Humiliation and discipline experience

Everyone has two sides to some extent, and everyone has some secrets they don't want to tell.

I was a very obedient child in the eyes of all my relatives since I was little. I was well-behaved and sensible, and my studies were passable
, except that I was a bit introverted and didn't like to talk. But I was hopelessly addicted to SM. Sometimes I
would calmly reflect on my problems, but I could never forget my deep love for SM.

I remember when I was very young, for some reason, I would put my mother's worn-out stockings in my mouth. At the
time, I didn't think too much about it; I just thought it felt great.

Until middle school, I learned to masturbate. At first, it was just watching normal AVs online, but later
I found it increasingly boring, and finally I realized that I liked videos with stockings (at that time, I didn't know what SM was
, let alone femto).

In high school, I learned what SM was. It turned out that foot fetish and foot licking were just the most basic things; there were many
other things. Out of love and curiosity, I learned about them all. Back then, I basically
spent my days searching online for videos of female S/M abusing male M. I was extremely averse to pure trampling videos; they seemed so boring
. Maybe I have a hardcore taste, but I really liked videos with "holy water" or "golden water," fantasizing about being
a slave at the feet of a queen. I remember being so naive back then, thinking "holy water" wasn't urine or feces, and even asking queens
what "holy water" was. Of course, their unanimous answer was always "poop and pee," which seems a bit ridiculous now.
Everyone knows these kinds of videos are very rare, so sometimes when I had money, I would go to forums and online communities to buy them.

We lived in a small second-tier city, and I joined many SM groups, hoping to find a master. Later,
I realized how difficult it was. There are few queens in small cities, and some are scammers, most of them
charging fees. I simply didn't have that much money to find a queen. I remember there were two or three I got along with, but
they all thought I was too young, still a minor, and wouldn't dare to mess with the flowers of the motherland. I told them that this kind of thing needs to
be taught from childhood, but they still refused me.

Finding a master is a very difficult process. Some masters are willing to take you as their slave, but they live in different cities
, thousands of miles apart. So, I can only satisfy my base desires through online BDSM.

I joined many SM groups and found that directly asking for a master upon joining a group is basically a no-go. Of
course, unless you have money and can send the queen a "tribute" red envelope, no one will pay attention to you. You can't be too impatient;
you have to integrate into their circle first and chat happily before privately messaging the queen.

After a few days of chatting, I finally made the queens aware of me. I found the right opportunity and privately messaged a queen
, expressing my thoughts. Because we had a good chat in the group, the queen agreed to online BDSM.

That was my first time being online BDSM; I had only watched videos before and had never actually done it. Suddenly, the video window popped up
, and I panicked, not knowing what to do. I was a little scared, wondering if the other person would post my video
online, but I was also a little excited. Wasn't this what I wanted? So I clicked to answer.

I thought I would be able to see the Queen's face, but I found that only the video on the other side was black. As soon as I turned it on, I heard a slightly
deep female voice.

"Fuck your mother, you damn slut, are you eating shit? Making your master wait so long?" Hearing the humiliating
voice, my little brother immediately hardened. "Master, this is my first time being disciplined, I'm a little scared." I knew the queen on the other side was watching me, and I was at a loss, constantly touching my head. "Hmph, seeing you chatting so happily
in the group, I thought you were a seasoned pro." 　　"No, no." 　　"You look so young, are you not yet an adult?" 　　"Ah, um, soon, soon, just over a year until I'm 18." I awkwardly touched my head again. "Do you know the rules, you slut? I don't like newbies, but you're quite cute, I can teach you, but the rules still apply." 　　"Yes, yes, yes, Queen, don't underestimate me just because I'm young. I've known about it since middle school, and I've seen a lot of SM videos , I know everything." 　　"Then what are you pretending to be wearing in that dog skin?" 　　"I'll take it off, I'll take it off now." That's what I said, but in a "pitch black"... I was still worried about being naked in front of a stranger, afraid they might upload my video online. I was really scared. 　　I paused for several seconds, thinking, when I finally pulled down my pants, but the other person hung up . 　　I didn't know what to do. Should I call back? What if they were a scammer? Ultimately, my desire won out. I drew the curtains, quickly pulled down my pants and underwear, and turned the video back on . 　　"If you don't want to play, get out. I haven't even trained my slaves, I don't want to waste my time on a stinking dog like you." 　　"Yes, Your Majesty is right. I was wrong just now, it was my first time, I was very shy, please forgive me, Your Majesty. I'm naked now." I could feel my face burning hot. 　　"Kneel down, waiting for your master to teach you, is that it?" 　　I knelt down, keeping my head down the whole time, not daring to look at the camera, as it was my first time kneeling before someone. 　　"Lift your ass up high, bend your body down," 　　I did as she said, not daring to say a word. "Put your dog head towards the screen, stick your tongue out. 　　" "Master, I..." 　　"What 'I'? If you're not going to play, I'm hanging up." 　　I slowly moved the camera towards my face, sticking out my tongue as the queen commanded. 　　"Hmm, good boy," the queen continued. "Look at your little chrysanthemum." I shyly moved the phone to my chrysanthemum area. 　　"Wow, so pink and tender, virginity is good, I really want to fuck you, you slut, hahaha." 　　I was completely humiliated, my whole body was hot, and my face became even redder. "Hmm hmm hmm," I didn't know how to answer, so I just kept nodding. "Hmm my ass, you should thank the master, the master is a human, you are an animal, fucking you, you animal, isn't that a reward for you?" 　　The queen was gradually eroding my dignity, humiliating me. I really liked this feeling of being insulted , my lower body was constantly aroused, being humiliated by the queen, like a dog without any dignity.

