Your best friend - Ownership pulse

You look down at your phone and see the letters „bro“ on the screen- he probably called to tell you about the latest gangbang he had with a bunch of girls or something stupid like that, he always prides himself in that kind of stuff- but his stories were usually fun so you didn’t mind and it wasn’t like you didn’t have your fair share of gangbangs either- after all you basically just have to walk into a park and tell the first few girls you see to fuck you. As you accept the call another sudden shiver goes through the restaurant… leaving you stunned for a few seconds while the rest of the people present don’t even seem to notice once again. As you come to your senses you suddenly hear an angry voice shouting through your phone-

„Why aren’t you answering me ****?“

You are utterly confused as you hear those words- didn’t you just speak to a friend? But that’s when reality dawned upon you as your mind slowly changes and you remember who called you- your master. He used to be your friend and both of you had dozens of slaves, whores and pets… until he got jealous of you one day since you collared one of the girls he had his eyes set on- the next thing you knew he used a tiny moment of relaxation you enjoyed and snatched a collar around your neck, subsequently claiming ownership over you and your entire harem… that was two weeks ago. Of course you wanted to despise him for this, but as you were his property now you were physically unable to feel any negative emotions about him, meaning you accepted anything he told you mostly without any discussion- and luckily he’s been pretty chill until now, it seems like he only did what he did to you to get to your ****, wanting to leave you as unharmed as possible… so the call was quite unusual. Before you can even think about an answer to his shout your servile body instantly blurted out

„I’m terribly sorry master- it won’t happen again. I was merely distracted by my surroundings“

„Mpfh- I guess there’s nothing you can do about that… listen, I’ve got an order for you. As you probably guessed I didn’t want to mess with you since we used to be friends and you know why I had to do this to you- but I’ve had a change of mind. I want you to…“