female dog Qiqi

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I'm Qiqi
, a 24-year-old female dog, and I work at a nightclub in Shanghai. Four years ago, I studied tourism Japanese at a vocational school in Shanghai.
When I was still studying, I would sometimes go shopping with friends, and when we walked down the street or passed by bars, I would often see
slender women dressed provocatively or revealingly, with heavy makeup. My friends would always say, "They must be
prostitutes, so cheap." I would nod on the surface, but in my heart, I thought they were very bold and open, and that it allowed them
to show off their charm. I'm not bad-looking myself, so I wondered if I would become like that someday. After graduating, I was unemployed for a long time.
One day, my neighbor, Ms. Jiang, said to me, "Are you interested in working at our nightclub, pouring drinks for the customers or something?
It's easy, and the pay is good. You just need to dress boldly, but the girls there are very open-minded, so it's
not surprising. And you don't have to go out with the girls." I didn't think about it for long before agreeing. Anyway, you don't wear much when you're dancing,
and there's always physical contact. As for her, of course, she was also a hostess.
On my first day at the nightclub, I met Boss X. He seemed quite dashing, and the girls there were all
beautiful tall, though their makeup was very heavy. He asked if it was okay for customers to touch me, and I said
yes, as long as we didn't go out with them. So the next day, he took me and another girl to Dimi to buy clothes.
We went into a store that only sold black clothes. The owner seemed to know him, and he picked out a
transparent black bodysuit for me that was completely backless, held up by only two straps, and I couldn't even wear a bra. It was kind of like a halter top. He also
picked out a black miniskirt for me, exposing 70% of my body. I didn't dare come out of the fitting room after putting it on.
Later, when I looked in the mirror, I realized that although it was a bit provocative, it suited me very well. I was
destined wear this kind of clothes. The clothing store owner kept praising me, saying I was sexy and charming. The owner just
said I was really good-looking. That day, I also picked out a black bodysuit, a pair of tight, hip-lifting black trousers, a pair of hot
leather pants, and a midi skirt. It was the first time I'd ever worn or bought clothes like that, and I still remember it vividly. Of course, I
didn't pay for it.
From then on, my nightclub life began. At first, I tried hard to avoid being touched by customers, but after a few days
I realized it was impossible. Only by pleasing them would I receive tips. So, it started with touching my thighs and breasts,
then moving to groping my genitals, inserting fingers, and eventually demanding oral sex and anal licking. My clothing became increasingly provocative:
thongs, garter belts, fishnet stockings, super high heels. The clothes I bought were all transparent and tight, revealing
my underwear. As for the colors of my underwear, I gradually bought black, red, or open-crotch underwear (for
the customers' My makeup became heavier and more glamorous. And I made more money. In nightclubs, I like to
wear thin gauze over a bra, a super short mini-skirt, and over-the-knee high-heeled boots. I feel
less pressured and more direct that way. It also increases the chances of customers choosing me. Of course, customers often
accompany me to lingerie shops to buy weird underwear,
stockings This leads to me constantly accumulating more clothes.
Inevitably, it wasn't long before I started working as a prostitute; after all, I wasn't a virgin to begin with. To date
, I've probably had affairs with over 100 men—students, office workers, soldiers, old men,
and women. My characteristics include realistic and seductive moaning, excellent oral sex (many ejaculate before penetration),
and anal sex. There have also been several instances of group sex. The longest I ever had sex was with four boys, all students, for four hours straight.
They took turns, sometimes even using two holes at the same time, and in the end, their semen sprayed all over my hair, face, and breasts
.
I think only prostitutes could have such an experience. Actually, ever since I started working at nightclubs, I've longed
for the hedonistic life of a prostitute. Others think it's degrading, but I don't think it's anything special
. Most other prostitutes probably think the same way.
I once had sex with another prostitute; I just thought it was fun. She was a real lesbian.
We went shopping together, and she suggested going to her place, so I went. When we got there, she asked me if she was pretty.
To be honest, she was quite attractive, taller than me, and even as a woman, I thought she was a little vixen. She told
me that she only worked as a prostitute for money, and that she didn't actually like men, but rather seductive women. She asked if I wanted
to try it , and without waiting for my answer, she kissed me. I was enveloped by a strange feeling
and didn't resist. I even reached out to touch her breasts, and then we started having sex. She licked my genitals, sucked my
anus , and finally curled up her legs and rubbed her vulva against mine (very excited) until we both had white
vaginal fluid mixed together, and only then did she release me, satisfied.
Another time, I went to a middle-aged man's house for sex. After normal intercourse, he suggested trying something new
. He offered to pay double. I agreed, and he tied my hands and feet to the bedpost, then bound my whole body with rope, making
me unable to move. Then he started urinating in my face, forcibly pried open my mouth, and poured it into my mouth.
Then he put his anus against my face and splattered his feces on my face and body. A stench hit me, making me
nauseous; just looking at it made me want to vomit. His stool was unformed, and after he finished, he slowly smeared
it all over my body, covering every inch. He even forced a piece into my mouth, then
sealed it with silicone sealant, all the while saying, "I'll make you a prostitute, I'll make you slutty." This went on for an hour before he let me wash up. I had often seen SM on VCDs
before , but this time, I went from being a viewer to a victim.
It was my first time experiencing SM, and I witnessed the entire process of "golden holy water" coming out of my anus. At
that moment , although it was filthy, it made me lose all sense of shame and experience a strange excitement, and I truly began to like SM.
After that, although I wanted to try it again, I didn't have many opportunities.
