Trained by Princess Xiaoqin

Day after day, I use dating apps to find targets, sending the same question to anyone I feel is right: "If a guy asked you to kick his balls, would you want to?"

Most girls either don't reply, or initially reply that they would, but after a few exchanges, they realize I genuinely want to be kicked and say they think I'm crazy, and then the conversation ends. Xiaoqin is an exception, and she's now my master. Me: "If a guy asked you to kick his balls, would you want to?" Xiaoqin: "Yes, I'd kick them until they burst."

Me: "Really?! How many kicks do you think would burst them?" Xiaoqin

: "One." Me: "Do you think letting me smell your worn socks is a reward or a punishment?" Xiaoqin

: "Of course it's a reward! I wore them!" Me: "If I can withstand one kick from you, will I get a reward?" Xiaoqin: "Ten kicks."

Me: "Okay!!"

After chatting for a few weeks, I met Xiaoqin one weekend.

Because I'd always wanted to be "trained" by a girl from a certain medical school, I bought a three-story house nearby (with a garage, yard, and a wall). I had a large inheritance from my parents, plus my keen sense of the stock market, so I was basically financially secure.

Xiaoqin happened to attend that school.

We met at a coffee shop. She was wearing a light blue dress, white canvas shoes, and pink invisible stockings. For the first three minutes, neither of us spoke. Xiaoqin broke the silence: "Sit forward a little, open your legs." Hearing this, I was incredibly excited; my penis was already aroused.
As I did so, she suddenly kicked me, her shoe hitting my testicles. I didn't dare make a sound or move too much. Xiaoqin: "I just lifted my leg a little bit. You can't even handle that? How can you be my pet?" At that moment, my penis, ignoring the pain, became aroused again.

Xiaoqin: "I remember you live around here. Let's go to your house now. I'm going to test whether you're qualified to be my pet."

Then I drove Xiaoqin home. After parking the car, I politely opened the door for her. As soon as she got out of the car, she said, "Kneel down." I was afraid of losing the chance to be disciplined, so I knelt down without saying a word.

Xiaoqin: "Since you want to be a pet, kneeling is only natural! Now take me inside." I crawled in front of Xiaoqin and led her into the house. When I reached the door, I instinctively tried to stand up to open it, but Xiaoqin shouted, "Kneel down! From now on, your knees are not allowed to leave the ground without my order!"

After entering the house, since it was a newly built house, there was nothing inside. I led her around and back to the door. Suddenly, she sat on my back. Xiaoqin: "I'm sending you all the things you need to buy. I'll come and check on Thursday. If anything is missing, you're dead." After she stood up, she said, "Kneel straight, open your legs, put your hands behind your back. You've been hard all this time, do you think I didn't notice?" Then she kicked me hard in the testicles, and I leaned forward in pain.

I knelt down, then she went around behind me and kicked Xiaoqin hard again: "Now take me back, and then go buy all the things I asked you to buy. After taking her home, I quickly opened my phone to look at the things Xiaoqin asked me to buy. First, we went to the furniture store, then the fitness equipment store, the electronics store, and so on...

I had all the rooms decorated by Wednesday...

Finally, Thursday arrived. Xiaoqin sent me a message at noon, telling me to wait for her at home. I was extremely excited because she had class today, which meant I could come over directly after school. Just thinking about the smell of her socks after class made me unbearable. I waited anxiously at the door until after 5 o'clock. At this time, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and sure enough, it was Xiaoqin in her medical school uniform, with a skirt she had shortened herself, skin-colored stockings and black knee-high socks, paired with square-toed student leather shoes.

Just as I was staring in disbelief,

Xiaoqin said: "Haven't I disciplined you in a long time? Have you forgotten the rules? Kneel down and open your legs." After hearing this, I quickly knelt down.

After closing the door, Aqin ignored my kneeling and went inside. Five minutes later…

Aqin finished walking around all the rooms and said, “Not bad, you’ve done everything I asked. Looks like I should reward you properly.” She slowly approached me with a strange smile, holding a collar and a metal object. “

Come on! Since you’re a pet, you should act like one. Take off your clothes.” I didn’t dare to delay and quickly took off my clothes and pants, leaving only my underwear. Aqin used her foot to poke at my genitals. “What is this? Dogs shouldn’t wear underwear!” she said, kicking me.