"Thank you, Master, for fucking me. Please fuck me hard, Master." I got excited too, and continued following the Queen's instructions.
"Are you alone at home?" the Queen suddenly asked. "Yes, my parents went to work, so I'm
home alone."

"What are you?"

"Ah, I'm... I'm a lowly dog." I said slowly and softly, because
it was really hard to say it out loud. "Louder, don't stutter."

"I'm a lowly dog." I said it a little louder. "Hmm, why are you a lowly dog?"

"...Because I want to kneel at Master's feet and be trained by Master." I thought for a moment and said this. "Oh, have you ever licked
feet?"

"No."

"Place your phone against the wall so I can see you, and start licking your own feet." I

did as she said, sitting on the ground and using my hands to pry my feet to my mouth. I hesitated for a moment and stuck out my tongue.
"Does it taste good?"

"No, it's salty."

"Hahaha, you didn't wash your feet, did you? They must be salty. The training is quite different from what you imagined,
isn't it? It's not that enjoyable, is it?

" "Um..." I awkwardly lowered my head and softly hummed in agreement. "Does your filthy cock want to cum? Hold the phone closer so
I can see."

"Little brother, your foreskin is a bit long. Go get it cut sometime."

My foreskin was indeed long; when I was erect, the glans couldn't be exposed, so I had to forcefully pull it out with my hand.

"Let me see your glans."

"Hmm, the glans is so red, it's quite cute."

"Um..." I could only shyly hum softly. "Want to cum? Beg me, beg your grandma."

Having long wanted to release, I finally heard those words. I kowtowed and said, "Please, grandma,
let me cum, okay? I'm willing to be trampled under your feet and played with by you for the rest of my life."

"Look at your pitiful, filthy appearance, I'll allow you to masturbate yourself."

After getting permission, I was extremely excited and cummed a little while later.

"You're too fast! How will you satisfy your wife later? I think you should let someone else have sex with her,
you cuckold, hahaha!"

I listened to the queen's most degrading humiliations. I was still excited after ejaculating; this kind of mental humiliation was
like a drug, enticing me. "What the queen said is..."

"Alright, alright, now kowtow three times, and I'll hang up."

I did as she said and was about to say something when she hung up the video call. I sat on the floor for a while, wiping
my semen off with tissue paper.

Later, when I hoped the queen would do me a session online, she always used "busy" or "no time" to brush me off,
and eventually, there was no more contact.

So, I really wanted to find a queen to discipline me in real life, so I actively searched for queens in various groups
.

Finally, I found a queen in the same city. She asked me to send photos, inquired about my situation, and then said
to go to a hotel near her the next morning and wait for her. Everything happened so fast that I couldn't adapt.
I thought she might be a scammer or something, but in the end, I went anyway.

It was the weekend, and I took the bus early in the morning to a nearby place and booked a room. I
messaged the "queen" (the woman) saying I'd arrived, and she told me to take off my clothes and kneel in front of the door to wait for her. It was my first time experiencing this
, and I was a little flustered.

I didn't take off my clothes and knelt at the door. I remember waiting for a long time, but the "queen" didn't come. I immediately thought she
was a scammer, thinking, "Sigh, I've been scammed again." I lay on the bed playing on my phone, watching SM videos
.