It wasn't until I met an old Japanese man that I truly understood the essence of SM. From then on, my
interest in SM surpassed that of sex. He was my client. The first time, he booked me for three days. He asked if I liked SM
/if I could play it. I told him I really longed for Japanese SM. He trained me for two days, those two days were
like torture ecstasy. The second time, he said he knew the owner of an SM club in Tokyo. I could speak
Japanese, was beautiful, and could play SM. He would be my guarantor, and I could go to Japan to work as an SM girl under
the guise . Of course, I agreed. There are many professional SM girls in the SM clubs in Tokyo.
The girls offer almost all SM services. Many are only eighteen or nineteen years old. Many popular
girls require booking ten days in advance.
After joining, I first signed a one-year contract. They wouldn't interfere with my daily life, but I had to guarantee
two days of work per week, earning 35,000 yen per day. I could participate in 80% of the SM services specified in the contract. Then,
they checked my SM skills. If I had never done it before, I could try it for the first time. Those who weren't suited or couldn't
tolerate it could leave. Successful applicants had a very small tattoo on their buttocks: JT-SM (Tokyo SM
), indicating I was a professional SM girl there.
The test included almost all SM services. Because I was Chinese, the staff were very excited. They forcibly
inserted a rubber penis into my anus for eight hours and bound me, widening my anus.
By the second day, my anus was already very large, and then various M-programs began (Japanese
commercial clubs don't have many programs that harm the body or leave marks), but once it started, it couldn't be stopped. I
shouted to stop several times, but it was no use. Of course, everything was safe. Full body binding, turtle bondage, hanging
upside down suspended in mid-air, milk enema, forced masturbation, forced homosexuality, oral sex, group sex, swallowing semen,
speculum, urination, full body chains, being locked in a cage, collar, urine facial, being dressed as a puppy, gag, candles, shackles, handcuffs,
leg irons, metal, leather, chastity belt, completely blindfolded, blindfolded, shaved, nose hook, anal plug, anal sex, nipple
clamps, restraint box, outdoor exposure, outdoor defecation—these were the milder programs.
The most stimulating part was that I was forced to defecate on the spot, then forced to swallow it, drink urine, have gold smeared on my body,
be used as a man's toilet, forced to swallow and smear other people's gold, holy water, suffocation (my head was put in
a plastic bag and then sealed at the neck with tape, terrifying), water torture, forced bestiality (with a dog, I
refused to the death, but it was no use), electric torture, mummification. Ultimate imprisonment. Complete restraint (all of it was filmed)
. I cried several times and begged several times. At that time, I felt that I was no longer a woman, but just a female slave.
At first, I was very ashamed, but later I became numb, and even my personality collapsed. But I still endured it.
The second time I played the same program, I felt that I had broken through the shackles of morality and humanity and become a
tool to be played with.
As for the S program, it was actually much easier than the M program. They made me change into a black patent leather queen outfit that exposed my nipples,
black patent leather long gloves, black patent leather 16cm high-heeled boots that went over my knees, a thong patent leather panties
, black stockings, black garter belts, a 20cm black patent leather miniskirt, etc., and I had to hold a whip, clap a board, or pose a few times with
my buttocks and breasts, and they would take a few photos. As long as I looked provocative enough, it was okay.
I worked there for two years and was trained in all of the above, and I went from barely accepting it to being happy to accept it
(including eating gold, but it cost 300,000 yen per time). I was also used as a serving dish and
was forced by perverted Japanese people to play many roles, from queen outfits, prostitute outfits, nurse outfits (at most, they made me
play a lewd nurse and then torture me with some medical instruments), teacher outfits, police outfits, flight attendant outfits, secretary outfits,
car model outfits to wedding dresses, mourning clothes (all black inside and out), maid outfits, and dog outfits with four paws on the ground. I was locked in
cages , basements, and glass boxes. I was forced to wear a chastity belt, anal plugs, or be bound (under clothing) and taken out in the streets. I was
insulted, humiliated, and disciplined, and I was photographed and videotaped. (Perhaps many of you have seen SM videos, and
I might even be in one.) SM and sex with women, not just men, gave me immense pleasure.
During this time, I learned to do striptease and table dancing. On days when I wasn't working, I worked as a stripper (
for six months, wearing heavy makeup and provocative clothing, swaying my hips and waist; every glance and movement
was full of seduction. I think it must have been incredibly stimulating and attractive to men). Because of this,
I couldn't resist my curiosity and got nipple piercings, labia piercings, and other piercings. I think those are symbols of SM. (Many Japanese SM
girls and dancers wear them; the most I've seen is 12 in one go.) My profile at the SM parlor described me as "Extremely
lewd! A depraved and sexy Chinese beauty! The ultimate human toilet!" I think this title suits me well,
and that's exactly how I served. There aren't many SM girls in NG programs; you need courage and a deep
love for SM to succeed. Two Chinese women joined before, but they quit after a short time.
Three months ago, my two-year study period ended, so I had to return to Shanghai and continue working as a prostitute. However,
even though it's a low-class profession, I didn't dare tell anyone that I used to be an SM prostitute. Other
prostitutes look down on me. Besides, SM is illegal in China. I learned about Chinese sadomasochistic
clubs online, and that's why I wrote down my innermost thoughts, hoping everyone can understand me, get closer to me, and become familiar with me. If you can understand me,
tolerate me, like me, and feel you can confide in me, please write to me. I will give you my QQ number
and even photos.
