You open the door and see me standing there. Sheepish, like always. You smirk and unlock the outer door and turn back into your place. I follow inside and lock the screen and close the door. I instantly see you have a female friend over. I didn't know this was going to be the case. I freeze. Your friend looks at me and turns to you.
"Who's this?" she asks.
"This is Patrick. He's my bitch. Whenever he can't stand being away from me he begs and whines to come over in the hopes that I let his take out his tiny little cock and allow him to cum." you reply as you step over and sit on the couch next to her.
I'm instantly red and look at the floor. She's instantly laugh, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No. I'm not. He's my bitch. Aren't you bitch?"
I mumble to the floor. REALLY embarrassed. I want to leave.
"What did you say bitch?"
"Yes." I repeat. Louder.
"Yes what, bitch?"
"I am your bitch Lisa."
Your friend is in shock. Laughing into her hands. "This is unreal."
"You think this is unreal. Watch this. Strip bitch!"
"No way!" your friend replies. I stand stock still.
"Did you hear me? I said, 'Strip bitch!'" you command. I stand still. "Bitch. You strip now or you leave and NEVER, EVER come over, call or text me again. Got it?" I nod and slowly remove my jacket. Then my shirt. As I continue to disrobe you turn to your friend. "I bet you right now, his dick is SO hard. I bet it's leaking out the top. He wants me so bad, but wait till you see his cock. I shouldn't even call it a cock. It's a tiny little pin dick."
I have my shoes off and I begin to undo my belt. You friend laughs again, "This is so unreal Lisa."
"Just wait." you reply.
I unzip my pants and begin to move them down. You both can instantly see a large wet spot on my boxer briefs as I kick off my pants. My dick is straining against them.
I stand there twitching. I do nothing.
"Strip bitch! Strip of fucking leave!" you yell.
I hook my thumbs into my shorts and pull them down quickly and kick them aside. Your friend is laughing so loud.