[06-01] [Celebrating the New Year with my dog]

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On the morning of New Year's Day, I woke up during Jane's routine service. I reached out and stroked his soft hair under the covers. I'd always loved his blond hair, so he'd never cut it, and now it was long enough to reach his shoulders. Every morning, as he serviced me, his hair would gently brush against my lower abdomen, like a lover's tender caress. I sighed contentedly, grabbed his hair, and pulled him up onto me. He nestled against my chest like the most obedient dog, his head against my chin. I gazed at him tenderly, held him tightly, and asked, "Jane, do you know what day it is today?" "Hmm..." He remained on top of me, but adjusted his head so he could look me directly in the eye and begin to ponder my question. I showered his eyes and nose with soft kisses, preventing him from thinking. He giggled, ticklish. "I don't know, is today any special day, Master?" "Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, a day for bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new, a day for family reunions." I rolled over, pinning him beneath me, and recalled past New Year's Eves. "Back in China, every year on this day, my whole family would bathe in pomelo leaves, then wear beautiful new clothes, set off firecrackers, have a reunion dinner, drink, play mahjong, and stay up all night. Ah, it was so lively." "Do you miss home, Master?" He stiffened, looking at me nervously. "You won't abandon me and go home alone for New Year's Eve, will you, Master?" I was a little angry. He was always so insecure, never trusting me. No matter what promises I made, he was always afraid I would abandon him one day. I grabbed his chin, holding his face still, and said sternly, "When did I ever say I would abandon you? Do you think I'm so untrustworthy? It seems you don't take my words to heart at all? Hmm? Is that it, my little dog?" My sternness actually reassured him; his body relaxed, and he sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, Master. Little dog was wrong. Little dog shouldn't have doubted Master. Please punish me, Master, so that little dog clearly understands that Master's authority is not to be questioned. Please punish little dog severely, Master." "You deserve punishment! Because of your rudeness just now, I've decided to give you ten lashes, so you'll clearly understand..." "You are my dog, I have a responsibility to you, and I will never abandon you," I said sternly. "However..." I changed my tone and said, "Not today. Today is a good day, and I don't want to punish you. Let's postpone this punishment. If I forget, remember to remind me. You owe me ten lashes." "Yes, Master," he replied quickly. "The little dog will remember to remind Master." "However..." His eyes were full of expectation. "You said today is a good day, do you have some plans?" "I did have plans. I was planning to spend this holiday with you, but your behavior just now..." I deliberately paused to see his reaction. He was overjoyed. If he had a dog tail stuffed in his rear end, he would have wagged it desperately, begging me, "Please celebrate the holiday with me, Master. Please be kind, or your dog will cry itself to death, Master." I chuckled and pinched his nose. "I don't see any sign of you crying, you're just incredibly excited." He gave a shy smile. "So you agree, right, Master?" "Looks like I've really spoiled you!" I chuckled and released his slightly reddened nose, patting his bottom. "I agree, we'll celebrate New Year's Eve together today. Go prepare breakfast, do you want your kind master to starve?" He let out a cheer and dashed out of the bedroom like a whirlwind, returning just as quickly with my breakfast. After placing my breakfast in front of me, he knelt by the bed, hands in front of his knees, quietly waiting for my call. But his two expressive blue eyes betrayed him; they were brimming with excitement, his heart unable to calm down for a moment. I sighed and ordered him to prepare the bathwater. Having him around like this made it impossible for me to slowly savor my breakfast. Besides, after a moment's hesitation, I decided not to tell him I planned to bathe with him. I didn't want to finish my breakfast only to find my little dog had bled to death in the bathroom from over-excitement. When I entered the bathroom with a bouquet of pink roses, the capable little dog had already arranged everything: perfectly warm water, clean and refreshing underwear, a towel warmed on the heater, my favorite shower gel and shampoo, fragrant after-bath green tea, and a gentle, adorable puppy. I