I know I'm slutty, promiscuous, and shameless. But I really can't change it; I think I'm
slutty to the core now. Is there any way to make me even sluttier? I know some people might look down on my
profession, but I think as long as I'm true to myself, that's enough. Maybe in the not-too-distant future, I'll open a clothing store, live
a normal life, and be my own boss.
Please always remember me: by day, Eve is a beautiful, sexy woman who loves to sleep in; by night,
Eve is a seductive, wanton, and shameless slut.
Nickname: Eve Gender: Female Tendency: Submissive (slave, subordinate, or passive)
Birthday: 1979 Birthplace: Shanghai City of Residence: Shanghai Occupation: Hostess Blood Type: B Height:
166cm Weight: 92 kg Measurements: 85, 58, 92 First Time: 20 years old Erogenous Zone:
Anal Characteristics: None (except for bleeding, injury, or extreme pain)
Others' Evaluation: Seductive and sexy, daringly dressed, and extremely slutty.
Favorite SM activities: Enemas, gold, holy water, full-body bondage, complete restraint. Favorite clothing
styles and colors: Avant-garde tight-fitting, black, rose red, leather.
Favorite lingerie styles and colors: Sexy and sensual, thongs, black, red, glowing.
Personality: Proactive, indifferent to everything, likes to be unconventional and try new things. Email
address: ever2s_shop@hotmail.com — "no" means
I will not participate in this activity under any circumstances (hard line); — "0" means I absolutely dislike or do not want to.
Even disliking the activity and usually refusing, but participating to please the owner if insisted
(soft boundary); — "1" indicates unwillingness or dislike, but not refusing when asked; —
"2" indicates willingness, but the activity doesn't particularly appeal to you; — "3" indicates generally liking
the activity, at least occasionally or infrequently; — "4" indicates liking it and being willing to participate regularly; —
"5" indicates the activity is extremely stimulating to you, and you are willing to participate as much as possible; —
Add an asterisk "*" to indicate that you only want to do a certain activity with your current sexual partner and not with temporary partners; —
You can add further annotations or express your own thoughts on any of these items according to your personal preferences.
Wearing symbolic jewelry:
Yes 4 The weekend is here again. I went out wearing a light red sleeveless cheongsam (it was a new cheongsam I had made,
and I'm very proud of my figure; my 37D breasts and the slit that went all the way to my hips,
revealing slender legs, guaranteed to attract attention). I headed towards the bar. I hoped to find
someone I liked to go out with, but I felt tonight was different from usual.
At the bar, I sat down in my usual seat and ordered a drink. After a while, a guy came in and
sat at the bar. He was a handsome guy, about 1.85 meters tall, muscular, wearing
a sharp navy blue suit, a white shirt, and a nice tie. He soon noticed me. He
bought a beer, sat down next to me, and started asking me questions, like why I was
at the bar alone and whether I had a boyfriend. He didn't talk much about himself, just invited me to his house, which I accepted.
We drove to his house.
When we arrived, I was taken to the basement. He stepped forward, tore open my cheongsam,
then stripped me naked, unfurled the long hemp rope, first folded it into two strands, then took the middle strand and let
it hang down behind my neck, tying four or five knots in front of my chest, then tightly wrapped it around my genitals and anus, separating it behind my buttocks, passing it
forward through the two bottom knots, pulling it tightly a few times, then turning it back around. I
let out a soft moan because of the friction between my clitoris and the rope, but the rope turned back from my waist to my stomach again,
passing through the two top knots and pulling it tight once more. This pulling and tugging continued again and again until all the knots on my body were tightened
and passed through, then the rope was tied tightly behind my back. My genitals and anus were compressed tighter and tighter, and I collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, unable to
stand up !
But his binding technique wasn't over. He pulled on the rope that was wrapped tightly around me like a snake, leaving
me standing helplessly. He took another rope, folded it in half again, and used one hand to bend my
arms, which had just stopped feeling numb, so that they were parallel and resting slightly above my lower back. With his other hand, he wrapped the rope around my wrists
several times, then looped it parallel around the rope that had previously bound my wrists,
tightening . I screamed incessantly from the tightness of the rope, stomping my feet on the floor as I tried to endure it. The rope
wrapped around my waist several more times, then tied another knot at my wrists behind my back, binding my hands and body as one.
He pulled it up through my neck a few times, raising my arms, which were already almost at their limit, a few centimeters higher.
With a soft cracking sound, I could only tilt my head back as much as possible. The rope instantly went down to my wrists, passed through the rope around my waist that had been binding my genitals,
then turned and looped back up around my neck, tying a knot again. I couldn't stand, I couldn't sit,
I couldn't lean forward, I was too weak to lean back, and all I could do was moan softly! I tried to shake my arms, hoping to
loosen the ropes a little, but apart from my high breasts swaying slightly, it only brought an
unbearable .
After doing all this, he said to me, who was trembling all over, "This is the basic training that the female slave will receive from now on,
but in order to speed things up, I will add some more procedures to this for you, you bitch." With a clatter,
he picked up the chain that had been locked to my ankles and re-locked it to the alloy ring on my collar. Two pink vibrating eggs appeared in his hands at
some point pulled hard on the rope around my genitals, inserting one deep into my cervix with his index finger
, causing a sharp pain in my anus, while the other was inserted there! Then he carefully moved the rope back to its original position and straightened it.
He held up the controllers for two vibrating eggs and said, "Looks like you're starting to feel it, you little slut.
It might be a bit difficult for you since you don't have much experience, but once you get through this, you'll
find what it's like to be a slave. Only then will you gain my favor."
