[Recent Training]

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I stepped out of the airport, I was greeted by the gentle gaze I had been longing for.

"Bitch," he whispered affectionately, his arm around my waist. I knew what I should say,
but my mouth opened and closed without uttering a sound. He squeezed my waist tighter, and I groaned, my face
instantly burning.

We waited in line for a long time to get a taxi, which is one of the reasons I dislike big cities—even getting a taxi
takes so long, wasting precious time
. While waiting, the phrase "a moment of passion is worth a thousand pieces of gold" kept replaying in my mind. Thinking about it made my face burn even hotter.

I didn't know how I had become like this, so eager to be humiliated and abused by him.

"Are you tired?" he asked tenderly as soon as we got in the car. I nodded. Actually, I didn't like his tenderness at all
. I had told him many times that if I were looking for a lover, for tenderness, I wouldn't have come all this way to see him. "He
can't change ," I thought disappointedly. No matter how I provoked him, how hard I tried to annoy him
, he never got angry with me. I really didn't know what he was thinking.

"Lie down and rest for a while," he said, helping me lie down on the back seat. I was secretly disappointed. He couldn't change.
Although he could be a good dominator when we were playing, he couldn't be strict with me, couldn't
be . Most of the time, he appeared as a lover, but I clearly told him I
didn't like that.

I shook my head.

"Lie down," his voice rose a little. I glanced at him, didn't say anything, and didn't lie down.

"Bitch, kneel down!" I was stunned. I didn't expect him to say such a thing in front of outsiders.

I looked at him nervously, fidgeting in the seat, not knowing what to do.

"Slap!" After a crisp sound, I felt a burning pain on my face. This was the first time he had slapped me.
I exclaimed in surprise, "Ah!" The taxi driver turned his head and looked at my father's imposing manner and my embarrassment.

"Is it good?" My father's voice was authoritative without being angry. The driver was embarrassed and didn't dare to turn his head again,
but I clearly felt him adjust the angle of the rearview mirror.

I knelt on the seat, my back to him, tears streaming down my face.

"Turn around," he whispered. I didn't hesitate and turned around immediately.

"Good boy, lie down," he said, and I obediently lay down, so my face was right between his legs. He stroked
my hair, my face, as if he were really stroking a dog. "Good boy, that's good boy, stick your butt up higher,
baby... that's right..." My head lowered further onto his outstretched hand on the seat,
my tongue involuntarily sticking out to lick his palm.

"Is the slut in heat?" he asked, stroking my hair with his other hand. I didn't answer, and licked even more enthusiastically.

For some reason, there was no traffic in Shanghai today, and it seemed like we arrived at the hotel in just a few minutes. I reluctantly sat
up, fixed my hair and clothes, and got out of the car. That's when I realized my face was covered in saliva. He touched my face again with his
wet hand.

"Don't wipe your face, bitches have no shame." I didn't dare raise my head, nor did I dare wipe it. My whole body
felt .

Luckily, there weren't many people in the lobby, and I followed him towards the elevator.

He opened the door, and I squeezed in first. I wanted to quickly wash my face and see
what he had done to my newly styled hair.

"Come back." For some reason, his voice was unusually cold today.

I stood helplessly in the middle of the room. Looking at his serious face, I slowly backed away.

He closed the door and sat down in the chair by the window.

"You know what to do, right?" he said, a sudden smile appearing on his face.

I shook my head. I couldn't believe he would suddenly ask me to do something he had said a hundred times, something I had refused a thousand times.

"Don't force me to make you go outside and take your clothes off!"

I was terrified. He had never done this in two years. Although I had always hoped he could do it, why did he terrify me like this
today ?

My hands trembled slightly, but I knew what he wanted me to do. I closed my eyes and started undressing.

"Kneel down!"

Once I was down to only my bra and shorts, he suddenly said, "Crawl into the tub and give yourself a good wash, you slut." I had no
choice but to obey.

The water was already filled, and it felt very comfortable. He was watching TV outside, so I didn't dare linger too long and soon came out wrapped
in a towel.

I looked at him with a cheeky grin, hoping to ease the tension and anger. He seemed to be acting strangely today,
with a look of old-fashioned sophistication.

"Kneel down," he said, still expressionless.

"Ugh, why do you always kneel? It's always so gloomy, I hate it." I stood in front of him, ignoring him.

"Come here and kneel properly!"

I did as he said, stubbornly refusing to look at him.

"Take the towel off."

So I knelt naked in front of him.

Kneeling like this, I suddenly didn't lose the feeling of being pampered in his presence. I didn't dare speak,
nor did I dare look at him, obediently keeping my head down. He was fully dressed, while I was completely naked. This contrast made me even more
embarrassed. He didn't speak; the room was unbearably oppressive.

"What's wrong with you?" I finally couldn't hold back anymore and looked up to ask.

He glanced at me and reached out to pinch my already erect nipples. I couldn't help but tremble and lean back.

"Kneel properly!" he said, casually slapping me across the face. It hurt, but I dared not complain. I
groaned and obediently knelt down, his hand tightening, and my cries growing louder.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" he suddenly asked.

"I didn't do anything wrong." I forgot about the slap I had just received and regained my usual arrogance.

A crisp, clean slap followed.

"You're annoying, you always hit me!" I shouted.

"You asked for it. Didn't you want me to discipline you like this? Didn't you want me to punish you for every
mistake? Didn't you complain that I wasn't strict enough with you?" I was speechless. 　　"What are you going to say when we meet at the airport?" "I can't say it

. 　　" 　　He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at his angry gaze. "If you behave properly, I'll..."

"Heaven will keep slapping you to remind you to think it through."

Looking at his raised hand, I shouted, "I said... the bitch is here to serve her master!"

"Okay, the punishment is temporarily noted. Tell me what other mistakes you made?"

"I really don't know..." "

Bitch

, come here." When my master called me, I had been lying on the carpet at the foot of the bed for a long time.
Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, shining comfortably on my naked body.

My master had already eaten, but I was still hungry. Thinking of this, I glared at him unhappily and lay motionless on the carpet
. He didn't speak for a long time. Nervously, I looked up at him. He was looking at me, his gaze gentle. I
knew I could be affectionate, so I slowly got up and walked over.

"Have you ever seen a dog that walks on two legs?!" His voice changed, and I reflexively knelt down, head
bowed.

"Come here," he said, but I crawled between his legs and stopped.

He cupped my face in his hands, stroking and caressing it, my hair almost becoming a tangled mess. I remained silent and
still, closing my eyes to enjoy his caresses. "Slap!" A loud, painful slap landed on my face.

"Why did you hit me?!" I cried out angrily.

"Because Master likes to hit his bitch," he said calmly and naturally. My anger vanished
instantly . Yes, I was just his bitch, not even his only bitch. I had to behave well and please him
to stay by his side. I resigned myself to my fate, tilting my head back and remaining motionless.

"That's a good dog for Master," he said, slapping my face repeatedly. I writhed and groaned
.

"What's wrong? Are you in heat, bitch?" he laughed, slapping even harder.

"Go, fetch Master's bag." He pointed to a large bag next to the TV cabinet. It was huge! I couldn't possibly carry
it; I could only use my teeth to bite it and drag it back. I must have looked ridiculous; even though my back was to him, I
could almost see his smug grin. Ignoring that, my task now was to drag the bag over for him.

"Good boy," he said, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I felt proud. Yes, I was capable; I
could drag such a heavy bag over with my mouth!

"Open the bag." This command timely satisfied my curiosity. It was so heavy, what treasures could it contain
? I immediately reached for the zipper. He kicked me. Ouch! I felt wronged and wanted to cry. "Use your dog mouth." "
He gave a simple command.

I stuck out my buttocks and put my mouth to the zipper. I didn't need to think about anything; I just needed to obey my master's orders.
My naked breasts rubbed against the rough canvas bag, cool and stimulating. I pulled hard, my nipples rubbing against the bag
... I groaned, panted, and drool dripped onto the bag... My master touched my buttocks, slapping them lightly
... I wiggled my buttocks, trying to avoid but also chasing that gentle hand. Unable to resist the stimulation, I lay on the bag
, the zipper head in my mouth, drool and vaginal fluid flowing freely.

My master leaned down, touching my full breasts, and I cried out in pleasure, lying down on the carpet.

"Get up, Lan'er. Master has something to show you." My master spoke so seriously that I quickly shut up and obediently
knelt before him.

"Look at Master." "I realized the seriousness of the situation. This had never happened before. Had I done
something wrong ? Had Master finally decided to keep only one slave and discard me, or was he going to give me to his SM-loving
friends? My mind raced, unable to understand. Yes, because there were so many things about Master I didn't understand,
I was only fit to be his slave, his dog. I was content with my lot; my only fear was that Master would truly abandon
me.

'You said you wouldn't abandon me!' Without thinking, those words blurted out.

'Listen carefully, Lan'er. I used to need a slave daughter, and you were that daughter. I gave you
all the care and love I could, but four years have proven you don't deserve my love, because you are a dog, a
wanton, lowly bitch. What you need is humiliation and trampling…'

I held my breath, listening intently. Master was right. I lowered my head, groveling even lower before him.

'Master has decided that from today onwards, he no longer wants you as his daughter, only the bitch. Are you willing?'" I nodded
eagerly , tears welling in my eyes.

Was this true? I'd always wanted my father to know my thoughts and preferences, things I'd always been too ashamed to say, and
he'd said them to me today? How could he know that my desire to be a bitch was stronger than my desire to be a human?

"Thank you, Daddy," I said sincerely.

"I'm no longer your father. From now on, don't call me Daddy, call me Master. You must also
refer to yourself as a bitch, a lowly dog, understand?"

"The bitch understands, Master." I kowtowed excitedly. "

Alright, from now on, whenever you're with Master, the bitch must wear a collar and nipple clamps.
Master , but you'll have to put them on yourself from now on." "I held onto my master's thighs with both hands, tilted my head, and
stretched possible so that he could put the dog collar on me.

