Pet Owner

"Camila," said John, "You have no respect for Bella Thorne. I mean look at her, she's acting like a bitch in heat at an elegant party like this."

"Oh my god, I know right, what a slut," said Camila.

"Come with me," said John. John took Camila over to Bella. Victoria, who was now jealous John was talking with Camila, followed along and hooked her arm into John's.

"Bella, this is Camila. She is your owner. You must obey her. Understand?"

"Arf!"

"Camila, this bitch is your pet. She must obey you. If you want to play fetch, she'll play fetch, if she's thirsty and you want her to lap water from a toilet, she'll do it."

"I wish there was an anal plug with a dog tail the same color as Bella's hair on that table over there as well as a collar and a leash, a rubber ball, a rawhide bone, and a strap-on rubber dog nose."

"Gratned."

"Camila, on that table you'll find some things for Bella. I think you should have fun with your pet."

"Come girl," said Camila. She lead Bella over to the table. She inserted the anal plug into Bella, strapped the nose on her, put the collar and leash on her, and made her hold the rawhide bone in her mouth.

The other guests were soon flirting with the frat boys.

"Watching other celebs act like sluts and acting on their fetishes, makes Victoria very horny."

"Granted."

"John, I really need your cock right now," Victoria spoke into John's ear in a hot breathy whisper. "My pussy is so hot and wet. Will you fuck me now?"