Serving the Mistress (1-8) Author: Unknown

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Chapter 1 Dog Ring Restraint

I am a sex slave, Hayakawa Kenji, twenty-two years old. Actually, I am just a dog serving and pleasing my mistress. My mistress's name is Ikegami Nami, eighteen years old this year, and she is currently in university.

Although my mistress is much younger than me, she is very good at taming me, and I also like to be trained by her.

Mornings are the most distressing time for me because after my mistress gets up, she usually does some exercise. Every day, she jumps rope or does a waltz on my body. I can only painfully endure her smooth feet stepping on me again and again.

Another exercise is hand exercise. My mistress holds a leather whip and whips my body hard until her hands are tired before resting. Sometimes, my mistress will make me lick her sweat with my tongue before she lets me serve her a bath.
After the mistress went to school during the day, it was my turn to exercise. She stipulated that I had to crawl around the house a hundred times every day, and I absolutely dared not slack off.

Next, I would tidy the rooms, wash the mistress's clothes, cook dinner before she returned from school, and do everything else she asked me to do.

Of course, I had to do all these things on my knees, because a slave cannot stand without the master's command.

Sometimes, the mistress would chain me outside the door, and I would kneel naked by the door, acting as her watchdog.

At night, when the mistress returned, I became her sex slave, available for her to use in whatever way she pleased.

Because I was not allowed to wear any clothes, when I was tidying the rooms, kneeling on the floor washing dishes or cooking, my back was exposed. The mistress could come up behind me at any time and beat my bare buttocks with her hand or a whip, or make me stop what I was doing to serve her.

To completely control me, my mistress often made me hold a leather whip in my mouth so she could whip me at any time, leaving welts on my skin.

Sometimes, she would tie one end of a rope to my penis and the other end to her toes, forcing me to crawl wherever she went. If I crawled even a little too slowly, I would suffer the pain of my penis being pulled.

Of course, she would also often deliberately tug at my penis with her toes, enjoying my pained expression.

In short, I was my mistress's sex tool and plaything 24 hours a day. I was her most beloved sex slave, and I loved my mistress and loved serving her. I was willing to do anything to make her smile.

When she wasn't busy, she would usually leave me naked except for a dog collar around my neck, sometimes tying my hands behind my back, while she freely listened to music, watched TV, or read.

When reading, my mistress liked me to lie face down on the floor, my buttocks raised, and she would place the book on my buttocks and read calmly.

If she needed to read the newspaper, I would fetch it for her in my mouth like a little dog.

While she read, she would comfortably recline on the sofa, placing her beautiful legs on my buttocks, letting me serve her.

If she asked me to wash her feet, I would prepare a basin of clean water and carefully wash her feet, cleaning each toe and between them, then massaging her feet, trimming her toenails, filing them neatly, and applying nail polish.

When watching TV, she usually had me kneel at her feet, putting her toes in my mouth for me to lick.

If she stepped on my head, I would obediently lower my head to the ground, raising my buttocks high, letting her enjoy the feeling of being superior.

Sometimes, the mistress would put her feet on my buttocks or casually whip them.

Even with my hands tied behind my back, I could still serve her; I could use them to open the refrigerator, get drinks, turn on the TV, the stereo, and retrieve DVDs.

Making me slap myself was also a frequent task of the mistress, as it intensified my sense of humiliation, and she enjoyed the crisp sound of my self-slapping.
When the mistress sat on the sofa resting with her eyes closed, she would usually make me do this. I had to keep slapping myself while softly counting, and she would fall asleep to the sound of my hands hitting her face.

Even after she fell asleep, I couldn't stop, because I couldn't stop without her command. No matter how painful my face was, I had to continue. At this point, I could only hope that the mistress would wake up quickly and give me the order to stop.

Because my mistress always treated me like a dog, she wouldn't allow me to use my hands to do things that could be done with my mouth. For example, if she ordered me to fetch the whip used for my training, I had to bring it to her with my mouth.
Sometimes, if I was slow, she would punish me, and I would obediently accept her punishment, offering myself completely to her.

My mistress usually didn't use the toilet to urinate. Sometimes, while watching TV or on a whim, she would order me to open my mouth and urinate directly into it.

Alas! What could I do? Being my mistress's slave meant obeying all her commands, and this only highlighted how noble she was, and how loyal and submissive I was.

"Do you like it?"

(After I drank it, my mistress would always deliberately humiliate me.)

"Yes, thank you for your reward, mistress!"

I would always answer humbly.

I also often ate my mistress's feces and licked her clean after she defecated. I was very satisfied with her; she often praised me for being much more mature than when she first started training me.

At night, when I bathed, I had to kneel by the bathtub to serve my mistress.

My mistress had many ways of tormenting and abusing me. At home, I usually wore a dog collar and could only kneel on the floor without permission.

She would chain me to the collar, making me crawl on the floor like a dog, and then lead me into the bedroom or the basement, a place specifically for training and abusing sex slaves. I spent many unforgettable nights there.

The basement was full of things: ropes, whips, racks, shackles, and all sorts of strange tools. Of course, the bedroom also had the usual whips, ropes, and shackles for tormenting me.

Now I was a completely tamed slave, and my mistress enjoyed using me in the bedroom.

I liked kneeling on the floor, holding my mistress's buttocks, and oraling her genitals while thrusting my hips forward so she could whip me with abandon in her excitement.

Seeing my mistress reach orgasm again and again filled me with immense pleasure.

The mistress had far more orgasms than I did. I was only allowed to ejaculate with her consent. Sadly, I was rarely allowed to ejaculate, sometimes not even once every few months. But this was what I, as a slave, was supposed to do.

The mistress often brought her female classmates home to play. Every time this happened, I felt incredibly embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do. As a slave, I had to kowtow and greet each of them, calling these girls, who were younger than me, "auntie." Then they would use all sorts of methods to play with me, and I could only obediently accept it.

Although this felt humiliating, whenever I saw the mistress's happy smile and the envious looks her classmates gave her, I felt satisfied and gratified.

Sometimes the mistress and her classmates would take me on outings. They would just have fun, while I, under their manipulation, had to do everything. When someone got tired, they would use me as a stool to sit on and rest.

I think I was born a sex slave, born to serve women and be their loyal slave.
To explain how I became a sex slave, it all started a little over a year ago.

At that time, I had just graduated from university and was already a manager at a company. With money and status, I lived in a luxurious villa area. My mistress, Nami, was my neighbor. She was a high school student, a very outgoing girl, and exceptionally beautiful and cute.

I had always had a strong admiration for women and often fantasized about being abused by them.

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