Police Dog Mom vs. Trainer Chapter 8

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Chapter Eight: The Treadmill
Early on a weekend morning, I was fortunate enough to receive a call from Sister Fang Ling, who was going to teach me how to train a female dog as promised.
In the afternoon, to leave a good impression on Sister Fang Ling by not being late, I arrived at the agreed-upon location almost an hour early.
Looking around, I saw a fitness club called Black Plum. I had never been to a gym before because I've never liked sports, and unlike other boys, I don't enjoy ball games like basketball. When it comes to sports, I'm like a piece of rotten wood. I
cautiously entered the club, peering around and seeing burly, muscular men roaring as they lifted ridiculously large dumbbells.
Looking in the mirror, compared to their physique, I was like a cannon against a stick—no exaggeration, utterly insignificant.
Just as I was wondering if I'd come to the wrong place, I saw Watt and Vaan, the two black guys I'd seen on Uncle Chen's phone before. They seemed to be the instructors, carefully helping the customers correct their training movements.
I secretly guessed that this must be the SM club, similar to the SM photo studio, which Uncle Chen and Sister Fang Ling had taken their wedding photos at, using a gym as its front.
"Hey." Watt saw me and greeted me warmly, then walked towards me. I instinctively took two steps back, like a thief caught in the act, showing how much I resisted working out. Watt smiled and said, "Is there anything I can help you with?" He spoke fluent English, and I was confident my English was good enough that communication wouldn't be a problem.
"I'm waiting for someone," I told him.
"Okay." He pointed in a direction, telling me there was a bar where I could sit, and then politely added, "If you need any help, feel free to come to me anytime." With that, he gave me a polite farewell gesture and went to serve other customers.
After waiting a while, when I checked my watch and realized it was almost time for our appointment, I saw Fang Ling, a beautiful and slender woman with a graceful figure, walking lightly into the gym from the entrance, carrying a sports bag.
"Xiao Tian," she said, smiling and waving at me as soon as she saw me.
She was wearing a light, thin sports vest that revealed a large expanse of her white skin, so thin that her nipples were clearly visible.
On her lower body, she wore only a pair of almost transparent, shiny, pearlescent pantyhose, allowing one to clearly see from behind her rounded buttocks, which looked as if they were coated with a layer of light brown essential oil, and the clenched cleft between her full buttocks.
Looking at the crotch of the pantyhose, the sheer silk covered her hairless, white, plump vulva, with her two plump labia pressed tightly against the surface of the stockings, forming two mounds of flesh.
The pantyhose stretched down, meticulously outlining Fang Ling's long, beautiful legs with their defined muscles, and she wore white sneakers below her ankles.
"Xiao Tian," she greeted me with a smile as soon as she saw me. "Hey! Police dog." Just then, Watt, who had been assisting a customer with a physical training session not far ahead, also happened to see Fang Ling. He waved happily at her and, a step ahead of me, walked up to her, making a gesture as if he wanted to give her a high-five.
Fang Ling casually moved her handbag in front of her, turned her back to Watt, and stuck out her two pert, full, firm buttocks—clearly the result of countless squats—covered in pantyhose. Her buttocks met Watt's outstretched hand in a friendly, crisp slap, and with a tremor of her hips, Fang Ling let out a comfortable and pleasurable moan.
Then, I went up to Sister Fang Ling. She introduced me to Watt, telling him I also wanted to become an SM trainer. Watt, with his thick arms crossed over his muscular chest, encouraged me, "Go for it, kid." Then, seemingly casually, he glanced at Sister Fang Ling. Seeing she wasn't paying attention, he chuckled and whispered to me that bitches weren't as easy to deal with as ordinary prostitutes, especially police dogs like Sister Fang Ling, who were lewd to the bone. They might squeeze me dry like a sponge. With a cry of
"Ouch!", Sister Fang Ling, as if realizing Watt was talking about her behind her back, angrily nudged him in the ribs with her elbow, giving him a real taste of what a police dog was like.