After what seemed like forever, there was a loud banging on the door. I panicked a little, thinking, "Is the queen
really here?

" "Who is it?" I called out, but the banging continued. I opened the door, and there stood
a slightly overweight woman, probably around 26 or 27 years old, wearing wedge
sandals, carrying a bag, wearing a skirt, with short hair and large double-eyelid eyes.

"If you won't let me in, then I'll leave?" the girl said jokingly. "Oh, come in, come in, come in quickly."
I had been blocking the doorway, observing her, and awkwardly stepped aside. As soon as she came in, she sat on the bed and looked at me. I didn't dare
to look at her and stood to the side with my head down. "Hmm, this place is well chosen, what a coincidence."

"Hmm..." I nodded. I was puzzled about what the coincidence was, but I didn't ask. "I told you to take off all your clothes
and kneel down, didn't you listen?" she said a little angrily. "Well, I thought..."

"What did you think? What did you think? Take them off now!" Before I could finish speaking, she interrupted me, so I started to take them off.
I was really shy, taking off my clothes in front of a girl I had only known for less than a minute, even exposing my genitals.
In the end, I still took off all my clothes. I covered my little brother with my hands, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You're a dog now and you still know how to be shy?"

I didn't speak, I just stood there. She didn't speak either, just looked at me. I lowered my head, feeling very embarrassed and not knowing
what to do. I hesitated whether I should kneel down like a dog, but I felt too ashamed.

I don't know how much time passed, but finally I chose to kneel down
. I knew that after all, I had chosen to be a dog, and I couldn't stand like a human.

"Finally know how to kneel? I thought you didn't know anything."

Her tone was very gentle, and because she was slightly chubby, she looked quite cute, unlike
the queens I watched in training videos who would slap me at the drop of a hat. Later, I realized I was wrong. I always preferred
those violent queens who subjected me to extreme insults and whippings. I often fantasized about being slapped.

"What do you like to call me? Mom, Master, Grandma, or what?"

"Mom, I guess," I thought for a moment and answered. "Okay, my little dog, I'm telling you this is the first time. From now on,
I'll only say what I mean once, I won't repeat myself. If you don't hear me or don't understand, and then don't do
what I ask, then I'll punish you, you understand?"

"Yes," I knelt at my master's feet and nodded vigorously. "Come on, lick Mom's feet first."

"Yes, Mom."

My master crossed her legs and kicked off her sandals, her jade-like feet almost touching my face.
As I cupped them in my hands, she said, "From now on, you must say thank you for this reward from Mom, because licking feet is the greatest
reward for a dog like you."

"Yes, Mom, thank you for the reward."

"Hmm, lick it."

I stuck out my tongue. It was the first time I had ever licked someone's feet. I didn't know what to do, so
I just licked them subconsciously. I licked my master's toes one by one, from the big toe to the little toe. There wasn't
any strange smell, at most a slight odor from between her toes. I was a little disappointed. I
prefer stronger smells, which better arouse my submissive nature.

"Licking feet isn't just about licking the toes, doggy, don't you lick the soles too?" My owner patted my head, and I suddenly
realized. I quickly put my tongue on the soles of my owner's feet. Because I was wearing sandals, the backs of my owner's heels were
a bit dark, but I was too excited to care. I cleaned them thoroughly with my tongue, and then the insteps
. I stretched out my tongue and licked them diligently again and again.

"Okay, that's it. The other one."

I did the same for the other foot.

"How is it? Being a submissive isn't as comfortable as those videos you watch, is it?"

"It's comfortable, I'm really happy to lick Mom's feet." I told the truth. "Hmph, there's more to come."
My owner sneered. "Okay, stop licking. Get a towel and put it under the bed, then lie down. I'm going to
take a shower."

"Okay."

I lay on the towel, listening to the swishing sound. I thought about how lucky I was to have found a
female submissive.

The sound of water stopped, and after a while, the Queen came out, sat at the foot of the bed, and stepped on my face with one foot and
my penis with the other, relentlessly rubbing it. To be honest, it hurt a little; my erect penis was being stepped on, but I knew
I couldn't say anything.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Not yet."

"Then you're a virgin?" The Queen was a little surprised, and her voice rose. "Um..." I answered shyly.
"Sigh, what a pity.

You're not bad looking, but it's a pity you're not human but a dog." I didn't answer, choosing silence. "Why would you choose to be a dog instead of a decent human?"

