Dog Slave Love Author: hkicbc

Dog Slave's Sinful Love

Author: hkicbc
Word Count: 27,000
Chapters: 6
Published: 2010/09/17 on: Ellie Discussion Forum

Chapter 1: First Encounter with the Dog Slave

My name is Liz. After my parents and brother immigrated abroad, I lived alone!

I work at an advertising company as the assistant to the head of the creative department. I have to work overtime again tonight! It's for
an advertisement for a cosmetics company. It's already 2:00 AM, and I'm going home alone again. The streets are quiet
and deserted . Scary! Of course not! The security here is very good.

After getting off the bus, the way home involves passing through a park. Under the dim streetlights, I saw a man dragging
a... impossible... it was a person! It was a naked woman, her body bound with rope, her breasts
hanging down, crawling on the ground, wearing a bright red leather collar around her neck, dragging a chain. That's how the
man dragged her for a walk.

Suddenly they stopped. I nervously hid behind a big tree, afraid of being discovered, quietly spying. The woman
knelt on the ground, her fists slightly bent and clenched, placed in front of her chest. The man reached out to her, and she
touched his hand, just like a master instructing a dog to do something. The man then stroked her head, and she licked his fingers.
The man then reached out and pulled on the chain connecting her nipples. She lay on the ground, and the man stroked her
head again, and she licked his fingers again, repeating many dog-like actions. I thought they should be called a dog
and a master. Out of curiosity, I sneaked closer, took out my contact lenses from my handbag, and immediately put them on. I was
shocked to see clearly that the dog's small penis was locked by a chastity belt. The dog wasn't female, but a male with a
penis. I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming. The master pulled out his large penis, which the dog sucked and licked. The master
kept stroking the dog's head, but the dog kept clenching its fists and slightly curling them against its chest. After a while, the master put a gag on the dog
, made a circular motion, and the dog turned around, raised its buttocks, and supported its body with its paws on the ground.
The master removed the dildo from the dog's anus and inserted his own large penis into the dog's anus. It must have hurt so much!
The master grabbed the dog's waist and buttocks, pushing and thrusting forward, and the dog crawled forward, slowly walking into one of
the rooms . I sat against a big tree, sitting there motionless for more than ten minutes, slowly digesting what I was seeing. I
had heard of slaves and masters, but I had never experienced it before. The scene before me was very shocking. I couldn't calm down; my underwear was already soaked.
I couldn't sit there any longer; I had to hurry home. I had to sell advertising scripts to clients early tomorrow morning, so I had to get
a good rest tonight, otherwise it would affect my performance tomorrow.

I tossed and turned in bed, touching my breasts! That dog's breasts
were about the same . How could a man have a 36E? Maybe it's because they're tied up with rope, making the breasts more prominent. If
I tied my own breasts with rope, then... so big... Liz, Liz, don't think about it anymore,
I have to . I still can't sleep well, I'm too tired tonight. I didn't want to masturbate, but I had no choice. I hoped masturbation
would help me fall asleep. So I took out a dildo and vibrated it on the outside of my labia. I quickly felt my genitals getting
wet, so I slowly inserted the dildo in and out. Why couldn't it go in? Sigh! I've already turned it on to
the highest setting. I should get up and look for a rope! I searched around, but there was nothing... nothing. Why
isn't there a single rope in the house? ...Suddenly I remembered "chains." I remembered that my brother used to use
a in the storeroom. I ran naked to the storeroom to look for it. There really was a chain and a padlock. There was also a
thick hemp rope. There were so many things in the storeroom. I couldn't wait any longer. I hung the chain around my neck;
it was quite heavy. Then I locked it, squatted down like a dog, clenched my fists slightly, and placed them on my chest, mimicking dog
movements. It was so much fun! I dragged myself back to my room, of course remembering to grab the rope!

