The Demise of Dog Slave Mothers

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"Why would you take a job like this? You graduated from university, yet you're doing such a low-class job!"

I said angrily to my son. I was furious and disappointed. I, a university
professor, had my own son working as a dog slave/trainer in some SM-themed establishment in a red-light district. It was truly
disappointing and unacceptable to me as his mother. I tugged at my suit jacket. As a university
professor , besides valuing my son's education, I also paid attention to my own appearance. I had to be composed and reserved;
otherwise, how could I educate young students? The bright and flashy style of young girls was no longer appropriate for my status.

"How can this be a low-class job? Mom, please understand the
job . Don't judge me based on my expensive suit!" my son, Tatsuya, said angrily.

"Tatsuya, you're really rude. How have I raised you all these years?" I said angrily to Tatsuya.
Although many girls in today's society abandon their human rights and become livestock, I've always considered
myself , and I've never even considered such a thing. The middle ground between livestock and reality is
the so-called "domestic trainer." Many girls do indeed abandon their human rights and become the lowest of livestock under the training of these trainers
, but that would never happen in our family, I firmly believe.

This is the biggest argument my son and I have had in years. We've always been very open with each other,
but unexpectedly, we've argued over a new job after graduating from university.

"How could you be in that line of work? It's a pornographic job! Tatsuya! Are you going to work with those perverted girls
?" I was furious, and I said to Tatsuya angrily, or rather, roared at him.

"Pornography? Perverted girls? Mom, you really don't understand this job. It's a job that relieves stress for many
women . Women today bear the pressure of family and society, and that pressure accelerates
aging. Women of certain ages seek different ways to relieve stress, and this is just one of them." Tatsuya
's arguments were all reasonable and logical, leaving me speechless. He truly is
my son.

"Tatsuya, I just hope you can understand my good intentions. I have expectations for you."
Although my anger had subsided somewhat, I was still angry as I spoke.

"Mom, I also hope you can understand my job better. Here are some books and magazines for you to read.
Read them all before you get angry with me, okay?" Tatsuya took out a thick envelope from his backpack, which
indeed contained several books. After putting the books away, Tatsuya turned and left.

"Isn't this just a porn magazine? This kid is really..." I was still angry. I watched Tatsuya leave,
and the envelope remained lying quietly on the coffee table next to the sofa. I sat up, picked up
the envelope from the coffee table, and pulled out a few books, placing them on the table.

"Psychological Research on Female Slaves," I picked up the first book and read its title.

"Introduction to Dog Girl Raising," I continued reading these books.

"SM and Dog Training," I picked up the third and last book, reading its title aloud as well
. I curiously opened the book and randomly flipped through a few pages.

"Women in high-ranking positions in society often bear the expectations of others. Under pressure, psychological changes arise.
Some use exercise to release the long-accumulated pressure in their hearts, while others want to transform into another object
or animal to express the pressure they bear. Women want to escape their current roles and try to enter another
role in order to escape or relieve the pressure they bear and the expectations of others."

"Dog training is a game or a way to relieve stress by switching identities and roles. In this role,
women at the top of the social pyramid or high-ranking female executives are the same. They will
get what they want or be cared for by psychologically transforming into a pet. As a female dog, that is, a female dog,
you must obey your master's orders in everything, which is completely different from when you usually give orders in the workplace
. The reversal of identity and status makes your body and mind completely controlled by others. This is a transformation of psychological pressure, and women can
usually get a chance to relieve stress through this."

Reading this, I couldn't help but think of the open and covert struggles in school and the backstabbing among colleagues. The daily
chores are already very annoying, let alone being a professor who has to review books and grade students'
grades . The associate professor has long coveted my professor position and is scheming to get
it. Just thinking about this makes me feel irritable. And then there's that perverted guy from the next department,
Professor Le Shichuan, who's relentlessly pursuing me. His lewd behavior is utterly repulsive,
yet he's still
desperately trying to get my attention. I wouldn't even consider a man like that, so how could I possibly agree to date him? But his constant harassment has become unbearable, so I've had no choice but to avoid him.