I convulsed and struggled weakly, saying, "Mr. Fujimoto, I...I just...ah...I just want
to go home...ouch..." Before I could finish, he smiled slightly, flicked his two thumbs, and turned on the controller
. The two little balls, as if they had come to life, started bouncing wildly inside me!
Suddenly, a strange sensation came from below, a mix of pleasure and tingling all over my body. My sphincter muscles kept contracting and relaxing,
and a sharp pain from somewhere that I couldn't exert any force kept hitting my brain. With a "buzz," my body swayed
. The heel of my boot was too high, and I twisted my ankle. I couldn't support myself and fell down, unable to maintain my balance, causing me to crash heavily to
the ground ! But I didn't feel the pain of the impact. My lower body contracted uncontrollably, tears streamed down my face,
and my screams turned into moans of pleasure. A chill ran between my thighs, and my juices flowed uncontrollably again. My legs twitched
and stretched straight, the iron ball on my arm rolling on the ground. The chains rattled and clattered, the chains short
and restraining the collar. A wave of suffocation made my head spin, and my moans stopped. My blurry, tear-filled eyes were
wide open, my mouth agape as I gasped for breath.
“From now on, I will control your every move, my slave!” he said.
“From now on, you are my lowly female slave, a bitch!” “I am your master, and now you will
swear to me!” “Yes, master! I am your loyal female slave, your obedient bitch,” I said.
“You will be trained to be a slave, to do whatever I want you to do. My training begins tonight!”
He lowered me from the ceiling and took me to his basement. I hesitated, worried about my situation!
I had become a man's private property! I had come to his house with a man I knew almost nothing about,
and then he told me I was now his property. But it was too late; there was no going back.
The room was dimly lit, but I could see it was filled with all sorts of restraint equipment. I stood...
In the center of the room, I was hoisted up again. He pulled the ropes upwards with all his might until
only toes touched the ground. Then my legs were spread apart and tied to iron hooks on the floor. He put
a leather mask over my head. The mask only had holes for my nose and mouth. Then he stuffed a gag with a dildo attached
into my mouth and locked it behind my head. He tied a restraint belt around my body, tightened it, and attached it to the iron hooks on
the floor , thus restricting any movement in any direction. I was hung there like this for about
an hour.
My next sensation was the pain of being whipped on my buttocks. I cried out from the gag and
jumped , causing a tearing pain in my lower body. I was whipped a hundred times on my buttocks, back, and legs.
After the whipping, I was very weak from the torture. I hung there entirely by the strength of the ropes until I began to
slowly recover. From the moment we entered the room until now, he hadn't said a word, just kept torturing
me.
After I recovered, he inserted an electric dildo into my vagina. Then he began
whipping me again until I collapsed from the pain once more. Then I was let down, my hands were cuffed
behind my back again, the nipple clamps were finally removed, and I was stuffed into a small cage in the far corner of the room. He left,
leaving me alone for the entire night. I was in excruciating pain from head to toe, and a little panicked, but
I was also excited, which kept me going. About an hour later I fell asleep.
My master opened the cage and pulled me out, and I suddenly woke up! I was still wearing the leather mask, handcuffed, and
the electric dildo was still inside my vagina, so I didn't know if it was day or night. My hands were still cuffed behind
my back, and the electric dildo was still vibrating inside my vagina. He made me kneel down, and then the gag was removed and
replaced with his penis! He ordered me to suck it, and I had better do it well! My master put his penis
in my mouth, and I began to suck, feeling it swell in my mouth. Then the master grabbed my head and
forced his way deeper. My mouth was gagged, but my throat slowly relaxed, and I gladly accepted
his penis! I sucked on his penis as he continued to thrust until he ejaculated deeply into my
throat. I was ordered to swallow it all, without wasting a drop! I did as he said, swallowing it all!
Then the master ordered me to stand up and locked my collar to the chain hanging from the ceiling.
He told me I had done well, but I needed to learn better techniques. “I will have plenty of
time to train you; you won’t be able to go anywhere!” he said.
“You are my slave, and I will teach you how to serve me!” “Your sole purpose in life from now
on is to give me pleasure!” “Your pleasure and needs are no longer considered!” “Do you understand, my slave?”
“Yes, master! I am your lowly slave,” I replied.
“You are worthless and will receive the treatment you deserve! Do you understand, my slave?” “Yes, master!”
I answered loudly.
I started asking him why he was doing this, but the only answer I got was excruciating pain in my buttocks. I
kept screaming until the twenty lashes were finished!
“You have no right to speak unless I tell you to, and it can only be ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘No,
Master.’ I will give you special time to speak freely, but now is not the time!” “
Do you understand, slave?” “Yes, Master! I am just a lowly female slave, a bitch.” I answered.
I was taken through the room to the bathroom, the vibrating dildo was pulled out, and he gave me an enema. Last
time , he didn’t allow me to defecate immediately and held it for a long time. Then I was taken back, and leather straps
were tightened around my breasts and arms, and then I was hoisted up until my feet were off the ground. My feet were spread apart and
hooked to the floor. Then the master clipped alligator clips to my nipples and added weights.
The master said, “I’m going out for a while, slave! I have something to do!” "I was hung there for quite a long time.
When the master finally returned, he removed the nipple clamps and chastity belt, and put me down. Without saying a word,
the master took me to the upstairs bathroom. He unlocked the handcuffs, put me in a bathtub filled with cold water, and let me take
a bath. Then I was taken to the living room, my hands were hooked to the ceiling, and I was left hanging there
to dry. The master told me that he was going to hold a party, and I was the center of attention! I would be
used by everyone who wanted to, to do whatever they wanted. That was reserved specifically for him.
