SM's Beyond Friendship Contact (Part 2)

I'm old and have a weak constitution; I almost fainted on the spot from the stimulation Suki gave me.

For the past year, I'd often discussed sadomasochistic games with her. When we got excited, we talked about everything under the sun, so she naturally knew I had a particularly strong interest in female doggy style. This time, she'd really found my Achilles' heel.

I stood there dumbfounded, while she finally burst into laughter.

After we left Victoria Peak and returned to Kowloon, I couldn't wait to take Suki to an adult shop in Yau Ma Tei to buy the props I'd always wanted. My lifelong dream was about to come true; I wouldn't care about spending more money on props, I'd even risk my life.

Suki, on the other hand, showed a moment of regret when she saw the lewd sex toys I'd bought and thought about using them on herself.

Around ten o'clock, we returned to the Yau Ma Tei Hotel. After we showered, I was so nervous my hands were trembling.

Emerging from the bathroom, Suki was, of course, completely naked, while I had put on a bathrobe. I gave her a light kiss on the lips as a gesture of reassurance before issuing her four commands.

First: From now until 9:00 AM tomorrow, she must remain completely naked except for the toys I provide.

Second: During this time, she cannot walk on two legs; she must crawl on all fours and cannot use her hands.

Third: She cannot speak; she can only express herself by barking.

Fourth: She must obey my commands and cooperate with my training.

Once she understood, she obediently lay down on the floor, awaiting my next instruction.

I took out the toys I had just bought at the sex shop—a complete set of Japanese-imported dog toys. The set included a large dog collar and leash, a dog-ear headband, a roll-on dog eye blindfold, a long dog-mouth gag, a pair of dog-paw gloves, a pair of dog-paw foot covers, a plastic dog bone, and of course, a dog-tail anal plug—all in light brown, the color of a wild dog. It was

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shameful girl (though that wasn't her personality), and it was a shame the store didn't have this color.

While it wasn't my preferred color, that was a minor issue. Seeing these incredibly lewd toys, especially the fluffy tail, I felt a rush of blood to my genitals.

I first put the dog collar and headband on Suki, then put the four-paw covers on her.

As for the dog-shaped gag, I only saw it for the first time today. Curious, I picked it up and examined it. I discovered that behind the dog's mouth was a small, perforated plastic ball, and a tube connected to the outside, allowing female saliva to drain out. I carefully inserted the plastic ball into Suki's cherry-like mouth and tied the rope next to the muzzle behind her head.

I asked Suki if the toys made her uncomfortable, and she shook her head slightly to indicate no. I then asked if she could make a sound, and she managed two weak whimpers from the gag.

Finally, there was the fake tail.

I first massaged Suki's anus to help her relax, then patiently inserted the fake tail, coated with KY balm, into her anus.

Perhaps because of the anal sex this morning, it was a little painful for her, and it took me a long time to fully insert the fake tail. While inserting the fake tail, I unexpectedly noticed that Suki's labia majora were turning red and swollen. I realized she was experiencing the psychological humiliation of female dog training.

After the pug-in was complete, this pretty and cute female college student instantly became a pet waiting to be trained.

Suki was already petite and delicate, a size that was perfect for a male pet.

A collar, leash, ears, muzzle, paws, and tail—once all the perverted toys were attached to this snow-white female body, it was wonderful to admire her obscene and perverse appearance as a female dog.

The female dog training officially began, the first step naturally being canine crawling.

I held the nine-tailed whip in my right hand and pulled the leash attached to Suki's head with my left, making her crawl slowly around my feet while counting the beats to guide her steps. I gradually corrected her crawling posture, teaching her to lift her knees off the ground, supporting her body with her forearms and palms, and raising her buttocks high. Every time Suki's posture was incorrect, I would lightly tap her round, raised buttocks with the nine-tailed whip, each strike causing her body to reflexively tremble slightly.

After crawling around me eight times, Suki finally managed to crawl properly.

