Taxi driver's dog-raising diary (non-bestiality) (1)

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Inspired by the Japanese film "Forbidden Room Training: Hong Kong Nights of Love". The movie was too short and not satisfying. I added content myself. I plan to write a longer piece.

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I've always wanted to have a dog.

My family lives in a single-story house. Three large tile-roofed houses built thirty years ago, with a large area. Land in the countryside wasn't worth much. Besides, thirty years ago, the housing bureau didn't care much about building houses. You could build as big as you wanted. The yard was bigger than the house itself. Later, the city grew. The countryside became the suburbs. Even so, my house is still in a remote location. At the foot of the mountains at the northernmost part of the suburbs. Usually, not many people come here.

After my older sister made a name for herself in Shanghai, she brought my parents there to retire. She wanted to take me with her. I refused. I don't know what to do in Shanghai. I don't have any skills. I don't have a good education. In a big city, I can only do manual labor. And that depends on the boss's attitude. My family's twenty acres of land are enough to support me. I rented it out to the Chen family, who give me a few thousand yuan a year. I also drive a taxi in the city to earn some extra money. Life is leisurely and easy.
My family has always wanted to arrange a marriage for me. I've met several girls, but none of them are suitable. The girls I like don't like me back. Even if they agree, I think they're too ugly. Life is short, and I don't want to marry a haggard woman and spend my life like that.
If I need anything, I can call a prostitute. Although I've never called one.

I want to get a dog. A purebred German Shepherd. But they're too expensive. Last time, a friend introduced me to the local armed police station. They wanted 56,000 yuan for a newborn puppy, and no bargaining allowed. I talked to my sister about it, but she flatly refused.
She did agree to me getting one, but her suggestion was to buy a cheap mongrel for a few hundred yuan. Anyway, all dogs are the same. As long
as it can guard the house when it grows up, that's fine.

This has become my biggest wish. My friends are all talking about girlfriends, but I want a dog. Everyone laughs at me. Of course, this is none of my business. I just want a dog. A German Shepherd. I've even bought the leash. I'll buy it once I've saved enough money. Over the years, I've saved over 20,000 yuan by living frugally. After I save 30,000 yuan, I'll go to the armed police station to see
if I can negotiate a lower price.

— In the taxi industry, you encounter all sorts of people. Low-class individuals are very common. This has honed my fighting skills. When faced with unreasonable people, you have to be even more unreasonable. And taxi drivers are generally quite united. If there's a large group, I just shout on the walkie-talkie, and dozens of brothers immediately come over with iron bars.

During the day, I drive a regular taxi for a legitimate company. I don't earn much. At night, I drive my brother's unlicensed taxi.
That's more lucrative. I only need to give my friend 200 yuan; the rest is mine. The car is a bit old, but customers generally don't mind. Some areas are harder to hail at night, so I specialize in those areas.

The other day, I had just driven a couple when a girl of about seventeen or eighteen got in. I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw she looked very Japanese. It was strange, really. Even though we're all East Asian, some people can tell a person's nationality at a glance—South Korean, Japanese, Chinese. Of course, it varies from person to person. Most people can't tell just by appearance.

This girl was really beautiful. Big eyes, small mouth—the typical Japanese girl you see in AVs.
It was autumn and cold, so she was wearing a lot of clothes. But her hands and thighs looked very slender. She must have a good figure.

I thought to myself, if I had a girlfriend like that, I'd rather not buy a dog. Of course, that was just a thought.
How could a black taxi driver like me possibly have a chance with such a perfect girlfriend?

"Where are you going, beautiful lady?"

"Fu-gui-hotel."

The last sentence was spoken in broken English. She was probably referring to the Fu-gui Hotel, the only four-star hotel in town.

"Foreigner?" I asked as I started the car.

The girl didn't react.

"Neon?" I tried asking. The girl suddenly smiled and nodded frantically. I already knew from variety shows that Japanese people exaggerate their emotions. It's unsettling.

