A female dog

"Bitch, come here." When my master called me, I had been lying on the carpet at the foot of the bed for quite some time. The sunlight filtered through the thin curtains, feeling so comfortable on my naked body.

My master had already eaten, but I was still hungry. Thinking of this, I glared at him unhappily and lay motionless on the carpet. After a long while, he didn't speak. Nervously, I looked up at him. He was looking at me, his gaze gentle. I knew I could be affectionate, so I slowly got up and walked over.

"Have you ever seen a dog that walks on two legs?!" His voice changed, and I reflexively knelt down, my head lowered.

"Come here." Without saying anything, I crawled between his legs and stopped.

He cupped my face in his hands, stroking and stroking it, my hair almost becoming a tangled mess. I remained silent and still, closing my eyes to enjoy his caresses. "Slap!" It hurt loudly as I received another slap.

"Why did you hit me?!" I was furious.

“Because my master likes to beat my bitch.” He said it calmly and naturally. My anger instantly vanished. Yes, I was just his bitch, not even his only bitch. I could only stay by his side by behaving well and pleasing him. I resignedly tilted my head back and didn't move.

“That's a good dog for your master.” He slapped my face, making loud slapping sounds. I twisted my body and groaned.

“What’s wrong? Are you in heat, bitch?” He laughed and slapped even louder.

“Go, fetch your master’s bag.” He pointed to a large bag next to the TV cabinet. It was so big, I couldn’t possibly carry it. I could only bite it and drag it back. I must have looked ridiculous. Even though I had my back to him, I could almost see his smug smile. I ignored him. My task now was to drag the bag over for him.

“Good boy,” he said, wiping the sweat from my forehead. I felt proud. Yes, I was capable. I could even drag such a heavy bag over with my mouth.

"Open the bag." This command timely satisfied my curiosity. It's so heavy, what treasures could it contain? I immediately reached for the zipper. He kicked me. Ouch, I felt wronged and wanted to cry. "Use your dog mouth," he commanded simply.

I stuck my butt out and put my mouth to the zipper. I didn't need to think about anything; I just needed to obey my master's orders. My bare breasts rubbed against the rough canvas bag, cool and stimulating. I pulled hard, my nipples rubbing against the bag… I groaned, panted, and drool dripped onto the bag… My master touched my buttocks, slapping them lightly… I wiggled my buttocks, trying to avoid but also chasing that gentle hand. Unable to resist the stimulation, I lay on the bag, the zipper pull in my mouth, drool and vaginal fluid flowing freely.

My master leaned down, touching my full breasts, and I cried out in pleasure, collapsing onto the carpet.

"Get up, Lan'er. Master has something to show you." Master's voice was so serious that I quickly shut up and obediently knelt before him.

"Look at Master." I realized the seriousness of the situation. I'd never been like this before. Had I done something wrong? Had Master finally decided to keep only one slave and not me, or was he going to give me to his SM-loving friend? My mind raced, unable to understand. Yes, because there were so many things about Master that I didn't understand, I was only fit to be his slave, his dog. I was content with my lot; my only fear was that Master would really abandon me.

"You said you wouldn't abandon me!" Without thinking, those words blurted out.

"Listen carefully, Lan'er. I used to need a slave daughter, and you were that daughter. I gave you all the care and love I could, but four years have proven you don't deserve my love, because you are a dog, a wanton, lowly bitch. What you need is humiliation and trampling..."

I held my breath, listening intently. Master was right. I lowered my head, crawling even lower before him.
"Master has decided that from today onwards, he no longer wants you as his daughter, but only as a bitch. Are you willing?" I nodded eagerly, tears welling in my eyes.

Was this true? I had always wanted my father to know my thoughts and preferences, things I had always been ashamed to say, and today my father had said them? How could my father know that my desire to be a bitch was stronger than my desire to be a human?

"Thank you, Father," I said sincerely.

"I am no longer your father. From now on, don't call me Father, call me Master. You must also refer to yourself as a bitch, a lowly dog, understand?"

