Master, please...

"My son's owner said that female dogs shouldn't wear clothes," the mother said softly.

She slowly took off her clothes, folded them neatly, and put them in the closet. Then she took out the gear she would be wearing for the next few days. She carefully checked the gear piled on the floor, making sure nothing was missing, before slamming the closet door shut. The closet door had a hidden lock; once closed, unless her son's owner opened it with a key, she couldn't take anything out. And if the mother wasn't fully dressed, she would be severely punished by her son's owner.

"Let's begin, like my son's owner taught me before," the mother said, blushing. "This week's happy time begins! First is this artificial tail. Every dog has a tail, and I'm no exception."

The artificial tail had an anal plug-type vibrator at the tip, which could be inserted into the anus to prevent the tail from being easily pulled out, and could also produce intense pleasure through continuous vibration. The back was a fluffy fake tail. The mother picked up the artificial tail and examined it closely. It seemed her son's owner had specifically chosen a larger size today; the vibrator's diameter was larger than usual.

Mom shook her head helplessly. She first managed to put the head of the vibrator in her mouth to lubricate it with saliva, then gritted her teeth and endured the pain as she slowly inserted it into her anus.

"It hurts!" A few tears streamed down Mom's face as the vibrator finally went in smoothly and lodged inside her anus.

Mom turned it on, and the vibrator began to vibrate rapidly inside her anus, the tail outside swaying slightly.

"Mmm..." Mom groaned softly. She knew that once the switch was on, the vibrator wouldn't stop unless the batteries died or her son, the owner, turned it off with the remote. Mom lay on the ground like a female dog, her vagina becoming wet.

Mom endured the pleasure and picked up a vibrating egg, inserted it into her vagina, and turned it on. Her vagina received double stimulation from the vibrating egg and the vibrator in her anus, the pleasure flowing endlessly. Mom's groans grew louder, her vagina becoming a veritable waterfall. Mom dipped her finger in her vaginal fluid and put it in her mouth, carefully tasting the flavor of her own vaginal fluid, nodding in satisfaction.

After attaching the tail and vibrator, Mom picked up a collar. The front of the collar was engraved with the words "Dog Slave," and the back had her name, "Mom," written on it. A bell hung from it, jingling softly with the slightest movement.

Mom skillfully put the collar around her neck and secured it with a small padlock. Then she knelt on the ground, letting the chain from the collar hang down from her cleavage. She closed her eyes, feeling the coldness of the chain and the pleasure in her lower body. She only opened her eyes when the chain warmed up to her body temperature. Her vaginal fluids had formed a small puddle on the ground. Mom's face was slightly flushed. "How could I like this?" She shook her head, the bell jingling.

Mom then picked up the next tool to equip herself with. This was a tool that would restrict her movement, forcing her to kneel or crawl—a restraint chain. The restraint chain had an iron ring in the middle, from which four short chains branched out to lock her limbs. The chains binding her feet were in two parts, the front locking to her knees and the back to her ankles.

Once locked, each of her legs was in a V-shape, forcing her to crawl with only her hands and knees for support. Mom absolutely loved this tool; it not only restricted her freedom to the maximum extent, but also left her knees aching and sore after each crawl, a feeling she adored.

After locking the chains, Mom picked up the remaining two vibrators, taped them to her nipples, and turned them on. She lowered her head and licked the pool of vaginal fluid from her vulva into her mouth, then bit down on the bone-shaped gag, pulling the strap behind her head and locking it tightly.

Now, with a bone in her mouth and a fluffy tail trailing behind her, Mom crawled on the ground, looking more like a female dog. She laboriously crawled to the door and locked the other end of the chain on her collar to the shoe rack by the door. All Mom had to do now was lie at the door and wait for her son, her master, to return. Because all the keys were with her son, if he didn't return, she would be locked by the shoe rack by the door with all her gear.

The mother, curled up on the floor, endured the intense pleasure for hours in a daze.

Finally, she heard familiar footsteps; her son had returned. She struggled to her feet, kneeling on the floor, her head bowed, only daring to look at his shoes.

The son smiled at her, first using the key to unlock the gag and remove the meat bone from her mouth.

The mother swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva to moisten her throat. "Son! Woof! Woof! Woof!" she barked softly.

"Good girl, Mom, you've been waiting long, haven't you?" the son asked, taking off his shoes.

"Woof!" the mother barked crisply. This was their agreement: when he asked a question that could be answered with a yes or no, one bark meant yes, two barks meant no. The son patted his mother's head with satisfaction.

The mother lowered her head, bringing her nose close to her son's feet, greedily sniffing the scent of his socks.

The son chuckled and asked, "Little bitch, do your feet stink?"

"Woof woof!" the mother barked twice. The son slapped her bottom hard a few times: "Little bitch, when did you learn to lie? I'll ask you again, and you'd better answer truthfully."

The mother barked a pitiful "Woof!" In fact, her son's feet were indeed very smelly, but the mother was used to the smell, so she considered it a pleasure.