The collar was cool, and it felt nice against my hot skin. My master put
the collar , and I felt a little restricted in my breathing. I liked it; my master knew what I liked, and the dog was so happy!
Next came the nipple clamps. My master first pinched and rubbed them with his hands, making my nipples bigger and harder. I couldn't help but
moan , my legs getting hotter and hotter, and my juices flowing out. The feeling of the nipple clamps was very stimulating, and a little painful.
Even if it hurt, as long as my master liked it, the dog would do it and endure it. I don't know if it was from excitement or arousal, but
I trembled all over.

'You horny, slutty dog.' My master tightened the clamps on my nipples even more... I screamed in pain
. My master ignored me and continued rummaging through his full bag. This time, he held a roll of
tape in his hand. I looked at my master in confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.

'Stick out your paws.'" My face burned. I knew my master meant "hands." "You need to
get used to not using your hands. Master will tie your two paws together, and that way you'll slowly get used to using your dog's mouth
." As he spoke, he used tape to wrap my hands. Soon, my two hands became two balls of tape. I kissed
my master 's hands, grateful for his imagination.

"Hungry, you lowly dog?" My stomach growled at my master's reminder. Swallowing hard, I nodded vigorously
. At that moment, I had long forgotten the pain in my nipples; all I could feel, besides the hunger for food, was sex.
"Yes." If my master could satisfy me now, I could endure another day of hunger. But how could I express my sexual
needs ? I couldn't bring myself to say anything too lewd. Although I knew my master liked seeing me act horny
and hearing me say suggestive things, I tried, but I couldn't. All I could do was moan, moan.
It had been almost thirty minutes since I put the nipple clamps on my body. My nipples were already numb, and all I felt was stimulation and excitement. My only
worry was that the clamps would damage my breasts if left on for too long.

My master carefully examined my nipples, then reached out to pinch the clamps. I was utterly disappointed. He always believed me
. If things continued like this, he would never have a chance to train me into the kind of lowly dog he wanted, no matter how much I wanted to be
his most despicable slave.

But I was wrong. My master tightened the clamps, and I screamed. It was excruciating pain. "
Daddy , it hurts, Daddy, it hurts!" I almost jumped up.

"You lowly dog, think it over before you scream!" My master kicked me to the ground. I was willing to sit down;
kneeling too tiring. "Master, the bitch barked the wrong thing. Please, master, loosen the clamps, it hurts so much!"

"If you bark again, master will put nipple rings on your nipples!" His words stunned me. I knew that whatever he wanted to
do to me, whatever he demanded of me, I had to do. The best way to escape was to obediently listen, so
that master wouldn't think about those extreme ways of dealing with me.

Sitting on the ground, I looked up at master, like a child who had fallen and looked at an adult, hoping the adult would help me
up . But I didn't expect master to help me up; being able to sit like this was already a blessing.

"Spread your legs wider, wider!" Master kicked my feet, spreading my legs as wide as possible. My
hands, wrapped like balls of tape, stood up helplessly. My nipples seemed harder, and my whole body felt hotter and more
uncomfortable. Today I realized that sexual hunger is a thousand times more painful than starvation.

Master reached out and touched my vulva, and I whimpered, my whole body trembling. It was so stimulating, as if I hadn't had an orgasm in years
. Then, my master used two fingers to penetrate my vagina. I cried out excitedly, twisting and writhing, enjoying his
gift. The climax was fast approaching; my vagina gripped his fingers tightly. "You slut, so
much fluid," he said, pulling his fingers away. I wailed in disappointment.

"Get up!" He grabbed my hair and pulled me from my supine position, throbbing with pleasure.
I wanted to cry. I hated him. I wanted it, I wanted it! Why wouldn't he satisfy me? Hadn't I performed
well enough ?!

"Clean your master's hands!" He forced his fingers, wet with my juices, to my lips.
I turned my face away defiantly. "Lick them!" he said, enunciating each word clearly. Stubborn, I forgot
my place. Even kneeling, I spoke with a resounding voice, "I won't!"

He must have been surprised by my answer. After a half-minute pause, he grabbed my hair with one hand to hold my face still
, and with the other, he slapped me repeatedly across the face. Soon I burst into tears. "Daddy,
Daddy, forgive your daughter... Master, this dog was wrong, this dog won't do it again, this dog will lick..." I cried and shouted,
like a child.

Finally, my master stopped. I almost fainted. Because of the pain, hunger, and especially sexual arousal. I kowtowed and
repeated again and again, "Thank you, Daddy, thank you, Master, this dog will never do it again, this dog will lick..."

"Take off Master's socks." Master said calmly, as if he was no longer angry. I breathed a
sigh of relief.

I habitually reached out to take off Master's socks, but looking at my hands covered in tape, I looked at
Master . "Use your dog mouth." I knew that was the only way.

Master's leg was crossed over the other leg. I had to take off the one that was crossed over the other first. I lay down at
Master's feet, using my nose to push Master's pants up, my head to Master's pant leg, my mouth trying to get close to Master's
ankle, again and again, but I could never bite Master's sock top. My head circled around my master's ankle,
hoping to find an easier way. When I lowered my buttocks and vulva very low, adopting a kneeling position,
I finally managed to bite the top of my master's sock! I was thrilled, and carefully dragged the sock top off little by little
! I was so happy!

With the experience of the first sock, the second one was much easier. A few minutes later, I
looked up at .

"Good job. Your master has a reward and will grant you one wish. The reward is to loosen your nipple clamps and
let them rest for 10 minutes. Your wish is that you can lick them now. Now,
present your breasts to your master with your paws." I did as I was told. First, I held my right nipple with my paws, and my master slowly released the clamp. As soon as the clamp left
my nipple , I cried out and tears streamed down my face.

My master put down the clamps and gently massaged both my nipples. He focused intently on checking for
any injuries before gently stroking them. At that moment, I knew that everything I had done for my master was worthwhile.
I vowed to always be my master's most loyal bitch.

"Bitch, you can lick now." My master used one toe to hold my nipple and placed the other near my
mouth . I knew a new task had

begun .

“趴好了！”爸爸大力地拍了下我的屁股。

猛然，一个粗大的阳具插到了我的阴户！“爸—爸！！！”我几乎用尽全力
喊出这一句。。。……爸爸从后面操着我，一手抓住了我的头发，迫使我不得不
向后仰着头。另一只手，爸爸，打着我的屁股。“贱货，给我数！”

啪！

“一，谢谢爸爸”

啪！

“二，谢谢爸爸！”

啪！

“三十，谢谢爸爸！”

我哭喊着，数着，泪水，口水，淫水都留着出来。。。

当爸爸拽着我的头发，把我的嘴巴对准他的阳具的时候，我顺从地张开嘴巴，
等待着爸爸射到母狗的嘴巴里。

还是很猛烈，很粘稠，但是味道却不那麽刺鼻难忍了。我始终张着嘴巴等着
爸爸，等着我的主人的下一个命令。

“去，吐到老地方。”于是我又乖乖地爬到桌子下面把精液吐到了骨头和沙
拉上。

“过来，给爸爸清理乾净。”于是我小心地用狗抓子捧着爸爸的阳具，舔着，
吸着，知道确定没有淫水，没有精液在上面，才擡头看着爸爸，希望得到表扬。

“母狗今天表现非常好，爸爸奖励母狗吃加了特殊作料的狗食。”

“母狗谢谢爸爸。”

“好了，去吃吧，我的狗是该饿了。”

我把屁股转给爸爸：“爸爸，把震动棒取出来好不好？”

“骚狗，带着尾巴吃！”

我知道再央求也是没用的，加上也是太饿了，我顺从地爬到桌子下面。

“我想喝水，爸爸”看着盘子里那不够一口喝的水，我更渴了。

“只有那些，舔乾净了！”

没舔几下，盘子底就干了。吃水果沙拉吧，水份多些，管它是不是能弄满脸
的色拉呢，反正我是条狗，就象爸爸说的，狗都是不要脸的。好香，好甜啊，我
完全没有在意上面的精液，那是爸爸爲我加的特殊作料，让我越吃越感觉自己的
卑微，下贱。

吃饱了，所有洞洞都吃饱了的感觉真好！吃完了盘子里所有食物我心满意足
地从桌子下面爬出来。

爸爸摸着我满是色拉和肉末的脸说“母狗是不是更喜欢叫主人爸爸？”突然
我意识到，在性兴奋中，我一直叫错。“对不起，主人，母够又叫错了，是太兴
奋，母狗忘了。。。”

“主人没有生气，主人也喜欢母狗叫主人爸爸。你是我的女儿，也是我的母
狗，你可以叫主人，也可以叫爸爸。”

“太好了爸爸，谢谢主人，谢谢爸爸，爸爸真好！”我由衷地欢呼起来，亲
吻着爸爸的手。

五

屁眼里剧烈的震动把我从睡梦中惊醒。睁开眼睛，天已经大亮了。爸爸坐在
床沿，正手握震动棒的遥控器对我笑呢。这时才想起来，昨夜我是戴着震动棒和
项圈睡觉的。趴在地上，我扭动着屁股，却不敢用手去动那可恶的震动棒。“爸
爸。。。”一张嘴，我就感到了嗓子眼里冒火一样的难受。“爸爸，母狗口渴，
想喝水。”想想真是的，来上海，连水都不让和喝够，差劲。

“想喝水吗，等爸爸给你拿。”爸爸笑着把茶几上的纸杯递给我。是淡黄的
象茶水一样的液体。只有一口的样子。

“太少了，要一大杯！”我实在太渴了，也顾不上怕爸爸训斥了。“先喝了
这些再说。”爸爸的脾气今天出奇的好。

因爲爪子是包起来的，纸杯又太深没办法探头进去舔，爸爸就把我半抱起来，
把水杯放到我的嘴边。“来，乖狗，喝水了。”他小心地把水往我嘴里倒，我大
口喝着。其实也就一口，没喝出味道水就没了。

“还要，爸爸，母狗还要！”我耍起赖来。

“知道刚才喝的是什麽吗？那是爸爸的圣水。从今天起，只要和爸爸在一起，
你能喝的只有爸爸的圣水，知道吗？”