"The bitch understands, Master." I kowtowed excitedly.

"Alright, from now on, whenever you are with Master, the bitch must wear a collar and nipple clamps. Master will put them on you today, and you will have to put them on yourself from now on." I held onto Master's thighs with both hands, tilted my head, and stretched my neck as far as possible to make it easier for Master to put the bitch collar on me.

The collar was cool, and it felt comfortable against my hot skin. Master put the collar on me very gently but very tightly, and I felt a little restricted in my breathing. I like this. My master knows what I like, and the bitch is so happy! Next came the nipple clamps. My master first pinched and rubbed them with his hands, making my nipples bigger and harder. I couldn't help but moan again, my legs getting hotter and hotter, and my juices flowing out. The feeling of the nipple clamps was very stimulating, and a little painful. Even if it hurt, as long as my master liked it, the bitch would do it and endure it. I don't know if it was from excitement or arousal, but my whole body was trembling.

"You horny, slutty dog." My master tightened the clamps on my nipples even more. I screamed in pain. My master ignored me and continued rummaging through his full bag. This time, he held a roll of tape in his hand. I looked at my master in confusion, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Stick out your paws." My face burned. I knew my master meant "hands." "You need to get used to living without your hands. Master will tie your two paws together, and you'll gradually get used to using your dog's mouth." Master said, binding my hands with tape. Soon, my two hands became two balls of tape. I kissed Master's hands, grateful for his imagination.

"Hungry, you lowly dog?" My stomach growled at Master's reminder. Swallowing hard, I nodded vigorously. At this moment, I had long forgotten the pain in my nipples. All I could feel, besides the hunger for food, was sex. If Master could satisfy me now, I could endure another day of hunger. But how could I express my sexual needs? I couldn't say anything too lewd. Although I knew Master liked to see me horny and hear me say suggestive things, I tried, but I couldn't. Only moaning and groaning, and my body twisting. I guessed Master must have already known my desires, but he was just pretending not to know, teasing me.
"Master, this bitch wants..." The double hunger tormented me terribly.

"What are you thinking? Want to bark at your master? Sure!" My master's words immediately shut me up. Everything that changed was what I wanted, but my master changed too quickly and too directly, making me both surprised and terrified. Everything my master said and did was what I dreamed of, but it was also what I feared. I didn't know how many of my dreams I could realistically achieve. I was afraid of disappointing my master if I didn't do well, and I was also afraid that my master would ask for too much, exceeding my capacity to bear it.

Perhaps seeing the change in my expression, my master didn't continue. I felt relieved but also disappointed. He cared too much about my feelings. If we were lovers or husband and wife, this would undoubtedly be good, but if a dominant decides to change the training based on the submissive's fearful expression, it's not a good thing for either the dominant or the submissive. Since I
chose to be the submissive, to become my master's bitch slave, I was mentally prepared to complete any task my master assigned. If I couldn't, as I once joked with my master, "that's because your method is wrong." Although it was a joke, it was my true feeling. A submissive (m) who is sexually aroused is capable of doing anything to achieve sexual satisfaction. A dominant (s) who, with the submissive's consent, can manipulate her at will
, through appropriate and timely physical training, can enable her to achieve any training outcome the dominant desires.

"Eat something, bitch." The master's voice sounded somewhat forlorn.

"My nipples hurt, please take them off, master," I pleaded. The nipple pain was a minor issue. The main reason for this request was to see if the master was foolish enough to be manipulated by me and believe my feigned pain. Because I'd been wearing the nipple clamps for almost thirty minutes, my nipples were already numb, and all I felt was stimulation and excitement. My only worry was that wearing them for too long would damage my breasts.

The master carefully examined my nipples, reached out and pinched the clamps, and I was utterly disappointed. He always believed me; if things continued like this, he would never have a chance to train me into the kind of subservient dog he wanted, no matter how willing I was to be his lowest slave.