The son nodded in satisfaction: "Little bitch, fetch your son's slippers."

The mother obediently used her mouth to take the slippers down from the shoe rack and placed them beside her son's feet. The son put on the slippers, unlocked the chain on the shoe rack, and led his mother to the living room.

In the living room, the son sat on the sofa, and the mother squatted beside his feet, again bringing her nose close to his feet to sniff the scent of his socks.

The son, the master, commanded, "Mommy, help your son take off his socks."

"Woof!" Mommy scrambled to her feet and answered, using her teeth to slowly pull down the socks.

Then, Mommy knelt before her son, saying, "Son, let Mommy wash your feet!"

The son nodded slightly.

Mommy quickly lowered her head and diligently licked her son's feet with her tongue. Finally, she sucked each of his toes clean. Then, seemingly unsatisfied, she knelt beside her son's feet, licking her lips.

The son tightened the chain and kicked Mommy hard, saying, "You little bitch, you're slacking off! Why didn't you apply the cleaning solution?"

Mommy then remembered. She crawled back to her son's feet, squatted down, and rubbed her genitals against the instep of one of his feet, letting her vaginal fluids soak onto his foot, then switched to the other foot. Then the mother lay on the ground, her genitals facing her son, letting him rub his feet against her vulva and insert his toes into her vagina.

Only when his feet and toes were covered in her vaginal fluid did the mother crawl back to his feet and lick them clean, removing all the fluid. The mother knew her son enjoyed playing with her vulva this way; he called the process of getting her fluids on her "cleaning solution" and the licking process "washing her feet." The mother also enjoyed being played with like this by her son; at home, she would wash his feet like this at least once a day.

"Son, Master!" the mother said coquettishly, tilting her head back. "Mommy wants it, look how much fluid I'm producing..."

The son smiled. "Little bitch, I haven't eaten yet. I'll satisfy you after I finish eating."

The son pulled his mother into his arms, and she nestled against him, swaying and pleading, "No, son, I can't take it anymore. Please, son, enjoy my body first, I beg you."

"Alright, it seems I'll have to go hungry today," the son said with a wry smile, shaking his head.

He carried his mother into the bedroom and laid her on her back on the bed. Then he locked the remaining chains from her restraints to the headboard. He removed the vibrating egg, soaked with her vaginal fluid, from her vagina, and also removed the two attached to her nipples.

Because of the restraints, her hands were locked to the headboard, causing her legs to curl up with her knees pointing upwards, making her feel very uncomfortable. But when the son's large penis entered her vagina, that discomfort was overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Ah! Son, woof woof woof, son, woof woof, the little dog feels so good. Ah, son, please, fuck the dog to death, woof woof..." the mother moaned and barked.

The son didn't answer, only focusing on thrusting into his mother's cunt, his hands slowly moving from her waist to her breasts, kneading them forcefully until he ejaculated into her vagina.

The mother's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, panting heavily, her body drenched in fragrant sweat. The son climbed on top of his mother,

gently kissing her face. "Looks like I'll have to sleep like this tonight," the mother thought.

Her breasts were flattened by her son's chest, his limp penis still inside her vagina. The mother loved this position; she and her son were so close, practically one. She could smell the masculine scent emanating from him, and now she could only sleep peacefully with that scent.

The next morning, the mother woke with a strong urge to defecate. She hadn't relieved herself since the previous night. The anal vibrator's battery was low, vibrating only slightly.

The son slept soundly on top of her.

The mother twisted her body a few times, but it had no effect other than making a crisp sound from the chains and the bells on her collar. She licked her son's face and softly called, "Son, son, son..." hoping he would wake up soon.

The son looked up, his eyes still blurry with sleep, and asked, "What's wrong, little puppy?"

"The puppy wants to poop," the mother replied, her face flushed.

"Oh." The son climbed off the mother, but instead of unlocking her handcuffs, he bent down, brought his mouth to her breasts, licked them, and gently bit her nipples, pulling them upwards.

This made the mother moan softly in pleasure, her lower body becoming wet again. After a while, the son aimed his large penis at the mother's opening and thrust it in forcefully. He fucked her cunt hard, just like last night.

"Mmm, mmm, ah, ah..." The mother's hands, chained to the headboard, clenched into fists, moaned and twisted her body, enjoying the pleasure her son was giving her. The son ejaculated his thick semen deep into her vagina, then lay back on top of his mother, kissing her lips.

While kissing her son, the mother stammered, "Son...please...let me get pregnant. I...want to give...my son a little bitch...for him to play with."

The son pulled his mother into his arms. "Good girl, then I'll have sex more frequently from now on, and I'll make you give me a little bitch to play with."

"Mmm!" The mother smiled happily, actively kissing her son's lips, even putting her tongue inside for him to taste. After

resting for a while, the son unlocked the mother's handcuffs, lifted her off the bed, placed her on the floor, and led her to the balcony.

That was the mother's private toilet; she relieved herself there. The balcony wasn't enclosed, and anyone paying attention would see what was happening there.