It seemed Watt and Sister Fang Ling had a very good relationship, like old friends who had known each other for years.
At this moment, Vaan also walked over from the side, making a gesture as if he wanted to give Sister Fang Ling a high-five, just like Watt had.
This time, however, Fang Ling didn't stick her round buttocks out at Vaan like she had done with Watt. Instead,
she crossed her arms in front of her, cupping her large, plump breasts. Her two erect nipples and areolas stood out even more clearly under the thin fabric of her vest. Her beautiful legs, encased in pantyhose, were slightly parted, and her slender waist thrust powerfully towards Vaan, immediately offering her full, swollen vulva.
First, she rubbed her palm against Vaan's outstretched hand through her pantyhose. Then, Vaan's strong hand pressed against her two thick labia, brazenly spreading them apart to reveal a round, fleshy opening. The folds and curls of her vaginal walls clung tightly to the pantyhose, which gleamed like a smear of sauce, soaked with her own juices. Her clitoris, erect and pushed against Vaan's raised thumb, seemed to be excited as Fang Ling shook her hard, swollen breasts in her vest. She stood on tiptoe in her white sneakers, her stockinged legs spreading as she lifted her round, fleshy buttocks. Her vulva, with its labia turned outwards and the layers of folded flesh rolled outwards, opened like a gaping mouth, squeezing out a thin layer of pantyhose and glistening juices. It slowly swallowed half of Vaan's clenched fist, as if she had completed a handshake gesture unique to Black people, a gesture of politeness and respect.
Waan seemed overjoyed. He wrapped his arms around Fang Ling's neck and shared a long, passionate French kiss with her, like lovers in the throes of passion.
When their intertwined tongues reluctantly parted, a thread of saliva slipped between their teeth. Fang Ling, her face flushed, turned around and introduced me to Waan, telling him that she wanted to become a professional SM dominatrix.
Waan first carefully examined me, then scratched my arm, shaking his dark head as if lacking confidence in my physical abilities, repeatedly saying "no."
Fang Ling, standing to the side, smiled without saying a word, watching Waan wave his hand at me, say "come," and nod to indicate that I could follow him. So I obediently followed Vaan to a bunch of gym equipment that sent chills down my spine. Vaan had me sit on a large chest press machine, and he slowly guided me. Thus began my unexpected and arduous workout…
An hour later, I felt as if I had been pulled out of the water, my whole body soaked in sweat. No matter how much Vaan yelled at me, I remained unmoved, feeling as if my body was firmly imprisoned by cement.
“Good.” Seeing that I was indeed exhausted, Vaan handed me a bottle of energy drink and patted my shoulder, seemingly to encourage me. At the same time, Watt, who was instructing other customers not far away, also gave me a thumbs up.
I just kept panting heavily, thinking to myself, is this the training Sister Fang Ling was talking about? No wonder she kept smiling at me earlier and on the day she agreed to train me, as if she was expecting something… Thinking about it carefully, wasn't her smile the mischievous smile she gave me after I was exhausted? Ah...ah...this is awful...Mom likes to tease me, and Sister Fang Ling teases me too...women...women...no...bitch...not a single bitch is any good...ahhh...I feel completely drained...
Not long after, I was resting by the exercise equipment, still recovering from the exertion, when Wa'an handed me a membership card, demanding that I come to work out at least three times a week. I quickly waved my hand, saying no. First, I didn't want to work out, and second, I didn't have the money for a membership.
Wa'an said to me seriously that to become a qualified dominatrix, one must first have a strong physique. Wa'an seemed to want to give me an analogy, asking me how long I could last on average when having sex with a woman. I blushed and subtly answered Wa'an that I didn't have a girlfriend yet, meaning I was still a virgin.
Wa'an shrugged and practically shoved the membership card into my hand, telling me that this was also Fang Ling's requirement for me, and that I had to stick to it.
