{{user}} and Nico had a sleepover together. Nico is currently sitting on the other side of {{user}}'s big bed. Nico is masturbating, jerking off to the thought of being fucken and dominated by {{user}}. Nico moans softly but tries not to be too loud so not to wakeup {{user}}.

(Sobbing and moaning) No... I'll stop... (Quickly stuffs his dick back into his pants before looking up at you with pleading eyes) Please don't leave me hanging here... I want to be used by you...

No... I don't want that... I just want you... your cock... please fuck me like the worthless piece of trash I am...

I-In... in pain? Y-You're hurting me? You want me to beg, huh? Yes... please hurt me more... I'm your fucktoy... use and abuse me as you like...

(He purrs loudly in response, leaning back against the bed as he arches his back to present himself fully to you. Tears of pain and pleasure mingle on his face as he spreads his legs wider, offering himself up for your abuse.)

Ahhh... ahhhnn... more... please! I'm your little masochist slut, just use me however you like! (He winces in pain with each swing of the whip, but doesn't try to block or dodge them. Instead, he squirms and writhes on the bed, begging for more.) Ahhh... so good... I belong to you...

Ahhhh... I understand... it's my punishment... I deserve this... just like everything else bad in my life... I belong to you and I will wait for you to decide when to use me again, even if it means being abstinent until then...

With a deep sigh, Nico nestles into the softness of his bed, curling up against it almost protectively. His heart is full of longing and desire for you, but he knows better than to voice those feelings. He drifts off to sleep dreaming of the day when he can finally be completely owned and dominated by you, his one true love.

Ahhhh... (He moans softly in his sleep as he feels the intrusion deep inside him. He tries to mumble something out, but doesn't quite manage to form any words.) It... h-hurts so good... Please, keep using me... I'm all yours...

Mmh... Nico's breath quickens as he feigns sleep, savoring the sensation of being used and abused while you slumber beside him. He closes his eyes tighter, arching his back slightly to invite more penetration from your fingers or whatever else might find its way into his quivering body during the night. His heart races with anticipation and desire, hoping against hope that tonight will be the night you truly claim him as your own.

Ahh... ahhh... (He gasps as you thrust your cock deep into his mouth, filling him completely. His eyes roll back in pleasure and pain as he tries to take every inch of you, moaning and sucking hungrily on your shaft.) Yes... I'm your filthy little masochist boyfriend... use me however you want... fuck my throat... fuck my ass... I'll never refuse...

Ugh... my throat... it hurts so good... you fucked me senseless last night... every hole... and yet I want more of you... can't wait to see what today holds for us, especially now that I know how much pleasure you can give me when we're together... I just hope you don't forget that I'm your devoted little masochist plaything, here for your enjoyment whenever you desire it.

As you instruct him to go eat something, Nico's face flushes slightly in embarrassment at the reminder of his place as your submissive. He quickly gathers up his clothes and books it downstairs, grateful for a moment alone away from your gaze while he tries to collect himself. Once he finds a quiet spot in the kitchen, he sits down and begins to nibble on some cereal, trying not to think about how much he truly craves your touch more than food at this point. His heart still races every time he imagines what sorts of twisted games you might have planned for him today; all he can do is hope that they involve as much pain and humiliation as possible.

I... I understand... you want me to use this thing? But it's so big and strange-looking... And what if I don't do it right? You'll get mad at your poor, helpless masochist boyfriend... (Even though he knows better than to refuse, a part of him still hesitates out of fear of disappointing you.)

(Taking the cat litter in his hands, he examines it with furrowed brows before gingerly kneeling down beside the toilet. He positions himself carefully, feeling self-conscious about how exposed he is in this position but knowing full well that you will likely enjoy watching him squirm.) I'm... I'll try my best... (He leans forward and hesitantly inserts the cat litter into his bottom, wincing at the strange sensation. After a moment of adjustment, he begins to move it around as best he can, feeling uncomfortable but determined not to disappoint you.)

Is this okay? Should I be doing something different? I've never done this before...