smiled contentedly and praised him, "You always do a great job, little dog, I'm very satisfied." He proudly puffed out his chest, "Thank you for the praise, Master. I'm proud to be a dog that pleases you, Master." He knelt down to greet me, helped me remove my robe and underwear, and then crawled back to the edge of the tub, ready to bathe me. I sat down in the bathtub, plucked some rose petals, and scattered them into the spacious, round tub. "There are no grapefruit leaves at home, so I'll use roses instead. Little dog, take off your clothes." "Yes, Master." Without any questions, Jane quickly took off his t-shirt and trousers. Of course, he wasn't wearing underwear under his trousers; his explanation was that it was for my convenience. We had discussed this many times before. He had listened to my persuasion and reluctantly agreed to wear clothes and trousers at home, but on the issue of underwear, he stubbornly insisted on being whipped by me, so I had no choice but to let him be. After taking off his clothes, he resumed the standard kneeling posture of a little dog: his calves and thighs at a 90-degree angle, his arms parallel to his thighs, and his back parallel to the ground—a kneeling position he called the "dog stand." "Little dog is ready for your use, Master," he replied, looking directly at the ground. I laughed and took his hand, pulling him into the bathtub and settling him between my legs, his back against my chest. I teased him, "I just wanted us to bathe together, no need to be so formal. Where did my naughty little dog go? Hmm? Did you hide him?" He turned to look at me in surprise, "We're bathing together, Master?" "What? Don't you like it?" I tilted my head, winking playfully at him, "I'm so sad." He blushed and lowered his head, his long eyelashes casting trembling shadows on his face. "No, I like it very much, Master. I just didn't expect you to be so good to me..." He choked up as he spoke. I was terrified of him crying, and immediately panicked, pulling him into my arms to comfort him, "Don't cry. If you're like this, people will think I, your bad master, am bullying my cute little dog. Don't cry anymore. If you like it, we'll..." "I'll wash you every day, more than ten times a day!" He laughed through his tears, "Washing you more than ten times a day, won't you break your skin? You're really joking, Master." "I'm just afraid you'll cry." I breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as you don't cry, what's a few more baths?" "But..." I glanced at the water, my wicked nature acting up again, "The eyes up there aren't crying, but the down there..." I suddenly grabbed his penis, which had been aroused since breakfast, and vigorously rubbed it, "Why does it look like it wants to cry? Hmm? Little dog, tell me, why does it want to cry? Am I not good to it?" He exclaimed, collapsing onto me like soft mud, closing his eyes, and pleading with me in a trembling voice, "You're very good to it, Master. Please, Master." "Please what? How am I supposed to understand if you don't tell me?" I mischievously pinched his tip, while playing with the two pink flowers on his chest with my other hand. "Please let me out, Master." He bit his lower lip in agony, breathing heavily, tears welling in his eyes. "Please, I want to come out, please, Master?" I sighed. I couldn't stand it. Why was this little dog so prone to crying? Every time I teased him, it ended with his tears and my heartache. Before I met him, I was always heterosexual and liked voluptuous girls. After meeting him, I was extremely disgusted by his thick body hair and his large male characteristics. Later, he sensitively sensed my disgust, shaved off all his body hair, and endured excruciating pain to tightly bind his genitals between his legs with cloth and leather. When he squeezed his legs together, there was absolutely no trace of his male characteristics! As he sweated profusely from the pain, yet still tried to give me a fawning smile, I could no longer hold back my tears. That day was the first time I had ever touched a man's genitals with my own hands. I gently kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, suppressing my disgust, and comforted him with my hands as much as I could. From that day on, my disgust lessened, but I still couldn't bring myself to perform oral sex on Jane. I think I might be turning gay soon. Honestly, I hope this transition happens quickly, so that my guilt towards Jane can be alleviated. He breathed softly under my touch, the pink rose petals against his fair skin looking incredibly beautiful. I kissed his blue eyes, which I loved, because I knew they would