But when I turned to the next page, I was drawn to a picture! It was of
a woman about my age, tightly bound with rope. I didn't know what kind of binding it was, but I
felt there was an indescribable beauty to the image. Diamond-shaped patterns
appeared layer upon layer on her body, yet her expression was so radiant with happiness. It was truly incomprehensible! She was clearly in so much pain
from being bound ! It must have been so painful, right? But there wasn't a trace of pain on her face.

"She must be forcing a smile to suit the photographer's style," I told myself. That was the only
way I could convince myself.

"It really is pornographic stuff, look? It's showing her nipples and breasts,
isn't that pornographic? It's a shameful picture that makes my heart race!" I continued to criticize myself as I looked at the picture
. But I couldn't bear to turn to the next page because I found myself completely attracted to this lewd
photo , and I didn't even know why.

When I finally turned to the next page, the photo made me blush even more. It was a comparison picture, one
large small. The small picture showed the woman in her usual attire, wearing an elegant and simple suit, a
high-ranking executive of a foreign company, looking elegant and dignified. The other large picture showed her squatting on the floor, completely naked, her
beautiful breasts enviable, with bells on her nipples. Her legs were wide open,
openly exposing her private parts to the photographer. Even more outrageous, the pubic hair on her lower body had been shaved off completely, revealing her pink...
The photographer's lens captured the woman's labia majora and minora clearly. The red collar around her neck was particularly eye-catching.
A thick dog leash was wrapped around her back and then held in her mouth. Her hands were raised high with palms down, striking
a blush-inducing, dog-like pose.

"Do these women have any shame?" I wondered, looking at the woman in the picture.

Detailed descriptions followed. Although her eyes were covered with black blocks, obscuring
her face, the incredibly shameful images still lingered in my mind for a long time. Perhaps it was because I had never
seen such vulgar images before? Or was it curiosity? I didn't know.

But the feeling of my heart racing and my excitement only confused me more. I didn't know
what was wrong with me.

"Why am I having a physical reaction to such vulgar photos? Can these women really relieve
stress this way? What about me? Can I relieve stress this way too? How perverted, how vulgar! I could never accept things like being
a bitch . As Tatsuya's mother, I can't let a few words from him and a few
dirty pictures and texts influence my thinking. I must have been brainwashed!" I quickly closed the book.

"This is so perverted!" I said to myself, blushing. At that moment, I felt very hot and
started sweating. I decided to take a good shower. I quickly got up and went to the bathroom. After taking off my clothes, I
threw them into the laundry basket, only to find something shameful: my underwear was soaked. I'm
not my shirt, but my panties. I know what happened to me, but what's embarrassing is that as
a university professor, how could my body have a physical reaction to such vulgar pictures?

My fingers accidentally touched my private parts. Thinking of the image I'd just seen, I couldn't help but
start stroking my labia. Perhaps I'd really been lonely for too long.

"Oh my god! How long has it been since I last masturbated?" As the hot water from the showerhead poured over me
, my hands stroking myself more vigorously.

"More than three months, I guess?" I calculated how long it had been since I'd last masturbated. Even though I'm
a university professor, I'm still a woman! Women have physiological needs too! Thinking about this made me
feel much better; for a moment, I felt less guilty.

"Suddenly, after showering, I felt a desire; I want to continue reading those books," I thought
to . I dried myself with a towel. After putting on clean underwear and fastening the back clasp,
I draped a thin top over it and went back to the living room. I was actually a little excited, practically running
there . I sat on the sofa and immediately picked up the book I hadn't finished that afternoon.

This time, the woman was different. She was wearing a kimono, her hands bound behind her back with rope. She knelt beside
the fireplace , the bright red choker around her neck quite eye-catching. Her mournful eyes looked at the camera, seemingly
telling me that her desires were unfulfilled, and that only through this method could she find pleasure.

The title was "The Pleasure of Rope Discipline - Clothed Bondage." I easily flipped through the magazine,
but each page took me a long time to turn. I decided to take all the books to my room.

Back in my room, I felt safer. I didn't know when Tatsuya would come home, so I could
focus on the books. But even so, I felt it wasn't enough.

