I am the teacher's dog slave

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It was the morning of my first weekend at my female teacher's house. Although I was already awake, I was still curled up, reluctant to get up. Sleeping on the sofa was quite comfortable. The teacher was wearing a pink silk robe and pink high-heeled slippers, her delicate, white toes peeking out from under the shoes, her toenails painted a peach-pink. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her face still held a hint of sleepiness. Her languid appearance exuded a mature feminine grace and the alluring sensuality of wet stockings. I lay on the sofa, stealing glances, and was stunned by her irresistibly seductive posture. Lost in ecstasy, I rolled off the sofa and crawled towards her feet. My lips finally met her toes, and I felt a sweet fragrance fill my mouth, my body going limp and weak. Only my hard, erect penis pressed painfully against the floor below. The female teacher paused for a moment, letting me kiss her feet before gently moving Xiulian to sit on the sofa. She softly asked, "Good boy, did you sleep well last night?"
I crawled over, following her. "I slept very well, thank you for your concern, but… I felt a little lonely… I missed you… I missed your feet—your toes," I stammered. The woman slowly lifted one foot, put her toes in my mouth and twirled them, then stroked my face with her sole, saying,
"Good boy, if you behave well, I'll let you sleep in my bedroom tonight. Now go wash my underwear that I changed out of this week, then come and serve me." I was secretly delighted; it seemed I wouldn't have to sleep on the sofa anymore. I happily crawled into the teacher's bedroom. Acang was still asleep. I whispered to him, "Acang, where did I put my underwear?" Acang answered with his eyes closed, "In the bedside table." I opened the bedside table—ah—wonderful! The female teacher's stockings, bras, and panties from the past week were all laid out before me. Like a mouse falling into a rice jar, I plunged headfirst into the pile of stockings and underwear, sniffing, biting, and licking—it was so exhilarating! Just then, Ah Cang got up and, seeing my excited state, said, "Ah Huang, you're in charge of the teacher's underwear now. You'll have your fun later. Now hurry up and wash them, or the teacher will beat you if you're slow." Hearing this, I put the female teacher's panties over my head, hung the bra around my neck, and held the stockings in my mouth, then smugly crawled towards the bathroom. Passing through the living room, I deliberately shook my head for the female teacher to see. She looked at me happily, pointing at me with her finger and covering her face with a smile.
In the bathroom, I first licked all of the female teacher's underwear and stockings with my tongue, then carefully washed them by hand in the sink and hung them out to dry. By then, A-Cang had prepared breakfast. After helping the female teacher sit down, he knelt before her, as usual, holding his rice bowl and asking her to spit into it. A-Cang thanked the teacher before getting up and sitting down to eat, then turned to me and called, "Little dog, time to eat." I was still immersed in the excitement of washing the female teacher's underwear and stockings, and only when I heard A-Cang call me to eat did I realize I was a little hungry. A-Cang always called me "little dog," and I was used to it, because he was, after all, the female teacher's husband, and I was only fit to be her dog. I crawled under the table, picked up my own plate, knelt at the teacher's feet, and held it high, also asking her to spit into it, but she ignored me for a long time. I couldn't help but plead, "Teacher, please give me a mouthful of your spit! I'm hungry..." The teacher glared at me and said, "You still want to eat? You've taken so long to wash those two pieces of clothing, and you're so slow. You're not getting any food today." I was stunned. Tears welled in my eyes as I begged the teacher, "Teacher—I beg you, I promise I'll work harder from now on, please give me some food! I'm really hungry!" The teacher glanced at me again and said, "Your breakfast today is the sole of my slipper. Go eat it." With that, she held her foot, with the slipper hooked on it, to my mouth. I leaned forward to eat... I licked, then the teacher pulled her foot back, saying, "Are you trying to kill me by keeping my foot raised like this for you to lick? Get under the table!" I had no choice but to lie down under the table. The female teacher raised one foot