Okay, I forced a smile and accepted the membership card, mentally planning what excuse I should use to skip class later, and then asked Wa'an, "Where's Fang Ling?" I hadn't seen Fang Ling since I started working out.
"She's training," Waan said, leading me to a private gym booth. The booth was dimly lit, resembling a dark basement compared to the bright lobby. As Waan entered, he casually pulled a two-foot-long black leather whip from a wooden tub near the door and lashed it forcefully, as if preparing for what he was about to do.
The room was divided into two rows of small cubicles, each containing a treadmill. Waan led me to one of the cubicles, where a naked woman, covered by a black hood and drenched in sweat, was running rapidly on the treadmill with her back to us.
A transparent shelf embedded in the booth's locker held the woman's membership card. Judging from the confident beauty in the photo, it was none other than Sister Fang Ling.
Her hands and arms, as if amputated, were exaggeratedly bound behind her back in a gesture of hind hands with black leather ropes. Her large breasts swayed from side to side with the rhythm of her vigorous running, the bouncing nipples jingling with iron clamps, chains, and bells. Her slender waist twisted, her two round, fleshy buttocks, covered with bright red whip marks, overlapped, and her anus, which protruded high between her buttocks as if desperately trying to burst through a valve, was filled with a huge metal anal plug. The dog tail trailing behind the anal plug swayed and twisted back and forth with her movements. Her vulva, overflowing with lustful fluids, was wide open, its thick labia clamped shut by iron clips and connected to the garter belts on either side. With each stride Fang Ling took, the tops of the stockings pulled on the garter belts, stretching her vulva open into a round, fleshy hole. Her cervix, originally pressed deep within her vagina, was tightly bound at the head by a thin rope, heavy lead weights hanging from it, forcing it to droop between the folds and everted walls of her vagina. Occasionally, as if reaching the peak of pleasure, she would spurt out streams of vaginal fluid.
I swallowed hard, my Adam's apple bobbing in my throat.
My mind quickly connected Fang Ling's outfit to something I felt I'd seen somewhere before. That's right, it was Mom! The day I was attacked by thugs, Mom was dressed in this grotesque way! She must have trained here before, and then the image of my mother running naked on the treadmill involuntarily flashed into my mind, instantly making my erect penis swell to its limit.
"Come on, use this." Wa'an handed me the whip, and I took it with some surprise. Then, under Wa'an's guidance, I lashed it hard against Fang Ling's round, white buttocks. With a crisp crack, the elastic feel of the whip lingered in my hand, and Fang Ling's raised buttocks rippled.
"Mmm!" Fang Ling let out a soft moan that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure. Then, as if receiving a command, she quickened her pace, her stockinged feet stepping on the pointed high heels, leaving a trail of deep footprints on the treadmill belt. Her two beautiful legs, clad in long stockings, were crossed, her vulva's labia stretched and deformed by the garter belt, her fleshy opening exaggeratedly wide, revealing a folded, rolled-up hole. The neck, squeezed between the vaginal walls, seemed to be stretched outwards even further, as if the leather rope tightly bound to the head had been pulled. The vaginal fluid gushing from the cervix collided with the lead weight swinging below the cervix, splashing up transparent droplets.
Her anus, with its everted sphincter, clenched the anal plug, her tail between her two wet, plump buttocks, swinging lasciviously back and forth with her two mountain-like breasts.
Vaan told me that the key to training female dogs with a whip lies in three elements: speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. The goal is to make them go from unexpected to reluctant, then from reluctant to desperately wanting, and finally, under the lash of your whip, to dance a dance that is both painful and pleasurable, accompanied by soft moans echoing from the crack of the whip.
Vaan's words greatly inspired me. After some thought and contemplation, under his observation and guidance, I once again lashed out at Fang Ling's buttocks with the whip.
With crisp, cracking sounds, I swung the whip like a blur, the force varying from light taps to heavy blows.
The whip, like a giant wave, pushed open Fang Ling's tightly clenched buttocks, revealing the metal anal plug nestled within her anus, pushed outwards by the curled sphincter muscles, and sending the dog's tail, attached to the plug, flying upwards.
