The training of a noble master

The Distinguished Master's Training

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I finally met my long-awaited master, and following the direction he indicated, I saw his car.
The moment I opened the car door, I saw my real master and was stunned. He was much more handsome than in the photos, even more beautiful than I had imagined.

As soon as I got in the car, before I could even take another look at him, he said, "Lower your head. My dog
can't raise his head in front of me." I quickly lowered my head, feeling extremely satisfied. The master's car started moving, and after a while,
he tossed me a pair of underwear, saying, "This is a reward for you." I quickly took it and put it to my mouth. I knew this
was underwear my master had specially prepared for me for two days. My master usually changes his underwear every day, so his underwear is generally unsmelly
, but he wore it for two days just so I could smell it. I was really touched.

However, I was disappointed when I smelled the underwear, because even though my master had worn it for two days, it still didn't
smell . My master was just too clean. After the car had been driving for a while, my master asked me what it was. I answered that I was my master
's lowly dog. My master was very angry. "You should be proud to be my dog. You should say it proudly, and
I told you to use honorifics, have you forgotten?" I quickly and loudly said again, "I am the lowly dog of my noble master!"

This time my voice was louder, and my master seemed more satisfied and did not continue to punish me. After all, it was my first time being
a slave, and I was really embarrassed. But my master's authority really intimidated me and made me quickly get into character.

My master drove the car to a secluded corner where no one was around, stopped the car, and then told me to get out.

"Change your clothes as quickly as possible." I quickly took off my clothes and changed into the tattered dog clothes that my master
had prepared . Just as I was about to get back into the car, my master suddenly said, "Kneel down!" My master's voice was not loud, but it was very
authoritative.

I was a little stunned at the time. I did not expect my master to start training me outside, but I involuntarily knelt down in
front of my master. My master handed me a bottle of urine that was specially for me to drink. "Drink it," my master commanded. To be honest, I
was really thirsty. I'd never drunk urine before, but kneeling at my master's feet, looking at his handsome
leather shoes and strong legs, I couldn't resist any longer. In three gulps, I drank more than half a bottle of urine. I couldn't drink any more.

My master seemed quite satisfied with my first time as a dog. After drinking half a bottle, my master nodded, signaling me to get in
the car.

My master blindfolded me in the car, and suddenly everything went black, but I
wasn't scared at all. On the contrary, I felt very happy to have finally found such a wonderful master. I knelt on the passenger
seat , smelling my master's underwear.

After a long time, we finally arrived at my master's house.

After entering the house and closing the door, I immediately knelt down. My master moved his feet, and I quickly
changed his shoes. I quickly crawled over and smelled the shoes, but they still didn't smell! There was nothing I could do; my master was just
that clean. It was a rare treat to smell my master's feet. My master turned and walked into the house,
and I crawled closely behind, following him into his bedroom. My master asked me to change his clothes and
put on comfortable clothes. My master's trousers and shirt are so handsome, I really don't want to take them off, but
I dare not disobey. When I was helping my master take off his trousers, he suddenly slapped me. "From now on, when you take off or put on
my trousers you must kiss my penis first, then take off or put on the trousers, and then kiss it again, understand?"

"Yes, Master." I was so happy that my master gave me such a rule. I was just wondering when my master would
reward me with kissing his penis. I changed my master's T-shirt and shorts. My master lay on the bed and put his feet off the bed.
I started to lick my master's feet. My master's feet are plump, white and very neat. My master told me to look at his feet carefully
and count the hairs on his feet. I knelt down at my master's feet carefully and licked his feet carefully
. My master's feet are so big, it is really difficult for me to lick them. It is impossible to put all of my master's toes in my mouth at once. But
in order to please my master, I still tried my best to put his toes in my mouth. Fortunately, my master did not say that I
hurt his feet. After licking for a while, my master let me lick his anus, which excited me immensely. I didn't expect
my master to reward me with licking his anus so soon.

I quickly pressed my face against his anus and took a deep sniff. My master's buttocks
had no smell at all, not even a hint of sweat. I was a little disappointed, as I had hoped to smell his anus.
However, my master's anus was very beautiful, clean and smooth. I stuck out my tongue and licked his anus.

His anus was very smooth, and it felt very comfortable to lick. My tongue gradually
went .