"Is that thing still in the storage room?" I remembered something that piqued my interest. I
put down the magazine, turned around, and went out of the room to the storage room.

"I remember it being here..." I muttered to myself as I searched the box.

"Ah! Ah!! Found it!" I finally found it in the box. Years ago, we used to
have a female dog, but we gave it away because it was too noisy.
However, I didn't throw away the dog's collar and leash; I just kept them as souvenirs. After taking the collar and leash out, I went back to the room.

"It's a bit dirty!" I picked up a wet wipe and carefully wiped the black dog collar. This leather
collar had been sitting there for a long time, so it needed to be cleaned carefully, since I would "use it" later.
I felt a little excited, like a little girl preparing for a trip, and I didn't know why I was so excited.

I stared at this leather collar that my former female dog had used for a long time, still a little hesitant, but I did it
anyway .

"Anyway, no one will see me wearing it," I thought, taking the collar and putting it around my neck. I carefully fastened
the buckle to the most comfortable position, then fastened the leash. I picked up a mirror, looked at myself from both sides, and
chuckled to myself. Me, a dignified female university professor, wearing a dog collar? After
a few glances, I continued flipping through the books Tatsuya had tossed me.

"Is this a walk?" I asked, astonished by a picture in a magazine. The girl in the picture was being led by a dog leash in a park
late at night . She was completely naked except for the collar around her neck
and a strange toy ball in her mouth, through which her saliva was constantly dripping.

"Ah! Wait! There's something in her butt?" I looked closely at the girl in the photo. It
turned out that due to the angle, there was a sex toy inserted into her buttocks, looking like an electric vibrator or
something, but I couldn't tell if it was inserted into her private parts or her anus. But anyway, these were very obscene photos. I blushed
so much I almost couldn't look anymore, but I still mustered my courage and continued to the next page.

"Why can these women accept playing with themselves in such a perverted way?" I
asked myself almost in a questioning tone.

"Why? Why would this happen?" I asked myself.

"What if a man took my dog leash and pulled me along, making me
crawl like a female dog? How embarrassing!" I thought to myself. I put down my book and
crawled on all fours on the tatami mat in the room. The dog leash slid along with me as I crawled, and eventually got stuck
on the leg of a small table in the room. At this moment, the leash was straightened, and my neck was pulled. I had
a strange feeling of being restrained, as if someone was pulling the dog leash.

"Am I actually enjoying this? Being pulled like a female dog?" This question arose in my mind again
.

"Women who always give orders or female managers who are dominant in the workplace may have the opposite private
side , and may even have desires to be dominated, commanded, or even masochistic."

"Do you know what it feels like to be a bitch/pet? For someone who has always been in a high position of power, becoming a bitch is
an ideal reflection." Every word in the book was attacking my defenses, and I felt like
I was about to collapse.

"The rope only restrains your heart and your body, so your heart and body will fall in love with the rope." Every word in
the book clearly stated the connection between SM and dog training, and I felt a little embarrassed and my heart was racing.
I continued to turn to the next page, and with each page of pictures of female dog training, I didn't seem to find it perverted anymore
. I gradually got used to seeing such pictures. I only knew that tonight would be another sleepless night.

"In the living room, I was kneeling on the floor. I realized I was wearing a collar around my neck, and the leash was hanging on the floor. I
could hear the sound of leather shoes scraping against the floor getting closer. I quickly grabbed the leash and held it high in my hands.
I felt so subservient here, as if I could only obey the commands of the person in the leather shoes behind me.
The footsteps drew nearer, and he casually took the leash and pulled it. The tug between the leash and the collar
forced me from kneeling to crawling on the floor. I looked up and saw that it was Tatsuya!! He
smiled , intentionally or unintentionally pulling the leash, forcing me to crawl along with him, as if I were his
pet." It turned out this was just a dream. When I woke up and realized it was a dream, I felt a
sense of loss.

"Did I expect to become Tatsuya, my own son's dog slave? To become his toy to be trained?" This question lingered in my
mind . I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only a little past four in the morning. With just
over an hour until I had to get up, I decided not to sleep. I sat on the bed, flipping through the books and magazines Tatsuya had given me, page after page
. Images of dog-slave training were displayed before my eyes, deeply imprinted in my mind; I could
n't forget them.

