There is a sow in the house

I am an orphan. Due to my high IQ, I was admitted to the computer science department of a prestigious university. Before I turned thirty, I earned 50 million yuan using my programming skills and creativity. After achieving financial freedom, I chose to retire and pursue the life of my dreams.

Perhaps it was divine intervention, but at the age of 29, I met the woman most suitable for me and married her. She was almost the perfect woman in my mind—beautiful, with a great figure, a gentle personality, few relatives, and little contact with them. I am a severe male dominant, and she happens to be a severe female submissive. We met online through a dating platform, and after a period of adjustment, we realized that we were each other's perfect match. So we moved in together and quickly got married.

We moved to a small third-tier city, bought a villa, and decorated some of the rooms as SM practice rooms, living a shameless life. To my astonishment, I discovered that her submissive tendencies were rapidly growing, gradually surpassing my own. Several times, when I thought I had reached a point of extreme "perversion," she would still laugh shamelessly behind the gag, deliberately offending my dignity and authority, forcing me to find even more perverse and extreme methods of discipline to satisfy her desires.

Over two years, I gradually explored her limits and found the most suitable lifestyle for her. Let me tell you my story.

One weekday morning, I went to a bathhouse to relax. After bathing, massaging, taking a nap, and enjoying the buffet, I leisurely drove home in the evening.

I parked the car in the garage, opened the security door, and walked into the entryway. My wife was already waiting for me at the door. Before leaving in the morning, I dressed her up as a sow—her limbs were folded and wrapped in leather restraints; her stomach was filled with a 1-liter enema of a mixture of glycerin and warm water, then plugged with a vibrating plug from a pig's tail; two wireless vibrating eggs were inserted into her vagina and remotely controlled by my phone; a short, thick dildo was inserted into the outside of her vagina, vibrating intermittently. This custom-made dildo was in the style of a double-headed dragon, with a large portion protruding, making the sow look like a boar, giving her a uniquely lewd appearance; large, heavy metal dildo-shaped bells hung from her neck, clitoris, and nipple rings, dragging halfway on the ground when she crawled, making her both heavy and lewd; her mouth was tightly plugged with a pig-arch-shaped air inlet plug, and her nose was also wrapped inside the pig arch, forcing her to smell stinky socks; she had blurry contact lenses installed in her eyes, which could only see about 1.5 meters; her head was covered with a half-covering leather hood in the shape of a sow, with two realistic pig ears drooping on either side of her head.

The sow's front hooves were encased in custom-made round metal handcuffs, like Doraemon's round hands. Her hind hooves were exposed, with the five toes on each hoof bound tightly towards the knee with thin rope, forcing her hooves to constantly tug at the muscles, causing excruciating pain. The words "Stinky Pig Hoof" were tattooed on the center of her hind hooves.

Under the influence of drugs I bought from the dark web, the sow's flexibility, endurance, resistance, and udder size all improved, but the side effects included a faster metabolism and excessive sweating, especially on her feet. I could already smell the stench of her hooves just standing next to her. To punish the stinky sow, I forced her to lick her hooves clean every day and to make smelly socks from them to gag her or put in her breathing box.

Incidentally, the sow's parents lived with her brother; we provided sufficient support and visited them once or twice a year. At my insistence, her relatives never stayed at our house and rarely visited. Having reduced her social circle to a minimum, I found a tattoo shop within our circle and had her covered in lewd designs and words. For example, a stinky pig's hoof on the sole of her foot, "Fuck me" on her inner thigh, "Top-quality pork 30 yuan a pound" on her outer thigh, "Livestock" above her vulva, "Toilet" on her buttocks, "Safe travels" around her anus, a penis shape on her outer upper arm, and "Slutty sow" on her breasts, etc. If she didn't occasionally need to go out and meet people, I would have tattooed her forehead and face long ago. Anyway, these tattoos aren't permanent; she can get them removed at the shop when needed.

The sow, who had been given an enema and confined at home all day, was barely holding on. She struggled to support herself, her large, watery eyes gazing at me through her pig-shaped mask, making grunting noises as if pleading, "Good master, please grant me liberation, let me rest a while." The custom-made, voice-controlled pig tail anal plug from Germany, upon hearing the sow's grunts, began to spin faster. The scene resembled a real pet pig grunting and wagging its tail to greet its owner upon returning home.

I took off my leather shoes and put on slippers at the shoe cabinet, walked past the sow, and kicked her large rear end hard, yelling, "Stupid pig, follow me, let your master see what stupid things you've done today." The sow, scolded, struggled to her feet, supporting herself on her bionic pig hooves made of high-strength frosted plastic at the elbows and knees, crawling behind me, occasionally letting out ingratiating grunts.