and said, "Only your mouth is allowed, no hands, and don't you dare take the slipper off my foot!" The pink high-heeled slipper dangled from the woman's toes, swaying with each movement of her toes. I bent down, stretched my neck, and tilted my head back, carefully licking the sole of the slipper with my tongue, afraid of dropping it. Although I loved licking the female teacher's high heels, my stomach was growling with hunger. I wanted some snacks but didn't dare ask the female teacher. The female teacher and A-Cang ate and chatted, appearing very affectionate. A-Cang would occasionally say something that made the teacher laugh happily. I lay under the table, not daring to interrupt, just silently licking the sole of the female teacher's slipper, enjoying my own little bit of pleasure. Finally, the female teacher and A-Cang finished eating. The female teacher looked down at me and asked, "Huanghuang, are you full?" I replied, "Teacher, I'm not full yet." "What's wrong? Don't you like the smell of my shoe soles?" the teacher asked again. "No, no, the smell of my shoe soles is very good, but the more I lick them, the hungrier I get. Please, master, give me some food!" I begged the teacher. "You stinky dog, you don't do much work, but you ask for a lot," the teacher scolded me. I knelt under the table, kowtowing repeatedly to the female teacher, pleading pitifully with a sob in my voice, "Please... my good teacher... please have pity on me... I'm so hungry! I'm willing to be your dog for the rest of my life... please don't let me starve to death! My teacher... please give me what you've left over...!" The female teacher softened at my pleas, sighed, and cursed, "What a lowly dog!" I quickly replied, "Teacher, you're right, you're right! I am your lowly dog, the most despicable bone under your feet!" The female teacher kicked me and cursed, "How disgusting! How disgusting! Fine, I'll give you what I left over." "Thank you for your kindness, teacher! I will never forget your grace!"
I quickly thanked the female teacher and held the food plate high. The female teacher scraped all the bits of bread she'd bitten off, the last drop of milk in her cup, the shell of a half-eaten salted duck egg, the breadcrumbs on the table, and the sausage skin, pickled vegetable bits, and date skins she'd spat out onto the table, onto my plate with her chopsticks. Filled with gratitude, I kowtowed deeply to her and then held her feet in my hands, kissing them passionately to express my thanks. The teacher left the table with a satisfied, happy smile, while I, filled with gratitude, humbly savored the "lavish" breakfast she'd bestowed upon me—a breakfast that, though not filling, was nonetheless quite "sumptuous." After
I finished eating, I cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen while the teacher and A-Cang chatted in the living room, discussing how to spend the weekend. It was a rare day when both the teacher and A-Cang had nothing to do, allowing them a truly relaxing day. The woman said, "Ah Cang, come shopping with me today. I haven't been to a store in ages." Ah Cang replied,
"Okay, let's go for a stroll. Summer's here, I should buy you some clothes." The woman added, "Let's bring Huang Huang too." Ah Cang said a little unhappily, "What will he do? It's not very convenient!" The woman said softly, "Let Huang Huang come along. He can carry our things, and it'll be more lively with a little dog, okay?" Ah Cang nodded reluctantly, "Alright, I'm your dog too. You'll look so impressive with two dogs, one big and one small..." Ah Cang's words made the woman burst into laughter. As she laughed, she recited a line from Su Shi's poem: "This old lady, in a moment of youthful exuberance, leads Huang Huang on the left and holds a hawk on the right, the two dogs busy shopping. Haha...ha..." The woman's laughter was as cheerful and melodious as Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, "Ode to Joy." A-Cang and I were both infected by the teacher's humor. I ran out of the kitchen and pounced on her feet like puppies in heat, biting and licking her legs and calves. A-Cang couldn't help but kneel down in front of her and bark like a dog. Hearing A-Cang bark, I started
barking back as if in a competition, and the house was filled with the sounds of barking. The teacher grabbed both our heads and shook them repeatedly, laughing hysterically. The master and the two "dogs" were both immersed in the joy of this sadomasochistic relationship…
[The End]

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