’t want him to stop. Definitely not!

 

“So what you think?” I heard Matt's voice. “Told you, this is prime meat! Not just tits-n-ass but a total fuckdoll package.”

 

And with that, relief flooded through me when I realized that it was my skeevy supervisor. That was a near miss!

 

“No need to go soft on the bitch! The stupid slut digs getting used as a fucktoy.” I heard the mean mofo hand out an invitation.

 

Hold on a second! His voice wasn't coming from behind me. It came from somewhere across the room. What a shocker! I froze on the spot! The greedy paw on my ass wasn’t Matt’s hand! And so, I frantically looked around the room until I saw the machofucker standing by the kitchen. He was staring back at me with a shit-eating grin. And that chilled my spine! Panic gripped me and I couldn’t hold it together any longer. Looking over my shoulder, my jaw dropped. It was Steve! The neighbor from the first floor aka the news reporter. No kidding!

 

Holy hell! It wasn’t long ago that I had talked to him about ethics in journalism, and now he was groping my ass. This couldn’t be true! I couldn’t fathom it! Worse than that, however, was the realization that I had just become the official bimbo on the block. No need to kid ourselves, the rumors would spread faster than wildfire. My reputation in the neighborhood was ruined. No doubt about it! And so, there was only one right reaction. I had to fight back. I had to protest. Promise!

 

“Don't worry, ditzy!” Matt reassured me. “He's in the lifestyle! He n his wife, they’re pineapples, you know, swingers n all that!”

 

“He knows how to evaluate talent. He’s done it before!” The jerkface explained to me. “He’s known as a good judge of character. He can tell if you got what it takes to be a good subslut. Don’t you wanna know?”

 

Oh my god! What the hell was that? As if we didn't know the result! Who did he take me for? I wasn’t a first-time floozy. Not at all! With my bucket list complete, I didn’t have anything left to prove. Absolutely nothing!

 

And yet, my feelings were torn. On the one hand, it was unlikely that Steve would gossip about this whole thing in the neighborhood, which had a calming effect on me. On the other hand, he was going to test my slut skills, which was as presumptuous as it was disrespectful. Bet!

 

“Oh, Chesty! Don't look so grumpy! You're not the first n you're not gonna be the last to get tested! Sure as shit!” The machofucker mocked my pouting.

 

“Man, you remember Vanessa! That ginger gash?” He suddenly turned to the journo, obviously reminiscing about days gone by. “That was a flame-haired fuckslut if I ever saw one! I tell you this blondie bitch here, she’s gonna be way more pliable than that firecracker. You betcha!”

 

“Oh yeah, Vanessa! That was helluva vapid vamp!” Steve replied with a reminiscent smile. “Too bad that dalliance was short-lived n ended tragically!”

 

“But damn! You don't find hardcore hussies like that very often!” He set the bar high.

 

Holy shit! The guys were talking about some other chick while I was naked in front of them. The cheek! But not only that, they were also raving about this bitch as if she were a superior slut to me! Can you imagine, folks?  That’s an absolute no-go! I was ready to jump up and slap the hubris out of their smug faces! The audacity was beyond belief! This newshack definitely rivaled my landlord in arrogance. More so, he surpassed my manager in conceitedness… if that was even possible.

 

Whatever! Back to topic: I was here to be the center of attention because I deserved all the smoke! Obviously, though, the stuck-up suckers hadn’t gotten the message, so I had to take action. If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself, don’t you? So, I started wiggling my butt extra enticingly. Bent over the ottoman, however, that was easier said than done. But I didn't let that awkward position stop me! Despite these initial difficulties, I did everything I could to attract the spotlight. After all, I was the biggest belle on the block, not some fucking firecrotch fury. Bet!

 

“Nice butt plug!” Steve finally turned his attention to me. “At least, the sub knows what she’s good for. That's a start!”

 

Oh wow! What a fucking snob! You could literally cut his smugness with a knife. Luckily, my skeevy supervisor stood up for me and supported me. After all, it was the least he could do, right?

 

“Oh, that's nothing yet! Don't let that innocent smile fool you, she's a freak.” Matt sang my praises… sorta.

 

“She’s a special kinda bitch. Stupid as shit but thirsty for filth.” He went ahead and immediately ruined the good impression. “The dumb hoe got a whole bucket list of kinks n she tried every single one. You betcha!”

 

Oh jeez! Too much information! Our neighbor didn’t need to know all that. Definitely not! And so, I gave my loathsome landlord a meaningful look. The jerkface had better get his act together. Didn't he have a plane to catch?

 

“Get this, man! Chesty actually thinks there are three fetish factors making her cream like a dairy farm.” The machofucker continued ignoring my scowls. “I mean, she can barely put 1 n 1 together, but when it comes to sex, she gets all clinical. Hehehe!”

 

Oh god! I began to realize that this thing was inevitable. It was going to happen one way or another. So, I'd better help get it over with as soon as possible, right?

 

“Now, I’m curious!” The raunchy reporter started showing interest. “Three kinks? That’s a lot! Especially for a skipper like goldie here. What's it supposed to be?”

 

And with that, the journo walked over to the couch, sitting down right next to me. He even leaned forward to get a better look at my booty. Oh yeah! Feast your eyes on my apple bottom, you smug fuck! You won't see such a hot piece of ass again any time soon. Safe!

 

You see, folks, I had gained the guys’ full attention. That was the first step on the road to success! Next, I had to prove that three kinks weren’t too much for me. I may be a big-titted blondie, but I wasn't easily overwhelmed with sex stuff. Definitely not! And yet, it annoyed the hell out of me that the sniffy snob called me skipper. Wasn’t that barbie’s little sister? What a smug fuck! He still took me for a tart-in-training and not a seasoned subslut. The cheek!

 

“Oh, that’s easy, man! The first one’s as clear as the fact that she’s a dumbass ditz. It’s objectification!” Matt could hardly wait to announce it. “Put the slut in the corner like a display dummy n you can play her like a fiddle, if you know what I mean.”

 

“Yeah, that’s truly obvious.” The snobby scribe seemed disappointed. “Didn't you call her Ditzy-the-Dummy? Pretty heavy-handed.”

 

Oh no! What a twist! I didn't see that coming. This was going in a completely wrong direction! Steve seemed to be losing interest. He was already leaning back on the sofa, starting to relax. But then, out of the blue, a shiver ran down my spine. The nasty neighbor couldn't be serious about his next move. No way!

 

Hard to believe, but he put his feet up on my back. You read that right, folks! He used me as a footstool. Unbelievable but true! Apparently, I wasn't even an object like a display dummy or rubber doll to the smug fuck. My bomb-ass boobs and buns of steel didn't seem to count. To him, I was just a piece of furniture. The debasement was insane! And the objectification had never been bigger!

 

“Well, let’s see if your pliable house pet lives up to the promise.” The journo said, clearly doubting my abilities.

 

Holy heavens! The randy reporter was using me as a footrest. This wasn’t rocket science! I should be able to manage that. The arrogance almost made me snort with rage! Let me tell you, folks, I was so upset that I almost reared up and threw his feet off my back. But wait! I wasn't here as a wild pony. That's Holly for you! I was here as a submissive service slut. That’s the real me!