I covered my genitals in pain and quickly took off my underwear as well. “

That’s more like it. That’s how a good dog should act,” Aqin said, squatting down and putting the metal object on my genitals. “

Click!” My genitals were now locked. Aqin smiled with satisfaction and flicked my testicles. “Since you’re my pet, this place shouldn’t be needed anymore!” Then she picked up the collar and put it around my neck, pressing my head down. From now on, you must call me Master. When I'm standing, your head must never be higher than my buttocks; when I'm sitting, your head must never be higher than my knees. She then tugged on the collar leash and placed her shoe on my head: "When I'm leading you, your dog eyes are not allowed to look above my knees. Do you hear me?!"

I quickly barked twice. Ah Qin stroked my head: "That's a good dog." Then she led me to the living room. While crawling, I kept staring at her shoes, unconsciously leaning closer to steal a sniff. But she seemed to know I was going to sniff her shoes and deliberately increased her pace.

When we reached the living room, I knelt in front of the sofa. She gestured for me to lift my buttocks and spread my legs.

At that moment, I felt a metallic object gripping my testicles and pulling backward. I instinctively moved backward;

then she forcefully pulled the leash and ordered me to kneel properly, before sitting on the sofa.
With her feet up and soles facing upwards, she said, "I said I'd reward you, my good dog. Come on, lick the soles clean. You're only allowed to lick the soles now, and don't let your paws leave the ground while you're licking."

I quickly crawled over, but as I approached the sole, a sharp pain shot through my testicles.
It turned out my owner had just fastened the other end of the rope to a hook on the floor. While I hesitated, she swung her shoe: "What? I'm giving you a reward, but you don't want to lick it?"

I endured the pain, stretched the rope 20cm, and laboriously crawled to the sole, beginning to clean it for my owner. The soles were flat with a thin layer of dust. It took me several tens of minutes to finally lick one sole clean, but my owner, engrossed in watching TV, completely ignored me. As I licked less and less, she stepped on my head with her shoe and said, "Is this one clean yet?!" I looked up at my owner and quickly barked twice. Hearing this, my owner smiled contemptuously and lifted her right foot, placing it on her left knee: "Change to this one." Watching her change her foot, I inadvertently became aroused, but because I was locked up, I felt a sharp pain. Seeing my expression, my owner said, "Didn't I tell you not to look above your knees without my permission?" But in reality, my owner knew very well that with her foot-changing posture, I couldn't see her mysterious area at all. Then, my owner sat further into the sofa: "Poor dog, even if you saw it, you couldn't do anything. Even worse, you can't see it." With a wicked grin, she moved her foot to the side: "Come on! Change to this sole."

I looked at the sole of the shoe. Although my owner only moved it slightly, it was already close to my limit. Then, my owner gently encouraged me, saying, "Come on! Almost there! Keep going!" and wiggled the shoe. Hearing this, I disregarded the possibility that my testicles might break from the extreme stretch and crawled forward with all my might, pulling the rope to extend it another ten centimeters—a distance equivalent to pulling a ten-kilogram weight! As I licked, my owner's wiggling shoe would occasionally move closer to me! Just as I reached it, it would pull back, causing my testicles constant, painful tugging. Just as I finished licking the second sole, my owner used the tip of the shoe to lift my chin and said, "Silly dog, do you want to smell my socks?" I couldn't believe it when I heard this, thinking, "Finally, I can smell my owner's scent!" I immediately nodded vigorously, barking, "Woof! Woof!"

Then, my owner walked behind me, untied the clasp binding my testicles, removed my chastity belt, stood up, and said, "Open your legs!" I pushed myself up with both hands, like a push-up. Disappointed, I thought it wouldn't be so easy to smell it. I placed my palms on the floor and lifted my body. My master tapped the floor with the toes of his shoes, making a scratching sound. "Hold this position well, or I'll kick you hard down there. If you can hold this position for ten times, you'll get a reward. If you can't hold it for five, you'll be punished!" "Open your legs a little wider, so it's easier for me to kick."

When I opened my legs almost into a starfish shape, my master suddenly kicked me. The shoe made direct contact with my testicles with a dull thud. My master tapped the floor again with the toes of his shoes: "Why didn't you count? Start over, straighten up!"

That kick had already made my legs tremble slightly. Just as I straightened up, my master kicked me again: once, twice, three times, four times, five times, six times, seven times, eight times. My hands and feet started to tremble, and my head began to blur. Then my master said, "Two more kicks, get ready!" And then he kicked again, but this time it wasn't the top of his shoe that hit me; it was his shinbone. Then everything went blurry, and I said, "Nine..."

