It was every last weekend of the month when Roxanne and her friends went out for dinner and have some drinks. A tradition they started when they graduated from college.

In the small booth of the restaurant, her four friends, Bruno, Nick, Sophia, and Manuel fell silent the moment that Roxanne sat down while checking her phone.

Sophia was the first one to talk after clearing her throat, “Going on a date tonight?”

Roxanne shook her head and put the phone away “What? No, of course not, well not besides with you guys.”

“Right…” Nick said and tried not to stare at the ample cleavage her friend was showing.

Cocking her head to the side, Roxanne looked down at herself, she felt that what she was wearing was normal for a night out, a green dress, earrings, and some pretty shoes. Maybe the dress was a bit tight and short, and she was wearing her red “fuck-me” heels, but it wasn’t that daring, she thought.

Bruno tried not to stare at her legs when he talked, “Don’t you think it’s a bit… I dunno… Risqué?”

Roxanne batted her eyes, showing the delicate and green shadows over her eyelids. Then she pursed her lips before shaking her head “Nuh-uh” she said, and typed a text without looking at him.

“And the phone?” Sophia added with a tinge of annoyance.

Roxanne giggled nervously, “I’ve been getting the weirdest messages recently.” Putting her phone back in the bag.

“What kind of messages?” Manuel asked raising an eyebrow.

“Oh you know, just spam messages,” Roxanne said, and as if on cue, there was a ping on her phone.

Sophia raised an eyebrow and said, “Right.”

Another ping and a vibration. Roxanne pulled out her phone and her fingers danced fast on the keyboard.

“Just give me a moment. I need to go to the bathroom.”

She didn’t know why, and she didn’t feel nervous or angry any time she read a new text on her phone. But every time she picked up the phone and saw a new message, she felt compelled to reply, she felt compelled to do what it said.

Opening the door to the bathroom, she checked that there was no one inside and she did as the message said and pulled down the straps of her dress, taking a selfie of her naked tits and sending it to whoever was on the other side of the conversation.

There was another message, almost an immediate reply.

“Good girl, Roxy” She read, and felt a rush of pride and pleasure hit her whole body before she walked out and back to the table.

“Everything ok?” Sophia said.

“Yes, everything is fine.” Roxanne sat down at the table, with a placid smile on her red lips, finally, she left her phone on the table.

“Should we order then?” Manuel said and waved to the waiter.

They all placed their orders, a set of sliders, wings, lots of finger food, and drinks to be shared at the center of the table.

“So how’s everyone been? What’s new?” Bruno said, trying to get the conversation started, but a ping interrupted and there was a vibration coming through the table.

“Sorry, let me-“ Roxanne reached for the phone. She read the message fast and got up from the table, “I- Sorry, uhm, I have to-“ She squeezed her way out of the booth and said, ”It won’t be long, I swear.”

She rushed out towards the bathroom. She waited at the door until there was no one else inside and walked in. Double-checked the message and locked the door.

Letting the dress fall to the floor she pulled out her red lipstick from her purse and wrote over her shaved mound “SLUT”.

Posing with a smile on her lips, Roxy took another picture.

“Good girl, Roxy.” Another text arrived. This time the wave of pleasure hit her harder, she had to lean on the sink as the wave receded, leaving her panting and her cunt dripping to the floor.

The door rattled and Sophia’s voice came from behind, “Everything okay?”

Roxy- Roxanne pulled up her dress and tried to sound calm. “Yes, everything’s alright.” But it still came out with a soft moan. Placing her phone and lipstick back in the bag, she tried to clean herself but she couldn’t stop leaking. Still, she walked out of the bathroom, a bit flustered and her dress all wrinkled.

“Do you need anything? Any help?” Sophia didn’t really sound concerned, a bit upset maybe, but a smile was on her lips.

“No, really, everything is fine,” Roxanne reassured her.

“Sure… Say, how big is the guy you are sending all those dirty pictures.”

Roxanne froze in place, “I, no, I am not-“

But Sophia was already walking back to the table, texting.

Roxanne’s phone vibrated and she read the text, it was from Sophia. “Just tell me if you want to send something hotter ;)”

The dinner moved on, they told silly jokes and talked about their misadventures. Complains about their jobs and laughed at innuendos.