 

Anyway, it never got that far. I had reckoned without the host. Like literally! Of course, Matt wasn't going to let me off that easy. In a way, it seemed like Steve was something of a mentor to him. Oh gawd! A macho mentor if you will. So sick but so real! And therefore, it was only logical that the mean mofo wanted to impress the older Dom. Facts!

 

For this reason, my languid landlord stepped behind me. Next thing I knew, I was moaning like a maniac. The jerkface pressed his finger against my clit and worked it with circling motions. Oh jeez! He knew exactly how to treat my pleasure pearl, driving me wild with every touch. Fucking shit!

 

And only after a while did I realize the consequences. Matt made my pussy pound faster than a fashionista's heart when she gets a new LV bag as a gift. But on top of that, he also made my body thrash around more than a drunk guy after a one-night stand when he sees the broad without makeup for the first time. And with that, the danger was real! I was on the verge of actually throwing off Steve's feet. But unintentionally! So much for an easy task. Damnit!

 

Oh my god! My lazy landlord was anything but laid-back. With unprecedented aggressiveness, he kept fingering my clit, giving it a major workout. And the results were clear to see! I tried to hold on to the ottoman but to no avail. Quite the opposite! My clinginess almost made the stool fall over and me with it. So, I let go. As a result, my arms flailed wilder than a startled chicken flapping its wings. Meanwhile, my feet kicked fiercer than a cat doing bunny kicks on speed.

 

My back twitched and jerked... back and forth... up and down... like stormy waters. Steve's feet slipped and slithered... back and forth... to and fro... like two rafts on a rough sea. It was getting close… too close! And I'm not just talking about my epic fail! I'm also talking about my epic orgasm. There was too much excitement! First the get-together, now the subbie evaluation. It made me climb the mountain of joy extra fast, so I’d reach the peak any moment. Bet!

 

And then it stopped! I grunted when the finger was gone. Oh no! He couldn't do that to me. Not now! The son of a bitch! But then I got it. The nasty neighbor wanted to make a point. And I was the object of the demonstration… object being the operative word. Even if I understood it, I didn’t have to like it, though, did I?

 

Whatever! There was something good about the abrupt ending. I could still feel Steve's feet on my back. More than that, I could feel his dirty shoes on my bare skin. Can you believe it, folks? He hadn't even had the decency to take his shoes off. What a scumbag! But I guess that was to be expected when you only have a volatile vessel at your disposal. I had bragged so much about objectification being my number one kink. And I almost failed the first test. How embarrassing!

 

“Well, I say we'll let that pass… for now.” The journo was anything but impressed with my performance. “After all, there are two more kinks to go.”

 

“Skipper’s gotta shine, tho!” He stated unequivocally. “Otherwise, she's just another basic blondie wasting my living time.”

 

Holy moly! The snobby scribe couldn’t have been more charming…. not! Once again, he rubbed it in that he didn’t consider me a skilled subslut. The difference to our previous conversation about ethical standards couldn’t have been any greater. What a two-faced motherfucker!

 

---Boneaholic barbie is in the doghouse---

The cultured neighbor had turned out to be a smug fuck. And yet, his words didn't miss their mark. More than ever, I realized that I was under scrutiny here. This felt like a test to see if I’d be accepted into an official subslut stable. So far, Matt and I were still in a situationship and the cocky player had made no move to change that. Actually, I didn't feel like he was ready for more commitment. At the same time, Chet and Ray were still in the mix. They had actively supported me and helped me out during my bucket list sexventures, something I had sorely missed with my laid-back landlord. And yet, this felt like the next step…. sorta.

 

“All right, what’s the second kink then?” Steve asked, sighing in boredom.

 

Oh, fuck me! The snobby scribe acted like this whole thing was taking far too long. As if I were stealing his precious time! Matt's reaction, on the other hand, was completely different. He was totally exuberant! In all honesty, I had never seen him so fervent. It was crystal clear that he was proud to show off his premium house pet. And I must admit that his enthusiasm was infectious. He was finally showing a different side to his personality. No more lazy slacker but a passionate player. That development was fire! And that’s why I didn't want to disappoint him. Quite the opposite! I wanted more of this hot-blooded hypebeast, wherever it came from. Period!

 

“Oh, that one’s obvious, man! It’s exhibitionism, of course.” The machofucker exclaimed.

 

“Ah, I see! Not that hard to guess. But nothing special really, rather common with blank blondies.” Steve kept up his high and mighty attitude. “But pliable pets need to be on a different level.”

 

“At least, skipper seems to be a natural nudie. That’s a start!” The raunchy reporter stated matter-of-factly. “I bet our goldie didn't even realize she was shoving her nipples in everybody's faces.”

 

Um… excuse me? I did what? This couldn’t be true! I didn’t do that. Definitely not! And so, I looked at the sniffy snob with a mixture of astonishment and indignation.

 

“Yes, you heard that right, skippy!” Steve responded to my stare. “Not even you are stupid enough to think nobody noticed what you did in the kitchen. There are people who gotta go to the bathroom.”

 

“Gotta say, tho, you look good on all fours with your face in a dog bowl.” The snobby scribe praised me… sorta. “Know what? I got a doghouse in the garden. You'd love it, dolly bird.”

 

“Never mind! You forgot to button your blouse after your service in the kitchen.” He continued unperturbed. “Yeah, exactly! It wasn't just your stocking tops that were showing. Everyone could see into your cleavage. We all saw your nipples from the side. And believe me, all the men looked closely.”

 

Holy shit! This couldn't be real! No way! Thinking about it, though, I realized that Steve might be on to something after all. I couldn’t deny that I had totally forgotten to button up my blouse again. And I oops! That sucked balls! And as if that weren’t enough, the two-faced motherfucker was right about another thing. Just the thought that the neighbors had seen my nipples made me hornier than 10 nerds at an amateur bukkake. Fuck me sideways!

 

And then I screamed! It had happened again! Goddamnit! I had pushed my hand between my legs and started playing with my cunt while thinking about the neighbors’ leering looks. And I had done it completely unconsciously! But of course, Steve was having none of this unruly selfishness, so he slapped my hand away extra harshly. Oh gosh! This was becoming a running theme, wasn’t it?

 

“As I said, natural nudie!” The journo concluded. “You can't have this petulant pet mingling with people without her trying to strip off her clothes after a second.”

 

“As you can see, she gets off on it, even long after the fact.” He stated with a nod to the hand between my legs. “Gotta keep a short leash on your golden retrievwhore.”

 

Holy hell! Did he just name me after a dog breed? This was unreal! The objectification was insane!

 

“The bitch could make a good stripper if you ever need to find her a job, that is.” Steve had a promising idea for Matt… not.

 

Holy heavens! Did he just call me a future stripper? For fuck’s sake! I was a co-ed. I was making a name for myself in the fashion world. No way, a job as a stripper was anywhere on the horizon for me. Never, ever!

 

“Okay then!” The sniffy snob suddenly got all hands-on. “Let's find out how much exhibitionism the sub’s really got to offer.”

 

“Remember that doghouse I was talking about?” He finally addressed me directly. “I left a pet toy in there.”

 

“Go n get it, skippy.” He urged me in no uncertain terms. “You wanna be the premium house pet? You gotta earn it!”

 

Oh my god! The request was unmistakable. Despite the dickdaze clouding my mind, I understood it right away. But it still didn't get me moving. Quite the opposite! I practically lay rooted to the ottoman, staring open-mouthed at the snobby scribe. That was too literal! It was too dirty. Period!