When I woke up, I found myself lying on the floor, feeling something cold below. When I opened my eyes, my master was sitting on the sofa looking at me. I quickly tried to get up and kneel, but he stepped on my face to stop me: "I'm sorry! I think I went a little too far." He bent down and patted my head: "It's a pity! You almost endured ten full-force kicks to the balls. I thought you wouldn't last two. Here's a reward for you!" She spat out mouthfuls of water, and I quickly opened my mouth to catch it. "Just lie there and apply ice as usual. I'm going back now. Come pick me up tomorrow afternoon," she said, and then she left. On

Friday afternoon, I drove to her house to wait for her. Suddenly, someone tapped on my trunk—it was her! I quickly opened the trunk and got out to help her with her luggage. Today was a casual day at school, and she was wearing a black dress with nude stockings and brown ankle boots. Just as my knees were about to buckle, she stopped me with a look: "Hurry up and put my luggage in the car." After we got home, I carried all her luggage inside. I put the three suitcases in front of my room, and the large cardboard box in the entryway. She went inside and put everything away. I quickly crawled to the sofa in the living room. She was watching TV. When she saw me kneeling there, she coldly said, "Is everything all put away?" " Yes

, everything's all put away!"

"Okay! Then go to the gym and try out all the equipment. Do as many reps as you can!" "I'll go pack my luggage first," I said, and then I went upstairs to my room.

When I got to the gym, I found that the equipment was all bought according to my owner's instructions, and I hadn't actually used any of it yet. I started with the pull-up bar, but since I don't exercise much, I could only do three reps before I couldn't go on. Next was the bench press, and I tried 30 kilograms... It took me almost an hour to finally use all the equipment once, and I was covered in sweat. I crawled out and saw my owner organizing her shoes in the entryway. I crawled over and barked twice. My owner glanced at me and continued organizing her shoes. My

owner had about a dozen pairs of shoes: two pairs of short flat boots, four pairs of athletic casual shoes, one pair of square-toed student shoes, two pairs of short high-heeled boots, and one pair of studded short boots. What was special was the shoe rack; my owner's shoes were hung directly on the rack, with the uppers facing inwards and the soles facing outwards.

After cleaning my shoes, my owner looked at me and said, "You're filthy! Go take a shower and remember to brush your teeth three times. I'll give you a reward later." Overjoyed, I quickly crawled to take a shower and brushed my teeth five times carefully. After showering, I crawled to the living room. My owner was engrossed in watching TV, so I didn't dare disturb her. I knelt down and lay there. My owner glanced at me and gestured for me to kneel at her feet. She then used the tip of her shoe to lift my chin and asked, "Brush your teeth a few times." I replied expectantly, "Five times! Good boy!" Then she crossed her right foot over her left and licked the sole of my shoe clean. Remember, you can only lick the sole, and your nose is not allowed to be higher than the shoe or sniff my shoes. After receiving the order, although I could only lick the sole, I was still very happy.

Since there were no constraints this time, I quickly licked one shoe clean. Then, my master stepped on my head with his right foot and placed his left foot on top of his right. Throughout the entire process, my master didn't look at me at all, but was focused on watching TV. After I pulled my head out, I continued to lick the sole of the other shoe clean. About half an hour later, my master seemed to have finished watching the TV series. He gently kicked me away and inspected the soles of the shoes.

After the inspection, my master ordered me to crawl over and fastened the chain to the collar; then he led me to the entrance hall. When I
got to the entrance hall, I finally understood why my master had asked me to buy this shoe

rack. At this moment, my master walked behind me, squatted down, and squeezed my testicles. I suddenly had a bad feeling. While he took a scary chain and fastened it to my testicles, he said, "Before I finish my bath, you'll lick all the soles of my shoes clean. If one pair isn't clean, your testicles will suffer." Then he fastened the chain to the wall. The distance between the hooks was just right so that my tongue could only hook onto the sole when I pulled it as tight as possible. Just as my owner was about to get up to go take a shower, I thought, "Oh right! I forgot to change into indoor slippers!" Saying this, I crossed my legs and said, "Take off my boots, you can only use your mouth." Just as my mouth was about to hook the boots, my owner suddenly put his foot down and said, "I forgot about this." My owner picked up a clothespin and clipped it to my nose to prevent me from sniffing my socks while taking off my shoes. This little action was only right, wasn't it? My mood plummeted. I bit the heel and pulled back, finally managing to take the shoes off after a long time. After taking them off, I put the shoes aside and swallowed hard. With my nose clipped by the clothespin, I couldn't breathe in that anticipated scent. Reluctantly putting down the boots, I turned around and saw... My master wore pink sailor socks over her skin-colored stockings. Then, she slowly extended her socked foot towards me, and my mouth involuntarily moved closer. Suddenly, she pulled her foot back and stepped on my head with her other foot, still in a boot: "You're not qualified to smell my socks yet. Quickly take this one off too." After taking off the other boot, I picked up the sole and placed it on the shoe rack. Then, I carried the slippers from the side to my master's feet, held the toes in my mouth, and helped her put the shoes on. My master patted my face with satisfaction and removed the clothespin from my nose: "Quickly lick all those soles clean. I'm going to take a bath, ah!" "Don't sniff!" the master said as he went inside. I looked at the dozen or so pairs of shoes and started cleaning the top two layers: ankle boots and school shoes. Since the soles were flat, the cleaning was relatively quick. Although my testicles were aching slightly from the restraints, I endured the pain to finish the task before the master finished showering. I cleaned the remaining sneakers, which were much more difficult to clean due to their irregular patterns.