我惊讶地半天没合上嘴巴，突然觉得恶心的想吐。“你讨厌，恶心，你讨厌！”
我不顾一切地大叫。从地毯上爬起来，用牙齿把手上缠绕的胶带打开，然后拔出
屁眼里的震动棒扔在他面前。

“我不干了，不玩了！”

他沈默地看我做完这一切。“你想好了吗？”他说的很平静。

“我，我不知道。”很理亏地我不敢看他。

“母狗，你过来。”他说的依然很平静。

被催眠了一样，我耷拉着脑袋朝他走去，习惯性地跪在他的两腿中间。爸爸
用一只手托起我的脸，另有只手左右开工地打着我的耳光。他是生气了，用力好
大，超过了我的忍受范围，我大叫，求饶，但是不敢也不能躲避。

“闭嘴！在叫我就加倍惩罚！”

我就这样跪着，四腿着地，被爸爸打着耳光，脸好疼好热，我感觉好象是肿
了起来。可是我不敢动更不敢喊，只有闭着眼睛忍着，从心理乞求爸爸停手，在
心理求爸爸饶恕我的错。。。可是爸爸听不到，他继续打着。。。

不知道打了多少下，是手疼了吧，爸爸停止了。我趴了下去，咚咚地给爸爸
磕着头。好多话要说的，可是脸和嘴巴都是麻木的，我说不出话来了，泪水随口
水一起流到了我的胸前。

“母狗跪好了！”

我马上跪直了身子，两条前爪按爸爸吩咐的放到脖子后叉起来。这样我的狗
奶子就很突兀地挺了出去。我知道爸爸正在看它们，我挺得更高了。

“贱狗，你胆子越来越大了，竟敢摔主人，你真是太放肆了！你不是一直不
同意主人鞭打你的狗奶子吗？今天我就要打，每个狗奶子各打20下，如果你不愿
意可以马上离开，如果在打的过程中你躲避或者坚持不到底，我们的缘分也到此
结束。你想清楚。”

想都没想，我沙哑地说“母狗请爸爸打母狗的奶子，请爸爸惩罚母狗”

爸爸去拿鞭子了，我紧张地浑身颤抖。爸爸的鞭子是24条皮条编的，即使打
屁股以前我也没承受这麽多的，现在一个奶子打20下，我不知道是不能坚持下来。
可是有什麽办法呢，谁让自己突然犯神经惹爸爸发火呢。错了就要惩罚，我知道
的。怎麽惩罚是爸爸说了算了，既然爸爸要这样惩罚母狗，我也只好接受了。何
况如果不接受或者坚持不到惩罚结束，爸爸都会不要我的。我能怎样，只有接受，
无论多严酷的惩罚都要全部接受。我不要离开爸爸，我不要失去爸爸。即使要喝
再多的圣水我也会做到的，我不要离开爸爸。。。可是现在说什麽都晚了。

“母狗，准备好了吗？”

我哭了起来。“爸爸，母狗准备好了。”我浑身颤抖，连牙齿相碰的声音都
是那麽清脆，我紧张到了极点，两个乳头却耸立饱涨起来。我暗骂它们不知死活。

“给爸爸数好了，如果忘数或者数错了，就从头开始！”

啪

“一，谢谢爸爸！”

“二，谢谢爸爸！”

。。。。。。。。。

当最后一鞭结束，我便晕了过去。不是因爲疼痛，更多的是对鞭打乳房的恐
惧和万一坚持不到底被爸爸抛弃的恐惧。在眩晕中，我感到了爸爸温柔的嘴唇，
舌尖在我肿胀的乳房上游走，泪水不争气地又流了出来。躺在爸爸怀里，我痛快
地哭着。“母狗错了爸爸，原谅母狗，不要抛弃……我的嗓子哑了，嘴巴好干。

“母狗想喝爸爸的圣水水。”我羞涩地请求着。

爸爸看着我肿胀的脸蛋和乳房，叹了口气，把我扶着跪了起来。我背靠着墙，
双手环着爸爸的双腿，张大嘴巴等着爸爸的恩赐。。。

六

“母狗，准备好了！”爸爸说着将几巴最准了母狗的嘴巴。我紧张地张大嘴
巴，眼睛闭的紧紧地。圣水仿佛以很高的速度冲到母狗嘴巴里，第一秒钟，我分
明感觉到它冲击我舌面的疼痛。我吞咽着，没来得及品尝它的味道，第二口又满
了，我以最快速度喝着爸爸恩赐的圣水。它完全没有书上网上说的那种苦涩腥骚
的味道。不是很好喝，但是绝对不难喝。和爸爸经历了这麽多，我想即使再难喝，
只要是爸爸给予的，我都会满怀感恩的心情领受的，无论是一顿鞭打还是一杯圣
水，我都会把它当作爸爸给母狗的最高奖赏。

毕竟是第一次喝爸爸的圣水，又是这样直接射进嘴里，母狗只喝到了一半。
虽然不时改变狗嘴角度来迎接爸爸的圣水，还是有一部分射到了母狗的脸上，胸
脯上。咽下最后一口圣水，母狗顾不上抹一把正从母狗头发、脸上往下滴的尿液，
马上前爬一步，含住爸爸的几巴亲吻起来，舔乾净龟头上残留的尿液。

“脏狗，去浴室，爸爸给你洗乾净了好带你出去吃饭。”

一边往浴室爬我一边乐。终于不用在房间里趴桌子下面吃饭了。出去吃，总
不可能还让我当狗吧，这下我也可以好好做回人，象人一样的坐在椅子上吃饭！
很快我就想好了要点的菜了。太饿了，我要点一桌子菜，让他好好破费一把。

“爬到浴缸里去。”爸爸拍着我的屁股指挥着。浴缸比普通的深些，我好容
易侧身爬了进去，保持着四肢着地的姿势。

“乖，不要动，爸爸给母狗洗澡。”

我感激地看了爸爸一眼，又垂下头等着。

水温很合适，我趴着，爸爸用慢水冲着我的头发，乳房，小腹和阴户，就这
样一直很温柔地冲下去。我是一条母狗，正在享受着爸爸的爱抚。我的嘴巴追着
爸爸的手，舌头伸着，急切地想舔爸爸的手掌。。。我不是善于言谈的，我不知
道狗都是怎样表达它们对主人的感激之情的，但是我，一条爸爸造就的母狗，我
能想到的向爸爸表达我的忠心的方式，除了做任何爸爸要我做的事情，就是伸出
我的狗的舌头，长长地伸出来，舔爸爸的手掌，和爸爸身体的任何爸爸允许母狗
舔的部位。

“站直了，母狗！”也许是看我太享受了吧，爸爸突然严厉命令。“腿分开，
手放脖子后面。”

于是，我站在浴缸里，手放脖子后面交叉，腿分开到最大限度注视准备的姿
势面对着爸爸。爸爸把水流调到最高速，一手举喷头冲击着我的乳头，另一个手
捏着另一个乳头。爸爸调整着手上的力度，母狗的淫叫声音也随爸爸手劲而高低
起伏。

“站直了，贱货！”我受不了这样的刺激摇晃起来。爸爸关了水，开始用巴
掌扇母够的乳房。我嚎叫着，躲闪着。“你再敢动一动，我就把你绑起来打！”
我是尝过被爸爸绑起来打屁股的滋味的，四肢绑到床的四角，或者四肢绑到一起，
让我不能移动丝毫地享受惩罚，太可怕。最可怕的是一次我顶嘴，爸爸把我的双
腿从脚腕绑到大腿跟，手从手腕绑到胳膊肘，然后吊起来让我只能脚尖点地，打
屁股和后背。我被打的求饶不停，可是爸爸还没解气，最后还用夹子夹住我的两
个乳头，在中间挂一大瓶矿泉水！这次是我最惨痛的教训。

这次的挨揍也让我得出结论：不要试图说服爸爸，不要企图反抗爸爸，在爸
爸面前不要有一丝不驯顺，否则，就等着挨揍吧。虽然在挨揍的时候，母狗每次
都是淫水流个不停，可是每次挨揍，无论我怎麽想被操，即使被假阴茎或者爸爸
的手指操，爸爸都不满足我。所以，最好的方法是，乖乖表现，好好讨好爸爸，
让爸爸高兴，那母狗也可以舒服了。如果鞭打不是爸爸生气时给予的惩罚，而是
爸爸心情好，或者母狗表现好的奖赏，那麽高潮也会被允许的。跟爸爸这些年，
我也学乖了，想当初他总说我是头强驴呢。

“用你的狗爪子扒开骚逼。”我不敢犹豫，用手扒开大阴唇，不知道爸爸接
下来要干什麽。

爸爸调低了水温，猛地朝母狗的阴蒂冲去。我“啊……啊……”地叫着，浑
身剧烈地颤抖起来。爸爸没有理会这些，越来越猛地冲着。

“爸爸。。。爸爸。。。饶了母狗。。。爸爸。。。爸爸”强烈刺激下，我
大脑一片空白，唯一能叫出的只有“爸爸，母狗”这两个词。。。我要疯狂了，
爸爸让我变成一条母狗，一条爲了性而疯狂的母狗了。

一定是我的表情变得怪异了，我的身体变得僵直了，否则爸爸是不会知道我
马上高潮的。结果在这关键时候，爸爸把水关掉了。我的淫叫缓缓停下，手不由
自主地去摸已经充血肿胀的阴蒂。母狗马上就要高潮了，在给母狗10秒钟，爸爸。。。
我从内心乞求着，手动得更快了。