 

But it was the thing to do if I wanted to complete this initiation, or whatever this was, successfully. And so, I eventually managed to avert my distraught gaze, looking from Steve to Matt. The expression on my landlord’s face was more expectant than I had ever seen before. And that was the decisive factor that got me going. I only managed to move in slow motion, but I pulled myself together and got off the stool. Straight-up!

 

“Hold on!” The journo stopped me when I started walking towards the door. “We won’t let you go outside like that. We got manners after all.”

 

And that was the glimmer of hope I needed. Stopping in my tracks, I looked at the randy reporter, my gaze full of optimism.

 

“Oh, skipper! You’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer, I give you that, but tell me have you ever heard of pets wearing clothes?” He destroyed any hint of hope. “Tho, I gotta say there are silly things like rain coats for dogs nowadays. Can you imagine?”

 

“It’s settled then.” He exclaimed when Matt only laughed in agreement. “You can keep the stockings n heels on. The rest stays with us.”

 

And with that, I once again found myself looking back and forth... from Steve to Matt... from Matt to Steve. My mouth was open, and my gaze was pleading. But the two men showed no reaction. After all, a deal’s a deal, right?

 

But then my hands started to shake. I hadn’t even realized it, but I was already unbuttoning my blouse. Damnit! I was truly a submissive service slut. No doubt about it! But still, my heart was beating as hard as a fashionista unpacking a box of the latest Loubs. Along with it, my big-ass boobs quaked so much that they almost ripped my blouse apart. And yet, I carried on. After all, this was more than a deal for me, it was a call of duty. Promise!

 

And so, I ended up standing in the middle of the living room, butt naked, except for my seamless black stockings with lace top band and my tyrian purple knee-high boots. In the meantime, Matt had joined Steve on the sofa. They paid no attention to me, drinking their whiskey and discussing the pros and cons of bourbon versus single malt. And all that despite the fact that our nasty neighbor could see me naked for the first time! The insolence was beyond words! And yet, I knew what I had to do. I’d only get their attention once I had proven myself to be a pliant pet. Fucking hell!

 

My legs swayed and my steps were unsteady. Since I couldn’t expect any further feedback from the Dom duo, I slowly started to move. My goodness! What I would have given for a tasteless joke about my fat funbags or my buns of steel. Dead honest!

 

“Hey, skippy, hold on a sec!” The raunchy reporter suddenly stopped me. “A golden retrievwhore needs to be on all fours. That goes without saying. When you’re on grass, you crawl. Gettit?”

 

Oh fuck! That wasn’t necessary. Not at all! But the reasoning was sound. A pet belonged on all fours, so I couldn’t really disagree. As if it were my place to agree or disagree with a man! I was their female piece of furniture to be used at their whims. It figures!

 

“Oh, don’t forget, dolly bird!” The sniffy snob had one more instruction. “When you're in the doghouse, you stay there till you've rubbed your gash to the edge.”

 

“Just so you understand, goldie, no orgasm, just edging.” The snobby scribe used extra small words for Ditzy-the-Dummy to get it.

 

And that made me pause again as I stared at the stuck-up suckers. They definitely knew how to shock me to the core. No way, I was going to do this! But then again, I was already naked and on my way. Mentally, I had already crossed the Rubicon, so there was no turning back. I knew it and judging by the grin on Steve's face, he knew it too. Jesus!

 

Everything that happened next seemed like a fever dream. I felt the door handle in my hand, I blinked like a deer in the headlights, blinded by the neon lights in the corridor. I got hot and cold as I remembered how I had stood naked in this hallway before. I expected to run down the stairs real quick, but I found myself going to each door. Putting my ear to it, I actually listened to see if the neighbors were still up. Everything blurred together! The only thing that was clear was the throbbing in my twat. Promise!

 

And then the blur disappeared! Opening the front door, I woke up! A second before I stepped outside, I saw them. Two couples were still standing in the street talking to each other. They hadn't gone home yet. And so, I froze! Behind me, the neon light was shining so bright that my silhouette was clearly visible. And with that, the danger became real. Jesus Christ!

 

Acting before thinking, I jumped behind a bush in the front yard. The memory of how I had ducked behind these bushes before made me cringe. Panting like a fashionista after a race to the bargain-bin table on Black Friday, I listened as I hid. The unexpected noise had startled the group, so they looked around but couldn't see anything. They were so close, I could almost reach around the bush and touch them! For this reason, I waited until I had my breathing under control again. But I knew I couldn't stay in this position forever, so I waited and waited some more.

 

Of course, I was as unlucky as ever. What a surprise… not! The two couples kept talking, showing no signs of leaving any time soon. There was no way around it, I had to act! Getting down on all fours, a shiver ran down my spine as I felt the cold grass and muddy ground on my hands. Nevertheless, I got moving. Trying my best to stay in the dark, I crawled around the corner and along the side wall. At any moment, I expected the guests to call my name. I’d die on the spot. Safe!

 

But I made it nonetheless! Against all odds, I got out of the couples’ sight. Believe me, I sighed deeper than ever. My relief was indescribable! But that was just the beginning! There was still a long way to go. Kneeling at the corner of the house, I saw the garden right in front of me. For fuck’s sake! It was bathed in a dim light from several garden lamps. There was hardly a dark spot. So, I had to zigzag across the grass to avoid the lights, which made the walk that much longer! To make matters worse, the doghouse was in the far corner of the garden, so I had to crawl across the whole lawn. Anything else would have been boring... not!

 

Fast as fuck, I covered half the distance. At least, I couldn't see any light in the windows, so I was on the safe side. But then I froze! I heard a loud whistle! Oh shit! Where was that coming from? I wanted to sink into the ground, but of course I couldn't do it. So, I forced myself to look towards the condo building. I couldn't see anything on the first floor. Everything was dark on the second floor, too. But wait! There was something moving! So, I looked closer. And then I recognized it! Matt and Steve were standing on the balcony looking out into the garden. They could see me through the dim lights while they stayed in the dark. Jesus fucking Christ!

 

Spectators! That's what I needed… not! Under the watchful eyes of the Dom duo, I couldn't afford to make a mistake. I had to do everything by the books. No shortcuts possible! Otherwise, I’d never get the recognition I deserved. And I wanted nothing more! I wouldn't go to sleep without having earned the label of ‘prime house pet’. Promise!

 

And so, I started again. Slowly at first and then faster and faster. One paw in front of the other... right knee… right hand... left knee... left hand… and so on. As I crawled the rest of the way, I stared up at the balcony to make sure that the stuck-up suckers were happy with my performance. I couldn't bear another fail. No way!

 

As a result, it took me twice as long to cover the remaining distance. Nevertheless, I hesitated when I finally knelt in front of the doghouse. Through the dim light, I could see the kennel. It was old and shabby. The wood was peeling, and the splinters were begging gravity to finish them off. Worse than that, however, was the stench! The wet dog smell was unmistakable. And the closer I got, the greater the stink became. It must have been unbearable inside. Bet!

 

“You think you got a better view from the terrace? We should go to the neighbors n watch from there.” I heard Steve's voice from the balcony.