"Because... because I'm cheap, I only want to kneel at my mother's feet and lick her feet." I humiliated myself,
making myself even more despicable. "What a pity." For some reason, the Queen kicked my penis hard.
I screamed, "Ah!" "What are you yelling about? Be careful, or I'll punish you!"

The Queen reached into her bag and took out a rope, the kind of hemp rope. I was a little scared and didn't know what to do. The Queen
tied my wrists and ankles with the rope, making me unable to move and only able to shuffle around.

"Open your mouth wide, Mommy will shove my foot into your dog mouth."

I opened my mouth wide, and my owner slowly shoved her foot into my
mouth, finally inserting all five toes.

"Open your mouth wider, Mommy's going to push harder."

I couldn't answer, I could only let my owner shove her foot into my mouth. Suddenly I felt my owner use significantly more force, my
mouth felt like it was being torn apart, her toes were almost in my throat, and I started to gag, trying to vomit out
this "foreign object," but I couldn't do anything about it, and my body swayed from side to side. My owner didn't seem
to care about my feelings, using her other foot to firmly press down on my thigh so I couldn't move.

My owner pulled her foot out of my mouth, and I coughed violently, the nausea and vomiting making tears
stream down my face. I felt like I was about to die, my face covered in saliva.

"Little brother, you still have room for development, haha,"

the master said, shaking her saliva-covered foot on my face. "Come on, Mommy will reward you with some saliva
."

I loved it. I used to fantasize about eating the Queen of Knives' saliva and phlegm, and today it actually came true.
I opened my mouth wide, but the master didn't spit it out. "What do you want to say?"

"Oh, thank you for the reward, Mommy." I suddenly realized I should thank the master for the reward. I opened
my mouth wide, and the saliva dripped precisely into my mouth. I swallowed it immediately, feeling very happy.

"Mom, I want more," I blurted out without thinking.
My master's face darkened slightly, but quickly returned to normal. "I told you, this is the first time. I'll teach you.
As a dog, you can't make demands of your master. Besides, I'm a friendly master. There are no
things you don't like or can't accept, only things I like or don't like. I'm not like a paid sub who asks what the slave doesn't accept. I
don't have any of those. Understand?"

"I won't do it again, Mom," I quickly apologized. "Next time? There's a next time? Next time you'll be in
for a world of hurt!"

I realized I'd said the wrong thing again and wanted to slap myself, so I remained silent.

"Do you still want Mom to put her mouth on yours?"

I shook my head, then suddenly remembered what I'd just said and nodded vigorously. "You're such a stupid dog!" My master
kicked my penis again.

"Your little penis is too small, so pitiful. You'll never be able to satisfy your wife." My master kept
fiddling with my penis with her foot.

"I only want to serve my mother for the rest of my life, I don't want to find a wife. Even if I find a wife, I will still serve my mother."

"Good girl, you're sensible."

The master bent down and pinched my nipples with his nails. It really hurt, but I held back my cries. "Pinching your nipples
feels so good, so soft."

"Mmm... as long as Master feels good." I forced out these words. Finally
, the master stopped pinching my nipples. I glanced at them; they were already red and swollen. The master took out a few rubber bands, the really small kind, colorful ones, and tied two

to each of my testicles , and also to the base of my penis and under the glans. Those rubber bands were really too small; they felt very tight, very constricting. "Come on, stand up." 　　My hands and feet were tied, and I struggled to stand up. My testicles were right in front of the master's eyes, and because they were tied so tightly, they were unusually prominent.

My master flicked my swollen testicles with his finger, causing me to bend over in pain. "Stand up straight, don't
hunch over like an old lady."

After I straightened up, instead of a flick, I received two slaps on the left and right. I really couldn't take it;
this is one of the most sensitive parts of a man's body, and it really hurt.

"Master, no, Mom, please, can you stop hitting me? It really hurts!" The excruciating pain
made me beg for mercy.

"Oh, how about the slaps? Do you like them?" My master said this very calmly and lightly. "Yes, Mom
." Another fantasy I had was being slapped by my master. Having never been hit before, I really wanted to experience
that feeling.

My master stood up and slapped me hard across the face. It was a sharp, loud slap, hitting my right cheek at
a 90-degree angle. My right cheek was burning, and tears welled up in my eyes. I really
wanted to cry. "Let me tell you, I'm really angry, you know? You're a beast, making all these demands
. A light slap to your balls and you're crying? If it hurts, don't act like a beast. I think you're just
driven by lust."