It really was a Japanese person. That's rare. There are very few foreigners in our city. We occasionally see South Koreans. They have factories in the development zone. This is the first time I've seen a Japanese person. The Fugui Hotel is quite far, about a twenty-minute drive. And I can go straight home after dropping them off. That's good. When I got to Wenming Road, I found a long line of cars ahead. I used my walkie-talkie to ask the guy what was going on. He told me that a water pipe had burst ahead. He was stuck there, unable to get through or out. Hearing this, I immediately reversed while the traffic police weren't busy. If I waited any longer, I would be stuck in traffic behind me, and I would end up like that guy.

I turned around, pointed ahead, then pointed to the ground, and gestured to her that the water pipe had burst. The girl nodded. Then I pointed to another road and gestured that I wanted to go around it. Finally, I pointed towards the hotel and said, "Go to the hotel." The girl gave me an "OK" sign with her small, white hand. The girl was quite clever; she
seemed to understand.

That means I have to go through Renmin Road and then merge onto Minsheng Road. It's a longer route, but these two main roads rarely get congested, just more traffic lights. After driving for seven or eight minutes, I found another long line of cars ahead.
"What's going on today? Why is there traffic everywhere?" My brothers complained along with me.
There was no other way. I decided to take the expressway. Although it was a long detour, at least there wouldn't be any traffic jams there. I turned around and gave the girl an apologetic smile. She immediately flashed her cute tiger teeth and said, "Da-i-kao-bu."
I understood. It meant it's okay. I've watched countless films and have a decent grasp of Japanese. Things got much better after getting on the expressway. I sped off at 110 mph, eager to finish this job quickly so I could go home and watch Yu Zheng's *The Return of the Condor Heroes*. I really adore the chubby-cheeked Little Dragon Girl. Then something unexpected happened.
When I tried to get off the expressway, I found there was construction ahead.

"What…" I almost swore. Then, I glanced back at the girl with a sigh.
She was already laughing, covering half her face with her hand and laughing uncontrollably. I looked regretfully at Yingchun North Road. Originally, I planned to take her back to her hotel from here, then return the same way and go straight home. Now I'd have to take a longer route. At that moment, a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head. Once the thought crossed my mind, I couldn't resist it.

A beautiful female dog!

Why keep a dog? Wouldn't it be better to keep a beautiful female dog? Because Japanese AV is so famous, I think of this whenever I see a Japanese woman. It's a mental habit. This girl is very well-behaved. What if I took her home and trained her to be a beautiful female dog? No sooner said than done. I looked around, then casually turned around and ran home.

The girl was quiet, leisurely looking at the scenery outside the window. Her hair wasn't very long, just above her shoulders.
This hairstyle is my favorite. My crush in junior high had this hairstyle. But she soon realized something was wrong. The surrounding tall buildings were getting fewer and fewer. The scenery became desolate. Even the most clueless person could tell I was leaving the city. The little girl nervously patted my shoulder and whispered, "Smithmasen... gibberish..." I pointed to my ear, indicating I didn't understand.

The girl clearly sensed something was wrong. Her face turned terrified. She looked around anxiously. Haha. With the car going this fast, I'd accept it if you jumped. Unfortunately, this girl didn't have that courage. That's understandable. For Japanese women, what's more important than life? The worst outcome is being raped. If she jumped, her fate would be unknown. Judging by her age, she'd probably been raped countless times. Japanese women are more open than American women. A classmate of mine in America said that American girls generally lose their virginity before thirteen, rarely after fifteen.

There are no streetlights around my house. The cement road was just built last year. The village road construction project is quite effective. The country probably has nowhere to throw away cement. My house is the only one in this far area that got repaired. After entering the yard, I got out of the car and closed the big iron gate. The whole yard became a closed environment. The wall is high mainly to prevent thieves. The suburbs aren't very safe. My house is big, so it's been burgled more than once or twice. Of course, most thieves leave disappointed.