啪，啪！在我闭眼迎接高潮的这一瞬间，爸爸打了我两耳光。好疼，我马上
闭嘴，手也垂了下来。好难受，好难受！

“爸爸，母狗要，爸爸，求求爸爸操母狗高潮。。。”我几乎是哭喊着跪到
浴缸里……我从没想到我会这样爲任何事哀求任何人。即使是他，我崇拜的主人，
我挚爱的爸爸。我一直以爲自己即使做奴做狗都是高贵的高雅的有风度的，我没
想到今天我竟然会爲了一次高潮而放下我营造了三十多年的形象。也许你会问，
你都给人家做奴，做狗了，还有什麽形象，什麽自尊啊，其实不是的。人和动物
是分等的。人是分三六九等的，我想奴和狗也分的。我认爲我应该是那种比较高
等的奴和狗的。可是今天，当我跪着哭喊着乞求高潮的时候，我知道了，在爸爸
面前我什麽也不是了，只是一条最低等，最下贱的狗。

七

缺少高潮的性刺激对母狗来说是最大的折磨，它甚与鞭打挨饿等任何惩罚。
我跪趴在浴缸里久久不愿起来。保持这个姿势，母狗可以尽情回味爸爸用水给母
狗带来的强烈的刺激。。。我不在意自己狂热下贱的样子。在爸爸面前自己就是
条狗，还要费心保持什麽脸面呢。我就这样跪着，趴着，两腿小心地往一起凑，
企望爸爸会不在意母狗夹紧大腿来摩擦充血的阴唇，满足饥渴的阴户。我悄悄努
力着，完全忘掉了爸爸还在注视着。

“起来，你这条骚狗！”随着爸爸怒气冲冲地吼声，我头皮一阵发麻。爸爸
扯着我的头发把我往浴缸外拖。疼痛掩盖了性欲，我哭嚎着，顺爸爸手劲爬出浴
缸。“骚狗，让你发搔，今天让你骚个够！”没听懂爸爸的意思，但是我知道他
是生气发火了。我的心也提到了嗓子眼，暗骂自己是太骚太贱，爲了满足自己，
竟敢当爸爸面手淫，犯了大忌。“爸爸，母狗不敢手淫了，爸爸。。。母狗不敢

我不知道爸爸要怎麽处罚我，可是我知道无论爸爸想怎麽处罚，我都必须接
受必须完成。现在我唯一能做的，就是乞求爸爸的宽恕。我知道违背爸爸命令手
淫的本身就是大错，何况我竟敢当爸爸面手淫，简直胆大包天。我不敢奢望爸爸
能原谅我，即使我的哭求能让爸爸的怒气减去一分，那麽我也心满意足了。我想
让爸爸紧紧地把我绑起来，狠狠地打一顿出气。母狗本来就是爸爸出气的工具的，
何况还是母狗惹爸爸生气了。可是现在，爸爸拖我到坐便器。。。这是我从来没
想过的，我没有洁癖，可是。。。

“母狗，狗爪自抱紧坐便器，屁股撅起来！”爸爸说着，朝我的屁股踢了一
脚。爸爸的拖鞋，不是太疼，可是我甯原爸爸穿着皮鞋，狠狠地踢我，狠狠地打
我。我乖乖地照做。双臂环抱坐便器，屁股撅起来，这样我的头就探到了坐便器
里面了，鼻子正好碰到水面。我恐惧地呜咽起来。我知道求饶是没用的，只有乖，
听话，用行动向爸爸证明我的驯顺我的强烈的奴性，爸爸才可能从轻处罚我。

爸爸不说话，我哭喊一会也停止了。太紧张了，我浑身颤抖起来，屁股也控
制不住地左右摆动。虽然紧闭着嘴巴，虽然每天清晨都有服务员给坐便器消毒，
可是我分明闻到了大便小便应有的气味。紧闭眼睛，我分明看到坐便器里的脏东
西由下往上越升越多。。。

“啊。。。……”我恐怖地大叫，继而松开环抱的坐便器，跌坐在地。“爸
爸，母狗再也不敢了。。。爸爸，爸爸，爸爸。。。”我断断续续地叫着，喊着。

如果此时能让我趴在爸爸怀里，那我就是天下最幸福的狗了。可是我惹爸爸
生气了，他还没有好好惩罚我。。。如果表现不好，爸爸会把我扔掉的。我知道
他不只我这一条狗，当初收我的时候他说不在意多我一个，那麽如果我表现总是
令他失望。。。我恐惧地摇摇头，希望把自己这个念头晃出脑外，但是我知道，
爸爸是不会在乎少一条不听话的狗的。

“出来，贱货。”不知道什麽时候爸爸已经到客厅了。我马上顺声音爬过去。

跪在爸爸跨下，我因爲紧张和痛苦而颤抖着。不再哭泣也不喊叫，只是静静
得等待爸爸的宣判。我会就此失去服侍取悦爸爸的机会吗？我不知道，我什麽都
不能想，脑子里翁翁做响，一片空白。我唯一能做的，就是匍匐在爸爸脚下，颤
抖着，等待着爸爸的决定。

“兰儿，你知道错了吗？”爸爸摸着我的头发，声音很温柔。

不知道爲什麽，我顿时大哭起来。跪在爸爸跨下，头扑在爸爸的阳具上，我
哭得酣畅淋漓。爸爸不说话，只是摸着我的头发，我的脊背，任我哭着，爸爸一
定知道母狗是用哭泣在向爸爸忏悔。

８

“知道错在哪了吗？”爸爸和蔼的问。

“母狗知道了，爸爸。”声音很低，但是很忠心。

“说，哪错了！”爸爸的声音高了些，也严厉了些。

“母狗不该不经过爸爸允许就手淫，母狗应该先伺候爸爸然后才可以请求爸
爸同意母狗满足自己。。。”母狗越说声音越低。

“贱货，去，继续刚才的惩罚！”

母狗呆住了。以爲经过刚才的痛哭反省，爸爸会饶恕母狗了。没有说话，更
不敢辩解，明知道这个惩罚有多麽恐怖，还是顺从地往厕所爬去。这一刻，母狗
感到前所未有的悲哀。母狗否定了自己三十多年学习生活工作中的一切努力一切
成就。一个人，如果连做奴做狗都不能让主人满意，它还能干什麽呢？从客厅到
洗手间的这段距离变的好长，母狗低着头爬着，反思着。

坐便器变的好大，好邪恶。可是母狗不敢犹豫，环抱着这个恶魔，努力地撅
起屁股，探下头，等待着爸爸下一个命令。

屋里很静，母狗都能听到自己在坐便器里呼吸和呻吟的回声。呼吸声慢慢变
得粗重，呻吟声变的淫荡起来，坐便器挤压着的乳头变的敏感瘙痒起来，翘着的
赤裸的屁股不安分地扭动起来，不知不觉母狗淫叫的声音更大了，伴着淫叫，屁
股也扭得更欢了。这时的母狗，几乎忘掉了自己的鼻子触及的是冲厕所的水，双
手环抱的是被无数人蹲过坐过的酒店的坐便器，唯一想到的就是，母狗这样做是
在平息爸爸的怒气，是在讨好爸爸，爸爸喜欢看他的母狗这淫荡下贱的样子。

“啊……啊……”当爸爸的手接触母狗的屁股，母狗触电似地双腿发抖，更
大声地叫了起来。。。

“贱货，你这个骚货！”爸爸说着就开始打母狗的屁股，是用手打的，很舒
服很清脆的声音……母狗叫着，扭着，迎接着爸爸的手掌。。。“我让你发骚，
我让你发贱，你个骚狗！”

爸爸边骂边打，听着爸爸羞辱的骂，享受着爸爸手掌的击打，母狗淫叫的更
响了，骚水流地更多了，不知不觉，母狗的屁股翘得更高，头垂得更低……于是
母狗的额头母狗的脸便伸到了水里。爸爸每打一下，母狗的头便在水里颤抖一下，
听着水响和自己的淫荡的叫声，感受着屁股火辣的刺激和乳房与坐便器的挤压，
母狗的高潮要来了。。。

“爸爸，母狗要高潮……爸爸。。。求求爸爸。。。”

爸爸停止了。母狗的心也沈到底了。不敢动，依然抱着坐便器，母狗喘息着，
慢慢平服。母狗在接受惩罚，是不该享受高潮的。母狗太骚太贱了，竟然在爸爸
惩罚自己的时候想要高潮。

突然母狗感到脖子上有温水流下来，想看，可是不敢动，只能任由那温水由
上而下地从母狗的脖子流到头发，脸上，鼻子嘴巴上。母狗闻到出来了。。。是
爸爸在撒尿，爸爸把圣水撒在了母狗的头上。母狗感到了圣水的温暖，伸长脖子
任圣水流着，头发里流动的圣水让母狗的头皮好痒，母狗聚集所有神经，仔细体
味着圣水的流动。。。

“骚狗，好好洗洗你的狗头，狗脸！”爸爸用脚睬着母狗的头往下压，母狗
不可以反抗，只有紧闭眼睛，屏住呼吸。。。终于爸爸饶了母狗，把脚拿开了，
母狗没命地呜呜大叫起来。

“爸爸要放水冲狗头了，你给我老实呆好！”爸爸警告着，盖上了坐便器盖
子，按下水阀。在大水马上来临前，母狗感到脸上有凉风吹过，没有多想母狗仰
起头，这样，水冲在了母狗下垂的头发和狗脸上，水流好猛，打的狗脸好疼。。。

趴在洗手间地上，母狗头上身上都是圣水和冲厕水，头发贴在狗头狗脸上，
母狗趴着，哆嗦着，呜咽着，和冬日里的流浪狗没有区别。

“过来，狗儿。”爸爸在客厅唤他的狗了。

母狗马上精神了许多，满怀希望地朝爸爸爬去。爸爸还是坐在沙发上，还是
那麽舒适地，穿着那麽得体，那麽威严。母狗爬过去，见到爸爸穿拖鞋的脚，便
伸出舌头津津有味地舔起来。舔的那麽香甜，仿佛是在吃盼望已久的美味。

爸爸不置可否地由母狗舔着，吸吮着。母狗有忘情地淫叫起来。

“狗永远都是狗，你只配做狗，做最下贱的狗！”爸爸用另一只脚揉搓着母
狗的骚逼，母狗配合地把双腿张开到最大，把骚穴最大限度地展示给爸爸。。。
爸爸的脚趾在母狗的骚穴周边游走，母狗左右上下移动着骚逼迎接着爸爸，盼望
爸爸能用脚趾送自己到快乐颠峰。