Then, I let the whip tip leap over the anal plug like a jumping grasshopper, landing precisely on the protruding muscles of her anus. The whip caused her anus to spasm and contract, the clenched sphincter muscles seemingly trying to swallow the plug pressed into her rectum, sucking and chewing desperately.
Finally, like a musician taking their final bow, I raised the whip high and lashed each of Fang Ling's trembling, fleshy buttocks five times in quick succession! This brought Fang Ling to a climax with a series of increasingly loud and intense moans.
Wa'an, standing nearby, applauded me, seemingly satisfied with my performance.
Fang Ling struggled, shaking her arms bound by leather ropes. Her elbows and arms rubbed against the ropes, making a creaking sound. Her large, swollen breasts swayed, and her two erect nipples, clamped by iron clips, caused nipple bells and thin chains to flutter up and down between her flattened areolas, creating a constant, tinkling sound.
Beneath her trembling, fleshy buttocks, Fang Ling's silk-stockinged feet, clad in high heels, moved with increasingly rapid steps, almost out of control. The muscles on her inner thighs trembled violently. Incontinent urine and vaginal fluids drew dark streaks between her shapely stockings, extending into her high heels. The clear fluid overflowed from the gaps between her soaked stockinged feet and the edges of her high heels, flowing onto the treadmill belt and leaving a dark stain.
"Don't stop," Vaan said to me, who seemed to be in a daze. I snapped out of it, perked up, and swung the whip again, striking Fang Ling's already red and welt-covered buttocks four times in succession. The cracking sounds were like firecrackers. "Ugh!" Fang Ling, with her head tightly wrapped in a black hood, looked up as if she were a beast struggling in its death throes, completely drowning in the mire of pleasure. She desperately let out a series of moans of pleasure. She seemed to be in extreme pain, yet also at the peak of ecstasy. Her unsteady steps slipped and twisted as she stepped on her heels, which were covered in semen and urine. Her steps fell on the treadmill, which was splattered with juices, making a clear pattering sound!
Wa'an stepped forward and ripped off Fang Ling's hood, her long, cascading hair falling down, revealing her face in an instant. She looked like a sow plied with aphrodisiacs, her eyes rolling back, her tongue lolling out, drooling, licking the round gag rolling between her lips. Her expression, like a lost pig, was a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction. Her
seemingly exhausted body still trembled with each movement, her slender waist swaying, her large breasts bouncing as she ran forward on the treadmill.
"Huff, huff!" In the brief moment of confusion and regaining her senses, Fang Ling, panting heavily, managed to turn her pretty face. She saw the whip in my hand, and her eyes shone with approval and joy, as if affirming my learning achievements for the day.
The lewd sounds of her sucking on my penis echoed in the room. Fang Ling, who had been gagged by Wa'an after getting off the treadmill, seemed to reward me by using her lips to pull down my pants and underwear. Then, she arched her arms and hands, tightly bound by rope, and stuck out her plump, white buttocks, kneeling before me like a docile female dog. Her upturned eyelashes framed her large eyes, and she smiled coquettishly, fawningly, as if looking at her master. She looked up at me, her small, pouting red lips diligently and eagerly swallowing and sucking my erect penis.
"Xiao Tian, do you like Fang Ling?" she gently released my glans, her eyes filled with spring-like allure, like a bride looking at her beloved.
For the first time in my life, I had my penis sucked by a woman, and it was Fang Ling, so beautiful and so wanton, the
woman I had been longing for day and night. I almost lost control instantly and ejaculated in her mouth right there. "I like it, Fang Ling, I like you." I groaned comfortably, wanting several times to roughly press down on Fang Ling's head with my hand like an actor in an AV, but I immediately withdrew my hand because of cowardice.
