My teacher wife disciplines me

It's another weekend, and tonight is the agreed-upon time for my "training." My wife has a speech contest by top students at her school, and as the school's top teacher for the senior year, she naturally has to actively coordinate this, so she'll be home late. Bored at home, I started fantasizing about being "trained" later. After being covered by a full-body hood last time, being forced to eat dog food, and then being used as a masturbation tool by my wife, my mental fortitude seems to have improved considerably. I mentioned this to my wife, and she happily said it meant my submissiveness was gradually deepening. We even coincidentally didn't mention canceling the hood and chastity belt. On one hand, I feel increasingly degrading, and on the other hand, I secretly anticipate that without my expression and with daily ejaculation control, my wife's sadistic tendencies will be further stimulated. Watching my wife gradually transform from a pure young woman into a cold SM queen gives me an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

It's funny, but since we started getting into SM, my wife and I have been going out less, and we hardly ever have sex anymore. Instead, we've been doing all sorts of SM training activities. Before, because of my wife's work, she dressed very simply, just a plain t-shirt and jeans, which always left me uninterested, so I'd end up watching porn online to relieve myself. Now that she wears skirts, stockings, and high heels, my penis is always aroused but locked up by the CB3000, completely useless. I really want to sneak out and watch porn before training to release my pent-up desire, but strangely, my wife clearly hid the spare key in the dressing table drawer, so where did it go?! Even though watching porn and masturbating would break our agreement, a little devil inside me keeps urging me to try it. Just as I was searching everywhere without success, I heard my wife open the door. I quickly closed the drawer and left the bedroom, pretending nothing had happened! My wife came in, looking tired, and sat down on the sofa. She asked gently, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? Weren't you tired after your shift yesterday?" I replied, "I slept a lot, waiting for you to come home." I sat down next to her, stroking her white suspender stockings, which looked both innocent and sexy. My lower body reacted again, and I pleaded weakly, "Honey, I really want to...you know...do that?" My wife replied lazily, "I'm a little tired. The students' parents are so hard to please, and besides, it's not good to wait." "Shall we do some training? If we have sex now, how will we have the energy and desire to play later?" I thought to myself, "What a disappointment, I've just been doused with cold water." My wife continued, "Oh, right, I put the spare key away. I was initially worried you might be uncomfortable, so you could open it yourself if I wasn't home. But then I thought that wouldn't be in line with the meaning of ejaculation management, so I threw it away. From now on, only I can open it for you, understand?" I replied helplessly, "Oh..." No wonder I couldn't find it anywhere. Sigh! I guess I'll just have to accept it! But then I thought about the training activities we could do later, and my heart started to heat up again.

After quickly finishing the dinner my wife bought, I took a shower to prepare for the upcoming training session. Since the weather was getting colder, my wife helped me put on a black, tight-fitting latex suit she'd bought online, cutting out the sensitive areas for torture. She then put on dog paw and leg covers, inserted a dog tail, put on a leather hood that exposed my eyes, stuffed a gag in my mouth, put a collar around my neck, and attached the hood. Next, she handcuffed and shackled me. My penis, as usual, became hard again. My wife gave a contemptuous smile, grabbed two clothespins, pinched my nipples lightly, twisted them, and then clamped them. Perhaps because of the low temperature, the stinging was particularly noticeable, and I couldn't help but tremble! My wife then ordered me to look in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, saying expressionlessly, "Honey, look at yourself now, you really look like a dog! Today, I'll call you Little Black." My wife was already in the zone, and I didn't dare make any mistakes, so I quickly made whimpering sounds. Then, "swish, swish," two lashes struck my dog buttocks. The training officially began.