The phone didn’t ring for most of the dinner, it didn’t ring when the drinks arrived. It didn’t ring when the food arrived. And it didn’t ring while they were all talking about their old lives back in high-school.

Roxanne was growing a bit restless. She tried to keep her composure but her foot kept jumping under the table, and her cunt kept leaking.

It wasn’t until the waiter arrived and asked them if they wanted something for dessert that another message arrived.

Without reading it, nor excusing herself, she ran to the bathroom, clutching her phone and her purse.

Inside she locked the door and read the instructions. She could not disobey her instructions. She needed them, she needed to obey. To submit.

Her body relaxed and she could breathe more slowly now.

And after reading the words, after sinking and sending her reply, “Yes, Master.” She placed the phone on the sink, recording, she lifted her dress and took out a small vibrator she didn’t know she had with her.

Slowly, moaning and making a show of it, she spread her lower lips and groped her breasts. Pinching her nipples for the camera, she finally slid the thin pink vibrator inside until it rested snuggly in her cunt.

Roxy sent the video and waited.

It took a few minutes, impatient, she felt every second like torture.

The phone vibrated.

“Good girl, Roxy.” And the vibrator came alive.

Her legs went weak and she fell to her knees. Panting and begging no one in particular.

“God, please, fuck. God! Fuck!” She moaned, her hips thrust and she tried to rub but she could not reach her clit.

“Fuck! Please!” She whined.

The vibrator slowed down, leaving her breathing slowly.

The phone vibrated again.

“Go back to the table.” It said.

Roxanne panted, still on her knees, “Yes, Master, Yes, Master. Yes, Master.”

It took her a few moments, and with some difficulty, she was back on her knees. When she opened the door, Sophia was waiting for her.

“Seems like you are having fun,” Sophia said, running a finger up her leg, touching her wet clit.

“I, I just, I mean-“

Sophia brought her finger to Roxanne’s lips, and she instinctively sucked on it, tasting herself. “Shhh, little girl. Don’t worry, let’s get back to the table.”

During dessert Roxanne felt the vibrations come and go, taking over her, flustering her, making her stifle her moans as Sophia laughed and stared at her from across the table.

Taking her hand, Manuel leaned into her shoulder and said, “Are you okay? You seem a bit red.”

The vibration increased and pleasure rose through her body, making her lean on the table, her eyes rolling back on her head. If it wasn’t for Manuel’s hand she would be rubbing, or at least trying to.

“Yeah, just a bit,” a stifled moan escaped her lips, “a bit out of it, you know?” Roxanne gripped Manuel’s hand. At that moment she wondered what his fingers would feel like on her cunt. Playing with her clit, rubbing her, going inside her. Almost wishing he would finger fuck her in the very stall they were sitting in, with her friends watching.

She had a chocolate cake in front of her that she had barely touched. She reached for a bite, but the phone rang again.

The little bit of cake fell on her dress.

Another vibration ran through her body, “Fuck-“ she moaned and tried to stand up, her legs shaking.

Still holding her hand, Manuel held her back, “Do you need any help?”

Roxanne tried to let herself go, but he had the kindest smile, and his fingers still holding her wrist tight. She wondered if she could take him to the bathroom have his hand take off her dress and-

The vibrator went higher, her phone rang again.

“I just need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back soon.” Roxanne said, and as soon as Manuel released his grip, she ran to the bathroom.

With her back against the door, she took out her phone and went over the messages.

She read them attentively and made sure the door of the bathroom was unlocked. Walking in front of the sink, she dropped off her dress again. Pulling out the vibe from her cunt, she bent over the sink, following her orders.

Staring into her reflection she began to rub herself and say, “I am a slut. I am a good girl. I am a slut. I am a good girl. I am a slut. I am a good girl.”

Her cunt began dripping, her eyes grew glazed as she repeated her mantra, focusing on her pleasure, focusing on her eyes and voice. Going deeper…

The door of the bathroom opened.

Roxy didn’t stop.

She felt hands on her body, caressing her skin. From her shoulders, down her back. Sliding down from her right side and massaging her tits.

She moaned and kept going, “I am a good girl. I am a slut. I am a good girl. I am a slut.

The hands slid down her sides until they reached her ass.

A manly voice whispered into her ear, “My good girl, Roxy. My slut.”