I walked around the living room; it was alright, except the sofa and cushions were a little messy. After all, raising a human-shaped sow is much better than raising a disobedient husky.

I went to the toilet on the first floor, where the sow relieved herself and ate. The space reeked of urine, making me cover my nose. After kicking the sow's rear end, I yelled, "You slut, go pee in the pig's bladder and see if you've peed in the wrong place again!" The sow fearfully crawled to a drain in the corner, raised her right leg, aimed her urethra at the drain as much as possible, and then forcefully squeezed out a stream of yellow pig urine. Most of the urine fell into the drain, but towards the end, when the flow decreased, some of the urine spilled outside the drain, splashing onto the floor and her legs.

I grabbed a stun gun from the toilet and started shocking the sow's rear end and soles, yelling, "Stupid pig, how many times have I trained you? Don't pee all the way through! Hold it in at the end, that way you won't pee outside!

Why can't you do it? Is your pig brain really that bad?"

As the sow screamed, cried, and curled up in a ball, my anger subsided a little—even if this sow was a bit stupid, at least she was obedient.

I turned to look at the small stainless steel basin on the other side of the toilet. Inside was the pig feed I'd prepared that morning, a mixture of milk, holy water, premium dog food, imported oatmeal, and various medications. It was almost gone—the sow's pig-shaped mask contained an inflatable, hollow dildo inserted straight into her throat; by inserting the dildo into the semi-liquid feed, she could slowly suck it up.

After inspecting the sow's toilet/feeding area, I checked the other rooms on the first floor, such as the kitchen, guest rooms, and activity room. Aside from the activity room where I saw traces of the sow playing with her stuffed animals, I didn't seem to have gone into the other rooms much. In the corner of the activity room was a custom-made smart treadmill. I took out my phone, connected it, and checked: Great, the sow had completed her 5-kilometer workout for the day. A 5-kilometer jog every day is a must for the sow; she can break it down into no more than 10 repetitions on the smart treadmill. Only proper exercise can ensure a healthy body. Although jogging on all fours with a gag in her mouth is quite strenuous, I'm not some kind of demon. I set the speed low and could stop to rest whenever needed.

In the corner of the activity room was a small stainless steel basin containing the holy water and milk I had prepared that morning. The 2-liter liquid had been mostly consumed by the sow, leaving only a thin layer at the bottom. It's clear that completing a 5-kilometer run in her condition was truly difficult.

I told the sow, "Upstairs," and then went up the curved staircase in the large living room to the second floor. The sow then trotted towards her toilet, where there was a hidden pet elevator—a sow-only elevator that she could only crawl into on

her stomach. Once inside, she could use her pig-nose to press a button to go up and down the stairs. As I slowly walked up to the second floor, the sow had already entered the master bedroom's toilet via the elevator and climbed to the master bedroom door to greet me. Every door in the villa had an electronic lock, with a hidden button below the door frame that could be opened by nudging it with her pig-nose.

I led the sow on a tour of the second-floor master bedroom, children's room, study, playroom, and other rooms, finding no signs of mischief or vandalism. After walking such a long way, the sow was panting heavily, making grunting noises through her breathing channels.

Seeing the sow constantly clenching her hindquarters and emitting grunting sounds, it seemed she couldn't bear it any longer. I took a leash, fastened the two forked ends to the sow's teat rings, and led her back to our master bedroom. There was a soft, comfortable double bed there, but the sow wasn't allowed to sleep on it. Underneath the sheet was a sturdy, low iron cage—that was where the sow usually slept.

Continuing on, I led the sow to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, where there was a relatively spacious fiberglass shower stall. I opened the shower stall and gestured for the sow to climb in and face the doorway. I squatted down and slowly pulled the still-rotating electric pig tail anal plug from between the sow's plump buttocks.

This anal plug looked unremarkable—a curled pig tail made of hard plastic—but inside were five metal balls of different sizes, fused together and connected. As I pulled out the metal balls one by one, the sow let out mournful cries, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Just as the last metal ball was about to be pulled out, I slapped the nearly collapsed sow's rear end hard, ordering her to perk up and clench her anus to prevent it from spraying out and soiling her owner and the surrounding environment. Pulling the

entire anal plug out, I glanced at the sticky, foul-smelling liquid on it and tossed it into the corner of the shower, commanding, "Sow, smell your own pig manure. See how smelly you are!" The sow obediently aligned her breathing hole with the anal plug, sniffing intently, occasionally flashing me a fawning smile and making soft grunts, as if saying, "Master, look how well-behaved and obedient I am!" After a moment, I commanded, "Crawl to the right position, Master is going to relieve herself." The sow shakily turned her rear end inwards, still sniffing the anal plug. I closed the glass door and commanded, "You can defecate now, sow!" At my command, the sow could no longer hold it in. She let out a mournful cry, her hind and hind hooves sliding weakly to the sides, her rump gradually collapsing to the ground. A large gush of yellow liquid gushed from her anus, spraying onto the wall and bouncing back onto the floor and her rump. Luckily, I had turned on the exhaust fan and ventilation fan beforehand and covered my nose, otherwise I would have been overwhelmed by the extreme stench.