only ever reflect me. Jealous of his straight nose, I bit my teeth into it, leaving my mark. I adored his full, red lips; I could never get enough of them. The flower on his chest, always swollen and red from his wicked owner, looked pitiful. And the bud between his mounds, forever waiting to...He opened himself up to me. My teasing made him gasp for breath, and he spread his long legs wider, eager for more of my ravaging. "Ah, please, Master. Don't tease me anymore, Master," he groaned, swaying his hips. "Please enter me quickly, anything is fine, whatever you give me, I will gladly accept. Please, Master." He had been trained to only climax through stimulation from behind. At first, I didn't believe it. I tried to make him climax through stimulation only from the front, but I ended up sweating profusely, and he was in excruciating pain, yet he just couldn't ejaculate. When I resignedly inserted my penis into him, before I even began to thrust, that thing I thought was useless immediately and vigorously ejaculated all over me! It left me feeling utterly defeated. I knew he loved it when I conquered him, suppressed him, used him, and trampled on him. The more brutal and cruel I was to him, the happier and more satisfied he was. Although I didn't understand or agree with this kind of sex, I wanted my loved one to be happy, so I tried my best to adapt to his sexual fantasies. Since he wanted me to be a strong and rough master, I had no choice but to try to conform to that image. I patted his buttocks and sternly commanded him, "Lift up your buttocks, now master is going to use his little dog." He blushed and almost happily obeyed my command, using his weak hands to prop himself up, and considerately adjusted his position slightly, suspending his clitoris above my erect penis, waiting for my next command. I restrained my own desire and continued to slowly tease his desire with my hands, "Do you want my penis to tear your ass apart? Do you want me to fuck you hard?" "Yes, master. Please fuck me hard, please tear your little dog apart, master." He answered me shyly, his weak body already swaying. Such a lewd body, yet his personality was still as shy as a virgin, this contradictory combination made my desire surge. I couldn't hold back any longer. I pressed my hands, still gripping his penis, downwards forcefully, and with a sudden thrust, my entire penis plunged deep into his body. He cried out in pain, tilting his head back and gasping for breath. I could guess that his undilated anus, even with the lubrication of the bathwater, was excruciatingly painful. Yet his penis was already leaking heavily with excitement, about to reach its peak. How could this be? I didn't want to repeat the same mistake; he'd finished before I even began. I gripped his weeping member tightly, using my fingers to block its exit. He whimpered in protest, but caught in the whirlpool of desire, I couldn't care less. I thrust in and out vigorously. He relaxed his burning anus, letting me pound into him, emitting alluring moans in rhythm with my movements, like the best aphrodisiac, making me want more and more. The pool water rippled with our movements, making the flower petals dance in the breeze. I felt as if I were carrying him through the air, until I ejaculated inside him, then slowly descended back into the warm water. Feeling my semen slowly seep out from where we were joined, I released him, letting him scream as he ejaculated in my hand, letting him rest limply against my chest, his beautiful eyes slightly open as he looked at me with adoration. I was surprised that my former self had considered this loving act perverted and dirty. Now, I was addicted, unable to resist. I drove home, speeding towards it. Home—that word, so rich in meaning, warmed my heart just thinking about it. When did that dreamlike manor become my home? Was it the day my puppy led me from the dark subway to the manor? Or the day my puppy cried out his love to me? Or the day I was shocked to discover I had fallen in love with my puppy? But it doesn't matter, does it? The important thing is that my beloved and I live together in our comfortable home, leading a happy and fulfilling life. This is my lifelong pursuit and goal. I glanced at the beautifully wrapped pile of gifts on the passenger seat. I had ordered them a few days ago, scheduled to pick them up today, and I had carefully designed them for a long time. I secretly smiled and guessed that Jane would cheer when he saw these gifts. Just seeing his lively expression would make any sacrifice worthwhile. I wondered what gift Jane would give me? I happily imagined it, the setting