I watched with satisfaction as this beautiful dog-like woman moved, her long snout, her wagging tail, and the dynamic movement of her beautiful body as she crawled – a truly captivating sight.

During the crawling training, Suki's cheeks began to flush, and her pink nipples, dangling in the air and swaying with her breasts, became noticeably erect.

This is the characteristic and advantage of a DS-type sex slave, and also the most influential element in the enjoyment of sadomasochistic games.

Women with high masochistic qualities, based on their physical reactions, can generate a proportional level of pleasure from shameful acts, thus quickly immersing themselves in the role of a DS in the game and enjoying the pleasure of SM with the S. If a woman lacks masochistic qualities, she will either resist or cry during the game; how can she enjoy the pleasure without cooperating? Of course, those violent maniacs who love to see women cry are exceptions.

Suki was exactly the former.

Her fair and delicate body slowly turned pink, a red that is the most adorable color in the world for men. She became increasingly cooperative with my training, diligently crawling around my feet with her rear end raised high, silvery saliva dripping from her dog-like mouth. Her pupils were moist and beautiful, making it clear to me that she was now in a state of arousal.

If my estimation was correct, whipping an aroused masochist would have a positive effect. I boldly increased the intensity of my whipping, striking her body with a resounding crack. With each lash, Suki crawled with increasing difficulty, but at the same time, the frequency of her moans increased.

By the thirteenth lap, Suki's eyes had become dazed and unfocused, with copious amounts of saliva dripping from her dog-like mouth; crawling had become a mere instinct.

At this moment, she truly resembled a stray dog.

On the seventeenth lap, Suki reached her limit, suddenly letting out a scream and collapsing to the ground, trembling uncontrollably, followed by a series of mournful howls, like a dog's.

I reduced the intensity of the whipping, but continued to insult Suki, calling her a bitch, to stimulate her spirit, making her lie at her master's feet like a real dog, enjoying this mini-orgasm.

After giving her a few minutes to rest, taking advantage of her still heightened arousal and clouded senses, I began teaching her some of the simplest dog tricks.

Suki's knowledge of sadomasochism was no less than mine (perhaps even more), and her learning speed was, of course, even more astonishing. I only needed to say "Stand up," and she would readily squat up, letting her little paws hang down in front of her arms.

At this point, my task was simple: to guide her into the lewd poses I loved to see.

I swept the nine-tailed whip across her shoulder, commanding her to spread her legs as wide as possible while squatting, straighten her back, lift her chest, and, more importantly, tilt her face slightly upwards instead of downwards.

Suki slowly assumed the position I requested. Between her parted legs, her labia majora were already wet and engorged with blood, and her breasts rose and fell rhythmically from the intense stimulation. Suki's misty eyes flickered with a strange light born of shyness. Even with the muzzle on, her allure remained undiminished. I realized for the first time that Suki could be so beautiful.

I commanded Suki to bark. As if triggered by some instinct, her beautiful body trembled slightly, and she forced out an indistinct "woof" through the gag.

It felt as if Suki had truly become a submissive dog.

Personally, I did crave the slightly destructive feeling of training a woman to be like a real dog, especially with someone like Suki. She used to be a close friend, someone I could laugh and talk with, someone I could easily manipulate and play with, someone I could use to vent my lust at any time.

"Stand up" was followed by "lie down." Suki lay obediently on the ground, motionless, only the fake tail inserted into her rectum trembling slightly in the air due to her tense anal contractions, as if wagging its tail for its owner's sympathy.

Finally, I commanded Suki to "play dead," and she quickly curled up her limbs and lay on the carpet, assuming the comical pose of a puppy playing dead.

A sudden discovery: Suki was actually maintaining eye contact with me!

If it were an ordinary woman, she would immediately look away after adopting such a shameful posture, but Suki looked at me with a lost gaze, meaning that she had completely abandoned reason and dignity, unleashing her latent desires to play the role of an obedient and adorable puppy. I believe that the masochistic tendencies within her had been fully unleashed.