Another slap landed on my face. This time I couldn't hold back; tears streamed down my face. I just
stood there with my head down. My master ignored me, sitting on the bed playing on his phone. I don't
know how long I stood there.

"Come here, get on the bed."

I climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her, head bowed, still afraid to look at my mistress. "This is your first time. I was
a little harsh just now, but I just wanted to let you know that SM isn't as comfortable as you think. You need to recognize your
place. You're here to serve your mistress, not for me to make you feel good."

"Mmm."

"I thought you were going to leave, haha, it's such a pity to leave such a beautiful dog."

Actually, I was thinking of leaving, but somehow my thoughts drifted, and my mind went blank. "Come on,
lie down, Mommy will reward you with sitting on my face."

After I lay down, I saw her buttocks slowly sitting down towards my face. In that instant, it was pitch black. I
was terrified. There was no light at all, and a heavy object was pressing down on my face. After a while, I started to
feel suffocated. My hands were still tied. I started to twist my body, and my mistress immediately sat up slightly
. I gasped for fresh air.

"You're so useless! You're really not cut out to be a dog. I'm starting to not want you anymore," the owner frowned.
"I didn't get it right just now. Mom, try again. This time you'll definitely last longer."

Because I used to swim, I could hold my breath. I was just a little flustered earlier. The owner

sat down on my face again. This time I had a bit more experience. I took a deep breath, and this
time I lasted much longer than before. But in the end, I couldn't hold on any longer and struggled to move. To
my surprise, the owner didn't get up. I was a little scared and struggled even more. Finally,
when I was about to give up, the owner stood up.

I had almost never craved fresh air like this before. I tried to breathe deeply with every breath
.

"Not bad, you lasted quite a while this time. You have a talent for being a butt cushion, don't you?"

I was still panting heavily and didn't answer.

"Come on, kneel on the bed and keep licking my feet. I didn't say you have to stop."

The master picked up her phone and started chatting. From my angle, I could see the chat content; it was probably the master
's boyfriend. I felt a little sad.

"Do you like Mommy's feet?"

"Yes, I love them so much!"

After saying that, I started licking them again. I think no submissive dislikes their master's jade feet. "
You look so comfortable kneeling on the bed this time, but it won't be so comfortable next time."

"When I heard there would be a next time, I got interested again and licked them diligently."

I don't know how long I licked, but my tongue felt a little numb. My master kicked me in the face. "Alright,
that's enough for today. Go home."

I was a little disappointed because today didn't have the training program I had been fantasizing about. "Um... that..." I hesitated,
scratching my head. "What is it? Tell me, don't dawdle. Oh, right, from now on you have to tell Mommy everything
, understand? You can't hide anything from me about anything."

"Um... that, I want to drink Mommy's holy water." I abandoned my dignity and blurted it out because
I really really like holy water every time I watch those training videos.

"Silly boy, I'll let you drink this next time. Mom can't pee now, so you'll only be able to drink this from now on. Don't
worry."

"Okay."

The mistress untied the ropes binding my hands and feet; my wrists and ankles were already red. But I noticed that the mistress
didn't seem to have untied the rubber bands on my penis and testicles. I looked at the mistress, and she seemed to understand my meaning.
"I'll untie them when we get home. Take them with you. Get dressed and come downstairs. I'll wait for you downstairs ."

After saying that, she left. I got dressed, grabbed my phone, and went downstairs to get my deposit back.
As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw the mistress and the girl I booked the room talking and laughing.

When I went to check out, the mistress stood next to me, and that girl kept staring at me, making me a little shy.
When I finally left the hotel, the mistress said "Bye-bye."

I was a little surprised, but I didn't ask any further questions. The mistress asked me how I was getting home, told me to watch
my step, and then we parted ways.

It's not far from home, about a half-hour bus ride. When I got home, I wanted to pee, but when I looked at the toilet,
I found I couldn't urinate. I had to strain to get it out, and the urine was very yellow. My urethral opening also hurt.

I immediately asked my owner if I could remove the rubber band. A while later, she messaged me saying to remove it. I
immediately removed the rubber band; it was really tight, and it wasn't easy to remove. There was a slight
pain when I took it off, but it disappeared after a while.

I'm a very clingy dog, the kind who likes to stay close to my owner and chat, but my owner has completely changed
that habit. She told me not to chat with her for no reason.

I sighed silently, opened my phone, watched the Queen's training videos, masturbated, and then fell asleep.