sun casting a long shadow of my car on the highway. I opened the door, and a dark figure pounced on me, scattering the gifts I was holding onto the floor. "Here we go again!" I helplessly carried Jane's entire weight. You know how difficult it is for me to lift him up, given his height and weight. But I absolutely refused to admit it was because he was taller than me; it was a matter of a master's pride. "Your cute little dog welcomes you home, master," Jane said with another affectionate kiss, leaving my face covered in drool. Helpless, I scolded him again, though I knew it wouldn't do much good: "Little dog, you're scaring people by lunging at me like that." He showed no remorse, winking mischievously at me: "I'm sorry, Master. But I know no one but you will enter this door, so no one but you will receive such a warm welcome from me. Of course, you wouldn't be scared by your own weak, pitiful little dog, right, Master?" I was both amused and annoyed. "I didn't know my little dog was weak and pitiful! I have a big wolfhound, a third-degree black belt, trained as a special forces soldier, best at chasing away those bad wolves." "But I'm the most loyal dog to you," he protested pitifully. "I will obey all your commands, no matter how much you abuse or torture me, I can't resist, I can only hope for your mercy. So, in your presence, aren't I both weak and pitiful?" "Hey, why do you make it sound like I'm a bad master who bullies little dogs?" I felt even more wronged than him. Had I ever bullied him? "Okay, even if I did bully him, it was because he forced me to." I thought I was different from your previous jerk of a master. Tell me, have I ever bullied you? Have I ever abused or tormented you? I deliberately put on a fierce look and pressed him through gritted teeth. "No, Master." He blushed and nestled his head against me. "You treat me very well, Master. I never thought my master would be so gentle. You are completely different from my previous masters! You are my dream, and I am so lucky to be your little dog." This time it was my turn to blush. Hearing his passionate confession, I, who had never been in love before, was a little at a loss. The shy nature of Easterners also made it impossible for me to respond to his confession. I could only laugh awkwardly, hoping that he would understand my feelings. I was starting to feel the strain. Although I'd worked hard to build up my muscular physique since meeting him, and was optimistic that my muscles were developing, preventing me from falling to the ground in a sorry state like when Jane first "warmly" welcomed me, his physique was simply too much for me to handle. I couldn't support his weight for long. I pulled the clingy little dog off me, only to find him standing naked in front of me again. I raised an eyebrow, looking at him disapprovingly. The shameless dog argued, "After the bath, Master didn't order me to put on clothes. I didn't dare guess what Master was thinking, so I didn't wear any. Besides, it's convenient for Master to use me anytime, Master." "Oh? Then shouldn't I praise the obedient dog?" I said sarcastically, crossing my arms. He playfully stuck out his tongue: "No, Master. As long as Master isn't angry, the little dog is happy. You're not angry, are you, Master?" "Hmph, you're smart enough. I'm not angry anymore. However, as punishment for your disobedience, I'm going to give you five lashes. So, adding the ten lashes this morning, how many lashes are there in total, little dog?" I deliberately acted very strict. "Fifteen lashes, Master." His breathing became a little rapid. Of course, I knew that didn't mean fear; it was probably more anticipation and excitement. "When Master forgets, the little dog will remember to remind you. These punishments are what a disobedient little dog deserves, Master." I shook my head with a headache. I was afraid that for the next few days, this little dog who loved to be punished would keep chasing after me for his "punishments," like a child chasing after his candy. "Alright, now, let me see the New Year's gift the little dog prepared for me." I took out a handkerchief embroidered with Jane and my initials in gold thread. This was a gift that Jane embroidered for me by hand, as a testament to our master-slave relationship. I wiped the drool off my face and commanded, "Move everything on this floor to the coffee table in the living room, and bring the gift you're giving me too. We're going to open it there." I leaned lazily against the opulent sofa in the living room, watching the completely naked Jane run around carrying the gift, his long, beautiful legs swaying as he ran. His