It's a pity that there was only one night; I couldn't slowly train Suki, otherwise she could definitely become the most ideal female dog. However, so far, I am already very satisfied with her masochism and the speed at which she learns.

I made Suki get up and ordered her to stay on all fours and not move. I put that awful, rolling bead dog blindfold on her and started taking pictures of my cute little female dog with her camera.

I even made her strike shameful poses like "standing up" and "playing dead," thinking the blindfold would reduce her psychological pressure. But the moment I pressed the shutter, she still couldn't help but let out a whimper and groan with the "click" of the camera.

It was a pity that without a tripod, I couldn't take a picture of us together.

After taking more than ten pictures, I removed the blindfold and grabbed her leash, leading her to the bed facing the mirror on the dressing table.

Actually, at this point, both Suki and I were really in need.

I ordered her to lift her buttocks and look into the mirror. When she saw her ugly reflection, her female instincts finally forced her to look away. But I tugged on her leash and ordered her to look into the mirror again and not look away. The intense humiliation made Suki's breathing even heavier, but her mouth and vulva dripped with saliva and vaginal fluid.

I couldn't resist reaching out to caress Suki's breasts; the soft, bouncy breasts and full, hard nipples felt wonderful to the touch. I positioned my erect penis and gently pushed it in, entering Suki's already aroused genitals without any resistance.

Suki's lower body erupted like a torrent; the piston-like movements not only produced obscene sounds but also splashed her vaginal fluid onto my lower abdomen. Due to the anal plug, her vaginal canal increased pressure on my penis, and her hips actively swayed to cooperate with my defilement.

In the midst of the passionate intercourse, Suki and I both focused our gaze on the dressing table mirror.

She saw herself dressed as a bitch, being pulled from behind by a man who was holding her by the leash and thrusting into her, while I was like a bestial being defiled by a bitch with saliva flying from her mouth.

During my thrusts, Suki clearly experienced two intense orgasms, and she even admired her own grotesque expressions during those orgasms in the mirror. Finally, as usual, I ejaculated deep inside her.

It was so much fun!!

After the battle, I held the petite Suki in my arms for a short nap.

Around 11:30 PM, I was incredibly excited tonight, more excited than I'd felt in a long time. Although I had to go to work the next morning, I didn't want to think too much; I just wanted to keep playing with this interesting little bitch, Suki, until we were both exhausted. 　　I removed the gag from Suki's mouth and found a round, dark red mark on her cute face. As I wiped the drool from her face, I felt even more sorry for her after being abused, but this pitiful look also made me want to bully and abuse her even more.

What 　　a contradictory feeling. 　　I picked up Suki and couldn't resist giving her a long, wet kiss, which she responded to passionately. 　　Although I really wanted to play with Suki until dawn, she is, after all, a girl, and her stamina might not be up to par. So I asked her if she could continue. She hadn't forgotten my command, and without uttering a word, she simply nodded slightly to indicate that she could continue. 　　I breathed a sigh of relief, but my hand still smacked Suki's bottom. I began to teach her how female dogs express themselves, instructing her to bark twice to mean "I understand," "okay," or "good," and bark three times for the opposite. 　　Suki was very embarrassed, pressing her face tightly against my chest and barking softly twice. Those two shy "woofs" were truly adorable. 　　I picked Suki up and put her on the ground, then sat down in a chair and casually picked up the plastic fake bone and tossed it to the floor. 　　Seeing my action, Suki probably knew what training was about to begin, and her shyness deepened. I gave the command, and Suki, using the method I had taught her, gracefully climbed to the plastic bone, bent down, and tried to pick it up with her mouth. 　　Humans aren't naturally inclined to use their mouths to pick up objects, and it's even more difficult to lower one's center of gravity and bite a bone from the ground. While Suki possesses a strong masochistic streak, she's not superhuman; the bone slipped from her teeth several times, and she struggled for five or six tries before finally managing to pick it up. 　　Suki crawled to me, bone in hand, and I taught her the proper posture for offering herself to her master: straighten her back, puff out her chest, and place her hands loosely in the air, awaiting my command. 　　I wasn't in a hurry to retrieve the bone; instead, I leisurely sat in my chair, watching this little bitch's clumsy and amusing antics. Of course, I didn't forget to laugh at her as I watched. 　　Imagine how Suki felt, putting on this act and being mocked and humiliated face-to-face. Yet, her erect nipples defiantly stood erect, pointing upwards—a physical reaction completely contrary to her shy expression. 　　I couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her prominent nipples several times before chuckling and patting her head a few times to retrieve the bone from her mouth. I jokingly asked her why her nipples were so hard, whether she enjoyed being played with like this by a man. She blushed and barked twice. 　　It was truly amazing, watching Suki transform from a college student studying in the US into this bitch I could humiliate and trample on. The lewd change was indescribable, but it was incredibly pleasurable. 　　I tossed the bone out again, letting Suki fetch it. I repeated this many times until Suki could quickly bite the bone, and I even teased her, saying that she was indeed a college student, even learning to be a bitch so quickly.

