Walking back home and talking about school

Emma continued to tug and yank at the leash, pulling you along the trail back towards home. The morning air felt a bit warmer, with the sun now a bit higher in the sky. "C'mon, Slut, pick up the pace! Unless you want to stay out here all naked and exposed~" She said as you **** yourself to crawl even faster. Though, it seemed like every time you managed to speed up, she would simply walk faster, as though she was just looking for a reason to yell at you.

As you passed by a public bathroom on the side the path, you caught sight of the two bimbos from earlier. The blonde and brunette stood at the entrance to the men's side, their athletic wear still just as comically tight as when you first saw them. They were giggling, ushering a couple of beefy looking guys into the stalls with shamelessly loud and flirty voices. "Free blowjobs, boys! Don’t be shy!" the brunette hollered out with **** enthusiasm as she guided one of the men inside. The blonde spotted you and Emma and waved gleefully. "Hey, puppy boy! Hope to see you soon~!" You felt your face burning red, but Emma just laughed.

"God, you’re so pathetic..." she muttered, her tone showing her amusement clear as day. "Look at you, blushing like such a horny little bitch." You wanted to talk back, but bit your tongue and kept crawling, knowing better than to dare upset her.

When you finally reached home, Emma stopped in front of the door for just a moment, thinking to herself before she pushed it open. You immediately noticed the absence of Mom and Dad. Then you remembered, after Mom was done pegging dad, they must have both gone to work. Mom was the lead sex toy designer at The Fetish Factory so it wasn't unusual that she had to leave pretty early in the day, since she spent her days modeling the wildest sex toys she could imagine. Meanwhile Dad, the test dummy, spent his day 'evaluating' her creations. You were always super happy that they had such nice jobs. After all, it was the only reason that you could afford to have a dildo attached to every chair in the house that you were allowed to sit on. Mom called it a "company perk."

Emma unclipped your leash and took off your collar, tossing them onto the counter. Under her breath, she muttered, "Okay, I'm kinda over the whole doggy thing." You weren't really sure what she meant by that... It's not like your family had a dog or anything even close to one. But you just shrugged it off as you bent over to grab your clothes from the floor where you had left them. You stretched your hot pink crop top back over your chest, and slipped into your neon thong, feeling it ride up your ass in that familiar way. It felt good to be back in your normal clothes.

You were about to take a seat on your favorite spot on the couch, which had an eight inch, purple dildo sticking up from it, before you glanced at the clock on the wall. Your eyes widened a bit in surprise. "Emma, we’re gonna be late for school!" you said, pointing at the clock, which showed that it was almost 8:30 in the morning. School was going to start in about fifteen minutes.

Emma turned to the clock before grinning to herself for just a moment, and then turning back at you with a confused look. "We? What the hell do you mean WE?" She giggled in a mocking tone. "You don't even go to school! Remember, dumbass? You dropped out after repeating the third grade six times. You always said it was because numbers were ‘too hard’ for you, remember?" She air-quoted the words, smirking. You blinked in silence for a second. Of course! How could you forget? You’d always been… well, not the brightest. You could barely read or write, and you had never understood how numbers worked after they started using multiplication and fractions and stuff. You hadn't even set foot in a school in like three years... at least, that's how long you think it's been... You were never all that good at counting.

"And, besides, I don’t need go to school anymore either. Ever since last month, when I caught Principal Hawkins giving rimjobs to the some of the... no, the entire football team behind the bleachers, I’ve been blackmailing that bitch into letting me skip whenever I feel like it. I only need to go to school when I want to now." She giggled to herself before opening her phone, laughing even louder as she showed you a photo of some lady who must have been the principal. Her face was totally buried in some guy's ass.

As she finished laughing, she sat down on the couch in a spot without a dildo, grabbing the remote and turning on her favorite show. She waved her hand at you, gesturing for you to leave her be. "Go clean the kitchen or something. Make yourself useful you fucking dropout! I want it spotless before I decide what to do with you next." As you shuffled to the kitchen, grabbing a sponge, you began to scrub every surface you could. Since you had dropped out years ago, your parents only really kept you around to do housework for them. Naturally, despite being dumb as a rock, you became really good at cleaning and cooking for them... You had basically become a maid.

As you scrubbed a pan, Emma laid back on the couch probably thinking up some new way to torment you...