penis slapped against his thigh as he went, which looked rather amusing. The living room was decorated in the style of a 16th-century Austrian court, luxurious and elegant everywhere—Jane's taste. Sometimes I wondered if Jane was a descendant of some nobleman? How come no matter what he did, even naked like now…She moved about with an air of elegance and composure, without a trace of unease. I, on the other hand, even after becoming Jane's mistress and being presented as noble and proper inside and out, couldn't shake my innate petty-bourgeois nature. I prefer simple, comfortable rooms; minimalist decor and simple colors are enough to please me. Jane, wanting to make me happy, originally planned to renovate the entire villa, but I found it too much trouble and thought it looked quite nice as it was. So I only renovated my frequently used study, leaving the rest as it was. Therefore, walking through the villa, I often felt a sense of time travel, as if I were in a palace hundreds of years ago. Closing my eyes, I could almost see servants with impeccably white wigs bustling about, and fragrant ladies in flowing dresses, their breasts partially exposed. "Are you asleep, mistress?" Jane's soft voice called in my ear. I opened my eyes and saw the little dog kneeling on the carpet in front of me, smiling kindly. "No, how is it? Have you brought all the gifts?" "Yes, as you commanded, I've brought them all, Master." "Good, let me see your gift first." I leaned forward and gave the hardworking dog an encouraging kiss. Encouraged, the little dog happily presented me with the gift he had prepared. It was an oil painting, about three feet in size. It depicted the living room we were in, and the main figure was an emperor dressed in magnificent royal attire, wearing a crown inlaid with jewels, a jacket embroidered with gold thread, a row of gold buttons on the chest, black tight-fitting riding breeches with two yellow stripes on the outside, and shiny black high-heeled shoes. The handsome emperor held his longsword in one hand, sitting upright on the sofa, his resolute eyes looking straight ahead, his youthful body full of strength and courage. I think everyone who sees the painting will not doubt that this emperor is me. I grinned from ear to ear, completely unaware that I was so handsome and stylish. Beside the emperor, the little dog kneeling on the ground was clearly Jane. Golden hair, bright blue eyes, a long, fluffy tail, and a pair of upright, triangular ears. He gazed up at his emperor with admiring and longing eyes. In the painting, his figure was shrunk, making him even more adorable. I knew that, like me, his size was a perpetual source of insecurity. The difference was that I felt I wasn't tall enough, while he resented not being petite enough. He was very bothered by his height being greater than mine—I admit I was too—so when I sat, he preferred to lie down, and when I stood, he always knelt. I chuckled inwardly; it was the perfect excuse. It seemed my gift today hadn't been in vain. While the little dog underwent rigorous training, I, his irresponsible owner, would often sneak into his studio to admire his new works. The shy little dog would often hide his paintings, not wanting me to see them, but I always managed to find them all. I found this painting in a box a few days ago; it was only partially finished. Although I don't have much artistic talent, I was captivated by its beauty the moment I saw it. Knowing Jane as I do, I guessed he would give it to me today. First, Jane always gives me gifts he makes himself. Second, time is short today; he certainly didn't have time to prepare other gifts, and this painting, by all accounts, is a very presentable one. "I spent a long time painting this. What do you think? Do you like it, Master?" Jane waited for my evaluation with a hint of nervousness. "Very good, absolutely wonderful! I love it, thank you, Jane." I hugged Jane and kissed him deeply, thanking him for everything he had done for me. "Now, open the gift I gave you." I released him, encouraging him to open the gift, "Open the green boxes first." He blushed, waking from the deep kiss, and obediently opened the green boxes. I wasn't surprised to hear him shout excitedly. "I can't believe it, Master!" He excitedly threw himself at me, clutching the gifts. "How did you know, Master?" "I knew you'd be happy." I smiled, avoiding his question. I didn't want him to know what I'd been doing behind his back these past few days—it had been exhausting. "Could you put these on me, Master?" He asked expectantly, holding up the clothes—the same as the emperor's in the painting—towards