I knew my thoughts and willpower were wavering. I was influenced by these books and magazines. I
had new ideas about Tatsuya's work. As Tatsuya actually started working, I slowly accepted his
job , but I dared not let him know my true feelings.

At three in the afternoon, I had just finished my classes and administrative duties at the department and returned home. Tatsuya had just
left, leaving me alone again. Looking at the books and magazines I had already worn out
, a wicked idea suddenly came to me. I took out the spare key to Tatsuya's room from the drawer.

"That's it! I'm going to sneak into Tatsuya's room," I told myself. I used the spare key to open
the door .

"As expected of my son Tatsuya's room, it's not messy like most boys' rooms. Everything is neatly
arranged and categorized. The floor must be vacuumed every day, right?

The DVDs on the wall didn't catch my eye; what did catch my attention was the wooden box in the corner. It wasn't locked,
which I found strange. When I opened the box, it was like opening Pandora's box.
The contents astonished me. These things made me see the training equipment I'd only ever read about in books and magazines. But I
didn't know why Tatsuya had to bring it home.

'What's this? A restraint rod?' I saw an iron rod with leather handcuffs at both ends,
looking like something used to forcibly open a woman's legs.

'A collar? Shackles? Handcuffs? Chains?' Each item was something I'd seen in the books and magazines Tatsuya had given me
."

"What's this? Oh my god! What would it be like to wear this?" I picked up the thing in surprise. It was
shaped like leather pants, looking like ordinary leather pants, but the crotch area had two electric dildos.
One was inserted into a woman's vagina, and the other, shorter and thinner, was inserted into the anus.
There were at least five or six of these leather pants. There were also stainless steel hooks with rounded ends, probably for easy insertion into the anus
, and iron rings at the other end for securing with rope.

"Rope? So much!" I casually counted at least a dozen bundles.

"If I steal two bundles, Tatsuya probably won't notice, right?" I thought to myself.

After closing the wooden box, I realized that the DVDs on the wall weren't movies, but rather Tatsuya's recent
training records. I stared in astonishment at the DVDs on the wall; there were at least twenty of them. I casually pulled out a piece of paper,
then put everything back in its place, and closed Tatsuya's door. He wouldn't be back until almost dawn anyway.

Back in my room, I put the rope away, then put the DVD in the computer player. The video
started playing. The screen showed a woman wearing a full-face mask. Because she was facing the camera, her
breasts were clearly visible; her nipples were a bit dark, but she was probably a mature woman.

"Tell me about your job, and how you like to be trained?" Tatsuya wasn't in the video, but
the voice next to him must be his! It was definitely his voice.

"I'm a university professor, I've been teaching for ten years. I like being treated like a bitch, eating
leftovers , being led for walks by my owner, having an enema and then having an anal plug inserted. I also like being used as a toilet,"
the woman said to the camera.

"A toilet?" I muttered to myself.

"A toilet, huh!? Very good." Tatsuya appeared from the right side of the camera, holding a dog leash, and quickly
fastened it to the woman's collar.

"What? Tatsuya is so authoritative at a time like this?" I looked at the Tatsuya in the video in surprise; he
was completely different from the usual Tatsuya, a completely different person.

The woman was pulled to a distance from the camera, her buttocks facing the lens. At Tatsuya's command, she spread her
legs, displaying her private parts to the camera.

"You're a teacher? How can you be a teacher with such a filthy appearance?" Tatsuya's voice continued to appear off-
camera.

"I'm not qualified to be a teacher, I can only be a bitch, I like being a bitch, please punish this bitch who is not
qualified to be a teacher, master!" The female teacher said this with her back to the camera.