I was hung up, and the guests arrived one after another. I was still wearing a mask, so I didn't know..." Who were they
? Each of them looked me up and down, touching me, slapping my buttocks,
kneading my breasts, and introducing their specialties to their master. If it was one person at a time, there were fifteen
of them. The master told them each had a maximum of three hours and explained the rules: no one could
remove my mask. Everything else was allowed, which disappointed me greatly.
My last relaxation was last week, and I longed for some indulgence; my breasts were throbbing with pain. Soon
one of them came over, grabbed my breasts, and squeezed my nipples hard, making me scream in pain.
"Alright, child, now you're mine!" He put me down and took me downstairs.
This time, my hands were tied to the ceiling, and my feet were spread apart and hooked. He
put a gag in my mouth. Then he used a hard leather paddle to beat my buttocks, legs, breasts, and
genitals . He beat me over a hundred times. I was about to faint, but he patted my face to revive me.
"I didn't want you to miss out, good bastard!" “I still have more than two hours!” “Yes, sir,”
I murmured.
Then he put me down, led me to the table, made me lie face down on it, and tied my hands to
the other side of the table. The next sensation was a rubber tube being inserted into my anus, filled with warm water. I was
filled until my stomach felt like it was about to burst. Then he removed the rubber tube and plugged it with an anal plug.
I was hoisted up again. “You have to hold it in until I allow it!” “Yes, sir!”
I replied.
“If any water leaks out, I will beat you thirty times as punishment, do you understand, child?” “Yes,
sir!” I said. I endured it with all my might. But I knew I had no
choice . I felt like I was hanging there for a lifetime until he released me. Then I was taken back to the table, and once again…
I lay face down on top. Then my buttocks were whipped ten times. After lubricating, he inserted his penis into my
vagina and fucked me wildly until he orgasmed. He withdrew and ejaculated
all over my back.
Then he noticed that my clitoris was also hard, and white secretions were dripping out little by little. So
he turned me over, made me lie on the table behind me and tied me up. Then he grabbed a bamboo stick and beat my
clitoris until it softened again.
At this time, the master told him that his time was up. I was taken back upstairs and then thrown on the floor. Soon,
another one grabbed me and took me down. Finally, I don't know how long it took, everyone had taken their turn.
I was exhausted.
At this time, I understood what the master had said, that I was worthless. Now I truly belonged to him, and he completely
possessed me. I was suspended in the living room, limp all over, and the master's friends left. They took turns
passing by me and slapped my breasts countless times.
When they all left, the master put me down, took me to the cellar and then hung me up again. Now I
was truly suspended, too exhausted to stand. “You did well, my slave.”
“Thank you, Master!” I said weakly.
“Now you will be rewarded!” He inserted an electric dildo into my vagina and turned it on.
Then he grabbed my breasts and began to play with them. Soon I reached orgasm. I erupted so intensely
that I didn’t know when it would stop. When it was all over, I completely collapsed.
My master untied me, took away the dildo, hugged and kissed me tightly, and then put me in
the cage to rest. I fell asleep immediately after being put down.
He had conquered me; from now on I was completely his, and I knew it all.
Niu Er’s meal wasn’t ready, and I had already fallen into a deep sleep. When I woke up, it was almost dusk. My first feeling
was hunger. Loyal Niu Er was sitting at his writing desk. Seeing me awake, he said, “Brother, are you hungry?” Without waiting for my
reply, he dashed off to prepare the meal. After washing up, I lit a cigarette and sat quietly by the window. In the twilight, the dense
forest undulated along the mountainside, faintly exuding the scent of damp earth. I took a deep
breath , feeling an indescribable relaxation and peace. I'd only been here a little over a day, but I
felt a complete transformation.
Niu Er served me two bowls of rice, a bottle of beer, and a pot of pork stew with vermicelli. After the meal, I stripped naked
, grabbed my belt, and went downstairs. Niu Er followed me habitually. I told him: "From now on, when I go to see
Wang Hui , or when I'm with Wang Hui, don't follow me." Pushing open the storage room door, a suffocating
, foul odor assaulted my nostrils. My penis stood erect, my blood boiling. Wang Hui looked at
me in terror, instinctively pulling her foot, which had been sticking out from under the sheets, back inside. I grabbed her hair and dragged her to her knees, making her
crawl to the large rock in the middle of the room. She didn't make a sound; the only sound in the room was the friction of chains against the concrete floor
. I sat naked on the rock, pulling her hair to make her lift her face. Her body, including her face, was filthy,
nauseating .
"Open your eyes!" I commanded, the belt slamming loudly against her buttocks, which were covered in welts. Wang Hui
's eyes were clear and bright, glistening with tears, her eyelashes fluttering in fear—truly beautiful. Her eyes
no longer held resentment, but rather a hint of humiliation, which was exactly what I wanted. Her mouth was well-defined, but very
dry, emitting gushes of sour stench with her panting and occasional coughs. Her gaze met mine for only
half a second before shifting to the bluestone. "Filthy thing, filthy thing, you're worse than a pig," I said,
spitting in her face.