Back in my room, I spread my legs and tied them to the bed frame. I stuffed a towel into my mouth—how could
I tie my own hands?! All that fiddling around ruined my mood, so I decided to give up! I inserted the dildo into my vagina, pulled
it out, and quickly became fully immersed. The feeling was so intense, completely different from my usual masturbation [full text], an indescribable
pleasure. With the towel in my mouth, I wanted to spit it out and scream! Only moaning could
release the mountain of desire accumulating inside me. An orgasm surged through my brain. After the orgasm, I strongly felt the urge to
come again , to reach another orgasm. I had to increase the difficulty. I tried to insert the dildo into my anus—my first
time anal sex—but failed. Again! Ah! Finally, it went in! Only excruciating pain! But I didn't stop,
continuing to thrust and withdraw. Gritting my teeth, I reached the climax—and as expected, the intense orgasm caused my vaginal fluids to gush out like a spring. The explosive pleasure surpassed my imagination.
I was exhausted and fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up, it was already dawn. I was almost late. I immediately untied myself and ran to wash up. Looking in the mirror,
a smile still on my lips, I suddenly realized the chain was still fastened around my neck. Oh no! The key was there. Last night, I was so carried away; I must have left
the key in the storeroom. I searched high and low, but it was the only one among the many keys. Fate was playing tricks on me; I
tried and tried but still couldn't open the lock. Time ticked by. I decided to give up! I ran to change and put on makeup,
concealing myself with a scarf, and rushed back to the company without a second thought.

I rushed into the meeting room at the company. The meeting had just started when the creative department head introduced me to a client and
began selling me my advertising sketches. Less than five minutes later, I was kicked out of the meeting room. Defeated, I
couldn't find the key, and preoccupied with the lock, I mistakenly said "the lock of youth" instead of the "key" in "the key
of youth." I repeated this several times, greatly displeasing the client, who yelled, "Lock your head!"
I was immediately fired and left the company dejectedly. "So what if I lost my job? I don't have any family burdens anyway, and my brother
sends me living expenses regularly. Oh well!" A strange joy welled up inside me; the incredible pleasure last night was indescribable
—it was so addictive.

I went home and immediately ran to the storage room to get a bunch of keys. I tried to unlock the lock by the neck, and,
as fate would have it, it opened on the first try! Oh my god! You've really messed me up! I've made a complete mess of the storage room this morning...
I tidied up the box. Why was it so heavy? I opened it and was shocked! It was full of
SM supplies, including handcuffs, leg irons, and ropes. There were also several books, one of which was called "The Complete Guide to Bondage," and two
photo albums... Oh! They were all photos of my mother's SM activities. She looked almost identical to me except for her hairstyle. If I didn't
tell anyone it was my mother, they would definitely think it was me. The bondage was so beautiful! I never imagined my mother was so avant-garde. There was
my father's handwriting on the albums, so I believe he took the photos. No wonder I have SM desires! It must be hereditary.
These SM supplies all looked brand new, unlike what my parents were used to. Plus, the photo albums were all about rope bondage, without
handcuffs or leg irons. Maybe my brother inherited it too; these were tools he used with my sister-in-law. Now it's my turn to use them!

I was playing around and followed the self-binding methods in the "Boundless Encyclopedia." The tortoise shell self-binding method was quite easy; apparently, I have a natural talent for it and learned it
instantly. Looking in the mirror, my breasts were noticeably larger, probably due to the ropes squeezing them, making them even more prominent.
I put a gag on myself, which immediately gave me a feeling of excitement. Then I fastened the leg shackles, and then tried the self-binding method with my hands tied behind my back. It
was easy. I just had to put my hands through the pre-tied ropes and pull them outwards slightly to tighten the knots.
Success!

I showed off my achievement in the mirror, praising myself for being so charming! If someone were to penetrate me right now, I would be [full text] beautiful.
Suddenly, I really wanted to masturbate; my vagina was already dripping with lustful fluid. I wanted to grab a dildo. Oh no! My hands were tied
behind my back and I couldn't untie them. I used my bound hands to flip through the "Boundless Encyclopedia" table of contents. It had self-binding methods, but no self-untying methods. Help!
I wanted to call for help, but my mouth was gagged. What good was speaking? How could I tell my friends, "
I can't untie myself while doing SM, please come save me!" I was so ashamed! I

had no choice but to figure it out myself. I slowly made my way into the kitchen to grab a knife to cut the ropes,
but where was the knife? I never cook! I looked around; the knife and scissors were in the glass cabinet above, but my
hands were tied behind my back and my feet were shackled. How could I reach them? I started having wild thoughts that I was going to starve to death at home
. What a reckless fool I am! I've made a mess of things.