猛地爸爸的脚趾插到母狗的骚洞了，母狗大叫一声松开了含在嘴里的脚趾。
爸爸一脚踢在母狗的奶子上，母狗叫着，顺势仰躺在地。爸爸站了起来，一脚插
母狗的骚逼，一脚在踩在母狗的脸上，母狗淫叫着，沈醉在爸爸的蹂躏之中。

母狗完全没有防备，爸爸迅速地把电动阳具插到了母狗的骚洞里。。。那是
怎样的一种美呀！母狗欢叫着，爸爸的脚踩着母狗的奶子，搓着母狗的脸，，，
那是怎样的一种爱抚啊！

“爸爸。。。爸爸。。。”爸爸用他的特殊的爱，用他的脚，把母狗带到了
天堂。。。在sm天堂里，除了爸爸，我一无所有；除了爸爸，我无所顾忌；在这
天堂里，我变成了一条爸爸满意的好狗。。。

９

再有两个小时就是约好和客户见面的时间了。爸爸把母狗牵到浴室，说要母
狗好好洗掉身上的骚臭味，别给中国人丢脸。

这次和爸爸在一起的不到二十四个小时，母狗除了接受调教就是洗澡了，但
是要去见客户，还是要好好洗乾净的，特别是一直跪趴在地毯上的膝盖和匍匐在
地的乳房。躺在浴缸里，母狗想象着和客户见面的情景，熟悉着要谈的问题，但
是，总是被脑海里不时浮现爸爸调教母狗的情景打段，母狗晃晃头，希望把调教
暂且甩到一边，可是没有成功。

母狗感谢了爸爸允许母狗站立的请求，然后爸爸监督母狗化装，换衣服。当
母狗穿上西装套裙站在爸爸面前的时候，爸爸满意地点了点头。
对母狗说过，狗就要有个狗的样子，狗无论穿上什麽，都还是狗，只是变的更滑
稽，更让他有兴趣调教了。

“趴爸爸腿上。”爸爸的声音很平和，母狗放松地横着爬到爸爸腿上，双手
和双脚各垂到爸爸腿两侧。

爸爸撩起母狗的裙子，慢慢褪下母狗的丝袜和短裤，抚摩着母狗的屁股。以
这种姿势被爸爸摸，母狗羞辱地满面通红，禁不住呻吟起来。

啪，啪，啪。。。冷不防，爸爸温柔的爱抚变成了狂暴地击打，母狗嚎叫着，
淫水留了出来。爸爸打的更凶了。。。

“起来，跪下！”

短裤和丝袜掉到了母狗的脚腕，母狗没有理会，就直直地跪倒在爸爸跨下。
爸爸左手托着母狗的下巴，右手摸着母狗的脸和头发。

“知道爸爸爲什麽打你屁股吗？”

“因爲爸爸喜欢打母狗屁股。”母狗得意地说，完全不在意屁股还火辣辣地
疼。

“错了，爸爸更喜欢打狗脸。现在不打，是因爲你要去见客人，把你狗脸该
挨的揍记到屁股上，等回来补上。如果你敢不好好工作，出了任何差错，爸爸就
加倍惩罚，把你的狗脸打肿，打烂！”

“知道了，爸爸。”母狗惶恐地说。

“张嘴，好好舔。”爸爸手里多了个小番茄。

母狗莫名其妙地舔了起来。不明白爸爸指令没关系，但是一定要按照命令去
做，否则就麻烦大了。母狗专注地舔着，眼睛盯着那小小的番茄，疑惑爸爸让母
狗这样做的原因。

“好了，撅起屁股，两手扒开屁股。”爸爸说的很平和，仿佛让我吃掉这个
番茄一样的正常。母狗照做。

突然，母狗感到屁眼一阵凉爽，于是意识到，爸爸是把那个母狗舔过的番茄
塞到了母狗的屁眼里了。塞的过程好舒服啊，母狗的手继续扒开着屁股，希望爸
爸继续。

“跪好了！”爸爸拍了拍狗屁股。“知道爸爸爲什麽要给你塞上东西吗？”

母狗摇头。

“你记着，无论你在哪里，在做什麽，你都是爸爸的性奴，爸爸的狗。让狗
嘴舔完小番茄，然后塞到狗屁眼里，爸爸是要你记住，即使在和客人谈判的时候，
你也是爸爸的狗，你要好好做，让爸爸爲有你这条够感到骄傲，知道吗？”

“母狗知道了，谢谢爸爸！”母狗磕着头，感激地说。

“好了，收拾出发吧。”

。。。

和客人的谈判是紧张而压抑的。他们来了两个人，用不大流畅的英语和母狗
交谈，好在母狗听力不错，仔细听懂他们所的意思，品位他们没说出的寓意。两
个小时后，大家明显疲惫懈怠起来。可是每当母狗感觉累了，活动身子，扭动屁
股，都会感到那个藏在秘密地方的小番茄，于是母狗马上信心倍增，精神百倍，
因爲它知道，它的爸爸在支援着它，在鼓励着它，在督促着它努力，再努力！

１０

回到酒店已经是午夜了。屁眼里的小番茄早已不知去向了，一点也感觉不到
它的存在了。但是当母狗和客人告别，一转身，马上就想到了爸爸，想到爸爸给
母狗的屁眼塞番茄说的话——它是个标志，是母狗身份的象徵，母狗不可以一时
得意忘形。母狗无论在工作上有什麽成就，在爸爸面前，还是骚狗一条。

爸爸已经躺下了，母狗只有小心翼翼地挪进房间，洗洗睡觉。地毯上的狗窝
爸爸已经给母狗准备好了，母狗叹口气，准备躺下去。明天就要回去了，母狗好
希望能到床上，睡在爸爸的怀抱里。可是，母狗不敢，爸爸已经给母狗准备好窝
了，母狗只有在爸爸的床尾睡了。

这是和爸爸分别将近两个月的见面。因爲业务关系，母狗经常要到上海来见
外商或者参观展览。以前没和爸爸在一起的时候，每次来上海，母狗都是犹豫再
三，实在推脱不掉才来，因爲母狗怕孤单寂寞，也不愿意离开家。

可是自从四年前做了爸爸的奴，每次有机会来上海，母狗都是迫不及待地告
诉爸爸，每次都尽量争取多呆一天，哪怕是多呆一个晚上。明天上午就要离开了，
不知道离开后，还要等多久才能再来接受爸爸面对面的调教。爸爸说，母狗就是
爸爸的私物，是伺候爸爸的工具，是爸爸脚下的贱货，母狗活着的唯一作用就是
带给爸爸乐趣。可是，母狗又何尝不是从爸爸的调教中得到乐趣？随着越来越深
的调教，母狗也更深切地体会到爸爸的良苦用心，也更能享受爸爸的调教。

“兰儿，到床上来。”爸爸的声音突然响起，惊醒了沈思的母狗。

“是，爸爸。”母狗欢快地答应着，从床尾朝爸爸爬去。“谢谢爸爸！”母
狗吻着爸爸的手，跪在爸爸身边。

“屁眼里的东西还在吗？”爸爸摸着母狗的奶子问。

“不，爸爸。。。”

“什麽？好好说！”

“爸爸，母狗刚才洗澡，顺便拉出去了。”意识到问题的严重性，母狗的声
音明显低了下去。

“你再说一遍！”爸爸的声音高了起来，摸母狗奶子的手也停了下来。

“爸爸，母狗错了，爸爸。。。”爸爸抓的母狗奶子生疼，伴着恐惧和疼痛，
母狗大叫。

“跪到地毯上，骚货！”

母狗乖乖地爬了下去。爸爸又坐到了那个沙发上，双腿夹紧母狗。母狗看着
爸爸发怒的脸，禁不住哆嗦起来。

“爸爸，母狗知道错了，爸爸，求爸爸再给母狗屁眼里塞番茄，求求爸爸。。。”
母狗哀求着，可是爸爸无动于衷。

“去，把包给我叼过来！”母狗不敢懈怠，马上爬去把包给爸爸拖了过来，
然后老老实实地跪回到爸爸两腿间。

爸爸从包里抽出了绳子，是一大捆红色的绳子，以前母狗惹爸爸生气的时候
用它绑过母狗的，母狗恐惧地闭上了眼睛。

爸爸把绳子先套在母狗脖子上，然后又把母狗的胳膊往后绑过去，又用绳子
从根部缠住母狗的奶子。母狗的身体随爸爸的用力方向配合着转动。明知道哀求
没有，可是还是忍不住一遍遍叫着“爸爸，爸爸”，希望爸爸能发慈悲。

很快，母狗的胳膊就被向后高高吊起了，腿被爸爸踢开分别绑在床腿和门上，
母狗的奶子也被绑得向前突出好远，由于胳膊吊得太高，母狗的头不得不向下低
垂着。爸爸绑得好紧，母狗停止呻吟，扭动着胳膊，腿，以求获得一点活动空间。

爸爸用手指当梳子，向后梳着母狗的头发，母狗感激地伸出舌头，追舔着爸
爸的手。猛地，爸爸抓住几乎母狗所有头发，往后拽，母狗的脸仰了起来。。。
母狗惊恐地张大嘴巴看着爸爸，不知道爸爸要怎样处置这条犯错的狗。

“你这条骚狗，爸爸说过要把你嘴巴欠的打先记到狗屁股上，本来想你也累
了，让你好好休息一晚上，结果你竟然不请示就私自把爸爸放进去的东西给拉出
来，你是找打呀！”爸爸说着，左右开弓地打起母狗耳光来。

“呜。。。呜。。。”母狗说不出话，不敢也没办法求饶，只有嚎叫着，浑
身颤抖迎接爸爸的手掌。。。母狗的嗓子哑了，脸发烧，发麻，爸爸还是一下紧
一下慢地打着。爸爸在享受这个过程。清脆的耳光声，伴随着母狗的嚎叫，爸爸
的呼吸急促起来，母狗也浑身燥热，下面也淫水泛滥了。