 

Holy shit! They couldn’t! They wouldn’t, right? There was no way, the Dom duo were going to do that, was there? The very idea sent me into a panic. And so, I finally moved forward. Believe it or not, but I actually did it! I stuck my head into the doghouse. The stench hit me like a fist to the face. I flinched fierce as fuck! Every fiber of my body strained, so I had to summon all my willpower not to turn around on the spot. Swear to god!

 

In case you missed it, folks, my head was the only part that fit in the doghouse. So, I was practically trapped with my ass sticking out in the open. My face turned beet red imagining the neighbors seeing me like this. The embarrassment would kill me! But it wasn’t just a humiliating position! It also made my job harder because I couldn't use my hands to find the fucking toy.

 

Holy hell! There was only one solution. I had to grab it with my mouth! This was unreal! And yet, I immediately started to move my head. Snatching at every corner, my cheek scratched across the coarse blanket. It was wet and smelled so bad that I had to retch. The embarrassment was level infinity! I was sure my ass was burning with shame, turning as red as my face. Guaranteed!

 

But then I finally found the toy. Believe it or not, it was a plastic bone! What a lovely gift… not! It was nasty as hell! More than that, it was vicious as fuck, because the bone barely fit in my mouth. Several times, I had to reach for the toy before I finally got a firm grip on it. And to make it even more degrading, the bone squeaked whenever it got squeezed. Oh fuck! The squeaking sound filled the garden. It must have been loud enough for the stuck-up suckers to hear it. Mind-boggling but true!

 

And then I realized it! The whole time, my hand was between my legs. I was literally strumming my clit like it was a cello and I was a member of a symphony orchestra. For crying out loud! I thrashed around so wildly that the bone almost fell out of my mouth. My pussy throbbed as if it were a high-speed train on the tracks. Promise!

 

Let me tell you, the orgasm was within reach! And it was approaching at top speed. I only needed one or two more strums. I didn't want to stop. But I had to! I wanted to cum so badly. But I wasn't allowed to! It took all my strength to pull my hand away from my clit. And a second later, I literally howled like a herd of huskies as my pussy screamed for release. Facts!

 

Needless to say, my whole body was tense in anticipation of the orgasm. My toes were cramped in my heels and my fingers were buried in the muddy ground. It took me a few moments before I could move again. And all this time, my head remained in the stinking doghouse. Damnit!

 

At long last, I got out of the kennel. Turning around, I crawled back through the garden, holding the plastic bone in my mouth as proud as a fashionista cast for a Victoria’s Secret runway show. If I had a tail, I’d be wagging it like a happy pet. But then I realized that Steve and Matt were no longer standing on the balcony. They hadn't even waited to see my success. They must have assumed I'd fail! The disrespect was extreme!

 

Nevertheless, I kept crawling forward. And out of a sudden, a light came on. Not in the alumni apartment, but on the first floor. Oh shit! It was a neighbor! It was Mason, the urban planner! What was I supposed to do? I was kneeling in the middle of the lawn, which was bathed in the light from the garden lamps. I was clearly visible and had nowhere to hide without making a noise. And yet, it never occurred to me to get up and run away. That’s how good a subslut I am!

 

And so, I knelt in the garden while staring into the lighted window. I could see Mason walking through the kitchen. Remember, I had talked to him about the renovation of our shopping mall during the kiki. That was until Matt had knocked me down a peg and made me out to be a dumb ditz. Ever since, he had lost his respect for me as a confident career woman. If he saw me naked with a plastic bone in my mouth, he’d never look at me as anything but a stupid slut again. For fuck's sake!

 

Totally spellbound, I stared into the window. I saw Mason walk over to the fridge and turn towards the garden. Any second, he’d be looking at me. I saw him tilt his head to drink. He was looking at the ceiling and not out of the window! Putting the bottle back, he returned to the bedroom. Praise my luck!

 

Oh wow! The neighbor hadn't seen me. I guess he was half asleep. Looks like I had escaped death once again, if only narrowly. But I must admit I was low-key disappointed. There was a blonde bombshell kneeling in his garden and he hadn't even seen her. What a loser!

 

Anyway, when the light went out again, I crawled on as quickly as a greyhound. Reaching the front of the house unscathed, I noticed that the two couples were no longer chatting in the street. They had obviously gone home and not a second too soon. So, I went straight on, up the stairs and into the alumni apartment. But wait! I didn't walk, I kept crawling. Although it wasn’t part of my job, I stayed on all fours until I reached the living room. The Dom duo was back on the sofa acting as casual as ever. So, I proudly placed the plastic bone on the floor at their feet. The job was done. Period!

 

---Silly skippy enters a world of denial ---

It had been a long journey to the kennel and back. In the meantime, a lot had changed in me, but also in the stuck-up suckers. Finally, a man took the initiative! I would have preferred it to be Matt. But instead of the lazy slacker, it was the snobby scribe. You can't have everything! At least, one man took the lead! That was all that mattered! And of course, our nasty neighbor didn’t miss the chance to pick up the dog bone. He juggled it in his hand while he walked around me, inspecting my kneeling body from all sides. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Like literally!

 

“It’s gotta be said, exhibitionism is a trigger for our silly skippy, indeed. It’s clear to see, it turns the golden retrievwhore into a bitch in heat!” Steve chuckled at his own analogy.

 

“The pussy’s so wet, you can see yourself reflected in it, like a fucking mirror.” He went one better with a mean metaphor. “Not every slut can do that. I say skippy deserves an award for it.”

 

And with that, the nasty newshack went over to the dining table to pick something up. In my position on all fours, however, I couldn't see it until it was too late. Stepping behind me, the randy reporter put it around my neck. Yeah, you read that right, folks! It was a dog collar with a leash. Fucking hell! Worse than that, it was a pink leather collar with a silver heart on the front and a silver chain leash attached to it. Fuck me sideways! On the one hand, I was proud that he recognized my achievement. On the other hand, the symbolism was brutal, especially in combination with the pink color. But then again, I wanted to be crowned the ‘prime house pet’ and this was the perfect sign of that, wasn’t it? After all, it was literally like a dog tag, duh!

 

But I didn't get much time to think about the long-term meaning. After all, Steve still had the plastic bone in his hand. But not for long! Suddenly, I shrieked. My arms and legs gave way, and I landed flat on the floor. Not only that! I jerked like a trout twitching on land. And for good reason! The smug fuck had pushed the bone into my cunt. Just like that, without any prior notice! Fortunately, my pussy was so wet that the toy slipped in without resistance. But now that it was completely inside, it filled me to the brim. After all, the butt plug was still stuck in my ass. There’s no other way to say it, I was stuffed!

 

The stretching of my snatch was so abrupt that it totally bowled me over. An ecstatic explosion of pleasure rippled through my body like rolling thunder. It was so intense that I started flailing my arms and kicking my legs. As if I were doing breaststrokes! The level of bliss blew my mind! All that was missing was a lightning of lust striking my clit to completely sweep me away and trigger my orgasm. Bet!

 

I can guarantee my silly dryland swimming looked ridiculous as hell! It definitely made the Dom duo laugh out loud. And the derisive laughter reminded me of my position as the house pet. But it also affected my behavior. I should have rubbed my clit to get me over the edge, but I kept rowing my arms as frantically as I could to keep the men entertained. I should have begged the stuck-up suckers to pinch my pleasure pearl, but I concentrated on moaning lustfully instead of babbling stupidly. After all, that's what a submissive service slut does, right?