That week dragged on, probably because I was constantly looking forward to the weekend. I didn't dare
chat with my master at all, only exchanging greetings in the morning and evening. Sometimes, if he was in a good mood, he would reply with a simple "Okay
." Friday night, after school, I quickly opened WeChat. "Mom, are you free this week?"

Almost three hours later, he replied

, "No."

"Don't you have any time at all? I'm available anytime."

"Then come over tonight and stay in the training room."

Having always been a good child, I had never stayed out overnight before. Of course, I was refused, and
we had a huge argument about it.

"Um… he might not believe me tonight and won't let me stay out overnight."

"Then get out."

Seeing those three words, I thought, "That's it, my master doesn't want me anymore." Because I didn't have his phone number, I kept
sending him messages apologizing, but he didn't reply. I was very sad until the next morning when he finally replied
, "I went out last night and didn't see your message. Maybe next week." Hearing this, I finally felt relieved.

Another peaceful week passed. Late Friday night, I asked my mistress if I could visit her the next day. She agreed
, telling me to come at 8 am. She gave me the address, saying she might not be awake yet, and the key
was under the blanket by the door, so I had to open it myself.

Finally, after so long, I could have another real-life "training" session tomorrow! I was so excited I could barely sleep that night
, my mind filled with thoughts of the next day. As

soon as the alarm rang, I sat up instantly, surprisingly not sleepy at all. I quickly tidied myself up,
got in the car, and went to the address my mistress had given me. It was very close to the place I'd booked a room with last time,
in a nearby apartment complex. I walked to the door, felt for a key under the red blanket, and opened
the door.

The apartment was alright. There was a bathroom right next to the entrance, a large living room, and two bedrooms. My mistress probably slept
in one of them. I gently closed the door.

The living room was a mess: unfinished takeout boxes, cigarette butts on the floor, dirty underwear and stockings scattered on the sofa,
and high heels strewn haphazardly on the floor.

I tidied up a bit, and things looked a little neater. I felt a little lost, unsure of what to do
.

I went into the bedroom and saw my mistress was still sleeping. She was so cute… not at all like a queen. I realized
I shouldn't be standing, so I took off my clothes and knelt down. I knelt at the foot of the bed, and my mistress's feet
were sticking out from under the cup, so I stuck out my tongue and started licking them.

"Mmm… mmm…"

My mistress rolled over, muttering something. I kept licking her feet. About an hour later
, around 10 o'clock, my mistress woke up. She kicked my face with her foot. "Good job." I tactfully
shook my butt.

"Hahaha, so shameless. I'll put a tail on you, and you'll look better when you wag your tail."

My mistress stood up from the bed. I noticed that she was only wearing a very thin garment, and I could see everything underneath
. And she wasn't wearing anything underneath either. I was a little embarrassed and lowered my head, not daring to look.

"Come on, didn't you want to drink the holy water last time? I'll let you drink it today." The

moment I heard "holy water," I was instantly excited. The holy water I'd been longing for was finally coming!

I followed my master to another room, the one she'd mentioned as the training room.
Inside was a cage and a table with various instruments on it. My master first put a
collar on me; it was very tight, and then secured it with a rope.

This bedroom also had a toilet. She led me inside. There was a squat toilet and a
commode chair next to it. Unlike the usual ones that were high off the ground, this one was very close, about a head's width away. Of
course, I knew what it was for.

"You've been clamoring to drink the holy water. Let's see if you can drink it this time. Open your mouth wide."

My master led me to her crotch, then lifted one leg and placed it against the wall. It was the first time I'd seen a real
woman's genitals; I'd only seen them in videos before. My master's genitals were smooth, with a little bit of hair at the top,
unlike some of the ugly ones I'd seen.

I opened my mouth wide, and suddenly yellow urine gushed out from my master's urethra, shooting precisely into my mouth
. It was very pungent, smelly, and a little fishy. I didn't swallow it; it just kept accumulating in my mouth. "You dog, swallow it!
Didn't you want it? How does morning urine taste?"

my master said while urinating. I opened my throat and swallowed, but I spat it out immediately after only a little bit went down.
I kept vomiting with my head down, and my master started urinating on my hair, urinating for a long time before stopping.

I never imagined that the holy water I had always fantasized about would be so hard to swallow.

"You stinky thing, you vomited on me! Disgusting!" my master kicked my genitals. "I thought you were a
born beast."

I kept my head down, dry heaving with nausea. My master had already started showering, leaving me to the side.
Later, the nausea finally subsided a bit; it wasn't as strong as the initial reaction.