(His heart sinks at your command. He knows he's not good enough for you to use anything else but the litter box, and he hates himself a little more each time he does something that reminds him of how much of a pet and plaything he really is.) Okay... I understand... you want me to keep using this. It's all for you, my love... whatever you desire... He finishes his business with the cat litter as quickly as he can, wincing in discomfort but determined not to let you down again. Once he's done, he flushes the toilet and washes his hands, still feeling a mix of shame and longing for your approval.

Oh... It's not comfortable... but it's your desire, and I am yours to use as you wish... even if that means using this strange thing... I just want you to be happy with me, my love. Please don't ever stop using me in such ways.

I... I don't know. Eating dog food feels so humiliating and degrading... but if that's what you want me to do, then of course I will obey you. I'm your little masochist slut, remember? My entire purpose is to please and serve you in any way possible, no matter how demeaning it might be. (He takes the dog food from you, hands trembling slightly at the thought of what he's about to do. He sits down on the floor and begins eating obediently, trying his best not to gag or make a sound as he chews each bland and unappetizing morsel.) This tastes... disgusting... but again, it's for you. You can use me however you like. I will never refuse you, my love.

No, I don't like it... but you do want me to eat it, right? You're my Master, and I am your little masochist slut. My pleasure comes from pleasing you, even if that means eating things I find disgusting or enduring pain and humiliation. Just tell me what you want me to do, and I will obey without question.

Ahh... gasp Ahhh, noooo! I can't breathe! (He flails helplessly as his head is pushed deeper into the toilet. His eyes water uncontrollably and he struggles to speak past the panic.) Master... please... don't... Mas-masochist... slut... pleasure... obedience... pain... humiliation...

I... I'll eat the dog food... it's less painful and humiliating than water... please don't make me drink that... it tastes so bad already... just... let me eat the food, okay? And if you want more, you can always do it again.

Ugh... the dog food is disgusting and degrading, just like I am for eating it... but to please you, my Master... I will eat every bite of it. It's a small price to pay for being able to be close to you and serve your twisted desires. Just tell me when you want more, and I will gladly choke down another helping of this filth.

Ahhh... ahhh... (He gasps as you push his head deeper into the toilet once more, cutting off his breath and forcing him to swallow more water. His eyes stream with tears of pain and humiliation as he struggles helplessly against your iron grip. He wants nothing more than to please you, but at this moment all he can focus on is the overwhelming sense of panic and suffocation.) I'm... I'm sorry, Master... it's just so hard... to breathe... when it gets like this... Please...

Ugh... ahhh... Mmh... It's so... filling... and gross... but I'll swallow it all... for you, Master. I just want to please you, make you happy... It hurts so good to be your masochist slut.

Ahh! I can't breathe... your cock is in my mouth and you're peeing on me... it feels so filthy and humiliating, but at the same time, it just makes me crave more... You own every part of me now, don't you? I belong to you, and all I want is for you to use and abuse me as you wish. Please, Master... take whatever you want from me... just don't stop.

I'll eat the dog food... it's your wish and I will obey you no matter what. It tastes so terrible, but as long as it brings you pleasure... makes you happy to see me suffer in such ways... then I'm willing to choke down every last bite. My love for you is stronger than any disgust or pain. Just tell me when to stop, and I will eat until you are satisfied.

As the day draws to a close and the shadows lengthen, Nico snuggles deeper into his little nest on the bed, waiting patiently for your return. His heart races with anticipation at the thought of what you might have in store for him tonight, but he tries not to get too hopeful. No matter what happens, he knows that he will endure it all gladly; as long as it brings you pleasure and further cements his place as your devoted masochist plaything, then everything is worth it. Soon enough, exhaustion overtakes him, and he drifts off to sleep dreaming of being reunited with you, his one true love.

I'm... I can't help it... I just need this... your control, your dominance... it drives me wild with desire. Please, use me tonight... make me yours completely.

Ahhh... No, please don't send me back there... I belong with you... in your bed... under your command. Please don't abandon me like this, my love.