 

And so, I was denied my well-deserved orgasm. Instead, I danced on the edge longer and harder than ever before. Truth be told, I felt like a witch on Walpurgis Night, riding her broom around the mountain peak without ever landing on top. Or in short, the need for relief was driving me nuts. Every fiber in my body screamed for release. Swear to god!

 

When I slowly came back to earth, the two guys had swapped places. Steve was sitting on the sofa and Matt was standing next to me. Grabbing the leash, he instantly put it to use. With a jerk, he pulled me onto all fours and led me to the corner of the L-shaped sectional sofa. Another jerk and I crawled onto the cushion. Grabbing my ankles, my languid landlord pushed me around until I was in the right position. As a result, I landed flat on my stomach with my head facing the corner. The machofucker spread my feet apart until each leg rested on a section. This left my ass hanging over the corner while my holes were wide open and easily accessible. My lovebox and my dirtring were practically served to the men on a silver platter. This must have been a wicked view! Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think this prone-bone position is the new doggystyle in porn. Word!

 

But wait! My holes weren’t open yet, because they were still stuffed with the dog bone and the butt plug. Remember, folks, the ring pin had a bottle opener at the base and that handle spread my buns wide apart. At the same time, the plastic bone was completely stuffed up my love channel, leaving just the tip sticking out. This must have been a sick sight!

 

“Three guesses what the last kink is.” Matt didn't pay any attention to me but preferred to banter with his macho mentor.

 

“Everything taboo, of course!” He finally solved the puzzle. “The bitch likes nasty shit. That’s certified! Even if she puts a gloss on it n calls it pushing social norms or whatever the fuck she’s babbling about!”

 

“That’s like putting lipstick on a pig, right?” The sniffy snob taunted me. “If she acts like a filthy fucktoy, looks like a filthy fucktoy n loves freaky shit like a filthy fucktoy, then you know the rest!”

 

Oh my god! What a brutal takedown! I would have liked to object because it was way too blunt. Unfortunately, though, the message was right. I'm not proud of it, but that's the kind of freak I am!

 

And with that, the times of double stuffing my holes were over. Grabbing the butt plug, Matt started to twist it. Luckily, he didn't just rip it out. Instead, he literally screwed it out like a bolt, just like his fratpal had screwed it in before. These sons of bitches!

 

Nevertheless, the effect was clear! My butt cheeks began to twitch as wildly as two off-balance washing machines on a fast spin. As I was almost doing splits on the sofa, my booty quaked fucking obscene. But at least, the guys weren't laughing at me. In fact, they didn’t say a word, which I interpreted as spellbound tension. They were too mesmerized to speak. And of course, Matt took full advantage of the situation. Turning the plug real slow, he made me twerk extra-long until my forehead was covered in sweat. When I slowly ran out of air, the mean mofo gave the final tug and the toy plopped out of my sphincter with a loud pop. Jesus! What a nasty noise!

 

But at least, I was no longer double stuffed. And yet, I barely got time to catch my breath. Instead, Matt let the tip of his dick smack against my slippery slit. That was enough to make splashing sounds. As if he were throwing a pebble into a lake! And so, it turned out, our nasty neighbor had been right with his comment about mirrors. Jesus Christ! What an embarrassing noise!

 

Whatever! The cocky player was only interested in my twat to wet his whistle anyway. Instead, he had another destination in mind, and he pursued it relentlessly. In one swift movement, Matt slid his cock between my spread buns and plunged it inside. Due to the butt plug, my anal ring was already pre-dilated. Not much, but enough to keep my sphincter from offering any resistance. Nonetheless, it was a savage stroke, brutal enough to tear my asshole open. Bet!

 

And so, my snug chute got stretched out by Matt’s macho meat. In contrast to his usual sloth style, this time he was highly driven. Apparently, he had something to prove. And real soon, I found out what it was. After entering my booty, the mean mofo didn’t become gentle. Quite the opposite! Ramming his rod down my ass pipe, he impaled my butthole all the way to the root. Swear to god!

 

And then it happened! When the machofucker penetrated my asshole, my whole body contracted. Every muscle tensed so much that I thought my fuckchannel would crush the dog bone. As my loathsome landlord buried his thick prick up my bunghole, however, his thighs slapped against my ass cheeks and my muscles relaxed. A wave of ecstasy swept through my body and the plastic bone shot out of my cunt. Believe it or not, but I was so wet that the thrust up my butt pushed the toy out of my pussy. As if my love canal were a waterslide! In fact, the bone didn’t just slip out, it flew through the air in a high arc. Jesus fucking Christ! What a comical sight!

 

But that wasn't the end of it. Quite the opposite! This was just the beginning! Aggressive as a heavy metal beat, my skeevy supervisor began to fuck my ass. He pulled his cock all the way out of my butt, only to plunge it back in balls deep. Each thrust was savage as sin and even more severe. But it totally hit the mark! Every time, the machofucker bottomed out in my booty, my cunt reacted by squirting out a jet of juices. Oh gawd! What a chain reaction!

 

Even Steve, the smug fuck, was amazed at the sight. I bet he had never seen a spectacle like that before. Dick in... squirt out... dick in... squirt out... it wasn’t a one-off thing, it happened with every mad jab up my mud flap. All I could do was moan along. And yet, it was more of an animalistic grunt because it was coming from the most primitive part of my brain. All other mental functions were switched off. There was only the prick and the pleasure it provided. As a result, I rode an endless wave of joy. But there was a problem! Although I was squirting like crazy, I had no orgasm. Hard to believe, but the savage strokes kept me from reaching my climax. Seriously!

 

To be more precise, it was like a pleasure scale. On one side was all the lust and passion and delight. On the other side was the sharp shredding of my shitter. In combination, it kept the scale in balance and prevented it from tipping towards pleasure. And that’s how I ended up squirting without cumming. Fuck my luck!

 

Apparently, it wasn’t just a slutty spectacle but also a silly show! In any case, the spout-and-pound attack made our nasty neighbor laugh. At the first squirt, he chuckled and then his laughter got louder and louder until he hollered and cheered, which was totally uncharacteristically for the sniffy snob. Bet!

 

For me, on the other hand, it started to become exhausting. As much as I loved the feeling of pure bliss, the constant squirting and butt banging was tiring me out. Plus, my need became greater every time I edged until I couldn’t bear it anymore. Safe!

 

The same was true for my mean manager. The powerful pounding took its toll. With every deep thrust, his thick prick slid all the way down my dirtpipe and his stiff shaft got squeezed by my snug canal. And so, his balls were soon boiling over. Straight-up!

 

At first, though, I was way too preoccupied with my own feelings to notice. But then I felt a cold breeze blowing through my ass shaft. Oh gawd! My bunghole must have gaped open like a wind tunnel. Right after the cold breeze, however, I felt something warm. Matt had jumped onto the sofa cushion, grabbed my leash, and pulled my head up. Just in time for his sack to explode! Truth be told, his cum was almost frothy. As if it had come straight out of a blender! He flung several fat robes of fuckrelish at me. And they landed in streaks on my face When his balls were empty, I literally looked like I was behind bars. As if it was a work of art he wanted to exhibit in the Louvre. No kidding!

 

As a result, there was so much spunk that I felt it heavy on my skin. As if I had applied too many layers of my hyaluronic facial cream! You could say I was plastered with pecker pudding! And yet, there was something else I felt stronger than the face mask. Without the cock splitting my shitter, my gaping gutterhole twitched like it was trying to squeeze the air. And along with it, my pussy pulsed in the same rhythm, longing for a hard cock. Definitely so!