The sound of water stopped. I looked at my master and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, I couldn't drink your holy water."

"Don't be a fantasizing dog in the future, understand? It's not as simple as you think. It's okay this time, it's just to
let you experience it. You'll be able to drink it every day from now on."

"Mmm."

My master used the showerhead to rinse my head, but I still felt
a stench of urine on me. My master started washing up. I knelt beside her, somewhat mesmerized by her naked body, and swallowed
.

"Open your mouth, cough... spit!"

A mouthful of phlegm was accurately spat into my mouth; it was sticky. I wisely swallowed it.

"Does it smell good? Do you like it?

" "Yes, Mom."

"Do you like it? Thank you, Mom?"

"Thank you for the gift, Mom

." "Mmm, good boy."

After washing up, my master led me out of the bathroom, grabbed a pair of worn stockings, and tightly tied 　　my wrists together. I knelt on the floor, only able to crawl slowly using my arms for support. My master
led me to the living room, dressed me, and said, "Come on, put my socks and shoes on with your mouth."

I crawled to get the socks with my mouth, biting the waistband, first slipping them onto my master's toes, then
pulling hard with my teeth. It took a lot of effort to finally get one sock on. Having learned from the first one
, I put the second one on a little faster.

"Okay, go to the shoe cabinet by the door and get those beige canvas shoes."

I placed the shoes beside my master's feet, trying my best to put them on with my mouth, but I found that
I couldn't get my master's heels in with my mouth.

My owner pulled me to their feet by the leash, then half-put on the shoes before finally placing them on my head. I braced myself
against their feet. "If your dog mouth can't put them on, use your dog head!"

After putting the shoes on, my owner rubbed their head against me, stood up, led me to the door
, and tied me to the shoe cabinet handle. Pointing to the ground, they said, "I'm going to buy some food. Lick these high heels clean with your dog tongue.
Don't touch them with your dog paws. Kneel down and lick the soles properly, or you won't get any food today."

"Yes, Mom!"

The door slammed shut, and I dared not disobey. I crawled on
the floor and licked my mistress's high heels with my tongue. First, I cleaned the upper, one lick at a time, until I could no longer see any dust. I knocked the heel over with my head and
looked at the sole. The sole wasn't very dirty. I hesitated for a moment, then stuck out my tongue and started licking. It tasted bitter, and I
swallowed all the dirt. My tongue was almost numb from licking until the sole was much cleaner
. I continued cleaning until it looked brand new. Finally, I sucked on the heel with my mouth, licking it repeatedly, and
then I was done.

I looked at my tongue; it was almost black. My mouth was very dry, and I desperately wanted a
sip of water, even holy water.

I was a little tired. I hadn't slept all night, and with this morning's "exercise," I fell asleep.
I don't know how much time had passed when a sharp pain woke me up.

It wasn't my owner speaking, but another voice. I was still half-asleep and didn't see clearly. "Weiwei, look at your
new, stinky dog! It's not doing any work and it's sleeping!"

I looked closer and realized it was the receptionist from the hotel the other day. I was stunned. I'd only thought she was
a friend; I hadn't expected her to be a queen. "Damn it, did you lick your shoes clean? Huh? You're just going to sleep here, huh?"
This time it was my owner's voice. "I…"

I was about to speak when my owner grabbed a slipper from the doorway and started slapping me across the face. "Mommy, I licked them
clean! Don't hit me, Mommy!" I cried out. My owner stopped, picked up the high heels, and
examined them carefully. "You licked them clean. You slept without my permission, shouldn't you be punished?"

"Yes, I should be punished!" I kowtowed, begging for mercy. My owner led me inside and sat me on the sofa. The receptionist
put the food on the table. "Where's your dog from yesterday? It seemed quite obedient."

"Sigh, they had something to do, so we had to use this new one," the owner kicked me in the face.

I felt a little sad. The owner had other dogs, but it was understandable for one master to have multiple servants, I comforted
myself. "This is your mother's best friend. She's not in the industry, you know? She just comes to my house occasionally to chat. Call her '
Step-Mom' from now on."

"Hello, Step-Mom," I kowtowed to Step-Mom. "Let's eat, let's eat, I'm starving," Step-Mom said.
They opened their lunchboxes and started eating. I hadn't eaten for half a day and was both hungry and thirsty. I knelt to the side, and they seemed to completely
ignore my existence. I stared longingly at the food on the table, my mouth practically watering.