Tatsuya walked out from the left side of the camera, holding the leather pants I had just seen in the wooden box, with an electric...
The penis was still spinning! He put leather pants on the woman, then applied
lubricant before slowly sliding it into her vagina and anus. "Ah...ah...I can't take it!...Ah...ahhh!" The woman kept making blush-inducing noises

after putting on the leather pants . 　　Wearing the leather pants, the woman clearly felt the magic of them; her legs started to feel weak . But Tatsuya took out something frightening—a "leather whip." He then began to lash the woman . Seeing this, my legs went weak too; it was a truly blush-inducing, incredibly embarrassing scene. 　　Next, a chain hung down from the top of the screen. Tatsuya took out leather handcuffs and cuffed them to the woman 's hands. He pulled them up and fastened them to the chain. The woman's hands were pulled up, but she knelt down because her legs were weak. Tatsuya didn't let her off the hook. He casually played with her breasts and nipples, then taped two small vibrating eggs to her nipples and turned them on. 　　"Ah...ah...I can't take it!...Ah...ahhh, this won't do! It'll break!" the woman screamed, but Tatsuya remained unmoved, watching her tremble and moan. Twenty minutes passed like this, and the woman was tortured by these toys in this state for twenty minutes. During this time , all I could see was the woman constantly trembling and moaning. As a woman myself, I could even tell that she had orgasmed several times. I miss the feeling of orgasm so much. For a fleeting moment, I, as a woman, felt a pang of envy for this woman. It turns out that surrendering one's bodily autonomy can be a source of joy and pleasure; perhaps it's another choice. 　　Now, I'm not disgusted by Tatsuya's work anymore, but as a mother, I can't bring myself to ask about it. I can only quietly wait for an opportunity to inquire about his work situation. 　　Anyway, I finished watching the DVDs, or rather, I've watched all of them . It's unbelievable that so many women are willing to be played with and "humiliated" like this. In the past, I would have used such adjectives, but now I would use "discipline" to describe this behavior. 　　Deep down, I had a desire to try on those leather pants, but they belonged to Tatsuya, and if I took them out, he might find out. This is different from taking the rope. There were fewer leather pants, making them easier to spot. But these bundles of rope in my hand—I'd already taken them, and it seemed a waste not to use them. I started searching online for the binding method from the picture I'd seen before. Luckily, I found it quickly; it's called "tortoise shell binding," one of the few binding methods you can do yourself. As a university professor, this was no problem for me. 　　I neatly arranged the bundles of hemp rope on my bed. After closing the door, I slowly took off my clothes in front of the mirror leaving only my underwear. After several adjustments and tuggings, I finally completed the "tortoise shell binding." I adjusted the tightness to a comfortable level. By then, it was quite late, and my breasts had become even larger because of this binding method. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe that I was already a woman in my forties, yet after being bound by the hemp rope, I still looked so beautiful. Perhaps it was the magic of the hemp rope. 　　I boldly slipped on a tunic and suit trousers, then a suit jacket, just like my usual work attire. I grabbed my bag and headed out onto the street. The air felt so fresh, and the hemp rope binding me actually felt comfortable. I walked freely, even though the rope between my legs rubbed against my underwear and labia with every step, stimulating me. I continued towards the shopping street. 　　I went into a clothing store, thinking I hadn't bought any new clothes in a while, so I decided to buy a few . I casually picked out a few tunics and went into the fitting room to try them on. When I took off my original shirt, I realized I was bound with hemp rope. My nipples were huge and incredibly sensitive; without a bra, every time the tunic rubbed against them, they were stimulated. 　　After putting on my new shirt, I stepped out of the fitting room and into the large mirror. I couldn't help but blush because I noticed that the hemp rope underneath my white shirt was clearly visible. So, after trying on a few other shirts , I quickly paid and left under the strange looks of the sales clerks. I guessed they all saw it! I noticed one of them giving me a slightly odd look, as if she was a little embarrassed, as if she'd seen something apparently, the hemp rope on my shirt. 　　Walking out of the store, I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Was this some kind of self-humiliation training? I laughed to myself ; it was really funny. This was the first time I'd ever done something like this! I happily returned home after buying the clothes. I don't know why, but I was incredibly happy. In my forty-odd years of life, this was the first time I'd ever been so happy buying a shirt! 　　But buying just a blouse might not be enough. I also went to a lingerie store. It just so happens that I need to replace my lingerie again soon. That's how troublesome we women are; we have to wear these restrictive things every day, and then we have to spend money to buy a new set every now and then. But that's also what makes us women attractive to men. 　　The lingerie store clerk saw I was a new face but still greeted me warmly, asking about my size, style , and price range. I just kept looking at my lingerie, but in my heart, I had a plan —a bolder plan—that made me incredibly nervous. 　　After picking out a very sexy lingerie set, I told the clerk I wanted to try it on. She led me to the fitting room ; she was outside, of course. I took off my original top and put on the lingerie. After I was dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror. My body, bound by rope, combined with the new sexy lingerie— the black style and beige rope—looked quite good. 　　"Miss, could you come in and adjust my lingerie?" I said to the clerk outside. 　　"Okay, then I'm sorry to bother you." The waitress opened the door and came in. When she turned around, she was quite startled. She saw what I looked like, and I was so shy that I almost couldn't lower my head. 　　"Could you please come in and adjust my bra strap?" I said to the waitress a little embarrassedly .