I squatted on the bluestone, my swollen, purple penis pressed against her face. A sausage-sized amount of feces slowly slid from my anus
, and Wang Hui involuntarily retreated, only to be whipped back with the belt. A few minutes later,
a pound of golden-yellow feces lay on the bluestone. I stood up and straddled Wang Hui's head. Wang Hui had given up
trying to escape, letting me wipe her anus with her hair, whimpering from below. I held her head down and ordered her
to lick feces. Her cries grew louder, and she tried to pull back. I pulled her nipples hard,
whipped her genitals with a belt, and slammed her head against the ground. Then I forced her to eat feces again.
Wang Hui closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked it while crying. "Eat, eat, do you hear me? You only deserve
to eat shit !" Under duress, she took a piece in her mouth, glanced back at me, and swallowed it with difficulty. My tone softened
a bit: That's right, keep eating, no dinner tonight. After her third bite, she started by
dry heaving , then buried her head in the ground, vomiting painfully. Soon, a pool of thin gastric juice mixed with
the feces she had just eaten appeared on the ground. She probably couldn't eat anymore. As I whipped her with the belt, I said, "Bitch,
you've wasted all the
food I made for you ." I slammed her face down onto the remaining excrement, and when I pulled her up, her face was utterly repulsive. I wanted to completely humiliate her and break her
nerves.
I had Niu Er fetch water, took a thorough shower, and then drove to Zigong. By the way, I'd like to recommend
Zigong to my colleagues; although it's not a big city, the sex industry is quite developed. If you have the chance to go, the prices
are fair, and the girls are pretty good. In Zigong, I spent the night with a seventeen-year-old girl. In the morning, I received
a call from my wife, Qing (I usually don't allow her to call me first). I had a lawsuit regarding my project in Chengdu,
and as the owner and legal representative, I had to go.
On the way to Chengdu, I instructed Niu Er on the phone: Remember the three things I told you. Also, before I get
back, throw away the bluestone in the house, put Wang Hui in the iron cage, lock her up, and bring her food and medicine on time, but
don't bathe her. Just wait for me to come back.
When she saw me, Qing was overjoyed, telling me how well her business was doing, how
good her daughter's school in Beijing was, and so on. The lawsuit wasn't big, and since I'd really lost interest in making more money, it
ended quickly. The night before I left, I got up to relieve myself and opened my eyes to find my wife Qing
sitting beside me, tears streaming down her face. She said, "I feel like you're different this time. I know you won't tell me
what , but I know something about you has changed." I gently pulled her into my arms, telling her not to
overthink things and to get some sleep. We both slept poorly for the rest of the night.
More than twenty days had passed. During this time, I learned about Wang Hui's situation from Niu Er's phone calls: she had stopped
coughing, was much quieter, and had a normal appetite, though she was dirtier. I was pleased with two pieces of information from Niu Er: first,
Wang Hui begged him to let her sunbathe for a while; second, she wanted to take a bath. This indicated that the training of Wang Hui had been effective:
she was gradually adapting to the new environment and was mentally sound. I could proceed with the next step of my plan.
Upon arriving at Lin Yang, whom I had been longing to visit, I handed Niu Er a shopping list I had prepared beforehand:
a pug, a wheelchair, carpet for the storage room, a bathtub, various wigs, a razor, a cabinet air conditioner, a
multi-functional fitness machine, a television, a video camera, a video recorder, large needles, several custom-made thin iron chains over ten meters long, and several
gold and silver bars, etc.
The weather was already cold; I was wearing a wool sweater under my coat. Opening the heavy iron lock of the storage room, Wang Hui saw me in the iron cage
and was initially startled, then quickly lowered her head. A brocade quilt lay on the heavy wooden planks beneath the iron cage,
the sheet wrapped around her now replaced with a blanket. The air inside was thick and pungent, the floor around the cage
filthy . I held the cage, observing Wang Hui as if she were a wild animal. She was no longer coughing, and although
her face and hair were filthy, it was clear she had recovered much faster than she had a few dozen days ago. When I asked
her to remove the blanket, she complied readily. The wounds on her skin had healed, though some areas still bore
scabs. Strangely, she seemed to have gained some weight. When I knelt down to let her see me, her expression,
though still showing fear, lacked resentment. I could read pleading and helplessness in her eyes. She must have known that
here, only one person decided her fate: me. And only
one me. After months of rape, violence, imprisonment, and humiliation, the woman in the cage had
gradually lost hope of escape, gradually begun to submit to and adapt to her environment, gradually lost her dignity as a human being, and
gradually degenerated into a caged animal.
"You're so filthy." "Let's leave this filthy place now." After I finished speaking, I unlocked the iron cage,
wrapped a heavy iron chain around her neck, and locked it. Her posture as she followed me out the door was somewhat strange,
her legs and back stiff. In the courtyard downstairs, I sat on a bamboo chair and made Wang Hui, still in chains, kneel
before me. In the sunlight, the two of us formed a very interesting and stark contrast: one was dressed in a suit,
neat and clean, tall and strong; the other was naked, filthy, thin and weak. I reached out and touched
her hair; it felt like a piece of worn-out leather. I brought it to my nose and smelled a strong, sour, rancid odor.
I lifted her chin, leaned down, and stared intently at her. "You filthy thing, do you know why I've
done ?" "No...I don't know." Months of solitary confinement had begun
to damage her speech; she stuttered, and her voice trembled from the cold. Strangely, her
teeth were still very white. A gust of wind blew past, and I could clearly see a dense layer of goosebumps on her skin.
I placed my leather-shoe-clad foot on her shoulder, fiddling with the heavy iron chain in my hand, gazing at the surrounding green mountains:
"Look, how beautiful the scenery is here, the mountains and rivers are so picturesque. You should be content to be buried here." After I finished speaking,
a bone-deep fear shone in her eyes. I could feel my foot trembling, this time not
from the cold, but from an overwhelming terror. Humans, how much they cling to life.