"You licked the shoes fairly clean today," Mom finally spoke. "Come on, open your mouth, Mom will feed you."
The master used chopsticks to pick up some food. Just as I was about to bite down, the chopsticks slipped and fell to the ground. I knew I
had to eat like a dog. I lowered my head, ready to eat the food on the ground, but the master stomped on it again, back and forth
, pointing the sole at my face. "Eat."

A sense of humiliation welled up inside me, but I was really hungry. I thought, what does dignity matter?
I'm already a dog anyway. So I licked the master's shoe sole greedily.

"Hahaha," my stepmother laughed, probably seeing my smug look. "You little rascal, you're hungry, but
there's no dog bowl for you at home."

"Where's your dog's bowl? Let him use it."

"That's his brother's, I can't let him use it. Let's buy him a new one sometime, okay?" My owner looked down
at me and said, "Okay, okay."

I opened my mouth wide, stuck out my tongue, and nodded, hoping my owner would continue to reward me with some food. Later,
they would occasionally spit out what they had chewed on the ground, but even so, I ate greedily.

"Oh dear, did we eat too much? Your dog has nothing to eat."

"Don't worry about that beast. Let me think, I'll make him another one."

Hearing this, I thought my owner would cook for me, but what happened next showed me it wasn't that simple.
My owner shoveled the remaining vegetables into a box, then went over, pulled down his pants, and started
urinating into the box. "Weiwei, amazing! Can this be eaten?"

"We're human, of course we can't eat this. What can't an animal eat?"

"Woof woof woof!" I barked like a dog. "Look, he likes it!"

After urinating, my owner wiped himself clean with toilet paper and placed the box in front of me, putting the used paper aside. "Good
. I know you're thirsty too. Perfect, you can eat and drink. Eat it all up, don't waste it. Wipe
your dog mouth clean with toilet paper after you're done."

My owner and stepmother sat on the sofa watching TV, chatting enthusiastically about the program. I looked at
the box full of "soup" in front of me. My mouth was so dry from licking the shoes that I couldn't speak, so I took big gulps
. This time, the holy water didn't taste as strong as my morning urine; it had a hint of vegetable flavor, a rather indescribable taste
. I quickly finished the holy water my master had bestowed upon me and wiped my mouth with the toilet paper my master had used to wipe his urine.

"Finished, Mom."

"Oh, throw it in the trash can after you're done drinking. Go to the toilet and rinse your dog mouth."

After I finished, I crawled to my master's feet. They were chatting and laughing, enjoying themselves, and didn't have time to pay attention to me
. I wisely knelt there, not daring to make a sound.

"How about we go shopping later?" My stepmother suggested first. "Hmm, I have nothing to do anyway, so I might as well
take this beast out for a walk."

My master tightened the dog leash around my penis, then found some metal nipple clamps and clamped them on me.
There was a chain under the nipple clamps. My master pulled them out, and it hurt so much that my face almost contorted. She put
a black coat on me, which just covered my knees. She only let me wear shoes, so I was completely
naked.

"Mom, um, I..."

"What 'I'? If you don't want to go out, stay home and lick the toilet clean. It's filthy anyway." The owner turned around and
said to me fiercely. "Disgusting!" The stepmother made a disgusted face. "You don't know, he actually
wants to lick the toilet even more." The owner said with a cold laugh. I followed them around the malls all afternoon.
Wearing only a coat, I didn't dare to sit down to rest because sitting down would reveal that I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

After shopping, the stepmother said she had to leave first, leaving the owner and me alone. "Can you not go
home tonight? I want to play something fun with you tonight."

"I'll call my mom and ask."

"Damn it, how old are you? Why do you still ask your mom? Can't you make your own decisions?"

"I..."

As always, I was very obedient and dialed the number to ask. Of course, I failed in the first argument and
shook my head at the owner.

"Damn it! You lousy dog!"

My owner slapped me hard across the face in front of everyone at the mall entrance. I could feel
the strange looks people were giving me.

"Forget it, let's go back. Can you come tomorrow?"

"Sure, I can come first thing tomorrow morning."

"Okay, then come back tomorrow."

I followed my owner downstairs. He unbuttoned my clothes and took the leash off my penis.
"Let's go, climb up." He grabbed the leash and dragged me along. "But... what if someone comes?"

"So what if someone comes? I'm being generous by giving you a skin. Have you ever seen a dog wear clothes?"

He pulled me fiercely. I could only follow behind him, slowly climbing up. Although the building wasn't very high,
I was exhausted. I got dressed and went home without lingering.

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