It was already completely dark. I was thirsty and hungry. There was food in the refrigerator, but it was no use. My mouth was gagged, so
I could only drink the water dripping from the tap to quench my thirst temporarily. I sat there on the ground, resigned to fate. Time ticked
by , and it was already past midnight. Suddenly, I remembered my dog. Only my dog wouldn't laugh at me. I believed my dog would help me.
Finally, a glimmer of hope appeared. I patiently waited until 2:00 AM before going out to seek help. Naked, I used my hands behind my back
to open the door and peeked out to see if anyone was there. It was late at night, and the streets were deserted, except for the dim streetlights. I
walked towards the park, but my shackles restricted my movement, and I could only walk slowly. After much difficulty, I finally reached the park, but there was no
sign of my dog. I waited in a secluded spot. Time passed, and dawn began to break, but my dog still hadn't appeared.
Waiting like this couldn't go on. I went to the door of the house where my dog lived and pressed the doorbell with a gag in my mouth.
I was so anxious that tears streamed down my face, and my breathing became labored. Dog, please open the door! I kept pressing the doorbell, but there was no response after
several minutes . Waaah! I'm doomed this time! Just when I was in despair, the lights inside came on. The door finally
opened, but the iron gate remained closed. The dog looked me over;

I was already in tears, breathing heavily, and gestured with my eyes for it to open the gate and
let me in. The dog reached out from a gap in the gate and removed the gag from my hands. I cried out, "Waaah... please untie me!"
The dog crouched down, reached out from the gap in the gate, pushed me around, and untied my hands from behind. The dog remained
silent . Dawn had broken, and a large number of morning exercisers arrived at the park. The sounds grew closer. I cried out,
"Waaah... please let me in to hide!"

The dog shook its head, trying to close the wooden door again. I knelt down and begged. Finally, the dog was moved and let me in
. As soon as the gate closed, the exercisers passed by. I immediately thanked the dog, "Thank you! If you hadn't
opened the door , I would have been humiliated." The dog untied the other ropes binding me, leaving my feet still
shackled; I couldn't remember where I'd put the key. Naked, I felt no shame whatsoever, making no attempt
to cover myself. I said again, "Aren't you going to ask me why I'm like this?" The dog didn't answer. It just
shook its head. Then the dog took a bathrobe and helped me put it on. The long bathrobe covered the shackles on my ankles. The dog tried to
open the door to see me off. I asked the dog, "Where's your owner? I haven't seen him come out." The dog stopped,
squatted began to sob. Waaah! ...

The dog cried, "My owner! He doesn't want me anymore, and he wants me to move out within a week." I asked the dog, "Why? Has
your owner changed his mind? Or does he have a terminal illness?" The dog cried, "My owner is getting married! The mistress doesn't like me and
wants me to leave! I've lived with my owner for years. Now I'm homeless and have to live on the streets." Without
hesitation, I said, "If you don't mind, I'll be your owner! Move in with me!" The dog finally found a new
owner —it was me! The dog didn't hesitate at all, immediately accepting me as its owner. Perhaps because the adoption deadline was approaching,
the dog had no choice; as long as someone was willing to take it in, it would accept! Then the dog came into the room, carrying
its collar and leash in its mouth, crawled to me, clenched its fists slightly, and placed them on its chest. I took the collar and leash from its mouth
and put them on the dog as part of the adoption ceremony. The dog knelt and cried out, "Master! Please take me home, Master!"
Then I prepared to open the door and go back inside, dragging the dog, who was crawling on the ground, along. I said to the dog, "Wait... are you going to
crawl back to my house on the ground?" The dog replied, "Yes! Master!" I said to the dog again, "No! That's not
an instruction. I mean, are you going to crawl back to my house on the ground?" The dog replied, "Yes! Master! It's all up to
you, Master ." I thought the dog wasn't afraid of other people's disapproval or ridicule. On the contrary, I was afraid of being seen. I
untied the leash from the dog's collar, leaving the collar behind, and said, "Don't be a dog for now, walk with me home!"
The dog replied, "Yes, Master!"