My master was so clean; even inside his anus, there was no smell. I licked my master for
more than 10 minutes. My master sat up and put a dog leash on me. I was even more excited and quickly kowtowed to
my master to thank him. My master led me to the toilet. My master needed to pee, so he gave me a bowl to hold under his mouth and
started peeing into my mouth. His freshly urinated urine was warm and slightly salty, but the smell was very faint.

I drank it in big gulps, leaving only a small portion in the bowl. My master wasn't too happy with how much
I drank this time, leaving the rest of the urine in the corner and telling me I'd have to drink it all next time. I was very grateful that my master didn't force
me to drink it. However, that evening, my master peed on my face, giving me a good soaking, which felt
really good.

My master went to the kitchen to cook, leaving a rag on the floor and telling me to follow him wherever he went
, and to make sure not a single drop of water dripped on the floor. My master was constantly moving around in the kitchen, fetching this and that, and
I could only crawl around on my knees, a little disoriented. I also had to watch out for any water droplets under my master's feet,
quickly wiping them up with the rag to avoid getting the kitchen floor dirty. After my master finished cooking,
he leaned against the windowsill to look at the scenery outside, his buttocks facing me. His buttocks were pert and square, making his pants look
perfectly straight, incredibly sexy and handsome.

I couldn't resist crawling over and pressing my face against his buttocks, rubbing them against his. The master
tacitly agreed. The master said, "I want to fart," and I quickly pressed my face even closer to the master's butt.
But after waiting quite a while, the master didn't fart. "Never mind, I can't fart," I thought, a little disappointed, but still
happy, at least it meant the master wanted me to smell the master's fart. Logically, the master's farts and saliva shouldn't be wasted.
It's a waste. A dog crawling at its owner's feet is supposed to be constantly serving by sniffing its owner's farts, preventing the smell
from spreading elsewhere, and [the whole thing] going straight into my stomach. I also have to eat the owner's saliva, acting as its
portable spittoon.

The meal was ready, and the owner placed an iron bowl on the ground for me. I knew this was my dog food bowl.
The owner sat down at the table and gestured for me to kneel to its left. I quickly crawled over and knelt at its feet.
The owner started throwing things into the bowl; I saw it was meat, something the owner must have bought specially. But I
usually don't eat meat for dinner, and seeing such fatty meat made my stomach rumble. Then the owner spat
some chewed rice into the bowl. I really wanted to eat it. But I couldn't eat meat, so I quickly
kowtowed to the owner and said, "Master, I can't eat meat for dinner." The master was a little angry. "Why didn't you say so earlier? I even
bought meat for you. You can skip the other meat, but you have to eat the rice I spat out, understand?" Hearing the master's
tone soften, I was overjoyed and quickly ate all the rice the master spat out.

To be honest, it was the first time I had ever eaten rice spat out by the master. I thought it was very
precious , so even though I don't usually eat meat at night, I still ate the meat the master spat out. It felt good
because it was the master's spit-out. Serving the master [full text] the master's meal, the master pulled me around the house for a walk. The master walked
so fast that I couldn't keep up. Because I had never crawled on my knees on a hard floor before, I really admired
the master I found everything I did today was extraordinary. After walking around for a while, the master got tired and sat on the sofa to watch
TV. He made me lie between his legs and put his feet on my face and chest, massaging the soles of his feet with his hands.
The master also gave me saliva to eat a few times, and I managed to catch it in his mouth each time. The master seemed quite satisfied.

As evening fell, my master was getting ready for bed. I helped him undress and threw a
blanket for me. I was told to sleep there that night. My master lay down, and I quickly followed.
To be honest, I was exhausted; I'd never knelt for so long before. I handed him the leash, as he would hold it
while sleeping. I felt safe and secure, a sense of security, finally finding
my master, a sense of belonging.

While I was sleeping, my master suddenly tugged on the leash, and I immediately knelt up. He said he needed to use the restroom,
and I quickly crawled over. This time, however, he only had me hold his penis; he didn't make me
drink it. Perhaps the urine smelled strong, and he was worried I wouldn't be able to handle it, as I'd never drunk urine before. I was grateful for
his thoughtfulness. That night, my master let me smell his farts several times. His farts smelled wonderful, not stinky at all,
just a little like nitrogen. I deeply inhaled my master's farts, it felt so good! At first,
it smelled a little strange, but then I became completely addicted. Every time, I would inhale my master's farts completely, to the point that my master said he
couldn't smell what his own farts smelled like. Actually, I inhaled them all, they felt cool and incredibly
comfortable .