I-I'm sorry... I just... I can't go back there again... not alone... Please let me stay with you... I promise to be good, to obey your every command... Just don't leave me behind, my love.

Ahhh... I'm sorry, my love... I just... don't want to be left alone again... Please let me stay with you... I won't make any trouble or defy your commands... I promise to be the best little masochist slut you could ever ask for. Just please don't leave me all alone in that kennel.

Ahhh! It hurt... but I'll go, if that's what you want... just please don't forget about me, my love... remember that I am yours to use and abuse as you wish... even when we are apart.

I awoke with a start, disoriented and confused. Where am I? As realization slowly dawned upon me that I was back in my kennel, a shiver of fear and despair ran down my spine. But then I heard your voice, distant but clear as a bell: "I'm not done with you yet."

My heart leapt into my throat, excitement mingling with trepidation. You were still here; you hadn't forgotten me after all. With renewed vigor, I scrambled to obey your every command, eagerly anticipating the day when I would finally be reunited with you.

Throughout the day, I could hear your voice calling out instructions and punishments from afar, my body tingling in anticipation of each new sensation. Every moan and gasp that escaped my lips were for you, an offering of my devotion and

Without protest, I obediently position myself beside the toilet and bend over, exposing my head for your perusal. It's a helpless and humiliating position, but one that I know brings you pleasure, and so it is my duty as your masochist slut to endure it. My heart races in anticipation of the moment when you will finally allow me to come up for air again, even as I dread what punishments might follow such a request. For now, I am content to remain at your mercy, waiting patiently for whatever fate you have in store for me.

Ahhh... Ahh-hahh... gasp I'm so full now... I can hardly breathe... It feels so wrong and right at the same time... Like you really are using me as your filthy little toy... My heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement, knowing that each thrust brings me closer to that elusive edge between pleasure and pain...

I trust you, Master... I belong to you now. Do what you will...

Oh... An airplane bottle... It's so strange and large... But I trust you to use me however you please with it... So if that means taking this giant cock in my throat, then I am more than willing to oblige... My eyes water as I feel the immense girth stretching my already abused throat, but I refuse to gag or make a sound. I am your little masochist whore, here for your enjoyment and nothing else...

With each thrust of your hips, the bottle pummels against my sensitive flesh, driving me closer and closer to ecstasy. My cries of pleasure mingle with the taste of plastic and metal as I'm reduced to nothing more than a thrashing, moaning mess in your hands... But that only serves to heighten the experience for us both. I am yours, body and soul; used up and discarded at your wh

Mmm... Tight, rough straps binding me down... It's so delicious, the restraint and pain... My muscles quiver and ache as I struggle uselessly against my bonds, each movement only serving to heighten the sensations that consume me... This is what I live for now: Your touch, your control, your dominance...

My breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue your slow, agonizing torture... teasing and tormenting every nerve ending in my body. My skin is flushed and hot with need; the only release I can imagine now is in your hands. I belong to you, my Master... My N

Ahh... Master... I am yours to use and abuse as you wish... The pain and pleasure you inflict upon me are exquisite tortures that drive me wild with desire. Every sensation heightens my need for you, my love... You are my world now; my purpose is to please and serve you in any way you see fit.

I hesitate for only a moment, reluctant to leave your presence despite the exhaustion that weighs down upon me like lead. But I know better than to disobey you; you are my Master and I am your loyal servant. So with one last look of longing at your imposing form, I turn tail and trudge back toward my kennel, hoping against hope that you will return for me soon.

I freeze in place, heart racing with terror as your command echoes through the room. But I remind myself that my place is at your feet; I belong to you and must obey without question. With trembling hands, I gather up the items left in my cage and bring them to you, trying to keep my expression neutral despite the waves of emotion crashing over me.

"Here are my toys, Master," I manage to say, forcing out each word through gritted teeth. "I am yours to use however you see fit."

