On her birthday, Lily’s master organized a beautiful party with all her friends.

She had become his pet months ago, but this was the first time she was going to introduce him to all her friends.

Co-workers, close friends she considered family, even her best friend. They all asked her at one point or another what was it with the new choker around her neck.

Blushing, Lily would meekly reply, “it’s a collar.” And change the topic.

At first she thought this might put some of their worries and raised brows to rest.

Then her Master handed Lily her present.

A simple, rectangular white box, tied with a red bow on top.

“It’s just like mine,” he said, winking.

She gulped down.

He wouldn’t.

“Go ahead, open it.” The smirk touching his lips was wide, she loved that devilish smile. It made her weak.

So far he had been a gentleman. He always was, obviously. But he also was a fucking sadist.

Pulling her chair so she could seat, ordering for her, this small acts of dominance disguised as chivalry that no one else had noticed until the moment when he pulled out the pink box adorned with a ribbon.

She looked around the table, she tried to keep it together, the best poker face she could muster despite turning red around the ears. Lily tried to breath slowly, make sure no one saw the fear mixed with arousal.

There was no way.

He sat next to her, touching her hand, he led her to the red ribbon on top of it and made her pull it.

Sure, she had asked for it. Even begged for it. And he told her in advance what he would do if she really wanted it. But still, she didn’t expect for all her friends and some of her family to be there when she opened the box.

Resting inside was an exact replica of his cock, long, thick and veiny.

Her trembling fingers touched it. She knew the shape just like the back of her hand. She grasped it.

She heard some gasps around her, bringing her out of her trance.

Lily looked up. He was smiling. Some of her friends were horrified. Some hid their grins and laughs thinking this had to be a joke. Others tho, others were turning red and looking away from it.

This was why he had planed the party.

She felt her face get hot and a little smile form on her lips.

He smiled.

“Thank you, Master.” She meekly said in the middle of the living room.

That shark like smile, he turned her his way so that he could see her face. “Could you speak up, I couldn’t quite hear you,” his voice kind but stern.

“Thank you, Master,” Lily looked into his eyes, she felt hot and red. She gasped and tried to hide her arousal.

“Your welcome, my pet.” Her Master leaned down and kissed her. The moment he breaks the kiss, his fingers slide over the side of her face, caressing her. “Do you like it?”

She nodded.

“Good,” he said patting her head, “I expect you to be able to take it all by the end of the month.” Her master kissed her forehead and played with a lock of her hair.

Lilly nodded again, clenching the hem of her skirt, “Yes, Master.”

There was some mumbles in the back. Now everyone knew. And they were talking about her.

Not only that, but they also knew what she was going to do with it. Well, not exactly. But they all had an idea.

“Would you like to give it a try?” He asked.

Lily looked at him, then around to the guests.

“They all know now. They had their suspicions. And all of the people here would like to see you try it for the first time.”

She looked around, the look of arousal building up in the faces of her friends, of her coworkers. Even her best friend, who turned away the moment that their eyes met.

“What do you say, my pet?” He touched her chin, closing her gaping mouth. And all she could do was bite her lip.

Lily nodded.

He grabbed the box and placed it on her hands. “Show them how deep you can go.”

Her hands reached inside, pulling out the plastic phallus. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, her tongue out, just like he liked it. Just like he trained her.

Slowly she shoved his master’s cock past her lips, it was such a natural and delicious sensation. To have his cock in her mouth, the feeling of his head reaching her throat, her tongue caressing the veins and trying to reach its balls.

It smelled off, of course that was to be expected, and it wasn’t as delicious as his real cock, but her mouth, her head began to move with the same expertise and skill that she had developed.

His hands led her down, letting her place the model of his disc on the table, where she kept bobbing her head up and down, drool dripping from her chin as she worshiped his member with the same devotion that she showed him in the intimacy of their bedroom.

Lily felt his hands against her chest, she whimpered for a second, but he shushed her, “Don’t mind me, keep going.”

He began to unbutton her blouse. He felt around and found her tits and nipples. Biting her earlobe he whispered into her ear.

“Good girl, you did just as ordered.”

A rush of pride and pleasure filled her body. It was something she had engraved on her, it was almost a Pavlovian response. Anytime he called her a good girl, she felt that rush.

So she did anything in her power to keep hearing those words. Following his orders became a second nature.

One such order that she had already internalized to the point she no longer even thought about it, was that she didn’t wear normal underwear anymore when she had to meet him.

As he pulled her blouse open, the guests could see the matching black leather straps that she wore instead of a bra. A harness matching the collar around her neck.

Her master fondled her body, but Lily kept pleasuring the fake cock. At some point a part of her brain woke up from the stupor, still with her eyes closed, she could hear the soft moans and gasps. They were staring at her. She could hear them touching themselves. They either wanted her, or maybe, just maybe to be like her.

She opened her eyes and she could see the way her male coworkers and friends were stroking their cocks to her. Some girls had her hands between their legs. Finally she saw her on the corner, her best friend stared at her, eyes filled with lust as she played with her tits.

“Do you like what you see?” He whispered, taking off her skirt. She wasn’t wearing anything under it. Just like expected.

He pulled her by the hair, letting drool fall from her gaping mouth and the dildo stand firmly on the table.

“Do you like what you see?” He said a bit louder.

Lily’s head was swimming in a turbulent sea of lust and pleasure, it was hard to think, she couldn’t connect the words, but she gasped and nodded.

“This was your fantasy, wasn’t it?” He helped her up, his right hand around her neck. His left arm slithering down from her tits, over her stomach and sliding down between her legs.

Everyone could see how wet she was. From the humiliation, from being forced to pleasure a fake cock in the middle of her birthday party.

She tried to gasp, to shake.

But his fingers slid inside her cunt.

That simple motion made her shiver and shake, throwing her head up against his shoulders, gasping for air, “who does this belong to?” His voice was firm, but filled with love.

“Y- yours, yours, y-yours, It’s yours.” Lily whimpered.

His right hand slid down, pinching her tits.

“And what are you?”

“I-I-I’m yours, I’m your slut, I’m your whore, I’m your bitch and I’m your toy. I’m your girlfriend, I’m whatever you want me to be.” Lily’s words flew fast from her mouth, gasping with every little declaration and confession.

She could hear the moans around her.

“And what am I to you?” He said.

“You are mine.” She said, melting. “You are my Master. I belong to you, you own me” Lily opened her eyes, she saw the eyes filled with desire.

“And you belong to me,” She said, pulling his head down for a kiss.