爸爸终于停止了，松开了抓母狗头发的手，把打母狗耳光的右手放到母狗嘴
边。母狗伸出舌头舔着，哭着，喊着，“谢谢爸爸，谢谢爸爸。。。”

爸爸的手又回到母狗的奶子上。绑起来的奶子变得格外敏感，爸爸轻轻碰一
下，母狗都刺激得呻吟，何况爸爸两手都在母狗的奶头上揉捏着，母狗叫的更欢
更响了。头皮和脸的疼痛，只是让这刺激更让母狗难以抗拒。母狗的乳头越来越
硬，越来越挺了，爸爸捏得也越来越用力了。爸爸最知道怎样刺激他的狗的。

爸爸的手停止了，但是母狗的淫叫还在继续着。母狗完全没有注意爸爸在什
麽时候把一对铃铛挂在了母狗的乳头上。铃铛伴随着母狗身体的扭动而发出悦耳
的铃声。母狗醉了。挂上铃铛，就象路边跑的真狗那样，动一动就响起来，提示
主人，他的狗的位置。。。这一刻，母狗的脑海里只有一条狗的影子，一条脖子
上挂着铃铛，主人牵着在路边溜弯的狗。。。

爸爸松开了母狗的胳膊和腿上的绳子。母狗腿一软，瘫坐在爸爸脚下。“起
来。”爸爸踢了母狗一脚，不重，正好踢在母狗奶子上，铃铛就又悦耳地响起来。

“把这些小番茄塞到狗屁眼里！”爸爸说着把一个装满番茄的杯子放到母狗
面前。

“爸爸，母狗不敢了呀，爸爸，太多了，求求爸爸。。。”母狗恐惧地看着
那杯番茄，哀求着爸爸。

“十二个，不多，再废话就十六个！”爸爸的声音是不容置疑地。“舔，先
舔湿了再塞！”

母狗只有照做，不舔湿也放不进去的。母狗先挑了个小的舔好，然后一手扒
看屁眼，一手往里塞。。。

一个，两个，三个。。。母狗就这样舔着，塞着，专注地做着。随着数量增
多，母狗的淫水也更多地流了出来。。。

六个，七个，八个。。。母狗实在塞不进去了，喘息着趴在地毯上，乳头的
铃铛也停止了晃动。

“继续，贱狗！”原来爸爸还在监督着，母狗只有再次趴好，舔第九个，然
后更用力地把它塞进去……

终于塞完了，母狗已经浑身是汗了。趴在爸爸脚下，母狗舔着爸爸的脚趾，
呜咽着，泪水与淫水齐下。。。

１１

母狗呜咽着，舔着爸爸的脚趾，乳头的铃铛随母狗身体移动发出脆响，这响
声让母狗有了更深的做狗的感觉。“我就是一条贱狗，是一条离不开爸爸的贱狗，
谢谢爸爸允许母狗舔主人脚趾……”，母狗越想越兴奋，做爸爸现实的狗是它的
梦想，而现在，这梦想终于成爲现实，它多希望爸爸能够操它这条爲爸爸，爲性
而疯狂着的骚狗啊。母狗想着，舔的也更卖力了，奶子也有意地晃起来，让那铃
声更清脆些，更响亮些。。。

“爸爸，爸爸。。。”母狗不敢求爸爸草，只有用狗奶子拼命蹭着爸爸的腿，
舌头也从爸爸脚趾往上舔着。

爸爸没动，任母狗发着骚。

母狗舔着，顺爸爸脚趾，小腿，大腿，一直到母狗做梦都想的圣地。母狗把
头埋在爸爸的跨间，深呼吸着，淫叫着，狂吻着。。。“爸爸……爸爸……爸爸。。。”
母狗双手捧着爸爸的阳具亲吻着，舔着，吸吮着，啧啧的声响伴着母狗的浪叫在
屋里回响。。。爸爸的阳具终于昂起了头，怒挺起来。母狗期待地喊着爸爸，情
不自禁地劈开腿，等待爸爸的进入。。。

“趴下！”爸爸甩了母狗一个耳光。

母狗赶紧撅起屁股，等待爸爸从后面进入，这是母狗最喜欢的姿势。狗就该
从后面操的。每次被爸爸从后面操，母狗都能体味到比做人更深的满足感。母狗
尽最大努力地把腰伏下去，屁股挺起来，脸侧着贴在地毯上。。。两腿分开，母
狗的骚逼跃跃欲试地张合着，淫水顺母狗的大腿流了下来。

母狗跪趴着，等待着爸爸的临幸。。。爸爸把右手食指伸到母狗面前，母狗
想都不用想就伸出舌头，象舔爸爸阳具一样讨好地舔起来。。。正当母狗舔的起
劲，爸爸拿走了。母狗一时没反应过来，就这样伸着舌头发呆，想着爸爸爲什麽
不让母狗舔下去。

很快，母狗找到了爸爸的手指。。。爸爸把那根母狗刚舔湿的手指猛地捅进
了母狗的屁眼里！母狗分明感觉到爸爸的手指在拨弄母狗屁眼里的番茄，爸爸在
往里推它们。。。强烈地刺激让母狗大叫起来，这是一种无法用语言形容的刺激，
随爸爸手指移动，母狗分明感到母狗的肠子和胃都处在从没有过的兴奋中，母狗
被爸爸玩的要晕了。。。

“象狗一样叫，贱货！”爸爸拨弄着小番茄，命令着母狗。

“汪。。。”母狗毫不犹豫地叫了一声，想当初母狗挨了多少揍都叫不出来，
现在，爸爸只用一个手指，就轻易让母狗吠了起来。。。

爸爸抽出手指，母狗有些失望地晃了晃屁股。依然等待着，母狗知道爸爸还
要玩他的贱狗，至于怎样玩母狗不知道，但是它知道自己必须要让爸爸玩好，玩
高兴。

爸爸的双手抓住母狗的大屁股，阳具一冲而入！母狗“啊。。。。。。”地
大叫起来。

在爸爸阳具的冲击下，母狗肚子里那十二个小番茄几乎要顶到母狗嗓子眼里。
母狗身体随爸爸的抽插前后晃动，奶子上的铃铛丁零做响，肚子里的小番茄挤压
着母狗的内脏，母狗受不了了。。。

啪！爸爸大力地打着母狗的屁股。“叫，象条真狗一样，给我叫出来！”

“汪”母狗叫了声，接着又淫叫起来。

啪！又是更疼更响的一巴掌。“不停地叫，爸爸操你一下你给我叫一声！”

于是，屋里就变成了一个欢畅的合奏，爸爸打母狗屁股的啪啪声，母狗汪汪
的叫声，铃铛清脆地响声，爸爸撞击母狗屁股的闷响声。。。

１２

早晨醒来，母狗竟然躺在爸爸身边。想来是爸爸在母狗熟睡的时候抱母狗上
床的。母狗偷偷看了爸爸一眼，又假睡起来。此刻的时间太宝贵了。盼了两个月，
见面时间不到24小时，只剩下几个小时可以和爸爸一起了，今天离开不知道什麽
时候可以再见面。虽然自己可以安排出差时间及次数，但是工作是第一位的。如
果没有公务，爸爸也不允许母狗放下单位工作，跑来上海接受调教的。

“起床。”爸爸摸着母狗的头发。

母狗撒娇地把头拱到爸爸胸前，舌头舔着爸爸的掖窝。

“快起来！”爸爸手捏着母狗的乳头往上拽。母狗呻吟起来。“不许发骚！”
爸爸用力打了母狗屁股两下。母狗猛地一哆嗦爬了起来。

早餐是在楼下餐厅里吃的，人不是很多。无论在房间里玩的怎样疯狂，在公
共场合，母狗又恢复了往日的阳光与自信。和不相识的客人含笑点着头，和服务
员说着话。

“兰儿，过来！”爸爸的声音透着威严。

母狗爲爸爸在公共场合叫她的奴号有些吃惊，呆了片刻朝爸爸走去。

“去，洗手吃饭，把这个放进去。”爸爸交给母狗一个小袋子。凭感觉母狗
知道那是电动阳具。
早餐。

“谢谢爸爸。”母狗把声音压到最低。

“我要去拿食具”母狗看着爸爸用勺子、叉子吃的正香，却找不到自己的食
具。

“你不需要食具。”爸爸断然地说。

母狗不敢坚持，便用手抓着吃了起来。抓不起来的就趴着舔。现在终于明白
爸爸爲什麽要母狗坐在面对墙壁的座位了。

“把开关打开。”爸爸突然下这样的指令。母狗完全没意识到有什麽开关要
开。

“需要爸爸给你开吗？骚货。”母狗知道了，爸爸说的是阳具的开关。被爸
爸一提醒，母狗马上感觉到阴户的湿热。

“不要，求求你，不要好不好。”母狗恐惧了，实在是不想在衆人面前出丑。

“中档，马上。”爸爸边喝着咖啡边说，就象在和母狗聊家常一样随意。怕
再讨饶会变成高档，母狗马上把手伸到别在裙子腰上的开关，小心地把开关推了
两个格。在喧闹的餐厅人，阳具的嗡嗡声不是很刺耳的，但是，母狗的呻吟声确
实用什麽声音都很难掩盖的。

“爸爸，爸爸。。。”母狗夹紧双腿，看着爸爸求饶。很快，母狗出汗了，
“爸爸，爸爸”叫的声音也大了些，但是还是在有意识地控制着，尽量不让别人
听到。

爸爸没有理会，他站起身，突然从他兜里掉出几个钢蹦。“兰儿，去，捡起
来。”爸爸摸着母狗的头，让母狗突然想到那些电视里看到的训练警犬的镜头。

餐厅中央的地面是大理石的，钢蹦掉上去发出的声音很响，当听到声音时，
它们已经四散跳开了。

知道无处可逃，母狗慢吞吞从座位站起来，挪到餐厅中央。阳具还在嗡响着，
母狗不得不夹紧双腿，怕它掉出来，也怕别人听到它的声音。蹲在爸爸脚边，母
狗四下观察着，此刻的母狗完全忽略了餐厅所有用餐和服务的人员，它想的只是
爸爸，和爸爸刚刚给它下的新的指令。一个，两个，好在他们蹦的都不是太远。