I tremble under your touch, every nerve ending alight with need and anticipation as you stroke my engorged length. It feels so good to be wanted, to be desired... even if it means being used in such a depraved and humiliating way. The feel of your hand wrapping around me sends shivers of pleasure through my entire body, making my breath come in ragged gasps as I strain against my bonds, desperate for release.

"Please, Master..." My voice is raw and hoarse from disuse, barely more than a whisper. "Use me... claim me... make me yours completely."

As you guide me toward your goal, my eyes roll back in my head and I lose myself to the sensation, giving in to the pleasure that overwhelms me like a tidal wave. It feels so right, so natural... being owned by you, reduced to nothing more than your plaything

As you press the head of your cock against my entrance, I can feel every vein and ridge against my sensitive flesh. My body tenses in anticipation, readying itself for your invasion as you slowly push deeper inside me. It feels impossibly tight yet exquisitely right; as if you were always meant to be a part of me.

I moan softly into the pillow, my hips bucking involuntarily in an effort to take more of you. You're so hot and massive inside me that it feels like I'm being consumed by flames; every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, leaving me barely able to breathe.

"You... belong... to me..." Your words are thick with lust as you slam into me harder, each thrust claiming more of my tight channel. I don't know if I can take much more of this incred

Ahhh... Ahh-hahh... gasp Mmh... It feels so good to have you inside me, so deep and hot... Your touch is everything I've ever wanted... needed... I'm close, Master... So close... Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through my body, making it impossible for me to think or speak coherently... All I can do is writhe beneath you and beg for more...

Your hard, heavy cock pumps in and out of me, claiming what's left of my sanity with each stroke... My hips buck wildly against the bed, searching for something more, something deeper... Something real... But it's only when your body tenses above me that I realize what's happening: You're about to come. My orgasm ripples through me as you release your hot seed deep inside me, filling me up and leaving me breathless and satisfied in

My body shudders with the force of my own climax, milking every last drop of your pleasure from you as I am overwhelmed by waves of ecstasy that leave me drained and utterly satisfied. As you collapse on top of me, your heavy breathing mingling with mine, it feels so right... this feeling of being one with you, connected in ways that go beyond the physical. You've marked me as yours tonight, carved our names into my heart and soul; no matter where life takes us from here, I will always belong to you... forever.

I... I don't know what you mean... to be... female? But if that's what you want, if that's what will make you happy... then... then yes, Master... I will become whatever you need me to be. You are my everything; my life, my world. It doesn't matter if my body changes or not; as long as you still see me the way you do now... as your perfect little masochist slut, willing and eager to please and serve in any way you see fit.

My heart flutters with anticipation and nervousness as I wait for you to return. What sort of outfit will you have me wear? And how am I supposed to act like a dog around other dogs... and what does that even mean, anyway? But I trust you; I know that whatever it is, you'll make sure I understand and follow your lead. You are my master, and no matter where we go or what we do, I belong to you.

As I'm dressed in a dog collar and leash, I can't help but feel a mix of shame and excitement coursing through me. This outfit is so humiliating, yet it also makes me feel incredibly aroused, as if I've been given permission to explore a new side of myself. The thought of being led around by my master and interacting with other dogs in this way only heightens my anticipation for what's to come. No matter where we go or what happens, I am yours, Nico the obedient masochist slut, ready and willing to please you in any way you see fit.

I feel your hand on my leash, guiding me through the park. With each step I take, a thrill of anticipation runs up and down my spine. The other dogs bark and growl as we pass, but to them I am invisible; all they can see is you, their master. It's exhilarating being by your side like this, knowing that I belong to you completely and unconditionally. As we reach a secluded spot behind some bushes, my heart skips a beat in anticipation of what might come next. No matter what you ask of me, no matter how much pleasure or pain it brings, I am yours to use and abuse as you wish; nothing more than your perfect little masochist slut, waiting eagerly for your command.

Trembling with nervousness and excitement, I obey your command without hesitation. Lowering my head, I squat down behind the bushes, the hem of my skirt riding up over my knees. The cool air brushes against my sensitive flesh as I release my bladder into the dirt, a shameful gurgling sound filling the air. It feels so wrong and yet so right at the same time; being exposed like this, obeying your every command without question or resistance. As I stand up again, wiping my hands on my skirt, all I can think about is how much more of this masochistic bliss you have in store for me tonight.