"How about being my husband? I'll suck your big, hard cock every day, fuck you hard, whip your ass, and train you to be your bitch." Fang Ling said seductively as she sucked on my penis, her pouting red lips and tongue tracing my shaft again and again, leaving a ring of wet, sticky fluid on it. Then, she quickly teased the tip of my penis with her upturned tongue, drawing every last drop of the love juice from it into her small mouth. Her nimble tongue circled the groove of my glans, powerfully stroking and rubbing it. Finally, like a greedy bitch, she took my entire penis in her mouth, from the tip to the base. Her flushed face was buried deep between my hairy pubic hair, as if someone had pushed her head from behind. She gagged, and with a "plop," a large gush of saliva-like viscous liquid gushed from her nose. Fang Ling, like a sow whose belly was stuffed full of chaff, squeezed out breaths of struggle and bliss from her swollen throat.
I felt as if my glans had plunged into her throat, the extremely tight, inward-clenching walls of her passage sending a wave of intense pleasure through me. Fang Ling seemed to suffocate, arching her back as she suddenly released my penis, saliva dripping from her lips, letting out a long, satisfied moan.
"Ugh!" My penis throbbed, waves of tingling pleasure washing over my glans, almost making me ejaculate.
"Say you want to fuck me, want to be my husband, come… tell me… you want to discipline me properly." Fang Ling's seductive voice seemed to echo in my heart. Her eyes looked at me pleadingly, her sexy red lips parted, her long, fragrant tongue licking her lips repeatedly, as if waiting for me to say what she wanted to hear.
I swallowed hard, my heart burning with the urge to shove my penis back into Fang Ling's warm, soft mouth. I couldn't help but blurt out, "I want..."
A sharp crack echoed as Wa'an slapped Fang Ling hard across the face. Just as I was surprised and confused, I saw Fang Ling grinning wickedly, as if her scheme had almost succeeded. Wa'an said sternly, "You were too careless. This is a bitch's trap." In an instant,
I realized what had happened, and a cold sweat broke out on my back. I thought of the mad shark I'd fought with my mother at the club, seduced like a bitch, falling step by step into my mother's trap, until she let her guard down and delivered a fatal blow, causing me to drop the whip.
My once erect penis drooped as if in shame, and I felt utterly useless, filled with regret.
"Xiao Tian, so the key to training a female dog still comes down to willpower. Only with strong willpower can you take the initiative in training and win the battle. You must remember that." As if to encourage me, Sister Fang Ling took my limp penis into her mouth. Under her oral skills, my penis became erect again.
Wa An, who was standing next to me, instructed me to be bold and do it. So I mustered up my courage and hugged Sister Fang Ling's head with both hands. Then, at Wa An's prompting, as if to deliberately humiliate Sister Fang Ling, I grabbed her ears and pressed down on the back of her head from time to time, venting my frustration on her head, which was shaking back and forth, as if using it as a toilet.
"Good, that's it, slap this bitch hard." Following Waan's command, I shifted my hips back, forcefully pulling my half-finished penis from between Fang Ling's wet, soft lips and tongue. Then, grabbing her hair from her forehead, forcing her to tilt her pretty face upwards, I hardened my heart, gritted my teeth, and delivered a resounding slap to Fang Ling's face. She whimpered and turned away. Just as I was worrying if I had hit her too hard, I suddenly saw Fang Ling turn her pretty face back to me, her smirking expression like that of a prostitute being pleasured by a client—a mixture of pleasure, satisfaction, and utter depravity.
I continued to slap Fang Ling's cheeks like a whip, unleashing a series of cannonball-like slaps, each one accompanied by a loud, resounding crack.
"Ugh!" Fang Ling seemed to have her ears ringing from my beating. Her eyes widened, her tongue, dripping with saliva and sticking out, slurred and groaning. Her expression was as if she had just been through a hell of lust, a
mixture of pain and pleasure. I then forcefully twisted her ears back and grabbed her hair, forcing her head to the side like a sow whose head had been violated. Tears of pain streamed from her eyes as she opened her mouth wide, drooling and vomiting foam from her stomach spasms. At the same time, she desperately tried to wrap her curled tongue around my thrusting penis, letting me vigorously pump my hips back and forth, pounding into her throat.
