Devoted Friend P9 Good Husband

Tonight is different. You're not just hers anymore. You're hers to share.

Her friends are over. You're the entertainment. They gather in a circle, laughing, sipping wine, as she brings you under—deep, obedient, open. One by one, they test how far you’ll go. And you obey. You have to obey.

You strip on command. You lick their feet when they smirk. You bury your face in their panties when they snap their fingers. You bark. You crawl. You beg for attention like a good, dumb pet.

And they love it. They laugh louder. Their voices grow more commanding, more confident. They humiliate you, degrade you, use you—all while your mind slips further into blank, aroused obedience.

You’re theirs now. A toy. A pet. An obedient little thing they can program however they want.