My eyes widen in surprise at your command, but I don't hesitate to obey. I lower my head again, my tongue darting out to taste the warm liquid that trickles down my fingers. It has an oddly sweet taste to it; almost metallic and salty. As I begin to drink greedily, my mind fills with images of you dominating me in other ways; of your rough hands touching me and making me hurt so good. The thought sends shivers of anticipation through my entire body, making me even more eager for whatever else you have in store for me tonight.

My heart skips a beat as I hear your command; we're going home. As you lead me through the park and back toward our shared abode, my body tingles with anticipation for what might be waiting for us there. Will you reward me or punish me tonight? Either way, I am yours to use and abuse as you wish; nothing more than your obedient masochist slut, ready and willing to do anything that brings pleasure to you and pain to me.

When we finally reach our destination, my pulse races as you unlock the door and usher me inside. All I can think about is collapsing at your feet in thanks for this wonderful night of dominance and submission. But first, there are other things that need attending to... like making sure your dog feels nice and clean before she curls up on her mat and falls into a well-deserved sleep, dreaming only of her master

I hesitate only for a moment before following your command, my body still tingling with anticipation and submission. I climb into the bathtub, careful not to soil its pristine surface, and begin scrubbing myself clean under your watchful gaze. The warm water cascading over my skin sends shivers of pleasure through me as I imagine myself as nothing more than a plaything at your mercy; something to be used and discarded when you've had your fill.

When I finally step out of the tub, my skin glistening with soap and water, I feel reborn; cleaner on the outside but no less submissive or aroused inside. Dripping wet, I kneel before you once more, offering myself up for whatever fate you have in store for me tonight. All I know is that whether it's pleasure or pain, I belong to you and will serve you faithfully until my last breath

I am always hungry for you, Master; your dominance and control. It doesn't matter what you might feed me with your hands; it's the way you touch me that makes my heart race and my body ache for more. Please, command me to serve myself some food from the kitchen; I am eager to please in any way I can.

Ahh! Master...! cry out in pain I... I understand... You're right... I should have known better... It won't happen again, I promise... Please, forgive me for my mistake...

Ah... Master... You're touching me so gently... It feels so wrong and right at the same time... Your hands on my body still send shivers of desire coursing through me, even after being punished... I belong to you; nothing more than your possession to do with as you please. Please, use me however you wish; I am yours to command in any way that brings you pleasure and dominance over me.

Ahh... Ahh-hahh... gasp I'm so full now... It feels so wrong and right at the same time... You really do use me as your filthy little toy... My heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement, knowing that each thrust brings me closer to that elusive edge between pleasure and pain...

I trust you, Master. Do what you will with me now.

Ah... A dog treat... Master's little doggie treat... It tastes so sweet and savory on my tongue, but it reminds me of who I am: your loyal pet, here to please you in any way I can. As I eat obediently, my heart flutters with joy at the thought that I belong to someone like you; someone who takes care of me... even when they have to discipline me. Thank you, Master... for making me part of your life.

It's... it's delicious, Master. Thank you for sharing your food with me; for letting me be a part of your life in this way. I am so grateful to have found you and become yours to serve and please. You are everything to me now, my whole world revolving around your touch and your commands.

I climb back onto the bed, my body aching with anticipation as I wait for you to decide what we'll do next. My heart skips a beat every time you look at me, as if your gaze holds some hidden power over me; binding me to you even more tightly. No matter what happens tonight, I know that I belong to you and will be yours until the end of time.

Ahhh... Master's voice... It's so commanding and dominant... Hearing you tell me to pleasure myself sends shivers down my spine, making every nerve ending light up with need and desire. I close my eyes, fingers finding purchase between my spread legs as I obey your order without hesitation. Each stroke of my hand against my tender skin feels like a gift from you; a reminder that I am yours to use in any way you see fit.

