Friends aren't slaves, right? Right!?

"Melody, I don't know what is the matter with you but this is not what you want. You don't want this. You're not a submissive character of a stupid erotica novel. I am not even that mad at you." Not only it is not your type of thing, but Melody is just not a girl you would ever consider humiliating.

"No, Jack. I know what I want. And I want this. Please, punish me," Her voice isn't one belonging to your playful friend anymore. It's low and **** in a weird way. "I am a slut unworthy of being a friend, treat me accordingly."

"Damn you, Melody. I have a bad hangover and you're not making it any better," You say as you rub your face. "I get it. Keith made you feel bad. You lashed on me. Simple sorry is enough."

Her black bra hugs her tits tightly making them look bigger and rounder. A stylish collar makes Melody's slender neck look even more delicate. You have never seen her this **** before. You must admit that the sight is beyond arousing.

"I see. You deem me unworthy even to punish. You don't want to fuck a slut who gave her dirty cunt to such a loser as Keith despite her friend's... her master's warning," She looks up at you and sobs. How can a sob be so melodic and erotic? Your dick is throbbing hard in your boxers. Her gaze notices it and you can swear that a momentary smirk of victory flashed on her face. But then her sad and submissive look returns.

"Stop saying nonsense," you sigh and gesture in the direction of her collar, "and take off this silly thing."

"Yes master. I shall speak only when ordered to." She then slides her hands along her body, caressing her sides, and opens her bra, mistakingly (or "mistakingly") taking off the wrong piece of clothing. The bra falls to the ground and her tits bounce free. The first time you see her nipples is a sight to behold. They're pink and perky, just like you imagined. Furthermore, they are hard and they seem to be calling you.

You have enough experience with women to see Melody's arousal. In fact, you aren't sure you have ever had a woman looking at you with so much desire in her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, her face is crimson, her tongue is poking out of her mouth, and her breath is heavy and irregular.

Melody, your best friend, is, simply put, horny as fuck. She must have been telling the truth about her fantasies and she enjoys every second of this. You can't believe it. And you don't know what to do next.

Your dick demands you to take what is offered. A nasty idea after a nasty idea is racing through your mind. But you know that even a simple one-time sex can damage friendship, this Master-**** thing may outright destroy it. What if you misjudge her limits and hurt her? What if you're not good enough of a master and your softness will disappoint her?

The other side of the coin is that you have been wanting Melody for a long time. Should you reject her now, you may ruin your only chance for relationships that can go far beyond friendship.