Afterwards, besides the bone, I continued to train her using worn, smelly slippers and socks, as well as Suki's own underwear. At first, she resisted a little when asked to put these smelly things in her mouth, but with repeated training, Suki gradually obeyed my commands without hesitation.

For some reason, I seemed to particularly enjoy having Suki chew on my socks; after training, she even started using her lips instead of her teeth. I've heard that humiliation-themed submissives often have a fetish for smells, and this seems to hold some truth.

The fetching training was almost complete. I slowly got up and took Suki's leash. She chewed on the bone and accompanied me for a walk around the room, occasionally rubbing her body against my bathrobe, just like a little puppy trying to please its owner.

Suki's fawning behavior surprised even me. This is related not only to her submissive qualities, but also, I suspect, to her own correct understanding and subjective thoughts on sadomasochism. Her bold, cheerful, active, and playful personality could also be a factor.

So cute.

This kind of submissive isn't easy to find; I can't help but cherish her.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I told Suki that female dogs express their love for their owners by wagging their tails and rubbing their faces against their legs. Upon hearing this, she indeed rubbed her face against my hairy calves, while also vigorously wiggling her buttocks. The tail protruding from her anus swayed left and right; she looked quite amusing. I

felt the heat from her calves, and only now did I realize that Suki's cheeks were very hot.

Looking at the time, I realized how time flies when you're having fun; it was almost 1 a.m.

With ill intentions in my heart, I suppressed a smile and ordered Suki to put down the bone and "stand up."

Having practiced dog training many times, Suki skillfully assumed the posture without showing much shame.

I asked her if she wanted something more exciting, and this playful little devil naturally barked twice more.

But I thought to myself, "You've fallen for my trick."

I placed the bone horizontally in Suki's little mouth, tugged on the leash, and led my adorable little female dog towards the door. Suki finally realized I wanted to take her outside for a walk. She was so frightened she wouldn't crawl any further, even dropping the bone from her mouth. She shook her head and barked three times, indicating she didn't want to leave the room dressed like that.

Although I'm Suki's owner, that doesn't mean I can force her to do what she doesn't want to do. I knelt down, hugged Suki like a little pet, and kissed and coaxed her. After my "coercion and enticement," she finally gave in and agreed to crawl around the room with me.

For years, I've longed to walk a beautiful female dog in an open area, and tonight that wish finally came true! Hahahaha!!

Suki watched nervously as I opened the door. I stepped out of the room first, and she, biting a bone, peeked out, cautiously observing the corridor.

She looked quite comical.

Perhaps it was psychological, but after leaving the room and closing the door, the air in the corridor felt particularly cold, and the silence was so profound you could hear a mosquito fly by. This tension in the stillness only intensified our anxiety; we worried that a guest might suddenly open their door, adding to our apprehension.