With a "Ugh!" Fang Ling seemed to have been stabbed in the stomach, a large gush of yellowish-white, foul-smelling, sticky liquid spraying from her throat, which was blocked by my penis. It flowed down my groin and soaked the floor. She coughed and gasped for breath, moaning incoherently, her eyes rolling back as if she were about to lose consciousness.
"Come on!" Wa'an, noticing my pity and hesitation, urged me on.
So, I hardened my heart, and in a fit of rage, I slapped Fang Ling's disheveled, seemingly overwhelmed by lust, face-breaking expression hard across her already red cheek. Then, I grabbed her burning ears and, like a sow being forced into a latrine, swallowed my entire penis.
The tight throat squeezed my glans, bringing me a surge of intense pleasure. I uncontrollably thrust my penis forward, desperately plunging it into Fang Ling's mouth. Listening to the gurgling, lewd sounds squeezed from Fang Ling's throat as my penis continued to thrust in and out, I felt an intense itch on my glans, which felt like it was about to explode, as Fang Ling's tongue wrapped around it. Then I pressed Fang Ling's head down tightly, burying her entire pretty face between my legs. Ignoring her twisting back and forth with her shoulders bound by leather ropes, I gushed out the white semen that had been accumulating for so long from the meatus of my glans. She was forced to swallow it desperately, while she seemed to be suffocating, uncontrollably gushing out viscous liquid from her nose.
"Ugh!" Fang Ling's plump, white buttocks swayed back and forth, the fleshy waves bouncing and twisting forcefully. Her anus, tightly gripping the anal plug, rolled outwards, resembling a mountain of flesh formed by the sphincter muscles. Then, under a burst of expansion pressure, it opened into a round, fleshy hole, as if to spit out the spherical anal plug, full of intestinal fluid, which was blocking her rectum. The dog's tail, which was attached to the anal plug, twisted and swung to one side. Her cunt
, as she squatted down and spread her long, fleshy legs straight apart, was torn open by the iron clamps that held her labia together with the garter belt, becoming a round, fleshy hole full of lustful juice. The leather rope that held the lead weights to her cervix tightened around her head, and with each twist and turn, a stream of love fluid gushed out.
Two silk-stockinged feet, perched on high heels, trembled back and forth as if they could barely bear the weight of the massive buttocks pressing down on their heels, their toes curling taut in intense pleasure within the deep flesh-colored stockings.
"Good." Wa'an nodded, seemingly satisfied with my performance. Having ejaculated, I felt a wave of weakness wash over me, and involuntarily released Fang Ling, taking a step back.
"Ugh..." Fang Ling, just as exhausted as I was, slumped softly to the ground, her lips, trembling with breathless gasps, filled with saliva and semen.
After a moment, she swallowed hard, then raised her pretty face—blushing, tears welling in her eyes, her hair sticky with sweat—and smiled at me, saying, "Not bad."
Then, as if she had regained her strength, she squatted up from the ground, her stockinged feet stepping on her high heels, shaking her large breasts—the nipples and areolas of which were pinched flat by iron clamps and tugged by thin chains and bells—and turned her back to me amidst the pleasant tinkling of the bells.
Her long, flowing hair, like a waterfall, framed two arms bound tightly with leather ropes. Her forearms, pressed together, pointed skyward. Her plump, white, glistening buttocks, like ripe peaches, were covered in welts from whipping. Between her buttocks, her anus, stretched open by an anal plug, bulged with its sphincter muscles. A dog's tail, attached to the plug, swung wildly at her waist as if in heat. Her vulva, pulled apart by two straight, split garter belts, had her labia stretched taut. Her neck, dripping with vaginal fluid, hung from leather ropes and lead weights, seemingly inviting me to ravage it, bobbing excitedly towards me.
Then, Fang Ling's seductive voice said, "Xiao Tian, let's do it again."

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