After returning home, I was so tired that I ordered the dog to sleep with me in bed. The dog slept beside me, and I
gently rubbed its tiny penis. I don't understand why
I feel such a closeness to dogs. Is it some hidden subconscious feeling, a sense of kinship? If we're all dogs, does that mean I have to be a dog slave? The dog's
tiny penis wouldn't get bigger no matter how much I rubbed it; it was cold and soft! The feel was so addictive! A dildo would be hard and stiff,
offering no real sensation. From now on, I can play with the dog's tiny penis every day. Taking the dog in was definitely the right decision.

I asked the dog, "Doggy! Why are your breasts so big?" The dog replied, "Master! My name is
Hao'er. My parents died when I was young, and I lived with my four older sisters. They raised me as a girl, and I was
determined to a girl. So, after I started working, I earned money to see a doctor to make my breasts bigger, to be
a 36E woman. My fourth sister also became a dog slave, and maybe I was influenced by her. Later, I followed her and became
a dog slave too. In the end, I went back to my former master and lived a very fulfilling and happy life. But he doesn't want me anymore! Waaah!..."
"..."

I said again, "Your previous owner was so pathetic and cheap. Is keeping a pet for life? Don't
cry for him anymore! I'm different! I'll definitely take care of you for life!" The dog said, "Master! Thank you!" I said
again, "Dog! I want to know how you trained it." The dog said, "First of all, to be a dog slave, you must
get used to being naked in front of people without feeling ashamed, and you must get used to being tied up and imprisoned, and you must learn to obey, etc
..." I said, "That sounds so exciting! ...I want to play with it too!" The dog said, "Yes! Master! You
can , even whip me, or make me do oral and anal sex! As long as you're happy, Master." I said
again, "Dog! You penetrate me, and do anal sex with me!" I looked at the dog's small penis in my hand. The dog said,
"Master! My penis is useless now. After my breasts became 36E, my penis is rarely hard anymore.
I mean, Master, you can play with my anus with a hard object." I said again, "Dog! Does that mean you
can do whatever Master wants?" The dog answered, "Yes! Master!" I said again, "Dog! I command you to train me to be a dog slave!"
The dog stared at me blankly, "Master! How can a dog slave train a master?" I said again, "Dog! You don't listen to
your master ! Ah! You're talking back!" The dog didn't dare to argue, only shaking its head. I said again, "I don't even know
how to be a dog slave master. You train me first. After I understand the training process and have experience, I can be
a dog master. You ask the master to tie you up and imprison you, I don't know how to even begin." The dog was deep in
thought . After much persuasion, the dog finally agreed to train me...

Episode 2: Outdoor Training

... But I swore an oath again, using both soft and hard tactics. The dog finally agreed to train me! I screamed with joy,
finally able to be bound and enjoy the feeling of orgasm. No more fear of being rescued after self-binding. From now on,
the dog is my new master! I call the dog my master. Please train me to be a dog slave. I

've been eagerly anticipating this training; I'm sure it will be incredibly exciting and satisfy my curiosity.
Today is the first day of training. The dog master picked out a red, backless dress from my wardrobe.
I usually wear an invisible bra with this dress, but the dog master won't allow me to. Now he's
the master and I'm the dog—no choice! Obedience is the first rule of a dog slave. If he won't allow it, then I won't wear it! He put a dog
collar on me, then handcuffed and shackled me.

The dress is on, revealing my erect nipples, and the dog collar. The handcuffs and shackles are fastened; everything is
ready . What is the dog master thinking? He dragged me by the leash, from the front of the house to the back. Wearing
high heels and shackles, I initially struggled, constantly stumbling.
After walking around the house a dozen times, I gradually got used to it; as long as I took small steps, I wouldn't fall! Is this training? I started to get
impatient. Suddenly, the dog owner changed direction, went to the front door, opened it, and dragged me outside. Of course, I
resisted fiercely. I refused to go outside. The dog owner said, "I'll take you for a walk in the park."