"Miss...okay." The lady gently adjusted the length of the shoulder straps and the position of the back clasp.

"Mmm, much more comfortable, thank you," I said with my back to her.

"Miss, are you...not...very uncomfortable like this?" the saleswoman asked.

"No, it's quite comfortable," I said with a smile.

"Oh, right!" she replied from behind me.

"This is great, please pay for it, but I'm going to wear it right away," I said.

"Okay, I'll pay for it for you now." She turned and left the fitting room.

After I put on the original shirt, I went to the counter to pay. The lady who had just paid was already blushing, and I'm sure
I was too.

After paying, I only saw the lady, also blushing, seeing me off at the door. I couldn't help but
laugh . It's actually quite interesting. I've lived this long, and only now am I enjoying the pleasures of being a woman.

The books and magazines Tatsuya gave me have completely aroused my sexual desire. I must have
done these things that I would never have done before because of those books and magazines, but...? While I was doing these things, I
felt happy. I found it strange myself. Was I being influenced, or was this just my subconscious?

"Is it just my nature?" The little devil in my heart uttered this sentence. It was a sentence I never wanted
to admit . I embarrassed myself because I did things that were only done in pornographic books.

Walking down the street, the rope binding me was still tightly tied, and the knot on my lower body kept rubbing against my clitoris.
I knew my lower body was already wet, but I still forced myself to walk back. The way home wasn't difficult; it was a straight
road. After passing a park, I would reach my apartment. This was a park I frequented, and
I was familiar with its facilities and environment. I felt a little tired, so I rested on a bench by the park path. But then I heard a strange sound. I felt a little scared. It was getting late, and it would be terrible if I encountered a bad guy
in this deserted park . But the sound was quite strange, like the sound of a bell. I quickly hid behind a tree to see who was playing tricks there. What I saw was unforgettable: a man and a woman. Luckily, I didn't recognize either of them. The woman's attire was no different from the pictures in the books and magazines that Tatsuya had given me, except that she was wearing a simple top. She was crawling on all fours, and the collar around her neck was gold. The leash was made of iron and looked like the kind used for large dogs. Two large, heavy bells , causing her breasts to sag. She crawled, moaning softly, the bells jingling in sync with her movements. 　　"So that's what I was hearing?" I thought to myself, continuing to watch. 　　As the couple drew closer, the sounds grew louder, and I could see more clearly. A vibrating dildo was inserted into the woman's genitals, and she was tied to her waist with rope. 　　"So people really are being disciplined like this in public?" I mused, hiding behind a tree. 　　"This woman is about my age!" I remarked, observing her figure. She didn't seem like a young girl, but rather a more alluring mature woman. 　　"Will I ever become like that? Being led around in the park by a man, crawling like a real female dog him walking me, his bitch? And maybe even running into friends walking their own bitches? Chatting casually like they're walking dogs, the two bitches sniffing each other's anuses before settling peacefully at their master's feet?" My mind started to wander to all of this. 　　It seemed like tonight would be another sleepless night. My lust had been completely aroused by the scene before me. The restraint of the rope binding me made me want to abandon morality and self-respect, to become some man's bitch, even if it meant giving up my current identity 　　.

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