"I'll be nice to you today so you can see your master's body, but you can't look when you shouldn't." With that, the Queen stepped on my head and began changing. After a while, she ordered me to look up. I saw the Queen wearing a pretty light pink nurse's uniform, still wearing the white stockings she had just brought home, flat nurse's shoes, and medical rubber surgical gloves. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was lightly made up. Although it wasn't the queen's full-on sadistic outfit, it still caught my eye and made me involuntarily excited. My penis even twitched. The Queen angrily lashed out with her whip and roared, "Haven't you ever seen a nurse before, you lowly dog? Get down on your knees!" I obediently lay down on the transparent plastic mat. I heard the Queen pull off her medical gloves and said sternly, "Relax your anus, don't exert any force. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" She quickly pulled off my tail, and suddenly, a chill ran through my anus as if a draft had come out of nowhere. The Queen sprayed some alcohol on her hands, then applied KY ointment to her anus. She inserted two fingers and slowly moved them back and forth, sternly saying, "Little Black, I'm warning you, without my permission, you're not allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere!" I whimpered twice to indicate my obedience. I could only feel the Queen's fingers thrusting and probing inside my anus, and my stomach began to rumble. I had to twist my body and forcefully suppress the urge to defecate. After a while, the Queen finally withdrew her fingers, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The Queen used her nurse's shoes to step on me, signaling me to stay prone. She took out a 500cc enema syringe and a large one-liter beaker filled with warm water. She filled it and said, "Don't move, you wretched dog, you need your bowels cleaned!" Then she inserted the syringe into my anus, and the warm water slowly seeped in. My stomach began to swell. After all 500cc of water had been poured in, the Queen slapped my buttocks hard and said, "You slut! Look at your cunt, it's so open, it looks like your tail can't hold it in anymore!" She then took out a large anal plug and skillfully inserted it into my anus, twisting it before shoving it in all at once to seal it! After a while, my stomach started to cramp. This restless, agonizing feeling of impending doom was extremely uncomfortable! The Queen said calmly, "Don't move! Hold on tight, or you won't be able to ejaculate this month!" She then casually sat on the high chair, took off her nurse's shoes, crossed her legs in front of me, and started scrolling on her phone. The smell of her stockings, worn all day, was sour and foul, and the damp toes swaying in front of me stimulated my sense of smell and sight. My lower body seemed to react, but my penis was locked up, and the pain in my stomach was getting more and more intense. Tortured from both ends, I felt the anal plug was about to give way to the churning urge to defecate!

At this moment, the Queen said in an icy tone, "Honey, I saw you added a female friend on your Facebook. I don't think I know her. Could you introduce her to me?" I was shocked. She was a former classmate, someone I was very close to in school. I casually added her as a friend last week; I never expected this unintentional act to cause such a disaster! Since the new agreement began this month, I haven't heard the Queen refer to us as "husband" and "wife" during our training. She must be furious right now, completely forgetting we're still in the middle of a training session. I instinctively shook my head violently, trying to explain, but found myself gagged and speechless. The Queen angrily lashed my rear end twice, yelling, "Little Black, don't you know your master's possessiveness is very strong? How dare you add a woman as a friend so casually! I don't want to know who she is now, and I never will, but if I find out you can't control your filthy nature again, your fate will be miserable, utterly miserable! Understand?" Not satisfied, she lashed out several more times. A sharp pain shot through me, and I nodded frantically. At this moment, my anus seemed to have reached its limit, and I let out a whimper, begging my master for release. The Queen kicked me twice in annoyance, grabbed the leash, and headed towards the toilet.

The trash can was already lined with a new trash bag. The Queen removed my right paw and said sternly, "Hurry up! I'm only giving you one minute. If you're slow, be prepared to get a few more lashes. Also, don't spray it on the floor, or you'll have to eat it all up. Haha, a lowly dog eating its own shit should be quite fitting." Sigh, I didn't expect that the relationship that had just started to improve would be ruined again by Facebook. The Queen's attitude towards me has gotten even worse. She really doesn't treat me like a human being. I quickly squatted down, slowly rotated the anal plug with my right hand to withdraw it, and forcefully pulled my anus to squeeze it out. With a "plop," a stench wafted into my nostrils. Ah, it felt so good, a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. To maintain some dignity, I controlled the speed of my urination. Unexpectedly, the Queen kicked me in the belly. "30 seconds left! You slut, do you really want to eat shit?" I quickly abandoned my pride and urinated all at once. Then I tightened my anus, grabbed some wet wipes, and hurriedly wiped myself clean. I knelt at the Queen's feet. The Queen angrily closed the trash can lid, led me back to the room, and made me drink again. This time the smell was much milder. The Queen was too lazy to lead me to the toilet again. She took a large basin and told me to do it myself. Then she put on medical gloves to clean my anus and wiped the slightly dirty tight-fitting clothes around my anus. She then opened the gag and stuffed her dirty fingers into the dog's mouth and stirred them around. I suddenly felt really cheap, but since I had offended the Queen first, I had to endure it. Then the Queen took a few vibrating eggs and forcefully inserted them into the dog's anus.