I didn't have much stuff, and it was still annoying when something like a TV would go missing every now and then. So I bought some bricks. I built a little wall whenever I had free time. Now it looks like this. I stuck some broken glass on top, and it's a very effective security wall.

After closing the gate, I glanced into the car and saw the girl huddled on the other side, her eyes filled with fear. No wonder. She was a complete stranger in this unfamiliar place. I had dragged this little girl to this dark, rural area. If she wasn't scared, I'd have to wonder if she was possessed by Sadako. I pulled on the car door and found that she had locked it from the inside. I chuckled to myself, took out my key, and unlocked the door.

"Come on, be good," I beckoned her to get out. The little girl didn't move. "Hmm?" I glared at her with a threatening tone. She actually started crying. Her eyes were already brimming with tears, which streamed down her chubby baby cheeks.
I found it quite amusing. The little girl was pretty, and when she cried, she looked even more pitiful. It made me want to tease her a little.

I wasn't in a hurry. I just leaned against the car door and stared at her. After a while, she actually crawled out.
"So obedient?" To be honest, I was a little surprised. Had she already accepted her fate? Had she gotten into character so quickly? I'd heard that Japanese women were very obedient, and it seemed that was true.

The girl lowered her head, not daring to look at me. She clutched her backpack to her chest. I roughly pulled her wrist and led her into the kitchen. The girl basically didn't resist. She was very compliant. The crying and fuss I expected didn't happen. But I could tell that the girl was very scared. She just kept crying. Tears streamed down her neck. She was already an adorable little thing, and her crying only aroused my lust even more. I wanted to strip her naked and take her right there and then. But I didn't do that.

This was my pet. I had to train her slowly. Raise her into my dog. I pointed at her nose and said, "Yourname." The girl said a name. I didn't understand. I told her, "Yourname is Wangcai! Wang! Cai!" The girl was smart. She repeated, word by word, "wang, cai," then nodded to indicate she understood.

I tried calling her, "Wangcai!" The girl immediately nodded, "Hi!" I immediately shook my head in dissatisfaction, "Not hi! No hi! It's woof woof! woof! woof! You, Inu! woof woof!" I watched Inuyasha and knew that the Japanese word for dog is Inu. The girl's face immediately changed, and she shook her head frantically, indicating that she couldn't accept it. She looked very angry.

I couldn't care less about her mood. I took out a dog leash from the cabinet, intending to put it on her. At this moment, the girl finally knew how to resist. She suddenly threw the backpack in her hand at my head and ran away. She probably understood what I meant. The Japanese know more about "beautiful dogs" than I do. Such a heavy-handed thing was clearly unacceptable to her. Unfortunately, with her small body, her strength was almost zero for me.

I easily grabbed her and pinned her to the ground. I sat on her stomach, pretending to hit her. The girl covered her head and started screaming. She kept yelling, "Hit me, hit me, hit me!"

Of course, I couldn't bring myself to hit her. What beast could really do such a cute girl? But I also realized that
this girl was unusually timid. She didn't know how to resist at all. When I straddled her just now, she could have easily kicked me in the groin and then seized the opportunity to escape. But she didn't. Maybe she was too scared. She didn't dare to anger me.

I glared at her through gritted teeth, waving my fists, and then held the dog leash out to her. The girl spoke in gibberish for a while. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I pinched her cheek hard. This time I used some force. The girl burst into tears. Before, she had only cried silently. Now she was crying out loud.

Just as I was feeling sorry for her, the girl actually took the dog leash with trembling hands. I was shocked again.
This girl was so easy to bully. Had she been bullied by her classmates in Japan before? She accepted such humiliation so easily. I couldn't help but start to look down on Japanese women. With this kind of personality, their entire nation should be slaves. But then again, this girl was really suited to be a beautiful dog. Aren't dogs supposed to obey their master's commands unconditionally?