"No...no...don't..." She involuntarily put her elbow on the ground, burying her head on the instep of my other foot.
"Don't touch me, you filthy thing!" I kicked her away. "I won't kill you. I'll tell you why all this is
for ." I pulled a piece of paper from my shirt pocket and threw it on the ground. "Take a good look
at this. See what you are, see what you're supposed to do. Read it aloud." The paper was simple, containing only three points:
First, the man before me is called "Master," and he is my master to whom I must unconditionally obey for the rest of my life.
Second, I am not human; I am a female dog named "Qiqi," infinitely loyal to my master. From today
onward cannot speak or walk upright without my master's permission. All my actions and expressions of emotion
must be in the form of a dog. Third, any slight resistance will immediately bring severe punishment. Any
attempt will immediately bring me death.
I made her read it over and over again, her trembling voice echoing in the empty courtyard. I felt incredibly
happy; my goal was almost achieved: to possess a truly unique, humanoid dog.
"Do you agree? Tell me." She lowered her head and replied, "I...agree." "From now on,
your real life begins. You'll adapt. As long as you do these things, I'll let you
live forever, well. Come on, bark twice for your master." Qiqi looked at me, then lowered her head again, letting out
a few dry sounds from deep in her throat: "Woof, woof." Large tears fell to the ground. "Hmm, not bad.
It seems your family used to have dogs, but not enough. Your teacher will be here this afternoon." Hearing "teacher,"
she showed a puzzled expression.
"Come on, follow me, Qiqi." She replied, "Okay." Then I kicked
her : "Bitch, bitch, where's your memory? Can dogs say 'okay'?" She reacted quickly,
barking before she even rolled over on the ground.
Qiqi crawled on all fours with me back to the dark storage room. When I opened the iron cage door, she obediently
crawled inside and wrapped the blanket around herself. After going upstairs, I changed into sportswear and rubber boots, then brought
over on full blast to remove the smell from the room. I enthusiastically started washing the floor with a faucet; the room
was incredibly filthy. Perhaps because I'd spent a relatively long time in the storage room, even after I finished cleaning, sprayed
air freshener , and lit incense, the stench still lingered in my nostrils. Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. I
stood by the cage and asked Qiqi, "Bitch, look what you've done to this place! Isn't
it hard ?" She hid under the blanket, barking and nodding incessantly.
I unchained Qiqi and made her crawl naked after me. I was confident she
wouldn't have any thought of escaping or resisting. Her crawling posture was quite amusing: all fours on the ground,
her buttocks sticking up high, her legs bent, revealing the most inappropriate parts of a woman's body. When we reached the door of my upstairs
bedroom , she stopped, kneeling upright with her hands on the ground. When I turned around, she looked at the clean and comfortable...
She looked timidly at the room's furnishings, then at her own body, so dirty it was unrecognizable.
"What's wrong, Qiqi?" She barked twice, then shook her head. For a moment, I realized
she really was the little female dog I'd been feeding for so long; she was intelligent and quick to understand. I walked up to her and gently
patted her bottom: "Remember, you're your master's dog. Your master won't mind if you're dirty. Come with me." This
was the first time I'd spoken to her in such a gentle voice. Hearing my words, Qiqi crawled into the wooden-floored
room. This time, she used both her hands and knees. Once inside, she didn't know where to stop, watching me
walk back and forth changing clothes. After I sat down near the desk, she tentatively knelt slowly at my feet.
"Good girl, so good, Qiqi." Hearing her master's first praise, she seemed relieved, moving closer to my
feet and curling up there. At first glance, she looked like a lump of pork that had been transported a long way.
It was much warmer inside than outside, and I looked out the window at the dark green mountains in the distance. "Are you cold, Qiqi?"
she barked immediately, shaking her head. Her voice was no longer as dry as before; it was even somewhat melodious.
She hadn't fully recovered from the rapid changes of the day, and it was clear she was wholeheartedly adapting
. Her intelligence and sensitivity exceeded my expectations, which pleased me greatly.
I rested for a moment, then began bustling about inside and outside: heating the bathwater. Qiqi followed me aimlessly, looking
lost and confused . When I was soaking naked in the warm bathtub, resting with my eyes closed,
Qiqi obediently knelt on the hard floor tiles beside the tub. At that moment, my penis best revealed my feelings:
standing erect between my legs.
"Qiqi, do you want your master to give you a bath?" She seemed not to understand, looking at me with
surprise and a blank . When I asked her a second time, she nodded vigorously, barking softly.
I pulled a chair from the outer room and sat down beside her. As the first ladle of water was poured over her head, I saw her
eyes were already brimming with tears. She was so dirty; I had to wash her hair carefully four or five times.
Midway through the washing, she instinctively tried to wash her hair with her hands, but I sternly stopped her. I buried my face in her hair,
inhaling the strong scent of shampoo. I slowly washed her forehead, face, neck,
including her ears. Occasionally, she would open her clear, slightly narrow eyes, the fear in them
gradually fading. I had her lie down on the floor tiles and washed every inch of her skin. Bathing a woman like this
was something only wives had done in the past. This deep, slow, and focused experience of a young girl's firm, elastic skin
was a first for me. Qiqi let me wash her like a lamb. Before me, she had completely lost the will
to resist , utterly abandoning her dignity as a woman. When she turned over to lie face to face me, tears
welled up again, her eyes red-rimmed. When I used to bathe Qing like this, her vagina was always very soft and lubricated. But
when my fingers entered Qiqi's body, it was tight and dry. Prolonged fear and tension had numbed a
young girl's sexual desire.