I led Suki for a walk down the corridor. She eagerly crawled ahead, hoping to quickly complete a loop and return to the room, but I, with my mischievous heart, wouldn't let her have her way.

Controlling my pace, I led Suki slowly, and behind her, I noticed her legs trembling with nervousness.

If someone were to open the door at this moment, they would surely witness the bizarre sight of a beautiful, pristine young girl, naked, a bone clenched in her mouth, a tail deeply embedded in her anus, being led by a man across a dark red carpet.

The problem was, what if someone happened to come out at 1 a.m.?

When we reached the elevator waiting area, I took the fake bone from Suki's mouth and quickly threw it forcefully to the other end of the corridor. Suki's expression was full of surprise; she probably didn't expect me to play with her like this in the corridor.

I gave the command, and Suki crawled at more than twice the speed before, crossing several room doors to reach the bone and bite it. At this moment, I was really curious about her feelings, whether she felt nervous and excited. She hurriedly picked up the bone and crawled back, offering it to me in a "standing" posture.

In this special environment, Suki couldn't care less about shame; all she could do was try her best to please me.

Just as I was having a great time playing with the dog, the elevator suddenly made a "ding." My heart skipped a beat, and Suki froze, unable to react. I quickly picked her up and hid back in the corridor, eavesdropping to see if anyone was leaving the elevator.

After waiting for a while without any movement, it seemed to be just a false alarm. But Suki, whom I was holding, shook her head and begged for mercy, implying that she wanted to go back to her room quickly.

Actually, I was just as worried that other guests might appear, but of course, I wouldn't let her off so easily. I demanded that she agree to all my requests before I would let her go back to her room, and she had no choice but to agree.

Although I could only take a quick stroll with Suki, I was already quite satisfied with that.

As soon as we entered the room and closed the door, I immediately ordered Suki to "play dead" behind her door. She lay on the carpet in front of the door, her four paws curled up in the air.

Seeing Suki's strange posture, I really had an urge to open the door and call the other guests out to watch.

I squatted down next to Suki, cupped one hand around her breast and began to knead it, while inserting my fingers directly into her body with the other hand. Suki was a shame-based sex slave, and the intense humiliation naturally brought an equal amount of pleasure. It turned out that her love juice had already flowed down her inner thighs, but I was too nervous earlier and only noticed it now.

She seemed to feel the same way. The walk in the hallway had ignited her desire, but only after relaxing back in the room could she truly feel her body's state.

While rubbing Suki's breasts, I shamelessly probed her vulva. In just a few strokes, Suki had an orgasm on the doormat. Luckily, I had her chew on a bone first, otherwise she might have groaned loudly, making sure everyone in the hallway could hear.

At 1:20 AM, I carried Suki to bed and removed her dog ears and paws, leaving only the collar around her neck and the tail in her rear. As for why I kept the tail, there wasn't a particular reason; it was just my personal preference.

Suki, who had returned from her walk outside, was drenched in sweat, so I showered with her in the bathroom. While showering, I suddenly remembered something very important I hadn't done.

That's right, the legendary female dog urinating!

I whispered this request in Suki's ear, and she immediately let out a scream.

From yesterday's training, I learned that Suki is particularly sensitive about urinating and defecating in front of others, but she had promised in the hallway earlier that she would do whatever I asked. She's quite trustworthy in that respect.

A thought struck me, and I quickly jumped out of the bathtub and ran out of the bathroom to retrieve Suki's camera. When I returned to the bathroom, Suki was blushing, staring blankly at the camera in my hand, unresponsive.

I deliberately put on a stern face, adopting the air of a master, and pointed at her, who was sitting motionless in the bathtub. Only then did she bite her lower lip, slowly lie down in the tub, and gently lift her left leg.