The girl put on the dog leash herself. I climbed off her and sat on a chair in the corner. Then I beckoned to her. The girl hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached me. I immediately stood up, pretending to be angry. The girl panicked. She didn't know what she had done wrong. I pointed to the ground, then made her crawl on her knees, pointing at her nose and saying, "Inu! You Inu!"

The girl resolutely shook her head, indicating she would rather die than submit. I pretended to be angry and gave her a flying kick. I didn't actually kick her. Then I pretended to hit her again. She still shook her head. I thought for a moment, then pulled out a red-hot pair of tongs from under the stove. The girl's face changed. I looked at her threateningly and moved closer to her. The girl finally gave in. Slowly, she bent over and knelt on the ground. Tears streamed down her face. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. My attention was completely drawn to her slender waist and round, large buttocks. A high tent pitched in my crotch.
"No rush, no rush. I can't eat her like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit. This girl needs to be savored slowly."

I was completely immersed in the pleasure of disciplining the girl. And this girl was too fun. Too obedient.
There was no need for violence. I had decided that no matter what happened in the future, I would never let her out.
I'm going to keep her as my pet dog for life. Even when she gets old, I'll train her to be my slave, my accomplice. I'll capture even more beautiful female dogs in the future, and then have her train them for me.

Looking down at this beautiful Japanese girl kneeling on the ground, I felt a kingly sense of accomplishment. I could completely control her fate. I had a human as a pet. I'm human, and she's human. What an achievement it is to keep one's own kind as a pet!

What about those rich people who keep Tibetan Mastiffs worth hundreds of thousands? Can they compare to me? I'm keeping a human. A Japanese woman at that. This girl is incredibly beautiful. Thinking about this, I almost burst out laughing. No wonder there are so many perverts in the world who enjoy imprisoning women. This kind of pleasure is truly indescribable. Once you've tried it, you'll be hooked. There's nothing in the world more intoxicating than this.

What should I do? I need to make a special room. Lock her up. Just buy some materials.
Self-sufficiency is key. Then I'll go to an adult store and buy some toys. Or Taobao will do. Then I'll download SIS novels. There are lots of stories about training female slaves. Later I can post some censored photos to earn points.
The face definitely needs to be censored.

Although I don't know why this girl came to China, her family will definitely report her to the police. Although the chances of the police finding her on SIS are slim, I won't take the risk. It's pointless. Those perverts will envy me then, right? A girlfriend is nothing!

The girl remained kneeling, sobbing on the ground. I walked behind her and pulled down her long skirt, revealing her white, bun-like buttocks. The girl screamed. I immediately grabbed her neck, as if to hit her. The girl immediately quieted down. I picked up the fire tongs and waved them in front of her, saying, "Don't move, or I'll burn you!"
The girl nodded frantically. She seemed to understand what I meant.

I leaned in and smelled it. There was indeed the legendary fragrance. But it seemed to be from her clothes. I licked it hard with my tongue, and the girl's whole body shuddered violently. After sucking on her buttocks for a while, I buried my face between her legs. Her anus smelled bad. It smelled like feces. But not very strong. It looked like it had been washed. I couldn't quite accept it. Such a beautiful girl, and her anus smelled bad. But I wasn't particularly disgusted. On the contrary, this stench actually excited me a little. Further down, there was the smell of urine and sweat. Not very strong. Her underwear was white.
Very clean. It seemed this girl was very clean.

"Damn it, don't hunch over. Lift your butt up and press your waist down!" I pressed down on the girl's lower back with one hand, while simultaneously reaching between her legs and lifting her up with the other. The girl didn't move at first. I impatiently slapped her hind legs and lifted her hips up again, and she finally understood. Slowly, she raised her buttocks.