The most difficult parts were her fingers and toes; I had to use a brush to remove every wrinkle and
the black residue under her first fingernail. After rinsing her several times, I easily lifted her into the bathtub. I had her
stick out of the tub and used a toothbrush to clean her mouth, tooth by tooth. I brought a bucket of hot water, poured it into the tub,
and soaked Qiqi's entire body. I also got into the tub, silently watching her, and washed myself again. She looked at me with the eyes
of , especially when my leg touched and pressed against her body; she seemed flustered,
unsure of what to do.
I put on my pajamas, took a cup of tea, and lay down on the large sofa. Qiqi was still soaking in the warm water in the bathroom,
without making a sound. Several months had passed since I captured Qiqi, and everything
was going , even better than I had imagined. Soothed by the tea and the wisps of smoke, I
felt extremely comfortable and relaxed. Now, I had many things to do, and I was going to fully enjoy
the life .
"Come out, Qiqi." With my call, Qiqi crawled out of the bathroom, soaking wet.
Her face was rosy and relatively calm; there were no more tear stains. When she looked up and saw me,
a hint . "Come to Master, Qiqi." I used a large bath towel to carefully dry
Qiqi, who was kneeling at my feet.
I stood up and looked down at my little bitch. In just half a day, the transformation she underwent
was truly astonishing, despite some faint marks on her body. Her beauty and fragility, her fair skin
and long, black hair, her clear, bright eyes, assaulted my senses. She gently twisted
her neck, trying to toss a strand of hair behind her head. Qiqi tilted her head back slightly, her gaze meeting mine
for about five or six seconds. This was the first time we'd ever had such a long eye contact. Her lips twitched, forcing
a slight smile. Then she lowered her head, tentatively crawling closer to me, barking
ingratiatingly . Before her master, whom she was forced to submit to, all traces of womanly shame had vanished.
Her image, her actions, brought waves of irresistible, gentle sensations, striking me and
stirring the black flame within me. She, a once free person, was slowly falling into depravity, forgetting
her dignity and self, gradually, even actively, beginning to assume the role of an animal. She had, vaguely and
unconsciously, learned to curry favor with her master—me.
"Good girl, Qiqi is so good." I knelt down, gently stroking her and her long hair. I
felt a deep sense of joy and accomplishment at every step she took. My penis was hot and hard; when I stood up,
a small mound rose beneath my pajamas. I took out a blue women's tracksuit I'd bought in Chengdu from the closet. Qiqi struggled to put it on
while lying the floor, and I tied my hair up in a simple ponytail.
It was already past two in the afternoon; I needed to cook for myself and Qiqi. While cooking, I locked
Qiqi back in the iron cage downstairs; I couldn't afford to be careless. The storage room was spotless; apart from
the dampness, there were hardly any other unpleasant odors. After the food was ready, I took Qiqi to the living room upstairs.
On the coffee table was a freshly cooked bowl of rice, scrambled eggs, and stewed beef. I turned on the TV, poured myself a glass
of Moutai , and my stomach was already growling. Qiqi was kneeling on the corner of the sofa, watching me
eat and drink with a pitiful expression. I noticed that her neck twitched slightly because of the drool.
"Are you hungry, Qiqi?" She nodded, staring at the food on the coffee table. "My Qiqi is hungry."
I said, picking up an empty bowl, filling it more than halfway with rice, beef, and eggs, and placing it
on the wooden floor next to my feet. "Eat up, Qiqi, remember how you should eat, don't waste any." My tone was gentle.
To reach the bowl on the floor, Qiqi bent over on her elbows, her bottom sticking up high, her sweatpants bulging
. She kept adjusting her posture, sometimes eating directly with her mouth, holding onto the rim of the bowl with both hands. Sometimes she lifted the bowl
slightly, reaching for the food with her mouth from the rim. Towards the end, she started using her hands to grab food and put it in her mouth. From her eating
, it was clear she was a very particular person. While eating, she constantly wiped
the rice grains , cleaned her hands with her mouth, and picked up any rice grains that fell on the floor. After finishing, she looked up at me
and barked, then pointed to the empty bowl. Her adaptability was incredible; in just a few hours, her
barking had become quite natural.
"You've finished eating, my good girl, Qiqi is so capable!" As I praised her,
a few soft barks escaped from her oily mouth. I cleared away the dishes and took Qiqi to the bathroom to wash her face and hands.
This kind of busyness was truly enjoyable for me.
Back in the living room, I lay on the sofa, placing my legs flat on the coffee table, gesturing for Qiqi to take off my socks.
Qiqi was so understanding, so pleasing to me: she used her teeth to remove my socks, revealing my
large bony feet. Then she looked at me with her beautiful, clear black and white eyes. I could feel my
will gradually taking over her soul.
"Good Qiqi, wash your master's toes, one by one, understand?" She nodded eagerly,
placing her hands on the coffee table, first holding her left foot, then taking her big toe into her mouth. "Slowly, slowly suck."
She nodded, her toe still in her mouth. Her mouth and tongue were soft and smooth. She carefully sucked on each toe,
like a baby nursing.
Music played from the TV, and I was enjoying the immense joy Qiqi brought me, entering a state of
blissful reverie . I thought, even the gods couldn't be more blissful than this.

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