【Slave by Nature】(04) Author: xxin

Author: xxin
Word Count: 3000
(IV)
The first exposure went smoothly and I was very happy. I was addicted to this feeling, walking naked on all fours, without
restraint or pressure, simple, sincere, without pretense, indulging in unrestrained release. I wanted to go again the next day, but
reason stopped me. This kind of life is only good as a break, I can't indulge in it too much.
After that, I would revisit the same place about once every week or so. Sometimes when I was feeling down, irritable, or
happy and excited, I couldn't help but get close to nature. Because I was used to going home late from self-study
, going out for an extra half hour on the way didn't attract any attention, and my usual study life was
no different from before.
I checked the exposure location before each time, and no one ever broke in during the process. This place
was safer than I imagined. The initial tension and panic had subsided. The little female dog would climb around contentedly,
happily twirl in circles with leaves in her mouth, and even playfully slip under the bushes—the consequence of which was that her arms
and back were red and swollen from allergies all night.
Gradually, I began to believe that this was not merely a urge of lust, but truly stemmed from my own heart. What I
gained from it, besides sexual pleasure, was more about emotional release and spiritual freedom.
In fact, the power of traditional morality is very strong, and the pursuit of pleasure was accompanied by
a process of constant self-doubt. Even today, I cannot completely escape the struggle within the moral cage. Lewdness, perversion,
self-degradation, and psychological pathology—while constantly resisting social prejudice, I am also constantly being eroded by them within my
heart.
But in any case, this period was relatively happy. After realizing that I could not resist, I gradually
became able to face exhibitionism more calmly and savor the pleasure it brought. Unlike before, when I often relied on strong lust
to break through the barriers of morality, getting lost in the chaotic sweetness while struggling with self-reproach.
It didn't affect my studies or life, I didn't become overly addicted, and it didn't cause any obvious negative consequences, allowing me
to temporarily regard it as a harmless hobby without too much moral guilt. Moreover, I discovered that crawling
is actually a good form of exercise; at first, it's easy to feel dizzy and have sore forelimbs, but you gradually get used to it
.
At that time, some female doggy-style videos were available for download online, though not many, as
there was more content on Western female horses, and Japanese videos were considered too artificial. During that period, I frantically searched for these, using tools to slowly sift through the pages. If that didn't work, I
would reveal my female identity on forums and ask for help, often finding all-knowing experts to assist me.
Perhaps because there aren't many female submissives who like female doggy-style sex, I received many messages: hookups, people looking for slaves, attempts at
online doggy style, and discussions of theories. Back then, I didn't know how to refuse, foolishly being teased. Fortunately, I understood that
personal information shouldn't be exposed, and I awkwardly guarded my bottom line. At the time, I was often worried that they would hack into my computer through the internet
and find out my true identity, because in my eyes, if they could crack porn sites, personal computers would be no
problem.
There were also a few who genuinely seemed like good people and helpful, so I exchanged QQ contacts with them. We'd chat occasionally, half-
joking and half-serious, but I quickly gave in; they guessed my age and identity pretty accurately. I was so naive;
they figured me out so easily. However, they were all very friendly, and even when they saw through my lies, they weren't angry. Knowing
I was very wary, they didn't delve deeper.
I, on the other hand, often fantasized in front of the screen, wondering if they were sexually interested in me, and
if any of them were my future masters. Because I saw many posts about finding a master and taking on a slave, I assumed everyone was like that, so I seriously
considered finding a master, completely unaware of how complex the SM community was and
how much risk it might involve.
Because I had been pampered by my parents and elders since childhood, and my student life had been smooth sailing, my life was only filled with sunshine;
I didn't know that society had a dark and dirty side. My fantasies about my master were all beautiful: handsome and charming
, gentle and considerate to his slaves. In reality, it was still a prince and princess story disguised as SM. At that time, I didn't
realize that I was getting closer and closer to the real SM community because I was sinking deeper and deeper. What was especially heartbreaking
was that my entry into the SM community was so foolish that it became a laughing stock within the community. As my friends said, I had completely disgraced female SM users
.
I once had a strong liking for an online friend. He was very knowledgeable; I could get answers to almost all my questions from him
. He was also very patient and polite, never using foul language. In short, I admired him greatly. This was a
kind of unrequited love, I suppose. When chatting with him, I would respectfully kneel on the chair to type, imagining whether the person on the other side of the screen was a
kind and handsome older brother, a smartly dressed uncle, or a burly man with a fierce face?