A perfect curve to her buttocks. I couldn't hold back any longer. I impatiently pulled up her top. Now her entire body from her chest down to her calves was exposed to the air. Breathtakingly white, delicately slender, I felt dizzy. I pounced on her body. I stuffed my hands inside her top and vigorously rubbed her not-so-large breasts, while simultaneously pulling down my pants, raising my swollen, purplish penis, wanting to insert it inside.

Fortunately, I managed to hold back at the last moment. But this lust had to be released. So I impatiently walked up to her and started masturbating in front of her. The girl seemed to have expected this outcome. She just cried silently. She didn't resist at all.

I dared not get too close to her mouth. I was afraid she would bite me. But I could still feel the hot breath coming from her nose. I'd masturbated many times, but never like today. I ejaculated in less than a minute.
The girl saw me speeding up my masturbation and knew I was about to cum. She tried to pull away, but I grabbed her hair roughly and glared at her fiercely. She didn't dare move and closed her eyes, waiting for the baptism of my semen.

"Ugh..."

Finally, the yellow semen split into several streams, shooting onto the girl's hair, face, and collar. A few streams even landed on her back. It had been a long time since I'd masturbated, so I had a lot of semen stored up. And the color was all yellow, like thick phlegm.
The color made me feel nauseous. After thinking about it, I didn't force her to eat my semen. After ejaculating, I felt refreshed all over, but also endlessly exhausted. My left hand was covered in semen. I swayed over to her and smeared it all over her slender back and full buttocks. I didn't want her to get pregnant anytime soon. That was one of the reasons I didn't want to penetrate her.

The girl's face was covered in yellow semen. She was so disgusted that she kept gagging. She kept wiping the semen off her face with her sleeve.
Soon, her body was covered in sticky semen. It smelled like disinfectant. She didn't seem to have eaten anything. She gaggled for a long time but only vomited a little clear water. I watched the girl's predicament for a while with a mischievous thought, then suddenly noticed that her back was arched again, ruining the curve of her buttocks.

I angrily slapped the girl's buttocks hard and shouted, "Lift your butt!" Then I slapped the girl's waist. The girl was smart and immediately restored her alluring curves. Girls born in Japan have more knowledge about this than those from other places. It's due to the social environment. They are also more psychologically accepting. Even if they haven't eaten pork, they've seen pigs run. I think if it were a more innocent girl, she might have already collapsed.

The girl couldn't wipe it clean no matter how much she wiped. Because the knitted top she was wearing didn't absorb water. She looked at me with pleading eyes. I thought about it. She looked disgusting. I decided to give her a bath. Bathing one's pet is an owner's duty. So I pulled her to the wall and tied her up. Then I started a fire and boiled water. The water heater had broken a few days ago, so I had to use this primitive method to boil her bathwater.

There was a lot of water in the iron pot. It would take a long time to boil. The room smelled strongly of my semen. Even though it was my own, I still felt terrible. The semen had all dried. The girl frowned and took off her white knitted coat. But with a collar around her neck, the coat could only hang on the leash. The girl looked at me, then at the leash hanging on the wall. In the end, she didn't dare to untie the leash herself. She could only kneel on the ground and cry silently. I initially found it quite funny, but then I noticed that her knees were completely red. That's when I helped her stand up. Girls' knees and elbows need careful care. These areas are prone to darkening. And once they darken, they look unsightly.

The girl stood up and rubbed her knees. I tenderly wiped her knees with a damp towel. Then I touched the roughened parts with my fingers. The girl saw this and whispered to me, "Arika to Gauzaiimas."
I was a little surprised. She actually thanked me? Is this the legendary Stockholm Syndrome?
Speaking of which, having a woman in the house—or rather, a female dog—does indeed mean there are a lot of things to prepare. First of all, her leash isn't very good. There's no lock, and she can easily unlock it herself. That's too unsafe. There's no time to do it today. I'll have to go to town to buy a lot of things tomorrow. Oh right. The girl also has her period and stuff. I don't know anything about brands.
Oh well, I'll just buy some random things. What difference does it make whichever one I use?

(To be continued)

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