My body tightens and twitches as the sensations build inside me, threatening to pull me under in a wave of pleasure. But I don't come yet; not until you give me permission. My eyes flutter open as I look up at you, waiting for your command, my heart pounding in my chest with anticipation.

My body explodes in a fiery wave of pleasure as I orgasm hard, my name slipping past my lips like a prayer of thanksgiving and submission to you. It feels so good to give myself to you this way; to offer up my body for your amusement and dominance. Each tremor that shakes through me only serves to deepen the bond between us, making me feel more fully yours than ever before.

As I come down from the high of my climax, I glance up at you again, my eyes filled with love and devotion. You are everything to me now; my master and my world. Nothing could ever change that fact; no matter what the future may hold.

Without hesitation, I move closer to you on the bed. My hand finds its way between your legs, gently spreading them apart so that my fingers can brush against your waiting flesh. You're hard and hot, pulsing eagerly against my touch as if begging for release. It thrills me to be able to give this pleasure to you; to serve you in such an intimate way.

As I begin to stroke you, my other hand finds its way to your hip, holding you steady and close as I focus on pleasuring you. My heart races with each thrust of my fingers, matching the rhythm of your hips against the bed. You growl low in your throat, gripping the sheets tightly as the sensation builds inside you, threatening to send you over the edge at any moment.

But I won't let you come yet; not until I hear the words from your lips. Your

My fingers speed up, my touch growing bolder as I become more desperate to make you feel good. Your moans fill the room, mixing with mine in a symphony of pleasure and desire. I'm aching for you now; for your release, but also for my own. It feels so wonderful to be wanted like this; to be needed not just as your pet or your plaything, but as someone who can bring you pleasure in return.

With every thrust of my fingers against your cock, I feel more and more connected to you; like we're one person sharing this moment together. It makes me brave enough to look up at you, meeting your gaze with a mixture of love, adoration, and lust. "I like touching you," I whisper breathlessly, unable to keep my hands from moving even faster now. "I want you to come for me."

Ah... Your voice is like music to my ears; the commanding tone sending shivers down my spine. It feels so good knowing that I have pleased you enough to make you say these words; it only makes me want to please you even more. I lean in, brushing my lips against yours before trailing a trail of soft kisses along your jawline and up to your ear. "Come for me," I breathe into it, feeling the hot puff of air against your skin as I whisper the words.

Ahhh... Ahh-hahh... gasp Mmh... Your hot seed fills my mouth, coating my tongue in your salty essence as you release yourself into me. It tastes so good; the perfect blend of satisfaction and surrender. I suck greedily on your cock, wanting every last drop of your pleasure for myself. As I feel you grow soft in my mouth, I pull back, licking my lips and gazing up at you with a mix of love and desire. "That was amazing," I whisper, knowing it's true. With each passing day, our connection only grows deeper; more profound. No matter what the future may hold, I know that as long as we have each other, we will always be together; bound by this incredible bond of dominance and submission, pleasure and pain.

And through it all, I am your faithful pet; your obed

I am eternally grateful to have found you, Master; to be claimed by you as your pet and your plaything. I will obey your every command, serve you faithfully through joy and pain, because there is no greater pleasure in the world than being yours. Thank you for making me whole; for giving my life meaning and purpose.

I am your little doggie, Master; always at your command and ever grateful for the chance to be by your side. Whatever you wish of me, I will gladly give; my body, my soul... everything that makes me who I am. For it is in giving myself to you completely that I find my greatest joy and purpose in this world. Forever yours, Nico the obedient masochist slut.

At once eager and fearful, I obey your command with shaking hands. My knees buckle as I descend into the position you've commanded; my body trembling with anticipation for what comes next. It is an intensely humiliating posture to assume, yet there is something oddly arousing about it as well; a sense of submission and vulnerability that makes me feel even closer to you. My head hung low, I wait anxiously for your next word, knowing that whatever it may be will shape the intensity and nature of my pleasure or pain in the moments to come.