But I was wrong. The master tightened the clamps, and I screamed. It was excruciating pain. "Daddy, it hurts, Daddy, it hurts!" I almost jumped up.

"Subservient dog, think it over before you scream!" The master kicked me to the ground. I preferred to sit down; kneeling was exhausting. "Master, the bitch barked the wrong thing. Please, Master, loosen the clamps, it hurts so much!"

"If you bark again, Master will put nipple rings on your nipples!" His words stunned me. I knew that whatever he wanted to do to me, whatever he demanded of me, I would have to do. The best way to escape was to obediently listen, so that Master wouldn't think about those extreme ways of dealing with me.

Sitting on the ground, I looked up at Master, like a child who had fallen and looked at an adult, hoping the adult would help me up. But I didn't expect Master to help me up; being able to sit like this was already a blessing.
"Spread your legs wider, wider!" Master kicked my feet, spreading my legs as wide as possible. My hands, wrapped like balls of tape, stood up helplessly. My nipples seemed harder, and my whole body felt hotter and more uncomfortable. Today I realized that sexual hunger is a thousand times more painful than starvation.

Master reached out and touched my vulva, and I whimpered, my whole body trembling. It was so stimulating, as if I hadn't had an orgasm in years. Then, my master used two fingers to penetrate my vagina. I cried out excitedly, twisting and writhing, enjoying his gift. The climax was fast approaching; my vagina gripped his fingers tightly. "You slut, so much fluid," he said, pulling his fingers away. I wailed in disappointment.

"Get up!" He grabbed my hair and pulled me from my supine position, caught in the throes of my impending climax. I wanted to cry. I hated him. I wanted it, I wanted it! Why wouldn't he satisfy me? Hadn't I performed well enough today?!

"Clean your master's hands!" He forced his fingers, wet with my juices, to my lips. I turned my face away defiantly. "Lick them!" he said, enunciating each word clearly. Stubborn, I forgot my place. Even kneeling, I spoke with a resounding voice, "I won't!"

He must have been surprised by my answer. After a half-minute pause, he grabbed my hair with one hand to hold my face still, and with the other, he slapped me repeatedly across the face. Soon I burst into tears. "Daddy, Daddy, forgive your daughter... Master, this dog was wrong, this dog won't do it again, this dog will lick..." I cried and shouted, like a child.

Finally, my master stopped. I almost fainted. Because of the pain, hunger, and especially sexual arousal. I kowtowed and repeated, "Thank you, Daddy, thank you, Master, this dog will never do it again, this dog will lick..."

"Take off Master's socks." Master said calmly, as if he was no longer angry. I breathed a sigh of relief.

I habitually reached out to take off Master's socks, but looking at my hands covered in tape, I looked at Master helplessly. "Use your dog mouth." I knew that was the only way.

Master's leg was crossed over the other leg. I had to take off the one that was crossed over the other first. I lay down at Master's feet, using my nose to push Master's pants up, my head to Master's pant leg, my mouth trying to get close to Master's ankle, again and again, but I could never bite Master's sock top. My head circled around my master's ankle, hoping to find an easy way. When I crawled down very low, almost kneeling, I finally managed to bite the top of my master's sock! I was thrilled, and carefully dragged the sock little by little to pull it off! I was so happy!

With the experience of the first sock, the second one was much easier. A few minutes later, I looked up at my master with a smug look on my face.

"Good job. Your master has a reward for you, and will grant you one wish. The reward is to loosen your nipple clamps and let them rest for 10 minutes. Your wish is that you can lick them now. Now, present your breasts to your master with your paws." I did as I was told. I first held my right nipple with my paws, and my master slowly released the clamps. As soon as the clamps left my nipples, I cried out and tears streamed down my

face. My master put down the clamps and gently massaged both my nipples. He focused intently on checking for any injuries before gently stroking them. At that moment, I knew that everything I had done for my master was worthwhile. I vowed to be my master's most loyal bitch forever.

"Bitch, you can lick now." My master held one of my nipples between his toes and placed the other near my mouth. I knew a new task had begun.

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