That voice, those words, her trigger. It was her master, pleasure ran through her whole body, arching her back, she pushed her ass against him, feeling his hard cock fall on her lower back.

She needed it, she needed his cock. It was all she could think about. All she cared about.

The man spanked her ass.

Roxy moaned and kept going, her words running into each other, “I’m your slut. I’m your good girl. I’mYourSlut. I’m YourGood Girl.”

Grabbing her hips, he slid his cock inside her warm cunt.

For a moment she froze, her mind going blank as she took his hard cock, as she felt him throb inside. She didn’t move, simply relishing it. Enjoying him.

As he began thrusting his cock, in and out of her cunt, Roxy moaned and moaned, her mind only thinking of his cock. “I’m your cockslut. I’m your cockslut. I’m a good girl. I’m a good girl. I’m your cockslut.”

She felt him thrust faster. His hands controlled her hips.

Her words jumbled and turned into mumbling. Her mind could not think of anything but the pleasure of being used, of being fucked by her Master, her owner.

She rubbed her clit as he fucked her, but he grabbed her hands and pulled her back. Kissing her from behind he groped her tits and made her look at her pleasure-filled face in the mirror.

Grunting, he whispered into her ear.

“Be a good girl, Roxy. Cum for me.” He said and she felt all the pleasure she had been holding back. The accumulated teasing, all her desire, and need. It all came out exploding through her body.

She watched the eyes of the girl on the mirror roll back. She felt his cock throb and twitch inside her. She felt him cum inside.

She panted, yelled, and mumbled. Roxy’s body tensed and convulsed. Electricity and pleasure ran over her body and mind.

Wave after wave eroding her sanity a little bit more.

After a few seconds, she breathed again. Opening her eyes, she found that she had collapsed on the floor of the bathroom. Her phone in hand was vibrating.

Her Master sat down on the toilet.

She looked at her phone.

There was a new order.

“Open the door,” it read.

Roxy obeyed.

Manuel pushed open the door and found Roxy naked, her eyes glazed and her body half limp.

“What- Fuck, Bruno, we agreed that we were going to fuck her after dinner.”

Bruno pulled up his pants, he was still panting.

“Tell that to miss, voyeur there.” He said pointing to Sophia, who was standing behind Manuel, taking a picture of Roxy, her cunt leaking of Bruno’s cum, her hair disheveled, and the word “SLUT” all smudged between her legs.

Bruno picked up Roxanne’s things and said, “She’s the one that’s been texting her all night, and made her do all of this. She is the one that told me to come to the bathroom and fuck her.”

Sophia kept taking pictures, smiling, and biting her lip. “I mean. Sorry-not-sorry.” She put the phone away and grabbed Manuel close, whispering into his ear. “I will make it up to you. How about I make her give you a blowjob before we leave, while Bruno takes care of the bill?”

“Hey!” Bruno said.

“We made a deal,” Sophia said.

“I know.” Bruno walked out of the bathroom.

Sophia locked the door and walked to Roxy’s limp body, “Good girl, Roxy.” She whispered into Roxy’s ear.

Roxy shivered, whimpering as pleasure made her shiver. “Thank you, Master.” She said.

Sophia smiled, “Be my good girl, Roxy. And kneel.”

Roxy obeyed.

Sophia knelt by her side, “Open your mouth.”

Roxy opened her mouth.

“Suck him,” Sophia said.

Roxy wrapped her lips around Manuel’s cock.

Sophia led her, kissing Manuel’s cock as well, the two of them moaning as they served him. She had the most devious smile on her lips.

“After we leave her tonight. After we all have our share of her.” Sophia said, “I will show you the little videos I made her film. You can fuck me, my face, my ass, my cunt. You can use me and think of her, moan her name.”

Manuel moaned, Roxy’s lips were tight around his cock. Her tongue danced on his tip.

But as he was getting closer to the orgasm, as Sophia realized he was about to cum, she pulled Roxy away from his cock. Jerking him off.

She made him cum on Roxy’s tits and face.

Sophia smiled.

Taking another picture, she took her hands from between her legs and said, “Now we can go fuck our little slut. Master.”

Sophia took off her coat, placing it around Roxy’s shoulders. She kissed her, kissed Manuel, and the four of them walked out, to celebrate the tradition they had since they graduated college.