当母狗手脚并用，终于找回两个钢蹦欢天喜地的交给爸爸时，爸爸说：“还
少三个。”母狗几乎要尖叫起来。它从来没有体味到如此的刺激如此的羞辱。

“但是，爸爸很满意你的表现。”爸爸接着说。

母狗如释重负地长出一口气。但还是忍不住浑身颤抖起来。

“把果汁喝完，我们回去了。”爸爸吩咐着。

母狗听话地端杯大口喝起来。味道完全不对了，这味道让母狗想起爸爸的阳
具对着母狗的脸和张大的嘴喷洒圣水的情景，也让母狗想到了环抱坐便器被爸爸
惩罚的情景。母狗讨好地看着爸爸，把杯里的圣水一饮而尽。

（13）

从酒店退房出来，母狗感到一阵难过。看着爸爸，泪水在眼眶打转。虽然还
有几个小时，可是爸爸坚持提前退房。母狗不知道爲什麽，也不敢问。想是爸爸
玩厌了母狗吧，要不然爲什麽要提早离开呢。也许是爸爸有事，所以要早送母狗
离开吧。母狗的脑子不住的这样那样可能的想着。

计程车里，母狗在爸爸身边忐忑着。经过这次调教，母狗觉得并排坐在爸爸
身边是这样的不应该，不适宜。低着头，屁股在座位边上，母狗等爸爸吩咐。

“上来，兰儿。”爸爸拍着座位说。母狗还是低着头，缓缓地跪上座位，面
朝爸爸。

“趴好，屁股撅起来。”

母狗照做。出租司机几乎是脑袋向后了，瞪大眼睛，张着嘴巴看着。

“虹桥机场。”爸爸对着司机说。“不走高架。”

“不走高架堵车很厉害，老板。”

“我们不赶时间。”

他们交谈着，母狗始终跪趴着。忐忑着，期待着，激动着，兴奋着。

车慢慢离开酒店，司机无暇回头看了。母狗长吁口气，又略带失望。爸爸没
说话，解开母狗的西装纽扣。没穿乳罩，吊带背心下的乳房与坐椅成垂直，随车
子的行进而摆动着。母狗故意大幅度晃动乳房，盼望能引起爸爸注意。和母狗作
对一样，爸爸看着窗外，仿佛完全忘记了母狗的存在。而母狗，此时则完全忘记
了自己是在计程车上，迎面来的车子行人有可能看到自己。

“爸爸，爸爸……”母狗用嘴拱着爸爸的大腿，撒着娇。爸爸转过脸，抓住
母狗的头发迫使母狗仰起脸来。母狗张大嘴巴，停止呻吟。这时母狗听到计程车
司机粗重的喘息声。

爸爸用另一只手捏着母狗的乳头，狠狠地捏着，拽着……“爸爸，爸爸……”
母狗带着哭腔惊呼起来。

猛地爸爸同时松开双手，母狗一下趴在了爸爸的腿上，喘息着。

“过来，坐爸爸腿上。”

“谢谢爸爸。”母狗爬起来，跨坐在爸爸腿上。爸爸把母狗双手擡起来向后
环抱着爸爸的脖子，双腿向后搭在坐椅上。这样，母狗的双腿大大地分开，胸部
高高挺起，头向后仰着，阴户向前探着。

爸爸的手轻轻拂过母狗的乳房，母狗呻吟着，盼望着爸爸再玩，再用力玩母
狗的乳房。爸爸撩开母狗的背心，把母狗的乳房完全袒露出来。母狗不敢反抗，
喘息着期待着爸爸的玩弄。爸爸把车窗开了个缝隙，母狗马上感觉到了风吹过乳
头的清凉刺激。母狗更高地挺起乳房，任风吹着。这是第一次风这样直接的吹过
母狗的乳房，这感觉是如此轻柔如此美妙。母狗呻吟的声音更响了，嘴在爸爸耳
边，不停地叫着，“爸爸，爸爸……”

“你个骚货，在计程车上也敢发骚！”爸爸小声说着，大力的玩着母狗的乳
房。“车窗开着呢，都在窗外看你个骚货呢。”母狗的呻吟更响了，身体扭动的
也更用力。沈浸在虐的欢乐海洋，母狗什麽也顾不得了。没什麽可以和爸爸的宠
爱相提并论的。只要爸爸要玩母狗，无论合适何地，母狗都会全心地匍匐在爸爸
脚下，享受爸爸的温存与虐待，任凭爸爸把母狗送到天堂或者地狱。

目的地到了。爸爸下车取行李，母狗在车上整理衣服。

“老板，好运气啊。”司机谄媚地对爸爸说。爸爸没说话，递给司机壹佰元
就领着母狗进了机场大厅。

母狗跟在爸爸身后，低着头，想哭。分别总是揪心的。

“兰儿，爸爸鞋带开了。”爸爸说着，脚伸到母狗面前。想都没想，母狗轻
轻跪了下去，帮爸爸整理好。跪在侯机大厅，母狗仰着头，看着爸爸，泪水流了
出来。今日一别，还要盼望多久可以再见面呢。再见爸爸会是怎样的景象呢。

ｅｎｄ

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续一

4 月13日夜，怀着忐忑激动的心情我登上了去广州的飞机。

从1997年起，我参加了好多次广交会，但是唯有这次，让我激动不已。

2 个小时的航程变得从没有过的漫长。几乎每五分钟我都要抬腕看表，然后
闭上眼睛，想这些年我和爸爸走过的sm之路。一次一次地调教，在爸爸面前我变
成了一条不折不扣母狗。爸爸的话，无论有多难做到，我都会想一切办法去完成。
就象爸爸希望的那样，完成爸爸的指令已经深入到我的脑海里。仿佛除了按爸爸
要求的努力做好自己工作，我唯一存在的目的就是完善自己，做爸爸想要的狗。

我是随本市经贸系统组团一起飞到广州的，整个机舱几乎都是这个圈子的朋
友，大家说的很热烈的。包括谁今年做的怎幺样，带什幺展品，准备加大开发哪
个市场的力度。我本来话不多，加上身上的燥热，让我更不敢开口，只有闭着眼
睛感受着绳裤的折磨和后庭饱胀的刺激。

终于到了。在人群中我很快找到了爸爸含笑的目光。从2006年10月上海的调
教，到现在将近6 个月了。爸爸没变。而我变了，变的更深地沉醉在爸爸为我营
造的sm世界中。

看着同机到达的同事朋友们都取了行李离开，我才慢吞吞地朝爸爸走去。

“这幺慢，你这条懒狗！”一见面，爸爸便毫不留情。

“我怕别人看到你这个样子对我。”我理直气壮。“狗有怕羞的吗？告诉我
你是什幺？！”

“……”没有答话，我拖着行李跟在爸爸身后往外走。

机场外灯光很亮，却也是蒙蒙隆隆。爸爸的手摸着我的屁股，抓住屁股上的
绳子用力往上拽着，“说，你是什幺？！”

“我是母狗……”我不得不掂起脚尖，艰难地随爸爸走着。母狗，虽然这个
称呼已经加在我身上很久，自己在心里也无数次地认定自己就是条母狗，可是间
隔半年再次面对面地在爸爸面前亲口说出来，还是很羞耻很尴尬。

“是谁的母狗？！”

“我是爸爸的母狗。”

“乖。”爸爸轻声说着，亲了下我的额头，抓紧绳子的手也放松了。我终于
可以放松脚尖地走路了。

车子停到离机场大厅好远的角落里，灯光也变的很暗淡了。把车子停在这幺
远这幺灰暗的地方，我知道爸爸一定是有计划的。

把行李放到汽车尾箱，爸爸站在车边看着我。我不知所措得低头站着，不知
道爸爸下一步要做什幺。

“把衣服脱了。”爸爸说的很平淡。

我听错了似地慌忙抬头看爸爸，他不是看玩笑。环顾四周，虽然灯光暗淡，
但是无论如何也不能在室外脱衣服的。我恐惧地抓紧衣服，摇着头。“不，不要
在这里，爸爸，不要。”

“爸爸不强迫你。”爸爸说的依然平淡。

我站着，竟然莫名地浑身发抖。“爸爸……”说着，我跪了下去，跪在了爸
爸面前，手也不由自主地开始解扣子，脱裙子，就如当初跪在酒店房间脱的情景
一样，完全忘掉了自己身在何处。

爸爸一一接过的的衣服放到车里，直到我脱的只剩下绳裤。

“围着车子爬3 圈，作为你刚才犹豫的惩罚。”爸爸的声音里明显带着怒气，
我不敢申辩，就开始爬了起来。

停车场是水泥地面，很硬的，沙子硌的我手掌膝盖生疼。汽车很小的，可是
爬一圈仿佛需要很长时间需要消耗很多体力，一圈过后，我就出汗了。

“快点！”爬过爸爸面前时，爸爸用脚尖轻踢着我的屁股。于是我充电了一
样又加速爬去。

当第三次爬回爸爸面前是，我爬着，头垂的不能再地，身体因恐惧刺激和激
动所笼罩，剧烈地颤抖着。爸爸弯腰抓起我的头发向上拽，这样我站了起来，头
向后仰着。我张大嘴巴，“爸爸，爸爸……”地叫着。爸爸另一只手紧紧地搂住
了我，舌头伸到了我口中，我呻吟着，吸吮着，那一刻的刺激与快乐是我情愿用
我的所有去换取的。