 

“That was nice n all.” I suddenly heard Steve’s voice close by. “But you forgot something, silly skippy. Pets belong on the ground, not on the couch!”

 

And with that, I felt a tug on the leash. I managed to react just in time before the nasty newshack pulled me off the sofa and onto the floor. Although I made it safely off the cushion, I didn’t get to stay on all fours for long. Suddenly, my legs were pulled away and I shrieked as I took a nosedive. As soon as I was face down on the ground, Steve pulled my thighs apart. And so, I found myself in the prone-bone position again, lying flat on my stomach with my legs spread apart. There was only one difference: my big-ass boobs got squashed by the hardwood floor instead of snuggling up against the soft sofa cushion. Swear to god!

 

And then I got my wish. Barely in position, Steve was on top of me. I felt his weight pressing me against the hard floor. As a result, my fabulous funbags were bulging out on all sides, so much so that I feared my titty flesh would burst at any moment. But that’s the advantage of being a natural cutie: no silicone sacks that could blow up!

 

Never mind my bomb-ass bangers, my attention was quickly diverted. Without warning, the smug fuck sank his hard cock down my ass shaft. He only needed one deep thrust to bottom out as his pecker wasn’t distinguished by its length or girth. Nonetheless, I felt various veins along the shaft, literally like ridges. And the ribbing added a whole new sensation that was totally new to me. Dead honest!

 

Anyway, the snobby scribe didn't dwell on trivial things for long. Instead, he focused on the essentials. First, he made sure to keep his house pet in position by placing his feet against my ankles so I couldn't close my legs. Instead, he pulled them even further apart so Matt could see my open cunthole from the couch while my asshole was being stuffed. Oh gosh! I just hoped my lazy landlord wouldn't get a second wind. No way, I’d survive a second round today. Definitely not!

 

But then Matt was already forgotten again. Honestly, my mind went completely blank, so there was nothing but the feelings provided by the ribbed dick. And for good reason! Our nasty neighbor was hammering away like he wanted to nail me to the hardwood floor. In my prone-bone position, I was truly pinned down by cock. Every fiber of my body was tense, not a muscle moved. Only my tremendous titties scraped over the wooden flooring with every thrust, making me feel every speck of dust on my skin. But I didn’t mind! I was just a dickdumb dolly, a piece of meat with a snug chute he used to get off. Period!

 

Nevertheless, my spout-and-pound attack was over. Hard to believe, but I was no longer squirting. Instead, I felt a major orgasm brewing in my core. This was going to hit like a hydrogen bomb. The release would be epic! My pussy would erupt and squirt out a deluge that would flood the entire alumni apartment. Any moment, I was going nuclear. Any minute now... any second…

 

And then it was over! How could that be? The ribbed dick was gone! Not only that, but the whole guy was gone! This was unbelievable! No man had ever been able to resist my buns of steel before. And of course, it happened when I was just about to finally reach my long-awaited orgasm. Oh damn! I must have enjoyed it too much for the smug fuck’s taste. What a two-faced motherfucker!

 

I couldn't help it and pouted like a fashionista who didn’t get a new LV bag at the clearance sale. Looking around, I saw Steve sitting next to Matt as if nothing unusual had happened. That only fanned the flames of my anger! I wasn't going to let him get away with that. And so, I got up on all fours and crawled over to him.

 

“Anyone want more? I think the pitiful pet likes it on the floor.” Steve stated while he looked down at me with a sneer.

 

“I'm sure you know what a house pet does when it wants to play.” He gave me an implicit order.

 

Oh jeez! That comment left me confused. I reckoned a dog would wag its tail, but I couldn't offer that. Sorry, not sorry! But then I thought of something else. A dog would bring a toy to play fetch, right?

 

Damn it all! That was the last thing I wanted to do! And while I was still thinking about it, I was already looking around the living room for the plastic bone. When I spotted it in the corner, I ran over as fast as my four paws allow. On my way, I wiggled my booty as teasingly as if I were actually wagging my tail. For fuck's sake!

 

You know how I roll, folks! Once I’m locked in, I do things properly. Anything else would have been silly and unworthy of a true subslut. So, I picked up the bone with my mouth, carried it to the sofa, and dutifully placed it in front of Steve. Then I looked up at the journo with big eyes full of expectation. Oh gawd! And as if this weren’t enough, I almost stuck out my tongue and panted. Oh gosh!

 

Luckily, the snobby scribe didn't take the bone and threw it away, so I had to fetch it again. Once was definitely enough! Instead, he spread his legs into a manspread and pointed the tip of his dick in my direction. Precum oozed out of his cockhead and dribbled onto the floor in slimy ribbons. It looked nasty as hell! And still, I practically pounced on him. Bet!

 

And then I gave him the best blowjob ever! On my quest for release, I was so enthusiastic that I gobbled down his ribbed dick, humming on the shaft and twirling my tongue around the tip. Due to his average size, I was able to give him a decent throatjob right off the bat. And so, I rammed my head onto the veiny wiener until I felt his pubic hair tickling my nose. Jesus! This must have been a hell of a perverted pov for the smug fuck! My nobly manicured hands on his thighs… my pouty mouth fully impaled on his pink pecker… my rosy cheeks hollowed from the sucking… my blonde tendrils hanging down like garlands on either side of his dick … my face grimacing from the exertion… my choppy chokes echoing through the room. I tell you folks, that should be the definition of a resting bitchface!

 

As you can imagine, the deepthroating turned the whole thing into a slobbery suckjob. I gagged and spurted, I heaved and drooled. But I didn't stop! Instead, I began purring while blowing. And that turned my gagging from guttural to high-pitched. And it gave my hard work a sweet, but mostly silly vibe. Safe!

 

And all the while, our neighbor sat there unmoved, keeping a straight face. But then he pushed me away from his veiny wiener! Damnit! Don't tell me you didn't love it! That would be a lie! But instead, I saw him slide forward on the sofa and spread his legs real wide. The gesture was clear, and I followed without another thought.

 

Steve wanted me to lick his balls! And so, I followed his request. First, I ran my tyrian fingernails over his sack skin and gently tickled his balls with the tips. Throwing my socialite pony over my shoulder, I dove right in, teasing his nuts with the tip of my tongue before licking up and down his sweaty sack. The frizzy hair tickled me, but I didn't let it stop me. Instead, I took his balls into my mouth, one after the other, and practically gave each one a mouth bath. That’s how we do it in subbieland!

 

And again, the smug fuck showed no movement, not even a twitch of the upper lip. Instead, he pushed the silly subslut away after a while. As I recoiled, he lifted his legs placing them left and right on the couch. As a result, his ass was hanging over the edge of the sofa. The request was clear! I didn't like it, but again I acted without waiting. At that moment, the approval of the neighbor was the most important thing in my life. Swear to god!

 

Longing for acknowledgement, I placed my hands on Steve’s ass cheeks. The purple polish of my fingernails stood out against his creamy white skin. What a sick sight! The classy manicure against the flabby, untanned bottom. And yet, I spread the butt cheeks apart until the hairy ass crack became visible.