This isn't a joke, is it? Going to the park like this? I kept shaking my head and barking! If
I hadn't agreed to only bark and not speak, I would have yelled at this dog owner for playing me. The dog owner still tried to pull me
outside , but I insisted on not going out! We struggled, and I barked fiercely through gritted teeth. The dog owner suddenly changed his expression and acted fiercely,
his demeanor so fake that I felt no fear whatsoever. He even yelled, "I...I order
you to come for a walk in the park with me!" I sat on the ground, whining and refusing to go, continuing to bark loudly to express my extreme
dissatisfaction .

The dog owner was so kind; understanding my shyness and reluctance to go out, he went back inside and closed the door. He then went into
the room, and soon crawled out, carrying a whip in his mouth, and handed it to me. The dog owner said, "Master!
I'm not your dog master anymore! I can't obey your instructions to train you. Please punish me by whipping my
bottom one hundred times." Oh! Was the dog owner wrong? Or was I wrong? How could I disobey the dog
owner 's orders? I was the one who asked the dog owner to train me, and now I've gone back on my word on the very first day.
[Full text] It's all your fault, going back on your word, it's too much! Now that you've made the dog owner give up on training me, are you going to punish
him too?

I slapped my dog's forehead three times and said to the dog owner, "I'm scared! It's my fault! I'll
listen to you! Do you want to go for a walk in the park?" I was terrified of going out like this, and worried about
what people would think of me. Oh dear! Liz, you're not a human anymore, you're a dog slave! Cast aside your dignity!

I took a deep breath, and then another. I mustered my courage and said to the dog owner, "Dog owner! I'm
ready , we can go!" The dog owner refused to get up and remained kneeling on the ground, saying, "Master! I
really don't have the ability to train you! Please take back your command. Please carry out the punishment!"

I felt ashamed for the dog owner's actions, feeling incredibly pathetic. To show that I knew I was wrong, I
knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the dog owner, admitting my mistake.

I said, "Dog owner! It was my fault for disobeying you, and I should be the one punished." I
immediately picked up the whip and slapped my buttocks hard! Then I handed the whip back to the dog owner with both hands. I said again,
"If the dog owner allows my daughter Alice to break the rules again, I will kick her out of the street as the owner."
The dog owner said, "No! Don't kick her out!" I said again, "Okay! Dog... from now on you
have to be strict..." Ah! ...Suddenly I realized my attitude was wrong. I immediately corrected myself, saying, "It should be...
I request the dog owner to be strict with me, this unattractive dog Alice, from now on. A strict teacher produces a good dog; I beg the owner
to punish my daughter's mistakes." Under my threat to kick her out, the dog owner immediately transformed and
became . The dog owner took the whip from my hand and hit my bottom hard! It hurt so much I jumped up, ouch! That's going to kill me
! ...It hurts like hell!

The dog owner said, "Who told you to speak like a human! Remember you're just a female dog!" Another lash landed hard on
my bottom. Whoosh! Again! All I could do was let out a pitiful, wet-eyed howl, "Woof woof!" The dog owner said
again, "This lash is your punishment for disobeying your master."

Going against your master! Another lash to the left, still defying commands! Another lash to the right, still whining and refusing to obey, still trying
to attack your master! Another lash, a total of ten lashes. I felt increasingly masochistic, hoping the dog owner
would punish me more severely. The lashes on my bottom, though painful, were so satisfying! I thought to myself, "Dog owner, I hope you can be even
stricter with this unruly female dog!"

After being disciplined, the female dog, Alice, rubbed her sore bottom. The first step she took outside with her dog owner
was to see an acquaintance, Zhang Xiaoming, the son of neighbor Mrs. Zhang. I quickly retreated back inside. The dog owner was pulled
back a few steps by me. The dog owner turned and stared at me. I forced a smile, then peeked out again... Ah! Zhang Xiaoming went to school
and had already gone far away. I escaped a disaster. I walked out of the gate with my head held high. The dog owner saw that I had already walked out of the gate,
so he didn't... [link to website] I put my handcuffed hands behind my neck and used my buttocks to cover my face. The dog owner kept dragging the leash in
front of me, guiding me forward.

Finally, I arrived at the park. I secretly observed the people around the park and found that they were all looking at me strangely and
laughing at me. Help! Please God, don't let me run into any more acquaintances! It seems that God is always against me.
My neighbor, Mrs. Zhang, came towards me! I didn't dare to raise my head. This time, there was no way to avoid her!

