[A real-life example of male and female owners training each other]

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This experience is based on real events, and there is

absolutely no fabrication involved. I have silently memorized every detail

. In short, as soon as I returned to my computer from the Queen, I immediately put these experiences into words,

so that the Queen and I could savor them later, and also for fellow enthusiasts to exchange ideas.

(I)

"I've been chatting with my Queen online for quite a while now, it's time to meet her!" I thought to myself.

So, I typed out a message, begging to meet the Queen, because I had never been truly

trained by a female master before. Every night, I would masturbate by looking at femto pictures online, and I so wished I could put

these fantasies into practice.

"I have too many slaves, I don't want to take any more," the Queen's words hurt me for a long time.

But I was patient, and I never deleted her from QQ, because I had a feeling that the Queen would take me in.

Finally, one day, due to a series of coincidences, the Queen and I started chatting online.

I can't remember which day it was, but we talked about the topic of "slaves serving both male and female masters simultaneously." The Queen seemed quite

interested, and I was willing to try it myself. We chatted about it until late at night, and the Queen even wanted her lover

to help train me. I was excited for days.

The Queen agreed to meet me, but she made one request: that I

chat with her lover on QQ first, as a "warm-up."

On QQ, the Queen's lover appeared, speaking to me with extremely harsh words, his insults never

ceasing . Here are some excerpts from our conversation: "Are you chatting with someone else?"

"This servant is only chatting with you."

"Is that so? You're only allowed to talk to me, or else I…"

"If this servant is lying to you, you can punish me as you please."

"Then why do you type so slowly? You're such a dog! Your paws are too slow!" "This

dog slave is really only chatting with you now." "

When did you start having thoughts of becoming a slave? Tell me quickly." "

A long time ago, I've had slave thoughts since I was little, but they were only developed after I went online."

"How long is your penis?"

"About average."

"Bullshit, do you want me to tell you the specific size?"

The Queen asked how our chat was going, so I sent her our chat history. After reading it, she

immediately asked me to draft a "Slave Code" and arranged a date for our meeting.

A few days remained until my meeting with the Queen, and during these days, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles. Besides

excitement , a sense of tension and fear lingered within me.

I remembered meeting a twenty-year-old girl online, teaching her a lot about femtodon,

but when we met, she only rode me for a short while before giving up. She certainly wasn't a real queen. At that time, I felt

the gap between reality and fantasy was too obvious. However, this time, I felt a deep-seated fear.

The queen I was about to meet would definitely be very experienced, a true queen, and very strict. Coupled with a very

resolute male host, I was sure I would suffer a lot. Yet, my inner longing and desire made it impossible for me

to resist .

On the appointed day, I sat on the bus heading towards the queen's city, my mind surprisingly

calm , as if I had been preparing for years and was about to participate in a world-class competition. During the journey, my

phone received a text message from the queen, asking if I had arrived at her place. My heart sank. I

was doomed ! Half an hour late. I wondered how the queen would punish me.

I met the Queen. She was in her thirties, the kind of woman who still possessed a certain charm. While not exceptionally beautiful, she

had an extraordinary presence, exactly the image of a queen I had in mind.

"Is that you?" These were the first words the Queen spoke to me.

I said, "Yes!" and lowered my face shyly…

The Queen wanted to take me to lunch because her lover was waiting for us at the hotel. The Queen strode ahead

, and I followed behind her, unsure how to move my legs. Running didn't feel right, and even walking felt awkward. So

, I followed her like a shadow, vaguely sensing that everyone around us was watching me. The Queen

seemed to notice something and turned to tell me that many slaves were very nervous when they saw her a second or third time;

this was normal. She said that later she would make me kneel and watch them eat, and eat

what they vomited on the ground… I thought: Finally, it's going to happen. I wasn't sure if I could handle it, but I was going all

in this time , and besides, it was unlikely I'd run into anyone I knew in another city. For some reason, I felt my

manhood shrink a little.

