?What!?!? Holy shit!?!? I----I, what the fuck, why did you just put a dog collar on me!?!? Gwen screamed through the tears of disbelief. ?Becau...e Bitch, you are now my puppy,? Brooke smiled as she held something in her hand. ?Wtf!!! What does that mean?? This doesn’t make any sense!!?!?!? Gwen sobbed. ?Don’t worry Bitch, it will soon, very soon.? Brooke said as she pushed the button she was holding. A wave of pain struck Gwen’s body as the collar lit up with. He was all over her and at one stage she thought he was going to try and fuck her in the car park. He had already asked for a blow job in the toilet. Neither of those things were happening. She was quite happy for him to do almost anything he wanted to her but it was going to be in a secure environment. That’s why she convinced him to go to a local motel. It was walking distance and she knew the owner. He was pretty drunk and insisted on singing as they walked. She just wanted him to. In a way, they weren’t wrong. One guy living with four incredibly hot party girls? The dream. I always saw it in their eyes when they found out. The envy when they learned who I lived with. Without fail, they joked about wanting to switch places. To live my life for a week or three. I would always give them a polite chuckle, mentally rolling my eyes and wondering what they would think if I offered to take that offer. Once upon a time, I too thought I would be living the dream. A private harem. This was getting to be way too much for me. I sent her a text: "when are you coming home?" She responded with: "soon." Now I was really starting to wonder what was going on. She was supposed to have sex and then leave. Not spend the night and have a late check out. At 1030 she texted me and told me that she would be home in 30 minutes. That was my signal to go pay for the rooms and meet her at the conveniece store across the street where she would pick me up. I walked downstairs and told.