My Training Day

I have to admit that words can subtly influence a person's mind. Ever since we started calling each other "dog slave" and "queen" instead of "husband" and "girlfriend" in our agreed-upon training, and began the punishment and training, I could feel that my girlfriend was becoming more and more into the role of the SM queen. She would even occasionally exude the authority of a master in our daily interactions, a stark contrast to her previous submissive demeanor. During training sessions, she would often unconsciously show a contemptuous expression, as if I were truly an incurable slut, not her husband. Of course, it doesn't mean that her love for me has diminished, but rather that she has become more assertive. For example, in discussions about proposing training activities, she has gradually become the one who wants me to follow her methods. And what makes me happiest is that I feel she is almost no longer concerned about the fact that we don't have children. This thorn that has been stuck in our hearts for the past two or three years since our marriage has gradually disappeared with the development of SM.

Last Saturday was my birthday, and my girlfriend finally agreed to my request for a mild foot fetish. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly stopped angrily and pushed me to the ground. She took out a full-coverage leather hood with an opening only at the mouth and forced it on me. Small chains hung down from the edge of the hood to connect to the rivet ring on the collar, and a large round iron ring was welded to the top. After securing the hood, my girlfriend forcefully pulled up the iron ring, causing my head to tilt back. Then she spat into my involuntarily opened mouth and angrily said, "Get this straight! You're the one who introduced me to SM. I didn't expect you to still try to maintain your husband's dignity. You're clearly a dog slave, yet you dare to order the queen around. It seems I need to shatter your ridiculous self-esteem from now on! Let's start with this hood, so you understand that the queen doesn't need to cater to the slave's whims." Sigh, I didn't expect my unintentional action to make my girlfriend so angry. She still made me wear this before today's training. The hood was on, and after what seemed like an eternity, the water finally stopped. I stopped my wandering thoughts, only to hear the bathroom door open. My girlfriend kicked me, telling me to get out of the way. I thought to myself: My girlfriend is about to change. She's wearing a queen-like corset, which makes her 32D breasts look even more breathtaking. The leather stockings reflect a cold light in the dim bedroom light, exuding a sadistic aura. She's probably not wearing underwear under her butt-lifting leather shorts, making it easier for her to masturbate when she's aroused. At 170cm tall, she's wearing size 12... Her platform leather boots, a few centimeters high, zipped up tightly against her thighs, made her a head taller than me when she stood up, exuding queenly majesty. Finally, she put on long leather gloves with a ring tightening at the middle finger, and with a snap, she was dressed. My girlfriend, who was already an ice queen when she wasn't smiling, always ignited my submissive instincts with her pre-training attire and that contemptuous pretty face. Unfortunately, I couldn't see that anymore; the leather hood covering my head was something I couldn't and dared not remove.

Thump, thump, thump… The crisp sound of her boots hitting the floor reminded me that my girlfriend was coming towards me. She picked up the dog leash, hooked it onto the collar, and tugged at it, saying, "Get up." I quickly put on the knee pads and leg warmers, and the paw pads that restricted my grip, crawling after my girlfriend like a dog. From this moment on, my identity was that of a dog slave; the master was everything. All I heard was the sound of a chair being pulled out, followed by two lashes on the dog's rear end from the whip, signaling the start of the training. The Queen removed the gag, wiped the dried saliva around the dog's mouth with a wet wipe, and then tapped the dog's mouth with her finger to indicate that I should open it. I sucked on my master's finger, experiencing an indescribable pleasure. Suddenly, my genitals were jabbed hard by the toe of a boot, and the Queen said with slight anger, "You're still not behaving yourself even when you're locked up with a CB3000, you slut! You'll be sorry later. First, lick your boots clean!" Speaking of which, this CB3000 was ordered by my girlfriend after the training last Saturday. She said it would deepen my submissive nature on weekdays. I was initially resistant because we agreed to only do SM on Wednesdays and Saturdays, but then I thought, wasn't ejaculation control my favorite scene from watching porn? So, half-heartedly, I let my girlfriend shave my pubic hair and put on the chastity belt.