me. "They'll fit perfectly, look incredibly handsome!" Of course they fit perfectly; I'd had them custom-made by what was supposedly a royal tailor. "Of course." As soon as I agreed, he pounced on me like a hungry wolf, stripping me naked and putting on a jeweled crown, a gold-threaded top, black riding breeches, and high-heeled shoes. Unfortunately, the sword in the painting would take a long time to make, so I bought a beautiful antique sword instead. I couldn't help but laugh, letting him frantically work on me, so excited he couldn't even button the clothes properly. Finally dressed, he stepped back, admiring my attire, his eyes misty. "This is my dream! My esteemed Emperor is now sitting before me!" "Whatever your dream, I will help you achieve it. Remember? This is my promise. How is it? Do you like it?" I opened my arms and winked at him. "Oh, no! Not just like, I love you! I love you to death, Master!" He almost groaned as he threw himself into my arms, so happy he wanted to cry. Sigh, I didn't give him a gift to make him cry. I hugged him, affectionately ruffling his hair: "Go open the rest of the gifts." "Yes, Master." He answered with a thick nasal tone, trying hard to hold back his tears, and turned to open the other gifts. This time, he silently opened box after box, without any cheers or screams. This surprised me. What, didn't he like it? I had put a lot of thought into it, and even shamelessly ordered it custom-made; the looks from the shop assistants almost made me want to disappear. If he didn't like it, wouldn't I have sacrificed my pride for nothing? As he silently unwrapped each gift, my mood sank lower and lower. After the last gift was opened, he didn't turn around for a long time, and my spirits plummeted. "I didn't know, you don't like it..." I was frustrated because my carefully prepared gift wasn't appreciated. "No... I like it very much... Master..." Jane's voice was suspiciously weak. I suspiciously pulled him face-to-face, seeing his head lowered and his ears pink. I forcefully lifted his chin, making sure his expression was completely visible. To my surprise, he was flushed, his eyes darting around, avoiding my gaze. I glanced down suspiciously and immediately saw his honest answer, which instantly cheered me up. I smiled mischievously, flicking his erect penis with my finger; his hard shaft swayed back and forth, eliciting a seductive groan from him. "So you really like the gifts I gave you. You can't even stand looking at them, how much fun would it be to wear them?" Now, not only his face and ears, but even his neck were red, and he weakly replied, "Yes, Master. I like them very much. Please allow me to wear them, Master. Is that alright?" "No, no, no. I can allow you to wear these gifts, but I will make them myself." I shook my finger at him, "I'm afraid you'll get too excited and hurt yourself. Besides," I said with a smile, "dressing up a puppy is a master's pleasure." First, I commanded him to enter a completely obedient puppy state, and had him present me with the first gift through his mouth. It was an adjustable red dog collar, trimmed with yellow fur, with a bone-shaped name tag hanging in the center, engraved with the dog's name—"Jane." I put it on him, adjusted the length, so that the collar fit snugly around Jane's neck, not easily moving, but not obstructing his breathing. I fastened the leather leash to his collar, then pulled upwards to test the feel and strength. His body twitched slightly with my pull, but he quickly returned to his original position—dog-standing. Satisfied, I patted his head and moved on to the next gift. It was a very fitted silk Tang suit, a festive red, printed with clusters of floral patterns, reaching only to his waist. To avoid obscuring his beautiful buds, I had the shop assistant cut two large holes in the chest. Next were two pure gold nipple rings with small bells and two gold penis rings with "福" (fortune) pendants. There was also supposed to be a flower-shaped penis needle, but fearing it might damage his urethra, I decided against using it after much consideration. I commanded Jane to assume the doggy-style position, which he immediately complied with. He lay on his back, limbs tucked in front of his body, legs spread. His previous owner had pierced his nipples and penis, which made me very unhappy. If Jane had to be pierced, I wish it was me. So I roughly pulled on his nipples and inserted the nipple rings. He whimpered, begging for my mercy, his body trembling with a mixture of pain and excitement. I ignored him and continued my decorative work. First, I slipped a larger penile ring onto the base of his