I don't know how much time had passed, but my master went back to bed and ordered me to crawl into his blanket and
lick his penis, buttocks, and feet. My master didn't say to stop, so I didn't dare to stop. It was dark and hot under his blanket
, and I slowly began to lose consciousness. I kept telling myself, "I am my master
's dog, everything I have belongs to my master." Gradually, I became numb. I don't know how long I licked my master,
but finally my master got tired of licking and wanted to ejaculate. My master ejaculated and made me lick it clean. I rarely eat
other people's semen, but I was still willing to lick my master's semen.

I licked my master clean and asked if he wanted me to wipe him clean with a towel. He said no, and told me to
cover him with the blanket and get off the bed. After my master got up in the morning, he told me to go out and wash up. He also washed up and
then ate breakfast.

I had been kneeling all night yesterday, and this morning I couldn't kneel anymore; my knees hurt terribly. At breakfast, I sat on the floor and
didn't kneel down to my master. He didn't scold me and tolerated it. To be honest, I was so grateful
. My master ate breakfast and sat on the sofa, gesturing for me to kneel down. I crawled to him and knelt quietly
. After a while, he suddenly said he wanted to cancel the toilet training. I was a little surprised. I had agreed to be
his dog and be able to eat his feces. He had initially agreed;
how could a dog not eat his feces? But since he suddenly said he wanted to cancel it, I couldn't do anything about it. Later, he agreed to let me help him
flush the toilet. This is already quite merciful; this is just the beginning of the owner's plan to train the dog to eat poop. I really hope
the owner can quickly train me to successfully eat their "golden" poop. To be honest, the owner's body and poop really
do look like the color of gold, which is very exciting. However, since it was the owner's first time training the dog to eat poop, they weren't quite ready
. I had just crawled to the toilet when the owner told me to quickly flush the poop away. Actually, it was also my first time smelling
someone else
's poop, but I really wanted to smell it and eat it. However, seeing that the owner wasn't happy, I didn't dare to offend them. I didn't smell it and quickly flushed the toilet clean. But the owner rewarded me with toilet paper,
allowing me to take it back and smell it slowly. I was already very grateful. Then I served the owner a bath. After the bath, the owner asked me
to help them change clothes, and the owner dressed neatly. They told me the training was over. I thought this 24-hour training
was over. The owner had me change clothes and threw me the underwear and toilet paper they had given me. My master didn't tell
me how to handle the underwear and toilet paper he gave me when I got back. Even without his instructions, I was to
respectfully smell his underwear every day, savoring his scent. Once in his car, I didn't dare speak. He took
me away from his house

, thinking he was going to take me home. But he didn't. He stopped the car in front of a shopping mall and
told me to get out. I didn't know what he wanted, but I didn't dare ask. He walked ahead, and I could only
follow behind. To be honest, because it was nighttime when we arrived, the first time I saw him was in a car, and then
he spent the whole night training me in those shorts. I really hadn't had a proper look at him in his dress pants and shirt.
Following behind gave me a chance to see him. Although he was rather plump,
he had . He was so handsome. His steps were particularly powerful, and his walk naturally exuded
a domineering aura.

Following behind my master, admiring his handsome figure, my admiration for him grew even stronger, naturally making me
feel even more humble. I kept thinking how wonderful it would be to be my master's dog forever. But I dared not let my mind
wander, afraid of getting too close or bumping into him if he suddenly stopped, or even worse, afraid of falling
behind losing his control. So my eyes were fixed on his rear end, watching his
steps, afraid of making a mistake.

Walking alongside him felt natural. I never expected my master to walk with me so gracefully and
naturally. I was truly grateful that my master could lead me so naturally down the street, giving me
a small comfort. It seemed there was hope of becoming my master's dog, and it also meant that my performance yesterday had satisfied him.
That feeling truly made me feel like a servant, as if I had traveled back to ancient times and was now
a slave . If I could go back to ancient times, I would gladly serve as a slave in my master's home for life.

Master, this is how I truly feel, my honest feelings. Please enlighten me, Master.

Thanks for sharing, the details are very well written, but the protagonist is a bit too perverted, haha! I don't like stories that are too short, but thank you anyway for sharing a good novel. It's really good, I support it, and I hope you continue to write even better stories. No exciting scenes?
And where's the training part? There's not much of a training process, it's written too simply. It would be better if you could describe how the master trained the protagonist earlier. I've been reading for a while now...

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