After many twists and turns, we finally arrived at the hotel. The Queen opened the door to the private room, and I immediately

bowed and nodded to her lover. Unexpectedly, he offered me a seat and treated me with great politeness. With the Queen's permission,

I sat down and stole a glance at him. I could tell he was a successful, mature, and dashing man;

the Queen had excellent taste.

During the meal, because I couldn't hold my liquor, aside from the first beer I toasted them, I was mostly in

a daze and dared not say much. The Queen and her lover, on the other hand, drank quite a bit of baijiu (Chinese liquor). Watching them laugh and chat,

I felt even more inferior: the reader should now understand that someone like me, a lowly person, could never compare to the Queen's lover. I

had no capacity for alcohol, no money, no figure (from a distance, I looked like a pig), no

future… In short, I was a failure, no, no! I shouldn't be human. In their eyes, I'm just a

fat dog, a bastard unworthy of being human. I even hope they don't treat me like an animal, but

rather as a sex toy or furniture. I sincerely hope my painful sacrifices can bring them joy and happiness, which is

one of the reasons I submit to the Queen.

Later in the banquet, some of the Queen's friends arrived. Since I didn't dare talk too much with the female and male leads, I thought

I'd chat with the Queen's friends. Unexpectedly, the Queen's friends were quite adept at urging me to drink, and I gulped

down several large glasses. My face flushed, and I started talking non-stop. A strange excitement made me chat

enthusiastically with them, and I didn't hear what the Queen and her lover were saying. At this moment, I completely overlooked a detail: the Queen

was occasionally glancing at me with a cold, sinister look!

(II)

After seeing off the Queen's friends, the host and I went to the hotel first.

The atmosphere in the hotel room was tense. I was so nervous that I didn't

dare , so I leaned half my bottom against the edge of the bed. Actually, I couldn't sit still like that, so I just squatted,

silently watching the host smoke. He seemed unusually cold and silent compared to his gentle demeanor in the hotel room.

My heart pounded wildly, fueled by the alcohol. "

Ding-a-ling!" The doorbell rang, jolting me out of my daze. The host ordered me to open the door. The Queen entered

; her handbag seemed a little bulging now, I wondered what new items had been added. I knelt

down to help her change into slippers, carefully and solemnly placing her shoes on the shoe rack. After I finished,

I looked back and saw the hostess already sitting upright in her chair.

I mustered my courage and crawled to the Queen's feet. She looked down at me for a moment, smiled, and said nothing.

I figured we were strangers, and she knew this was my first time being "disciplined," so maybe she was giving me some time to adjust.

Otherwise, why hadn't she punished me in the hotel? Compared to her harshness online,

she seemed much gentler now, and my heart finally calmed down.

"Slap! Slap!" Two sharp slaps suddenly struck me like shadows, my face burning instantly, my ears

ringing. I was stunned by the unexpected slaps, speechless for a moment.

"Do you know what you've done wrong?" the queen demanded sternly.

"No, no, I don't know."

"Don't play dumb! I gave you plenty of face at the hotel, not making you kneel at our feet to eat

our spit-out food. You got off easy! And you shamelessly joked and laughed with my friends. There won't be

this 'show' next time."

"I know I was wrong, Your Majesty. You're so kind, always thinking of your dog slave. I'm so grateful." "

Why were you kneeling to change my shoes? Who told you to kneel to change my shoes? It seems you

really need some discipline."

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, I desperately need your discipline." I kowtowed to the ground.

"Go, kowtow to your master and thank him for letting you sit in the chair today."

I hurriedly crawled to the master's feet and kowtowed. Just as I was about to turn back to the Queen's feet, the silent

master finally hummed, "I didn't hear anything." The Queen kicked me. I immediately

understood and kowtowed hard on the ground. At this moment, I was already overwhelmed by shame, and I didn't

feel .

"You're half an hour late today. How should I punish you?"

"I'll obey my Queen!"

"Good. Half an hour late is thirty minutes late. Slap yourself thirty times, and count each

time loudly."

I didn't dare to be negligent, and started slapping myself, "One, two, three... thirty," I counted while silently

muttering to myself: I thought the Queen had already forgotten about my lateness if I didn't say anything. It seems the Queen is truly shrewd! Now

I can only hope the Queen will forgive me soon.