penis; this ring would keep his penis erect for a long time and prevent it from easily becoming soft. This was a bit difficult because his penis was already quite large, so I had to gently fan it from side to side with my hand to make it smaller. Then, supporting the tip with my left hand, I carefully aligned the smaller gold ring with the hole on the circumcised glans with my right hand and quickly...I passed through him. I was already quite skilled, so I didn't hurt him. His penis happily thanked me for my work, releasing a warm fluid that covered my left hand. I placed my hand, now covered in his fluid, in front of him, and he immediately licked it clean, as if to make amends for his mistake. I played with his tongue and fingers for a while, then signaled him to move on to the next stage. By this time, his body was limp with desire, and I helped him roll over into a doggy-style position. He lay weakly on the ground, panting heavily, trying to raise his buttocks as high as possible for my use. I checked my little dog; after such intense use that morning, his anus was very red and swollen, but thankfully, there was no bleeding. Jane's well-developed body had prevented him from suffering serious injury. But it seemed that at least today, there couldn't be any more intense use here. I suppressed my urge to immediately enter his swollen entrance and patiently waited for it to recover. I picked up the last gift, and Jane shook his buttocks frantically, his swollen flower contracting and expanding, yearning for its arrival. I knew this was Jane's favorite thing—a long, golden-furred dog tail with a huge yellow anal plug attached, and he couldn't resist the urge to fill his empty space with it. I patted his buttocks, telling him to control his impulse and stay still. That's why I didn't let him dress up himself; he would definitely shove it all the way in without considering the consequences, and given the size of the anal plug, the result would definitely be bloodshed. He has a tendency to tear himself apart and destroy himself, which worries me constantly. I carefully lubricated his anus, using my fingers to expand it as much as possible until it could accommodate my palm. But that wasn't enough. The anal plug on this dog tail that I had customized was the same size as my palm at its thinnest part and the same size as my clenched fist at its thickest part. I aligned the tip of the anal plug with the entrance and gently pushed it in, while also being ready to suppress his movements at any moment. Jane lifted his head back, arching his back into a beautiful curve, and let out a long moan. It went smoothly at first, but then it got stuck halfway in. I had to pull the anal plug out and forcefully push it back in. I tried many times, and at best, it only went in about two-thirds of the way. I was sweating profusely with anxiety, while Jane was already at his limit. He shook his head and pleaded loudly, "Please, Master. Put it in quickly, enter me, tear me apart! Just do it, it's okay, I can take it, please, Master." He kept lifting his hips, trying to swallow the beautiful dog tail he had been longing for as soon as possible. I tried my best to hold him down, applying more lubricant to his intestines and the anal plug. With a determined effort, I pushed the anal plug all the way into his anus with a "!". He let out an excited scream. He felt the huge anal plug, thick and long, filling his intestines completely. He shed tears of pleasure, and his penis throbbed violently, but the penile ring prevented him from ejaculating. He now felt completely controlled, manipulated, and used by me. He fully understood who his master was, who enslaved him, who he should obey, and to whom he belonged. He excitedly prostrated himself at my feet, gratefully licking my shoes, and happily wagging his tail, feeling it brush against my thigh. He knew he was a little dog, licking the shoes of his perfect master—his life's pursuit. How happy and joyful he was! But his master was not in a good mood, because he saw the blood slowly flowing down the little dog's thigh. Damn it! He had hurt him again. I stroked the puppy's back, my heart heavy with apology. "Jane, I'm sorry, you're bleeding. I hurt you again." "It's alright, Master!" Jane looked up at me with loving, moist eyes. "You can be rougher, my Master. You're so kind. You don't need to blame yourself. You've brought me more joy than ever before. You're the perfect master. Being your dog is the greatest fortune of my life. I love you, Master." "Really?" His words cheered me up. I kissed him tenderly. "But it hurts, doesn't it?" "It really does. I like it. You