The Queen stepped on my dog's head, and perhaps still furious, she lashed me with a dozen more lashes. I could feel my skin tearing open. Then, the Queen ordered me to straddle a soft chair, raising my legs. She then connected my hands and shackles with rope, and further tied the rope to the handles at both ends of the chair. I was immobilized like a pregnant woman on a delivery table. I thought to myself: "No way, looks like I'm going to have to undergo anal dilation today?" The Queen changed into another pair of medical gloves, then gagged me tightly and pushed me, chair and all, in front of the full-length mirror. In the mirror, my anus was unable to close; the vibrator that had been inserted was gone, leaving only a few wires sticking out, looking utterly ridiculous. The Queen scolded, "You wretched dog! Look at your greedy cunt, so wide open, you must be begging for something. Today, your master will be merciful and play fist-fucking!" I've always preferred watching anal sex videos, and I suppose the Queen knew that. Most of our previous training sessions involved anal torture, but I really wasn't ready for fist-fucking. But the Queen, in her rage, didn't care. She ripped out the vibrator, smeared KY balm on her gloves, and spat a few times to lubricate my anus before inserting it. She said calmly, "Take a deep breath!" She tested the waters with two fingers first, then added three, four... once I got used to it. Finally, her entire hand was shoved in, waves of excruciating pain washing over me. I almost screamed, but at the same time, I was excited. Watching the queen's slender hand gradually disappear into my anus in the mirror, until her entire fist was inside, my body trembled, my legs trying to clamp together. The queen's hand slowly began to thrust in and out, her mouth continuing to humiliate me, "You slut! Look, your cunt doesn't even have anal fissures, it swallowed my hand instead. Looks like I underestimated you, you stupid dog. Did you secretly develop your backdoor before?!" I was innocent, but with the gag in my mouth, I couldn't refute it at all, I could only shake my head desperately. The queen's free hand quickly pulled off the clothespins from my nipples, telling me to behave. Then I felt the queen's fingers inside. She started fiddling with it, quickly finding her target, pinching, pecking, and teasing my prostate. Although the chastity belt was still on my penis, it was already involuntarily leaking fluid from the urethral opening. A few minutes later, just as I was about to climax and tightening my anus, the Queen snorted, "You want to have fun, you slut? You won't get your wish today!" She stopped playing with my prostate and prepared to slowly pull out her fist. Of course, the process of pulling out her hand was excruciatingly painful. "Hmph! What a disgusting cunt, it can't even close! Looks like my original tail is useless now, I'll have to order a bigger one another day." Even though she had forcefully used her fist on me, she now contemptuously criticized my temporarily unable-to-close anus, making me feel utterly ashamed.

Just when I thought today's training was over, I saw the Queen take the beaker of warm water into the bathroom. A moment later, she came out with a yellow liquid in her hand. No way!? Holy water training? I wouldn't dare go for something so extreme! The Queen calmly said, "As a slave, you should wholeheartedly dedicate yourself to your master. You endured the pain without crying out, so this holy water is a reward for you. You should be happy, not refuse a toast only to be punished." She then went to the kitchen, retrieved a plastic funnel, removed my gag, secured my mouth with a mouth gag, and placed the funnel inside. Her eyes began to gaze at me with emotion as she quietly said, "I think this is a necessary process for us." She adjusted the position of my tongue with her fingers, then slowly poured the holy water into the funnel. At this moment, tears streamed down my face. Perhaps this was a crucial turning point in our SM journey; once we passed this hurdle, there might truly be no turning back! At that moment, my mind went blank, tears streaming down my face and into my mouth. I couldn't tell if it was the taste of holy water or tears. After forcing me to drink the holy water, the Queen bent down again and picked up a large anal plug, re-inserting it into my anus. "From now on, anal torture will be a priority. This anal plug will be worn daily, just like the chastity belt. Once you get used to it, you can get an even bigger one. Aren't you excited, you slut!" As she finished speaking, the Queen looked at me and tears streamed down her face. "I think we can't go back now. I will train you to never leave me." Finally, the Queen gently stroked my testicles and nipples, teasing me until I was completely lost in passion. Yet, my body, my penis, my cunt, and my mouth were all under her control. This feeling of going from heaven to hell with every step was indescribable. In the ensuing silence, my consciousness began to blur. In my hazy state, I seemed to hear the Queen enter the bathroom to wash. When I awoke, my wife was standing beside me, dressed in pajamas and new stockings. My mouth was numb. My wife removed the gag from my mouth and untied me completely, taking off her collar and hood. She said softly, "The training is over. Are you happy?" I nodded contentedly, sitting up and stroking my wife's beautiful legs, ankles, and feet. I really wanted to ejaculate! However, this time my wife clearly didn't want to remove the CB3000 for me, so I could only hold her tightly in silence. My wife cupped my face in her hands, gazing at me intently, and said, "Promise me! Never betray me, okay?" I nodded without hesitation. My wife then gave me a playful smile and said, "Even so, I won't take off your chastity belt to give you pleasure, hehe!" Still not used to having something inserted in my anus for so long, I slowly walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After washing up, I returned to the room and said to my wife, "I'll sleep on the chair tonight, and then tomorrow morning I'll wear the dildo to serve you, okay?" My wife smiled and nodded. I happily lay down on the soft chair, and my wife covered me with a blanket. Although the weather was cold, my heart was filled with warmth!

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