Just then, I heard the door open upstairs. I thought, "I'm doomed, there are still two pairs left." Ignoring my dry mouth and the pain in my testicles, I desperately licked the remaining two pairs of sneakers clean. When I finished licking the last pair, I realized that the master hadn't come down yet. I thought maybe he was deliberately giving me more time, and I felt a pang of gratitude. I quickly checked to make sure everything was clean. I looked at the shoes carefully and suddenly had an urge to sniff them, but the way the shoes were arranged meant I couldn't smell them without taking them down. Just as I was lost in thought, the master came downstairs and asked as he approached me, "Have you licked them all clean?"

Replying to Master: It's clean. As I answered, I accidentally raised my head. Master's pink pajamas and the barely visible short skirt made me blush and quickly lower my head. Master then raised her foot and stepped on my head: "Luckily you knew to lower your head, otherwise I would have crushed the root of your wild thoughts." Suddenly, the foot that was stepping on my head lifted up. Master took two steps back. "Want to see? Now you can see if you just raise your head." "Don't want to see? Master stretched her foot forward and used her toes to lift my chin up. Looking at Master's fair calves, knees, and thighs, I wanted to continue looking up. Master put her foot down: "If you want to see, crawl over here! Now you are allowed to raise your head." I was overjoyed when I heard this and crawled forward with all my might. Suddenly, my balls pulled hard and pulled me back. Master let out a silvery laugh: "What, don't you want to see?!" Then my owner took two steps back: "I'll give you 10 more seconds."

Teasing me like that made me excited again. Ignoring the pain below, I desperately crawled forward. Just as my owner's countdown was about to end

, I used both hands and feet to pull the rope to its limit, finally reaching my owner. My owner stepped on my shoulders. I was extremely excited and slowly raised my head. My owner smiled contemptuously, a sweet smile on his face, and said: "See that? I never thought you, this silly dog, would even throw away your balls just to see my skirt." With that, he stepped my head down and walked over, unfastening the buckle fixed to the wall and pulling on the rope. I quickly crawled back, lying down and not moving, playfully pulling on the rope. The throbbing pain made me whimper. My owner laughed even harder, checking the soles of his shoes as he pulled: "Hmm!" "So clean, you really are my good dog. You must be hungry and thirsty." The owner said, pulling on the leash and leading me into the kitchen. To keep up with my owner, I crawled forward desperately. If I slacked off even slightly, the leash would tug at my testicles. Once in the kitchen, my owner took a dog bowl and led me to the bathroom: "You'll sleep here tonight. This is your dinner. Water is in the toilet. Oh, and this toilet is for drinking water. You're not allowed to pee or poop in there. If you need to pee, there's a drain next to it. As for pooping... you're not allowed to poop now. If you really can't hold it in, it's okay." The owner then said with a mischievous grin: "Just poop in the drain. I just don't want to see poop or smell any strange odors when I come in. You know what happens if you can't hold it in, right?" I

wondered if my owner meant that if I accidentally pooped, I'd have to eat it myself.

The owner patted my head: "Goodnight, good dog." Then they closed and locked the door.

I stared at the bowl of white rice, realizing I hadn't eaten anything all day. Even though it was just rice, it tasted quite good. My mouth was dry, though. Looking at the water in the toilet, I was relieved it was a new toilet that hadn't been used yet, and I'd cleaned it when I tidied the house. Better than dying of thirst. I stuck my head into the toilet. Just then, the bathroom door suddenly opened. "Sorry, sorry to disturb your drinking," my owner said with a smile, tossing me a blanket. "Don't get cold! And by the way, remember, dogs drink water by licking it slowly with their tongues." Then I heard the door close, leaving me staring at the toilet water. Luckily, there was the blanket; even in the bathroom, there was something underneath me so it wouldn't be hard. Lying on the floor, I wondered how I'd be trained tomorrow. Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

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