"Now, take out your slave rules and read them to me."

Feeling dizzy, I hurriedly pulled out the "Slave Rules" that I had drafted and printed beforehand, and loudly read

: "Slave Rules, from the date this contract is signed, I, this slave, will fulfill the responsibilities and obligations stipulated in these rules.

If I violate them, I will fully accept any punishment from my master.

Slave Rules, First, the slave must regard the master as everything. The master's happiness is the slave's happiness, and the master

's pain is the slave's pain. One must always be prepared that the master's happiness is built upon the slave's pain

, and must place oneself in the master's position..." Outside of real society, slaves have no dignity in front of their masters. They must

see themselves as the master's personal property and tools, to be used at the master's disposal at any time.

Second, slaves must unconditionally accept the master's beatings, insults, and even punishments without reason.

If necessary, slaves will wear dog leashes or horse harnesses for the master to lead or ride. ...

Sixth, slaves must do their utmost to satisfy the master's various sexual demands, specifically: 1. The slave

must satisfy the master's sexual demands at any time, but only by giving the master oral sex, etc., and cannot have sexual

intercourse with the master, because the slave has no right to do so.

2. When the master meets with his lover, the slave must do his best to cooperate and become their sexual tool

and plaything. If the master's lover is happy, the master will definitely be happy, and the slave must remember this principle. ...

After reading this, I signed my name in the "Signature Slave" column. After signing, I breathed a sigh of relief.

In form, I had established my master-slave relationship with the Queen.

The Queen slowly rose from her chair, stepped over me, and said coldly, "Do you know how

many words you mispronounced? Say it!"

My head spun: Oh my god, I read it too quickly and couldn't remember them. Having received several years of higher education

, I'm always embarrassed to utter words like "vulva" and "oral sex" from the "Rules of Slavery."

Even when I do, I just gloss over them. It seems my subservience isn't deep enough; there's still a sliver of self-respect

holding

me back. "Take off your pants," the Queen commanded.

I was still too embarrassed to take them off, but at this point, to satisfy my adoration, I had no choice but to expose

a section of round buttocks.

The Queen took a bundle of rope from her pocket. Was she going to tie me up? My heart pounded with nervousness

.

"I'm so disappointed in you, my slave. Not only do you not understand any rules, but you're not even human yourself

, yet you still don't realize it. You always put on a show of human dignity in front of me, but don't you

know you're not human in front of me and your master? It seems I have to punish you severely."

*Smack!* In contrast to the burning sensation on my face, the rope in the Queen's hand struck my buttocks like

a knife , cold and cruel. She always gave me unexpected lessons, catching me completely off guard. I closed my eyes

, afraid to think, and focused solely on accepting the Queen's punishment.

She continued to insult me, the rope in her hand gradually falling like raindrops on my buttocks. Looking

back , it felt like all the nerves in my body were concentrated in my buttocks; with each strike, my penis twitched and shrank

, and my fear of the Queen deepened even further.

She got tired after hitting me for a while and stopped. She kicked me in the buttocks and said, "Go lick your

master 's feet."

I hurriedly crawled to my master's feet, placing one foot on my shoulder and

cradling as if it were a sacred object. My tongue slithered like a snake between my master's toes,

swallowing every speck of skin and every speck of sweat. To me, every filth on my master's body

was delicious food; I truly hoped his feet would stink as much as possible!

The Queen watched me earnestly licking her lover's feet and laughed loudly, "You're such a lowly dog!"

Then she suddenly sat on my back, embracing my master and kissing him passionately.

"We haven't seen each other for over a month, I've missed you so much," her sweet voice

came . I finally felt the Queen's tender side, something a lowly slave like me would never experience.

"Yes, I've missed you too," my master said.

"I'll treat you well today, make you feel incredibly comfortable, ha." The Queen patted my head.

"Go kiss your master's little brother." The Queen used her slender hands to unzip my lover's pants...