The mother enjoyed that contradictory feeling of both fearing and wanting to be seen. She remembered the first time her son forcibly took her to the balcony to relieve herself; she refused to go in no matter what. She only gave in when her son's owner threatened to kick her out of the house if she didn't obey.

Now, Mom can calmly let her son's owner lead her there to relieve herself. Once on the balcony, Mom willingly squats on the toilet. After her son's owner removes the artificial tail, her feces spray out. After a while, Mom, blushing, whispers to her son's owner, "Son, the dog has finished."

Her son's owner goes over, wipes her bottom clean with toilet paper, and flushes. Then he asks, "Do you need to pee?"

Mom nods, "Woof!"

Her son's owner pats her head, "Then hurry up."

Mom crawls forward, then, like a dog, stretches out one leg, a jet of water shooting from her genitals, tracing a beautiful arc in the air before landing in the toilet. Mom practiced this move for a long time; she doesn't know how many times her son's owner whipped her to perfect it. After

relieving herself, her son's owner takes Mom to the bathroom, puts her in an empty bathtub, and washes her body with a hose; the cold water jet turns her whole body bright red. The son deliberately sprayed water directly into his mother's genitals. She wanted to dodge but dared not, so she could only squat there and endure it, constantly screaming and moaning.

After washing his mother's body clean, the son gave her an enema to clean her internal organs. Each time, the son poured 500cc of water into his mother's anus until she excreted only clear water. He did this six times that day.

The son nodded in satisfaction, "Hmm, now you're clean inside and out." He then dried his mother's body with a towel, inserted a new artificial tail into her anus, and turned it on. Then he led her to the dining room.

The son locked his mother under the dining table, prepared some simple food for himself, mixed the food together and poured it into a plate next to his mother, while placing the rest on the table for himself. The mother lay on the floor and ate all the food in the bowl with her mouth, then licked the rice off her face with her tongue. She looked up at her son, seemingly unsatisfied.

"Not full?" the son asked, looking down at his mother.

"Woof!" the mother barked.

"Then come and eat your son's master's stick!" The son pointed to his large penis.

"Woof!" The mother pounced, took her son's master's penis into her mouth, and gave him oral sex. While her son finished eating, she also sucked out all of his semen. The mother swallowed all of her son's master's semen and then used her tongue to clean his glans. Then she knelt on the ground, looking like she hadn't had enough.

"You little slut!" the son cursed, then threw three vibrators on the ground. "Wear them like yesterday."

The mother obediently picked up the vibrators, inserted one into her vagina, and taped the other two to her breasts, then turned them on. "Ah!" The intense pleasure made her fall to the ground and roll around.

The son stepped on the mother's breasts and said sternly, "You little slut, get up now, look at yourself."

"I'm sorry, son, master." The mother quickly suppressed her pleasure and returned to her kneeling position.

The son's owner put a bone-shaped gag on his mother, led her to the dog cage, and gestured for her to climb inside. The mother obediently climbed in and curled up inside. The son's owner closed the cage door with a small lock and said to her, "Good dog, your son's going shopping. You stay home and wait for me."

The mother nodded. The son's owner turned the vibrator and dildo to maximum speed and then left. "Woof..."

The mother gritted her teeth, trying not to scream, but the intense vibrations brought her to orgasm instantly, followed by endless torment. Curled up in the cage, she experienced both pleasure and pain from the vibrator and dildo, feeling herself rising to heaven one moment and falling to hell the next. Her consciousness gradually faded, and she finally lost consciousness.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she awoke during another intense orgasm. Looking outside, she saw it was already dusk. "Have I been unconscious all day?" she wondered, feeling a wetness around her genitals. She had incontinent from the vibrator and dildo while unconscious. The mother shook her head in pain; she wanted to move, but the cage was too small, and she couldn't move at all. "Son, please come back soon," the mother prayed silently, the vibrator and dildo continuing to toss her between heaven and hell.

Finally, her son returned, and the mother looked at him with pleading eyes. The son glanced at the puddle of fluid around her genitals, smiled, opened the cage, and led her out.

"Incontinent?" the son asked.

The mother nodded shyly. Her son removed the bone gag from her mouth. "Doggy, are you hungry?" he asked.

"Woof!" the mother barked, her hands and feet trembling. "Son, please turn off the vibrator and dildo. This little doggy has been used all day and can't take it anymore." "

Okay." The son turned off and removed the dildo from the mother's vagina and breasts, and also turned off the vibrator in her anus.

"Thank you, son!" the mother said, almost crying with gratitude. Then the son led the mother to the bathroom and used a hose to wash her genitals, which were covered in urine.

"Mmm..." the mother murmured softly, closing her eyes and feeling the pleasure of the water hitting her genitals.

After washing her genitals clean, the son led the mother back to the living room and put some dog biscuits in her bowl. The mother lowered her head and ate the dog biscuits. After finishing eating, the mother licked her lips, crawled to her son's feet to smell his socks, then used her mouth to help him take off his socks, and used her tongue and genitals to wash his feet.

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