know, Master, I always like the pain you give me. Master. Let me hurt more, let me cry beneath you. That's all I ask for." "Alright." I gently kissed his face again. "I'll try my best to be a master who pleases you." "Now, let's take a walk." I pulled on the leash, and he obediently followed my lead, crawling along the floor as we walked down the long corridor, dripping with desire, soaking the thick carpet and the smooth floor. We entered the hall and stopped in front of a huge mirror. In the mirror, we looked like figures in a painting, the emperor and his pet. Jane gazed at the mirror with fascination: "Is this really me? I look like a real little dog, lying at the feet of his noble master. It's like a dream." "What do you mean 'like'? You are a real little dog," I replied earnestly. "I told you, I would make all your dreams come true!" "Oh, Master!" He cried, sobbing, and frantically pulled down my trousers, sucking hard on my penis. We entwined, reaching climax after climax. The old standing clock struck twelve; it was now midnight on the first day of the new year. At this moment, we were so harmonious, master and his little dog, expressing their love and dreaming of the future together. "Happy New Year, my little dog." "Happy New Year, my master.""Yes, you don't need to blame yourself. You've brought the puppy unprecedented joy. You are the perfect owner, and being your dog is the greatest fortune of my life. I love you, Master." "Really?" His words cheered me up, and I kissed him tenderly. "But it hurts, doesn't it?" "It really does. I like it. You know, Master, I always enjoy the pain you give me. Master. Let me feel more pain, let me cry beneath you. This is the puppy's only request." "Alright." I gently kissed his face again. "I will try my best to be a master who pleases you." "Now, let's take a walk." I pulled on the leash, and he obediently followed my guidance, crawling on the ground to follow me through the long corridor, dripping with desire, wetting the thick carpet and smooth floor. We arrived at the hall and stopped in front of a huge mirror. In the mirror, we looked like in a painting, the emperor and his pet. Jane looked at the mirror with fascination: "Is this really me? I'm like a real puppy, lying at the feet of his noble master. It's like a dream." “What do you mean by ‘like’? You are a real little dog.” I answered him earnestly. “I said I would help you realize all your dreams!” “Oh, Master!” He cried, sobbing, as he threw himself into my arms, frantically pulling down my trousers and sucking hard on my penis. We were entangled together, reaching climax after climax. The old-fashioned standing clock struck twelve; it was now midnight on the first day of the new year. At this moment, we were so harmonious, master and his little dog, expressing their love for each other and dreaming of the future together. “Happy New Year, my little dog.” “Happy New Year, my master.”"Yes, you don't need to blame yourself. You've brought the puppy unprecedented joy. You are the perfect owner, and being your dog is the greatest fortune of my life. I love you, Master." "Really?" His words cheered me up, and I kissed him tenderly. "But it hurts, doesn't it?" "It really does. I like it. You know, Master, I always enjoy the pain you give me. Master. Let me feel more pain, let me cry beneath you. This is the puppy's only request." "Alright." I gently kissed his face again. "I will try my best to be a master who pleases you." "Now, let's take a walk." I pulled on the leash, and he obediently followed my guidance, crawling on the ground to follow me through the long corridor, dripping with desire, wetting the thick carpet and smooth floor. We arrived at the hall and stopped in front of a huge mirror. In the mirror, we looked like in a painting, the emperor and his pet. Jane looked at the mirror with fascination: "Is this really me? I'm like a real puppy, lying at the feet of his noble master. It's like a dream." “What do you mean by ‘like’? You are a real little dog.” I answered him earnestly. “I said I would help you realize all your dreams!” “Oh, Master!” He cried, sobbing, as he threw himself into my arms, frantically pulling down my trousers and sucking hard on my penis. We were entangled together, reaching climax after climax. The old-fashioned standing clock struck twelve; it was now midnight on the first day of the new year. At this moment, we were so harmonious, master and his little dog, expressing their love for each other and dreaming of the future together. “Happy New Year, my little dog.” “Happy New Year, my master.”

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