Gushes of liquid continued to be squeezed out, with some blackish-yellow, muddy-like semi-fluid finally sliding down. The drain in this bathroom was something I had specifically requested during the renovation; the drainpipe was relatively thick, connecting to the toilet's sewage pipe via an S-shaped conduit, ultimately flowing into the community's septic tank. A large amount of liquid and filth flowed down the slightly sloping floor towards the drain.

A full minute passed, and the sow had essentially finished defecating, expelling all the waste that had accumulated throughout the day. The shower smelled terrible. The sow nudged the glass door with her nostrils, moaning and pleading for my mercy.

I pressed a button on the wall, and warm water sprayed from the showerhead, washing her filthy body. She tried to move her head to a corner where the showerhead couldn't reach, minimizing the water from getting into her breathing holes and preventing her from choking. She arched her backside, her anus, stretched open by the anal plug all day, still not fully closed, to the warm water, trying to clean herself as thoroughly as possible. This wasn't the first time I'd done this; I wasn't worried.

Leaving the bathroom/shower, I went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed, turned on the TV, and played some videos of me training my sow wife, while masturbating to my gradually swelling penis. After ten minutes, I went back to the bathroom, turned off the shower, and opened the glass door to let her out. She was almost completely clean, except her leather restraints were soaked and needed cleaning and maintenance—things she did herself that night.

I bent down and freed the sow's hands from her leather restraints, commanding, "Untie yourself, clean yourself up, and come see me." The advantage of keeping a humanoid pig is that you don't need to clean her up; she can take care of herself and do many chores for you.

Lying on the bed, I watched a training video for another twenty minutes when I heard a knock on the bathroom door and a timid voice: "Master, may the sow come in?" After I agreed, a naked, beautiful woman carefully pushed open the door, crawled in, and made her way to the foot of the bed, licking my toes and soles, carefully eating away the dead skin on my feet.

Enjoying the sow's oral service, after a while, aroused, I commanded her to get on the bed, fold her limbs, support her body with her knees and elbows, lower her head, and stick her buttocks up high to expose her honey hole. Knowing she was about to be favored by her master, the sow consciously spread her front hooves to lower her center of gravity, trying to bring her legs together as close as possible behind her. Thanks to medication and consistent training, she could barely manage this complex and lewd position. Seeing her wanton appearance, I knelt and inserted myself into her formed leg-like opening from behind, using her well-maintained, boneless little feet to further stimulate my penis until it was hard. When the time was right, I thrust my spear deep into her already wet vagina. What followed was a series of shallow thrusts followed by deep ones, twists and turns, and other movements I won't go into detail about.

Under my long-term training, even when the sow was close to orgasm, she dared not speak or moan, only emitting snorting sounds or grunting noises, her hands and feet never relaxing for a moment.

Twenty minutes later, I roared and poured my hot, sticky fluid into her vagina. The sow let out a mournful cry, unable to maintain her position any longer; except for her buttocks, which were still struggling to stick up high, the rest of her body went limp. A moment later, after I pulled out my penis, the sow, as I requested, struggled to roll over, spread her legs, and lie flat, her eyes rolling upwards, her mouth wide open, tongue lolling out, and her hands making a peace sign beside her head, looking utterly exhausted.

After our lovemaking, I held my pet pig and lay down to rest for a while, then told her some news: "Master's newly acquired college girl slave, Acha, will be staying at our house for a month during the summer vacation. While she's here, she'll be your mistress. As a sow, you can't disobey your mistress, understand?" Hearing my words, the sow looked unhappy, pouted, and replied insincerely, "Yes, Master, a sow is a lowly animal and would never disobey her mistress." Seeing her unhappy expression, I knew she hadn't quite grasped the situation yet, so I climbed onto her breasts with one hand and kneaded her clitoris with the other. A moment later, the sow went into heat again, her eyes glazed over, her mouth open, tongue lolling out, and she breathing rapidly. Taking advantage of her arousal, I whispered seductively in her ear, "You're just a slutty, wanton sow. Wouldn't you be happy if you had another mistress to train, control, and abuse you?" Under my teasing, the sensitive sow quickly approached orgasm. She imagined being played with by two mistresses; her vagina was overflowing with fluid, her nipples were engorged and erect, and her muscles spasmed and convulsed. In the ecstatic moans of orgasm, she murmured,

"Happy~~~~~"

[The End]

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