Andrea and I had been friends for a long time, sharing all sorts of secrets and experiences. She was a bubbly Latina with curves that even the best-fitting outfit couldn't fully contain. One day, she confided in me about her hidden desire to have someone at her beck and call for her most intimate desires.
I found the idea intriguing, but it wasn't until after a few glasses of wine that we really started to explore the possibilities. The idea became more enticing as she began to describe in detail the kinds of things she wanted this "slave" to do for her. To say I was taken aback was an understatement, but there was something thrilling about the thought of being used in that way.
Before I knew it, we had formulated a plan. She would find someone, someone totally willing and able-bodied, and I would be there to support her and join in on the fun when asked. It sounded depraved and taboo, but we couldn't help ourselves.
A few weeks later, she returned home with Jason in tow. He was a tall, muscular guy with an air of desperation hanging over him. Andrea instructed him to strip down to his underwear and perform various tasks for us while we enjoyed a meal she had prepared. I couldn't believe my eyes as Jason eagerly complied, grinning ear-to-ear at the thought of pleasing them both.
As dinner was served, we continued our degrading banter towards Jason. He was our amusement toy now - our second order of fresh shit if you will. Andrea meticulously fed Jason whatever leftovers were left on her plate after each course, encouraging him to clean every last crumb off the floor when he was done.
Soon enough, the dessert platter arrived. It was a decadent chocolate cake adorned with candles and dollops of cream. As Andrea cut into it, she made eye contact with me, silently beckoning me over to join them.
I reluctantly stood up and approached the table, my heart pounding with anticipation. Andrea slipped something into Jason's hand while leaning in close to whisper in his ear. Whatever it was, it had a profound effect on him. His eyes went wide, and he nodded eagerly before handing her the item.
Without warning, she shoved it into my mouth - it was a finger covered in thick, sweet chocolate icing. My face turned beet red as moans escaped my lips involuntarily at the sensation. She giggled before wiping her fingers clean on Jason's shirt and taking a big bite out of the cake herself.
The experience left me both aroused and ashamed, but there was no denying the thrill I got from being used in such a degrading way. As I sat back down, my thoughts drifted to what else Andrea might have planned for us and her new toy.