Finally, this moment had arrived. I've always believed that couple-style BDSM is the pinnacle of SM. To be fortunate enough to experience it

on BDSM experience is truly a gift from heaven, how could I miss it? I was in

pain and humiliation on the bottom, but this pain and shame brought me pleasure because the rules stipulated: always

be prepared that the master's pleasure is built on the slave's pain. In fact, this mentality, in turn, brings a shock to

the slave's mind and body, a realm that transcends normal sexual concepts. I always remembered: to make the master's

pleasure my goal.

I humiliatingly moved my mouth away from the master's feet, slowly and forcefully tilting my head back (the Queen was sitting on my back,

which weakened my neck strength) and looking up along his trouser leg and knees—Oh my god! A huge penis

stood proudly above my head like a towering tower, or like a victorious warrior waving a clenched

fist . I was terrified, because my own thing was so small, so many times smaller than my master's!

No wonder the Queen loved him so devotedly; my master was superior in every way, practically

perfect .

This huge disparity hurt me, causing my pride to falter again. The most obvious reaction

was that my dog-like penis (that's all it deserves to be called) shrank again, and I didn't dare show it to them.

"What are you daydreaming about? Give my master his fruit!" The Queen slapped me hard.

I shamelessly licked my master's testicles with the tip of my tongue, slowly taking his glans into my mouth. Although I

felt the Queen pressing down on my back getting heavier and heavier, and my body gradually straining, I still

worked very hard "on" below. The Queen's body began to sway back and forth, and my head swayed along with it. Because the Master

's penis was so large, my small mouth couldn't possibly contain it. Plus, my tongue was dry from licking the

Master 's feet, and the forceful thrust of his penis triggered a gag reflex. But I told

myself to hold on, or I would face a severe punishment from the Queen.

After about twenty minutes, the Queen stood up from me and ordered me to take off all my clothes.

I was too embarrassed to expose my poor little bird in front of them.

"What are you hesitating for!" the Queen suddenly kicked me in the stomach, and I

groaned . She then picked up the rope and stomped hard on my face, twisting my features in

agony.

"Slap, slap, slap!" The Queen beat me even harder this time, and made me count. I endured the pain;

every time I miscounted, she would hit me again. At this moment, my heart was completely enslaved by her. Not only was

my self-esteem extinguished, but even my body belonged to the Queen as her private property.

When I knelt before them, completely naked, the Queen and the Master laughed almost simultaneously .

It was a mocking laugh, stemming from the tiny thing between my fat body and my penis.

"What's wrong with your little penis? Is it underdeveloped?" the Master said contemptuously.

"Compared to you, I am ashamed," I said, lowering my head even further.

"Are you even a man? How can someone like you have a wife? Sigh, poor wife, she's

suffered her whole life!" the Queen mocked.

"I am not a man, just your plaything."

"Is that so? I'd like to see what your dog penis looks like when it's hard. Come on! Give us a masturbation

performance ." The Queen kicked my testicles.

At this moment, my central nervous system was completely consumed by the word 'shame,' my whole body trembled and withered, and I had no

desire for excitement or erection. I dared not disobey the Queen's orders, but my useless little bird just wouldn't get hard.

I tried for a long time without any success, and instead, I broke out in a cold sweat.

"You're only fit to lick me!" the Queen said impatiently. "I can see that you were born to be our tool. You're not worthy of

making love with women because you don't have the functions of a man. The only thing you're good for is your tongue. Go and kowtow to your

master's penis and thank him for letting you know what a real man is!"

I crawled to the master's feet and kowtowed devoutly to his still erect penis.

"Come and lick my feet, and I'll make use of your tongue."

So I picked up her feet through her stockings and began to lick them frantically. The Queen closed her eyes comfortably. At first,

I didn't pay much attention when the Queen was stomping on me, but now I found her feet smelled especially sweet.

After a while, the master got up first to go to the bathroom to run hot water.

"You serve us while we bathe, giddy up!" The Queen finished undressing and straddled my back. "You wretched dog, bark now

." The Queen kicked my stomach with her feet.

"Woof, woof, woof," I carried her, humiliated, as we crawled towards the bathroom...

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