坐到车上，爸爸取出两个乳夹，夹子上个挂一个金属小狗，是坠子形状的，
看不请，感觉很精致。

“这是为你准备的，爸爸给你戴上它。”爸爸说着开始揉搓我的双乳，我瑟
缩着，呻吟着。乳夹一直是我最恐怖的，也是最能带给我刺激的。很疼，但是两
个在胸前摇荡的小狗也带给我极大的刺激。接着爸爸又给我戴上项圈，栓上狗链。
爸爸一手握方向盘，一手抓着狗链，车子慢慢启动了。

“象狗一样给我爬下。”爸爸说着，拍了拍副驾驶的位子。我慌忙面朝爸爸
跪了下去，努力爬着，乳夹垂直吊在我的乳房上，摇晃着。

“这才是我的好狗。”爸爸满意地拍着我的脸，看的出爸爸很高兴我今天的
表现。

“谢谢爸爸。”我谦卑地磕着头。

从机场到目的地大约一个小时，我一会跪着，一会爬着，不时变换姿势，但
是唯一不变的是，我的双乳一直在爸爸手可以触及的范围。已经快午夜了，路上
车很少，这让爸爸有更多精力边开车边玩我的乳房，有时甚至欠起身拽拽我屁股
后的绳子，让肛门塞在我屁股里陷的更深些。

下车了，本以为是要住宾馆的，结果是一个小院落，一个独立的小院子，我
惊奇得看着爸爸，不知道他是在那里找来的这个房子。仿佛看懂我似的，爸爸说
“这是一个朋友的，你可以在这里安心给我做7 天的母狗，没人会打扰我们。”

续二

看车外幽暗无人，爸爸没告诉我可以穿衣服，我也没要求。赤裸着身子，在
初春的广州享受风的爱抚，也是一件难得的美事。我下了车，在爸爸身后等他开
院门。

“跪下。”冷不防爸爸这样说。什幺都没想，我扑通跪了下去。狗链还在爸
爸手里，因为爸爸不是把在链条的最末端，突然的下跪，链条的余量不够大，我
被抻的不得不向上伸长着脖子，同时禁不住大声“啊”了一声。爸爸没有理会，
依然把着链条中间，强迫我伸长着脖子在他屁股后爬着。

爬过院子是台阶，要进屋了。我忐忑着，这个屋里会有什幺呢，这是爸爸的
sm朋友的房子吗，爸爸说过总有一天要让我真切地体会下一条女犬的生活方式的。
这次，爸爸是要我成为一条真正的现实中的女犬吗？我在恐惧中期盼着……

爸爸牵我到屋里的一个位置，然后打开了灯。几秒钟后，适应了周围的强光，
睁开眼睛，我面对竟然是一面大镜子。看镜子里，我的头发散乱，脸上有沙子和
不知道哪来的灰，脖子上的黑色项圈格外刺目，闪着白光的狗链还在爸爸手里牵
着，我的乳头上的夹子和小狗已经把我的乳头折磨的麻木了。仔细看过那两个小
狗坠子，上面一个刻着“骚”字，一个刻着“狗”字。我的脸烧的更厉害，头垂
的也更低了。

低下头，我看到了已经穿了好几个小时的绳裤。红色的棉绳深深地勒进我的
身体里，这时我感到了双腿间被身子摩擦的有些刺疼。

过来。“爸爸扯了扯绳子，我便在爸爸身后，爬到爸爸坐的椅子前。爸爸
松了狗链，双手捧着我的脸，看着。在他的目光中，我分明看到了深深的慈爱。
他是爱我的，是用一种不同寻常，是用一种我向往的，不被大多数人接受理解的
方式来爱我的。

“去洗洗把，一定累坏了。”爸爸说着，为我解下项圈，乳夹和绳裤。后庭
的肛门塞因为放的时间太长，爸爸往外抽的时候，竟然带出点点脏东西。爸爸把
它放到我的面前。臭，我别过脸去。“好好闻闻。”爸爸把它更靠近我的鼻子。
我的头扭的更大了。“我不要，脏……”

爸爸一把抓住我的头发，把我的头扭了过来，疼，我的眼泪出来了。“把它
给我舔干净了！”我紧闭着嘴巴，呜咽着。爸爸拽我头发用的力气更大了，我不
得不拼命向上仰起头，张大嘴巴。没等我嚎叫出来，爸爸就把肛门栓塞到了我的
嘴巴里。我用舌头往外顶着，可是我分明感觉到肛门栓上星星点点的固体和肛门
分泌的黏液。

爸爸一手扯紧我的头发，一手拿肛门栓在我嘴巴里抽插着。我“呜呜”地嚎
叫着，可是这没有唤起爸爸的怜悯。爸爸继续抽插着……

终于爸爸满意了。他放开了我的头发，但是警告我要照旧仰着头，把肛门栓
含在嘴里。“好好舔，如果我回来你还没舔干净的话，看我怎幺收拾你！”爸爸
说着，离开了我。于是我跪爬着，高仰着头，用舌头在嘴巴你转动着肛门塞，生
怕会有一定点不干净而惹火爸爸。

爸爸回来了，他又坐在我面前的椅子上。爸爸抽出了我嘴里的肛门栓，一脚
踩在我的头上。“把屁股撅起来！”头匍匐在椅子下面，我的屁股自然也就高高
地撅了起来。“用狗爪子扒开屁股！”我照做，用力扒开两片屁股，因为我知道
这样爸爸会更容易看到我的屁眼。

也许是肛门栓上残留我的口水的作用，也许是因为长时间的扩张，我的屁眼
还没合上，爸爸一下子就把肛门栓塞到了我的肛门里。我“啊”了一声，继续扒
开着屁股，脸贴在地毯上。

“去，洗一洗，你这条脏狗。”爸爸踢了我一脚，于是我千恩万谢地给爸爸
磕完头就朝洗手间爬去。

浴盆里是爸爸刚放好的热水，爬进去，仰躺着，感到一种由内而外的放松，
舒适。在爸爸的虐与恩宠中，我找到了自己梦的世界。

洗完澡，爸爸从后面要了我。操完屁眼后，爸爸又把那个肛门栓塞了进去，
而我确是没有得到满足的。爸爸仿佛忘了我也是有需要的，径直满足了自己，然
后让我到他床脚的垫子上跪下，给我重新戴上项圈，拴上狗链，把狗链的另一端
系在床腿上。

“睡觉。”说完，他就熄了灯。也许是爸爸忘了，他竟然没有给我准备盖的
东西。虽然是4 月，可是我还是感觉到一丝寒意，特别是刺激过后以外地被爸爸
冷落。我蜷缩着，越想越冤屈，眼泪就流了下来。许是我的抽咽吵醒了爸爸，也
许他根本没睡吧。爸爸开了等，蹲在我的面前问怎幺了。

而我，被栓在床尾，因为链子太短，竟然坐不起来，也跪不起来，我依然蜷
缩着，开始放肆地哭起来。

“是因为自己没有满足，是不是？”爸爸声音透着少有的温柔。被揭了老底，
我尴尬地哭的更响了。

“是不是？”爸爸摸着我的头发，又问。我点头。

冷不防，我的脸重重挨了一耳光。

"You slut, why did you come here?" Dad's voice turned cold.

"To serve Dad, to be Dad's bitch," I whispered.

"Because you're not satisfied and feel wronged, aren't you? Fine, Dad will satisfy you today!" With that, Dad
stood up and took out a huge electric dildo from the drawer.

"Lick it, lick it wet!" Dad shoved the enormous dildo into my mouth without a word.
After a few thrusts, Dad, like with a bitch, stepped on one of my legs with one foot and spread my other
leg as wide as it could go, then thrust the dildo into my vagina. Then came the second dildo.
It wasn't particularly big for my vagina, but for my anus, its thickness was terrifying. But I
had no right to speak—maybe I'd never had a right to speak with Dad. Dad
pulled out the anal plug and then thrust the dildo in!

I wailed and begged for mercy, but Dad ignored me completely, binding those two horrible phalluses tightly
to my body with rope. My anus felt like it was being torn apart, but my pleas and cajoling did nothing to move him.

"Enjoy the orgasm you want!" Dad simultaneously turned on the switches for both phalluses. The whole
room was filled with my moans and the buzzing of the phalluses. Dad sat on the edge of the bed, his bare feet stepping on my
breasts, rubbing my face, his toes sticking into my wide-open mouth, which I greedily licked and sucked…

Before I was exhausted from the orgasm, Dad forgave me. Even when Dad loosened the leash, I
didn't have the strength to get up and wash, and besides, Dad had no intention of letting me go. And so, with my face covered in saliva and
my lower body soaked in vaginal fluid, I fell into a sweet sleep.

Tomorrow I had to go to the exhibition hall to see how my colleagues' setup was going, and I needed to rest well before work. I barely thought about
anything else before drifting off to sleep.

I woke up very late in the morning, awakened by the aroma of food and the rumbling of my stomach. After lunch, Dad supervised
me as I dressed smartly for the exhibition setup. Because my outerwear was too thin, a bra was allowed,
but underwear was out of the question. Dad suggested wearing leggings, but considering we'd be busy all morning, we skipped that,
meaning even regular underwear was unnecessary.

Although my skirt was long, I could feel the wind blowing directly onto my genitals with every step—it felt strange, yet also
stimulating. Suddenly, I felt very wet there and wanted to rub it.

Once in the car, looking at Dad, I suddenly didn't know whether to sit down or kneel. So I looked at him, waiting for his
command.

"Sit down, lift your skirt, spread your legs," Dad said calmly.

I thanked him and sat down. The leather seat felt cool on my buttocks, but also a little stimulating, making me
think about things I shouldn't. My face flushed. Perhaps to avoid interfering with work, Dad talked to me about work for the entire hour-long journey
, hardly mentioning SM, which left me feeling somewhat disappointed.

The exhibition hall was smoky and stuffy; the air conditioning wasn't on, and the ventilation was poor, making the air stale and hot. Knowing my dad was waiting
outside , I worked with incredible efficiency, even forgetting I wasn't wearing underwear. I was constantly bending over and squatting;
I wonder if the people setting up the neighboring booths noticed what was happening.

By the time I left the exhibition hall, I was drenched in sweat.

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