Limited by the bathtub's space, her left leg couldn't just be lifted slightly; it had to be raised higher than the edge. Being shorter, she had to lift it even higher, above her waist. And because the tub was slippery, she had to straighten her leg to maintain balance, which gave me an even better view.

I never knew the bathtub had such a clever use.

Suki, already fair-skinned, looked even more striking with her raised leg after getting soaked.

Her shaved vulva, combined with this dog-like urination posture, had a unique charm.

I picked up my camera and pointed it at Suki. Her expression became complex, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, very cute. Anticipating what would happen, a stream of golden urine sprayed from Suki's pink lips, spraying towards the edge of the tub, some even overflowing and flowing onto the bathroom floor.

As I pressed the shutter, I found my hand trembling with my racing heart; the photo probably wouldn't turn out very well.

Damn it, when did I become so useless?

Actually, it wasn't just me; when the camera flash shone on Suki, she trembled uncontrollably.

She lifted one leg to urinate like a puppy, and a man was taking pictures of her from the side. Suki started moaning even before she finished, her raised foot clenching her five little toes. The urination seemed to last a long time, and Suki slowly began to relax.

When she finished, she stared at me intently, without shame or displeasure, only a message that any man would understand at a glance:

the look of a female seeking a male's mate.

Suki, like me, was extremely excited and desperate. After putting away Suki's precious camera, I took her right there in the bathroom.

We were both at our physical limits tonight; even the energetic Suki was exhausted. I carried her out of the bathroom, removed her wet fake tail, and laid her down on the edge of the bed in the room.

Although it was a bit harsh, I felt that female dog training had to be consistent. I didn't let Suki sleep on the bed, but I laid a blanket on the rug next to the bed and fastened the dog leash to her collar, the other end to the foot of the bed. I wanted Suki to truly experience what it's like to be a female dog, which is why I specifically wanted her to sleep next to her owner's bed.

Suki was already very tired; she just slept sweetly, completely unresponsive when I put her on the floor. After turning off the light, I drifted off to sleep with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Monday, August 25th, at 8:10 AM, I was woken up by my cell phone alarm. I got out of bed and looked at Suki, still fast asleep at the foot of the bed. She was still completely naked on the blanket, with a little drool at the corner of her mouth; she seemed to be sleeping very comfortably.

She had agreed to act as a female dog until 9:00 AM, so there should have been a little more time to play with her, but seeing her sleeping so sweetly, I couldn't bear to wake her.

In the end, I left a note, washed up, and left the hotel.

At 5:30 PM, after work, I called Suki and arranged to meet her in front of Mong Kok MTR station.

At 6:15 PM, Suki and I took a taxi from Mong Kok station to the famous Chuang Fai Kee restaurant in Kowloon City for Chaozhou cuisine. This meal was a farewell dinner for Suki, and naturally, I was her guest. I ordered many famous dishes, ensuring she ate her fill. Although the meal wasn't cheap, watching her adorable expression as she slumped in her chair, clutching her stomach and saying she was full, made it all worthwhile.

Suki even joked that I had been taking her to eat so much delicious food, and she had probably gained at least three pounds in just a few days, meaning she would have to diet when she returned to the US.

At 9:30 PM, we arrived at Chek Lap Kok Airport. When we reached the restricted area, even though I knew it was impossible, I still had an impulse to ask her to stay in Hong Kong. I never thought that a mature man like myself could have such a girlish innocence; I wonder if I've caught this trait from her.

Suki, after all, is still a young girl, and tears welled up in her eyes. Seeing her red eyes made even me, a grown man, want to cry.

Before boarding the plane, she gave me a final hug and kiss as a last gift, and the kiss felt incredibly good. She also told me she would be staying in the US for Christmas and asked if I would visit her.

She blushed and whispered that there were many cheap and secluded villas for rent in the US.

Haha, typical Suki, looks like she's really into having fun.

Actually, I haven't made any plans for Christmas yet; I'll decide when the time comes.

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