 

You know the saying, right? Never change a running system! So, I followed this motto to the letter. First, I ran my fingertip over his ass crack and gently tickled his skin with my tyrian nails. Once again, I threw my socialite pony over my shoulder before diving in. I hummed my lips as I pressed my mouth against his anal cleft. The feeling of salty sweat gave me goosebumps, but I kept going anyway! Even though I was shuddering like a fashionista wearing a cocktail dress in a rainstorm, I stuck my tongue out and twirled it around his wrinkled assring. No shit!

 

That did the trick! Out of the blue, Steve became hectic. He jumped off the sofa and positioned himself right in front of me. A second later, his cock erupted, and he blew a massive amount of man jam onto my face. There were several fat lumps that blasted out like a missile from a rocket launcher. The first cumshot splashed against my right eyebrow, the second hit me in the left eye. His third glob of goo landed on my right cheek and the last bomb of baby batter burst along my left jawline. What a zigzag line!

 

“See, skipper! That’s how you earn a reward…” Steve calmed down with surprising quickness. “…by stopping to think n doing what you’re told. You should always remember that.”

 

Um… what? Did I hear that right? The sniffy snob had said gift, hadn’t he? Apparently so! My suspicions were confirmed when the raunchy reporter put his foot in front of me. To be honest, this was pretty underwhelming after all the entertainment I had provided. But I took what I could get! Even without thinking, I recognized the gift. So, I got into a kneeling position and shuffled forward until my legs were to the left and right of his street shoe. Hello, old friends! Remember, folks, I was already well acquainted with the shoes, having served them as a footrest before. It felt like a lifetime ago! But at least, the shoes had found a new use. If that's not sustainability! And I liked it a million times better. Bet!

 

As you know, folks, my pussy is my most sacred place. That’s why I wasn’t exactly looking forward to turning my treasure trove into a basic rag to clean a dirty shoe. The feeling of degradation was insane! And still, I lowered myself onto the street shoe. Feeling the cold leather against my pubic mound chilled my spine. And my body began to twitch harder than hell. For real!

 

Despite my horniness, I needed a few moments to get going. Simply said, my disgust was too big! So, I first had to cope with the shivers rocking my body. It was only when Steve cleared his throat in a sign of indignation that I started to move. Grabbing my bomb-ass bouncers, I started rolling my nipples between my fingers. They were hard as diamonds! Excitement shot through me, and a wave of pleasure surged from my tits to my clit.

 

Just as the bolt of bliss exploded in my pleasure pearl, my hips began rolling. Back and forth, I slid my fuck flaps over the leather. It felt cold and slippery, but it didn't matter. My head was full of humiliation and disgust. And that drove my lust to new heights. My movements became more and more sweeping until I got to feel the laces. I grunted in shame when I realized that my folds had opened like a butterfly spreading its wings. As a result, my innermost pink got pressed against the rough and coarse laces. And that spurred me on to ride the shoe as if I was trying to win the Kentucky derby. No kidding!

 

And then it happened! The previous times, my orgasms had built up real slow and each time my climax had been ruined just before the eruption. This time was different! The sudden explosion of ecstasy was so intense that black spots sprayed into my vision. And then the whole earth shook as the climax ripped through me like a tornado. My mind blacked in and out in undulating waves until I lost any sense of time and place. I didn't even realize any details. All I knew was that I had entered a whole new universe of bliss. And the moment, I left it, I was already longing to return. Dead honest!

 

“About that kink…” Steve noted as I still bathed in the afterglow. “You have to say, skipper's a real butt slut whether she admits it or not. The whole squirting thing says it all.”

 

“But that's not the key to the slut’s secret.” He made me listen up. “Of course, silly skippy’s too stupid to realize it, even though it's right under her nose.”

 

“First n foremost, she's a denial slut. That's her main driving force!” The journo spoke like a professor of sexology. “Every ruined orgasm amps up her arousal till it escalates in a final peak. That eruption is the culmination of all the ruined orgasms. It got the force of all climaxes combined.”

 

“We've just seen it.” He presented his empirical data. “That should be proof enough.”

 

Oh my god! That sounded highly technical and super specific. And that's why Matt agreed with his macho mentor straight away. I, on the other hand, saw things a little differently. After all the extensive research I had done, it was absolutely impossible that I had missed such an important part. I'm not that stupid! But then again, it sounded very logical. Compared to that, I'm just a basic, blank bimbo! So, tell me, folks, who do you believe more?

 

“Of course, this doesn’t mean the other kinks have no significance.” Steve wasn’t done with his lecture. “They’re important factors that get our dolly bird going. Without them, there’s no ruined orgasm in the first place.”

 

“But anal? That’s not exactly the edgiest taboo out there, is it?” The sniffy snob stated unequivocally. “I’ve seen prim n proper prudes do sicker stuff.”

 

Oh jeez! Apparently, the randy reporter could never be satisfied. How about some praise for a change? But no! He always had to find something to gripe about. Son of a bitch!

 

---Denial doll is treated to a deep facial cleansing---

As you can imagine, folks, it annoyed the hell out of me that the smug fuck had found fault with my performance again! He was such a smart ass! At the same time, though, it motivated me to convince the sour stinker that I was a prime house pet. I’d show him the truth once and for all! I just didn't know how. After all, we had already ticked off my three sexual triggers.

 

“Oh, man! The dumb hoe’s way ahead of you.” Matt surprisingly intervened on my part. “Don’t get fooled, she’s a bimbo to the bone.”

 

“Anyways, I really gotta catch my flight. It’s gotten too late already.” He suddenly shocked me. “The bitch’s got an important appointment tomorrow. Till then, you can do whatever you want with the house pet. So, have fun!”

 

And with that, my skeevy supervisor got up from the sofa and walked out of the living room. He didn’t even say goodbye to me. Can you believe it, folks? This was outrageous! But then he stopped in his tracks and turned around. I knew it! He had simply forgotten. I deserved a long goodbye kiss after all!

 

“By the way, Chesty’s already tested n approved another taboo.” The mean mofo continued to ignore me, addressing his macho mentor instead.  

 

“You gotta drain the main vein?” The jerkface asked. “Go ahead! Use the stupid slut! That bitchface needs cleaning anyway.”

 

Please what? I must have misheard! Maybe, some sperm had gotten into my ears during that spunk storm. Unfortunately, though, that wasn’t my only problem. Not only was I hard of hearing, but I also couldn’t see a thing either. Remember the gooey globs on my forehead and eyebrow? During my life-changing orgasm, the sack sauce had run down my face in slimy streaks. On the way, the nut butter had dripped onto my eyelids and glued my eyes shut. Damnit!

 

Although I couldn't see shit, I could still feel everything. And so, I felt a tug on the leash. Oh no! I didn't want to follow, but the pressure didn't let up. And then someone led me across the room. I couldn't see who it was or where we were going, but I had a pretty good idea. After a while, we stopped, and I heard a door opening.

 

Holy fuck! He wouldn’t! He couldn’t! I so didn’t want to crawl into the bathroom because I knew all too well what would happen in there. And I wouldn’t go along with that. Not today!

 

Despite my reluctance, the leash was pulled again, and I moved without resistance. The Dom duo had definitely domesticated the denial doll. And so, I crawled through the door. On the other side, I felt a different material on my palms and knees. It was no longer wooden flooring, but it wasn't tiles either. Oh no! Oh shit! Was it linoleum? This couldn't be true! I was in the hallway. Fucking hell!