I respectfully opened my mouth wide and carefully licked the heel of the boot, then the platform and the boot itself. My dog nose inhaled the leather scent of the boot, as if trying to imprint my master's scent in my mind. Suddenly, the Queen slapped me and said, "You're so cheap! Stop now, turn around and face away from me." My hands were tightly bound behind my back with rope. The Queen pulled hard on my nipple clamps, and a sharp pain shot through me. I couldn't help but groan. The Queen chuckled coldly and said, "Since you're a dog, wag your tail for me." I quickly raised my buttocks and shook them hard, but instead, I was whipped. The Queen roared, "You cheap dog! Is your anus itchy? Behave yourself!" Then, while twisting the tail that was inserted into my anus, she kicked my testicles with the toe of her boot. I wanted to beg for mercy, but remembering what had happened to the Queen last Saturday, I dared not speak and could only whimper. The Queen said, "You can't even handle this little bit of pain? I think you should put on a gag, so you don't disturb the neighbors and they'll think I'm abusing them!" She then tightened the gag, gently cupped the dog's testicles with her delicate hand, turned on the CB3000, and said, "These testicles have been enjoying themselves outside for too long; it's time for some proper training." She then tied the base of my penis with a thin rope, pulled it outwards, and forcibly separated it with leather straps, pressing it against the dog's thighs. A searing pain shot through me. After tying the testicles, the Queen pressed her fingers on the reddened area, and I screamed and thrashed as if electrocuted. Immediately, the platform of her boots pressed down on my glans. The Queen cruelly said, "If you don't want to become a castrated dog, don't move or scream!" She then used a leather testicle slap to lightly and heavily slap the dog's testicles from side to side. Although it wasn't the first time I'd been tortured, the pain was still unbearable. Involuntarily, I made whimpering sounds deep in my throat. After a while, it finally stopped. The Queen removed the nipple clamps, and I thought of... Her head must have been swollen and red. She opened the gag and stuffed a pair of sweaty, stinking stockings into her mouth, then taped it shut, saying, "I've been wearing these stockings to class ever since the last time I trained you, you wretched dog. It's time for a walk!" Unable to see anything, the Queen led me out of the bedroom. The constant rubbing against my swollen testicles, separated by leather straps and slapped, was excruciating. Thankfully, the Queen slowed down, showing she still had some affection for me. She led me around the living room and kitchen, then to the balcony with some food, saying, "You wretched dog must be hungry. Your food and bowl are here, eat up!" A clatter sounded as metal was placed on the floor, followed by the gurgling of liquid being poured into a container. The Queen tore off the tape and removed the stockings. I couldn't believe it; this was psychological abuse, done to the person closest to me. Eating was truly shameful, so I shook my head desperately. Unexpectedly, my head was slammed hard onto the floor by her boots. The Queen's cold voice rang out: "I said I'd crush your self-esteem! Did you think I was joking? This time it's just milk and cereal. If you don't obey, next time it'll be golden holy water!" I couldn't accept such a heavy-handed approach, so I awkwardly licked the milk and cereal clean from the metal bowl. Only then did the Queen lift her leg, grab the metal ring of the hood, and lift my head, giving me two heavy slaps. "So cheap! You should have just done it from the beginning!" Finally, the Queen led me back to the room. In her anger, she didn't care about my testicles and started walking, pulling the leash along. I could only secretly hope my testicles wouldn't get chafed raw by her thighs. She finally untied the thin rope from my penis and the leather strap separating my testicles, put the nipple clamps and gag back on, pulled out my tail, and slowly said, "Let's train you somewhere else!" The Queen took out an electric dildo, put on a condom, and... The vibrator was inserted into the dog's anus, and the vibration switch was turned on. A tingling sensation spread from my lower abdomen throughout my body, and my penis involuntarily became erect again. The queen casually thrust the dildo in and out, and after a few minutes, she pulled it out, put the soiled condom on my penis, and replaced it with a large anal bead to continue playing with my anus. She also stepped on the dog's head with her boots and said seriously, "You filthy dog! Don't ejaculate on me, or you'll have to eat your semen along with that shit-stained condom." But that was easier said than done. Before long, as the bead was removed... My master pulled hard, and I ejaculated my sticky semen. The queen roared, "You slut! I warned you, but you still disobeyed. I think you really want to eat semen, you filthy dog. Today I'll grant your wish!" The queen removed the gag, pulled my head back by the metal ring on the hood, and my mouth opened involuntarily. Then she threw the condom full of semen into my mouth. It felt disgusting. The smell of feces from the condom and the fishy smell of semen made me want to vomit. My throat itched and I was about to throw up. "You slut! Swallow it all!" The Queen pulled out a saddlebag-style dildo and forcefully shoved it into the dog's mouth, locking it behind the head and pulling up the metal ring on the hood to shove the dog's head between her legs; the round metal ring on the leather hood allowed the Queen to do whatever she wanted with my dog's head. The difference between a human and an animal lies in the head, but with the hood on, I was completely at the Queen's mercy, and she couldn't see my pained expression, allowing her to punish me without any pity; the human head, the most intelligent of all beings, was now merely a masturbation tool for the Queen's lewd pleasure... I heard the sound of the leather shorts being zipped up. The sound of my dog head bobbing and thrusting under the Queen's control filled the air. "Hurry up! Move yourself. If you can make me climax today, I'll spare you. Otherwise, I'll show you how your master treats trash!" The Queen, though passionate, spoke chilling words. After all the changes over this period, I was no longer sure how the Queen would manipulate me. So I hurriedly and diligently moved my dog head. Fortunately, my master climaxed soon after and lay satisfied on the bed. Without realizing it, I swallowed the condom and semen.

After the "training," my girlfriend untied my hands, removed the oral sex device and nipple clamps, and finally took off the collar and hood. Sure enough, she was dressed in a full SM queen outfit. I knelt on the edge of the bed, feeling satisfied. My girlfriend said expressionlessly, "You did very well today, you've improved! Go wash up, I'm tired!" Perhaps because I'd been kneeling for so long, my blood circulation was poor, and I couldn't stand up for a moment. My girlfriend then lashed out with her whip, and I cried out in pain, "Baby, if we keep playing like this, will we never be able to go back to the way things were?" My girlfriend said impatiently, "Isn't this good? Two days a week we live a different life, enjoy it to the fullest, don't think too much. You were the one who guided me into the world of SM. Go wash up, and after you're done, I'll put a CB3000 on you, don't forget..." "Promise me you'll be an obedient slave!" After I finished showering, my girlfriend went into the bathroom to change out of her queen outfit and wash the CB3000 before putting it on me. Looking at the silk lace nightgown and black stockings she was wearing, I couldn't help but feel aroused again. Because I prefer stockings, since we started playing SM, we've reached an agreement that she'll wear stockings regularly, but I must remain chaste and not even watch porn. A click pulled me back to reality; the chastity belt was locked. My girlfriend finally shed her queenly role and smiled, saying, "Go to sleep, don't think too much. I made you orgasm just now, so I'm allowing you to go to bed! I've been good to you today; if we keep going like this, I don't think you'll be able to take it!" I smiled bitterly and remained silent, recalling the torture scene from earlier, and carried my girlfriend into sleep.

[The End]

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