Several times I hesitated: if he expressed interest in taking me as his slave, should I agree, or should I be
reserved and let him pursue me to satisfy my girlish vanity? But he never mentioned it, probably thinking
I wouldn't agree even if he did. Unbeknownst to him, the slave opposite him had already fastened the collar around his neck and presented the chain to him
.
Looking back, we'd only chatted a few times; we didn't really know each other. At the time, I
was blinded by lust. At eighteen, I was at the most confident stage of my life, thinking I
knew everything and could do anything. In reality, a female college student, lacking social experience and financial foundation
, suddenly entering the SM world is no different from a lamb entering a pack of wolves. I
'd posted photos of myself online before. Back then, I was always a bit competitive and
confident in my appearance; I couldn't resist being provoked. I didn't dare post nude photos, but I had taken quite a few, all encrypted and hidden in
a corner of my computer. Young girls are often a little narcissistic; admiring their fair, smooth skin and delicate
curves in the mirror, they hoped to preserve a permanent memory. Some people with ill intentions suggested uploading some videos without showing faces
. I was indeed tempted, but partly because of shyness and partly because I was worried about giving myself away, I ultimately didn't agree.
Anyway, I digress. I was very happy to get these videos. Seeing the female dogs being trained by their owners, seeing
their confident and radiant smiles seemingly illuminating the background, seeing their expressions of pain mixed with pleasure and lewdness...
I was so envious. I carefully memorized their movements and tried my best to imitate them. Although I didn't have an owner
, I could still do as well as them.
Some of the videos showed female dogs moving incredibly sexy, whether crouching, standing, or crawling,
radiating a strong canine allure. Their shapely buttocks swayed naturally like seaweed, their full breasts peeking out from between their legs like
ripe coconuts, exuding a sweet fragrance. Their strong, elastic limbs, the smooth curves from their hips to their shoulders, their alluring,
dreamy eyes, and the glistening saliva slowly sliding down their slightly parted tongues. Their demeanor was
so confident, their movements so natural, while I looked so awkward and stiff in the mirror, crooked and affected
. Although I knew they must have undergone long-term training, their canine instincts ingrained, I still couldn't help but feel jealous
and envious.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally couldn't resist shamelessly running out to observe the dogs' movements.
There shouldn't be dogs on campus , but there happened to be one, belonging to the old man at the water dispenser's office, who would take it out for walks on campus morning and evening.
I used to see it every day without a second thought, but now I'm meek and submissive, my face burning with embarrassment. The first few times I felt awkward, but later
I steeled myself and walked closely behind it on the opposite side of the tree-lined path, stealing glances like a thief.
This dog was handsome, with dark brown fur, only its belly and paws were yellow. Its gait, though unassuming
, possessed a certain tension that was undeniable. Since I was going to do it, I should do it properly. Was it, openly and honestly, necessarily
inferior to me, crawling around the campus at night? I comforted and encouraged myself while carefully observing its
steps, the range and rhythm of its body movements, the way it looked up, down, and licked.
After a while, I became bolder, so I swallowed my pride and started bringing a steamed bun or dumpling to feed it every time I went to get water
, pretending to be a dog lover and observing it closely. This dog named Hei Zai, though large, is incredibly gentle
. Usually, when I feed him, he lies there obediently, waiting for me to break the food into pieces and bring it to him. He then
deftly licks it from my hand, and after finishing, he'll lick my fingers sweetly as a thank you.
He quickly recognized me; perhaps bored in the water room, he wags his tail and
excitedly greets me every time he sees me. I can't resist playing with him every day.
Hei Zai is exceptionally clever; whether I ask him to sit, stand, shake hands, or roll over, he easily understands
and executes it accurately. The poor thing is that the little guy is always chained to a tree, probably because school
rules are strict, and the old man is afraid he'll disturb the students fetching water. I've long since abandoned my initial ulterior motives;
I love him terribly. If he didn't already have an owner, I'd really like to take him back to my dorm.
When I play with Blackie, I often wonder if its affection for me stems from its animalistic instincts discovering
the canine nature deep within me, and realizing that we are actually of the same kind. If we were to switch souls,
would it come over every day after class to hold my hand and let its mind wander?

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