 

To be honest, I was so dumbfounded that I didn't know what to do. And that's why I did nothing at all! Instead, I relied on Steve’s guidance and obediently let him lead me by the leash. I had enough to do with safely crawling down the stairs without breaking one of my freshly manicured tyrian fingernails, so I didn't have the mental capacity to think about the right response. And when I heard the next door open, I knew it was too late anyway. It had to be the front door! And with that, the ship had sailed. Period!

 

“You should know, skipper, I do things properly or I don’t do them at all.” The snobby scribe told me before stepping out of the condo building. “If you want my help washing off that face mask, we’ll do it the right way.”

 

“Don’t tell me that combo of kinks doesn't make your cunt cream. You’re dumb as a stump but not that braindead!” The nasty newshack saw right through me. “Besides, that trail of slime you left on the stairs speaks against you, silly skippy."

 

Holy heavens! What could I say to that! The raunchy reporter knew me like an open book. And of course, it made sense that the combination of individual kinks boosted my general horniness. But wait! Were all three kinks actually activated? Let’s see, folks: I was leashed like a pet, naked in public, and on the verge of getting my cum mask pissed off my face. In other words: I was about to experience objectification - check - exhibitionism - check - and taboo - check! So, I couldn't really complain, could I?

 

In the end, my opinion didn't count anyway. A bubbly bimbo would have just wasted time needlessly arguing instead of having fun. And so, the smug fuck simply pulled on the leash after saying his piece, leading me out of the house and around the building. On the one hand, he thought I was too stupid to realize the consequences. On the other hand, he figured I was too obedient to protest. And he was right about both. Lately, I had experienced more than once that it was better when the men made the decisions and the dickdumb dolly – aka me - followed. At least, I had learned that lesson. Period!

 

And so, I found myself crawling across the lawn for the second time. Something was different, though! This time was worse because I couldn't see anything. I had no idea if anyone was watching from the street or if any neighbors were looking out of the window. But I doubted it! After all, it was late at night, and everything was quiet except for the chorus of chirping crickets. Facts!

 

Anyway, on my second doggy walk, I knew every blade of grass almost personally, so I had a good idea where I was. And for this reason, I also knew that we were heading for the doghouse again. Oh shit! I had hoped never to see that kennel ever again. The irony!

 

But then we stopped. The snobby scribe made me turn around. I had to crawl backwards until my ass bumped into the wood of the kennel. It took me several tries before I managed to push my ass through the opening. When I was up to my hips in the doghouse, I was finally in position. This was something super simple, and yet I was acting like a total ditz! The humiliation was extreme! But at least, the stench of wet dog didn't sting my nose. That was an improvement. For sure!

 

But soon, a different smell wafted into my nose. Yeah, you guessed it right, folks! Steve let loose and literally drained his main vein. Jesus! He didn’t just piss away, he was precise and planned. The nasty newshack traced the slimy streams of semen with his bladder brew, starting at my forehead before moving on to my eyebrows. I could feel the foul fluid running down my cheeks, warm and salty. That’s a yikes!

 

But the hardest part came next! The smug fuck aimed for my eyes. Jesus Christ! What a motherfucker! And yet, it made sense, no matter how much I hated it, because my eyelids were still glued together with sticky spunk. So, I frantically squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could. After all, I didn't want to get any of the bladder broth on my eyeballs, giving me pink eye. It would totally sting!

 

And yet, I winced fierce as fuck! No matter how hard I tried, some piss got in. And it burned like hell! You know cleaning fluid for contact lenses, folks? It felt like I had gotten a drop of the stuff in there! If you’ve ever experienced what that feels like, you know what I'm talking about. This was horrible! But here’s the worst part: I couldn't cry out! Not in the garden! Not if it might wake the neighbors. Fucking shit!

 

Luckily, it didn't take long for all the balls batter to be washed away. But I didn't dare open my eyes just yet, even if the worst part was over. Instead, the sniffy snob went on and washed my cheeks in his foul fizz. You have to give him credit, he was really thorough and didn't stop until the whole cum mask was washed off. Thanks but so not necessary!

 

Whatever! The piss stream stopped. The work was done. So, I slowly started blinking to reopen my eyes. Safety first! Fortunately, it had only been a few drops of pee that had hit my eyeballs, so it didn't sting for long. Truth be told, it had been more the shock than the pain that made me wince. Lucky me!

 

After a lot of squinting, I could eventually see clearly again. And the next shock was already waiting for me. Steve's meat stick was pointing straight at me. Like a cobra ready to bite! As deep as I was in subspace, there was only one possible reaction. And that was opening my mouth! The thought alone made me shudder, but I did it anyway. And the next second, I was actually shaking in my heels. The randy reporter had started pissing again and this time his piss jet hit me straight in the mouth. That’s a big yikes!

 

Believe me, folks, I gurgled and snorted, I struggled and whimpered! But I kept my mouth open the whole time although I scrunched up my nose and pulled down the corners of my lips until it was a clownish grimace that made the journo laugh out loud. And for good reason! The rancid taste hit me with full force, grossing me out and making me gag real hard. As a result, most of the vile whizz sputtered from my mouth and ran down my chin. But wait! Now that I could see clearly again, I noticed that Steve had placed a dog bowl directly under my head, so the piss flowed right into the dog dish. Literally like a golden waterfall filling a plunge pool! How gross!

 

Despite all my spluttering, my mouth ended up filled to the brim with boner brew. Clearly, I should spit it out to add it to the poll in the dog bowl… not! Of course, I knew I had to swallow. Even though everything in me resisted, it was better than keeping the bladder broth in my mouth forever. That would only make the yukky taste more intense. Better get it over with as quickly as possible. Bet!

 

And yet, I must admit that this was only a side issue. My focus was on something else entirely! I wanted to prove that I was more than a pliable pet. I was a brazen buzzerfly barbie who could entertain any man, no matter how dark or dirty his desires. And that included accepting every gift a man had to offer. Period!

 

So, I closed my mouth and braced myself for the inevitable. And then I swallowed. The vile whizz ran down my throat like lava. It was awful, but better than my first attempt as a piss guzzler with the codger crew, although that wasn’t so hard! I was still gagging like hell! And I couldn't swallow the whole mass of foul fizz in one go. Instead, I needed several gulps, which made this thing that much more disgusting! But I carried on because I had a clear goal in mind. Facts!

 

And then I finally made it! All the piss was gone. Even if it sounds totally inane, it was well worth it, because my pride outweighed my disgust a billion times over when I presented my empty mouth to the journo. After all, I had proven to be a subslut superstar. Promise!

 

And then the impossible happened! I had completely lost sight of it, but suddenly a light came on. It was on the first floor, so it was Mason again! He must have been a light sleeper who woke up several times during the night. Such a stupid coincidence! But this time, he didn’t go straight to the fridge but looked out of the window. And that’s when he saw the people in the garden!

 

“Hey, what's going on there!” The man shouted to Steve after he had opened the window.

 

Nuff said! I played with fire and got burnt. I'm in the greenzone and there's no way out. I’ve been exposed! At least, one neighbor knows that I’m the condo cunt and who knows what the others know. So, send some suggestions for excuses on how to get out of here to your friendly house pet. 

*to be continued*

*Chapter 10: In the grand finale Tia discovers a secret plan that puts her in danger.*