Mrs. Zhang said, "Liz! What are you... playing at!... Taking pictures secretly!" Mrs. Zhang looked around for a hidden
camera. Of course, there wasn't one! I hurriedly ran away, not daring to look back. My heart was in turmoil. Oh no! How embarrassing!
I wanted to find a hole to hide my head in.

Mrs. Zhang shouted, "Liz! Hey! You're walking so fast! The hidden camera is over there! I
can't find it!" I ignored her and continued to walk away quickly. I ran ahead of the dog owner and pulled him forward. Mrs. Zhang knew I
worked at an advertising company, so she probably thought I was shooting an advertisement!

The dog owner chose a bench in the middle of the road and asked me to squat beside him. He told me to
clench my fists and place them in front of my chest like a dog. My skirt was too short, revealing my thong, and my revealing
clothing didn't attract any attention from passersby. Some even squatted down to look at my face. I felt extremely ashamed,
my heart pounding. Although I had only stayed for half an hour, it felt like an eternity. Many passersby had stopped and
looked at me with strange eyes, making me feel utterly embarrassed and ashamed. I could only keep my head down. I
wondered if making a fool of myself was a form of discipline? How absurd!

The annoying dog—not the owner, but that wretched male dog with four legs and a tail—came up to me
and not only used its disgusting nose to smeg my genitals but also tried to lick my vulva. Luckily,
I reacted quickly and immediately barked loudly and fiercely at the male dog, enraging me. The male dog was so frightened that it ran
away. My legs had been squatting for too long and were starting to go numb. I barked at my dog owner.

The dog owner said, "Are you tired? Let's go somewhere else!" So, the dog owner dragged me
along by . I kept barking as I walked, using my own invented dog language to curse, "When I'm successful, I'll parade
this dog owner naked through the streets!" Suddenly, an old man collapsed in front of me. Oh dear! I guess he
was terrified and had a heart attack. Good luck to him!

We came to a rocky outcrop. The dog owner made me kneel down, then handcuffed and shackled me, making it
impossible for me to move. He also blindfolded me and then walked away. I suddenly felt lost;
everything . The dog owner was gone, yet still beside me. A wave of fear washed over me, like an abandoned
little dog.

The dog's owner had vanished, and I couldn't hear their voice. All I could hear were mocking voices, and a sense of loss and growing panic gripped me. I felt utterly helpless, unable to move. I barked
incessantly but no one paid any attention. Suddenly, someone patted my head, startling me.

Almost scared out of my wits, I immediately yelled, "Who is it?!" A strange voice replied, "Just a
little , no need to be so mean!" I cursed, "Get lost! You filthy man!" I muttered to myself, "Waaah
… Dog owner, where are you going? Come and take me home! Don't leave me here! I'm so scared!…
Waaah…" That overwhelming feeling of helplessness erupted, causing me to involuntarily look around, but all I saw
was darkness. My thoughts were on the verge of collapse, plunging into a dark abyss. I continued to cry, but afraid of attracting
the attention of strangers, I could only sob softly for help. My heartless dog owner abandoned me. Every now and then, someone would come and pet my
head, making me panic... and someone would pull my hair. Then I heard a strange voice: "Sorry!
The little one was just playing! Xiaomei is back!" "Mommy! My sister is tied up!" "Xiaomei! My sister did
something wrong and was punished by kneeling." "Mommy! If Xiaomei does something wrong, will you punish me like my sister?"
"Yes!" The voice slowly faded away.

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, constantly replaying the events of this morning, from being handcuffed and shackled to being teased by the male dog,
over and over again. I muttered to myself, "Waaah... was I being naughty? It must be because I disobeyed and defied
orders. It's my fault, I'm a stupid dog, so useless! Why!

Waaah... Dog owner, where are you going? Come and take me home! I don't want to be alone, don't leave me
here! I'm so scared!" ...The female dog misses her owner so much! Oh!

Her owner doesn't want her anymore! She answers herself: No way! Suddenly she shouts loudly. Yes! Definitely! I'm
disobedient, disobedient, and defiant. Waaah...

I've reached a point of despair. Suddenly someone unlocks the handcuffs and shackles. I immediately
tear off the blindfold. In the bright light, I see...

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