How a female dog is tamed (16)

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I set up Lao Yao and Master, but to my surprise, Master didn't seem to be fickle like I expected or imagined. He just followed the script step by step and pursued Jiajia. It wasn't entirely out of jealousy. I felt that Master didn't really like Jiajia, or even, well, he wasn't as enthusiastic about her as he had been about me. A young girl like Jiajia would naturally be satisfied with a man like Master. Jiajia and I were like day and night, never meeting, yet I was attached to Master, day and night without fail. Master's heart was like Jia Huan's riddle, crude and unrefined. He didn't say it, but you would never guess that
when Master and Jiajia first got together, I really made a fuss with him a few times. That's why I was so curious as to why Master was so uninterested in the young Jiajia, and never seemed to have the same enthusiasm for me. I felt both proud and disappointed. Feeling quite charming, I became fearless. My master often arranged things like this: he would go on dates with Jiajia, but he would also make me wait for him at his house. He never seemed to stay overnight at Jiajia's place; he would always come back around one or two in the morning. That day, when he came back, he forced my head down and gave me oral sex. Even a clay figure has some earthy instincts, and when I thought that his thing might have just come out of Jiajia's private parts and maybe hadn't had time to wash it, I felt a wave of nausea and showed some reluctance. The master immediately noticed and slapped me across the face, coldly saying, "You really don't know what's good for you." Without another word, he dragged me outside. "Take them off yourself, you slut." I had no choice but to take off my open-crotch pants and cower against the wall.
"Do you know why you wear open-crotch pants? Huh?"
"..."
"Do you want to stand here until dawn? I'm asking you, why do you wear open-crotch pants? You never wear underwear, and your breasts are so big, yet you don't have a bra?"
"Because, because... I am... a bitch." I knew there was no escaping it, and the last bit of "bitch" was almost inaudible.
"Why do bitches wear open-crotch pants?"
"Because, bitches, bitches are always ready to... expose their... cunts so their masters can play with them,"
"Hmm, you know very well, so what is Jiajia?" The master still seemed to be pressing me.
"Jiajia, Jiajia is the master's girlfriend." After I finished speaking, I burst into tears.
Before I knew it, I was already a junior in college. I hadn't worn underwear and a bra for two or three years. My buttocks, waist and abdomen were completely smooth, without a single mark. Normal girls always have some underwear marks, which made me afraid to take a shower in the school bathroom, for fear that someone would notice something was wrong. My master strictly forbids me from wearing any underwear, anytime, anywhere. Once, he took me shopping. It was summer, and the clothes were thin, making it very easy to expose myself. I hesitated for a moment, but still put on underwear under my super short skirt that reached mid-thigh. I didn't wear a bra on top, just a very loose t-shirt. As soon as he saw me, he grabbed me, secretly unzipped the side zipper, and reached inside. When he touched my underwear, he immediately turned dark and slapped me on the street. People glared at me, but I was extremely embarrassed and dared not make a scene. I just lowered my head and sobbed, following behind him. On a quiet side street, under his lewd power, I took off my underwear in the street and threw it on the ground. Only then did he pull me into his arms, his hand touching my vagina without any resistance, and I was played with by him all the way. That day, after we came back from shopping, he made me take out all my underwear and bras from the dorm. He made me kneel naked and, in front of me, burned all those clothes. He told me that my cunt needed to be exposed all the time, and also to prevent leaving any marks. To prevent me from secretly wearing them, for a while, he would randomly check on me, call me, and make me take selfies for him whenever I wanted. I was
a junior, 21 years old, a time when girls should be innocent and shy, but I had already been thoroughly played with by an experienced man. My body was incredibly horny, like a concubine kept in seclusion. Although I kept my head down and blushed constantly when I saw people, I had tried every trick in the book to please my master, yet I never received his favor. When desire arose, I would shamelessly debase myself to beg for his affection. Long-term unsatisfied desires have diminished my sense of shame, manifesting in a mixture of love, fear, and anticipation towards my master's shameful discipline. One day, my master was going to take me to buy lingerie for his girlfriend, Jiajia. A man buying lingerie for a woman—the purpose was obvious. I wore a light blue chiffon dress that reached my ankles, with a cotton vest over it. The waistline was high and flowing, and of course, I wasn't wearing anything underneath. My master intentionally or unintentionally teased my breasts the whole way, my nipples standing erect like bamboo shoots. We entered a high-end lingerie store arm in arm. Jiajia was petite, with a typical college girl figure—a B-cup. Upon seeing her, the saleswoman rushed over to stop us.
"Sir, it seems you've picked up the wrong size. This lady is at least a D cup. How about I help you choose one so she can try it on?"
Hearing this, I blushed and panicked. My employer calmly replied, "Oh, it's alright, I'm not buying it for her."
With that short sentence, I nestled in my employer's arms, blushing, not daring to look at the saleswoman. I could imagine the complex expression on her face. The saleswoman
paused briefly, then quickly and expertly continued, "Then what does this lady need? May I assist you?"
My employer quickly cut her off, waving her hand impatiently, "No, she doesn't need it." Then she turned to me and asked, "Does Jiajia wear this size?"
My mind went completely blank, but I maintained a calm facade and said, "Yes, a B cup."
From choosing the style to paying, I didn't look at the saleswoman once, but I could feel her eyes never leaving me. My master casually touched my buttocks, then, oblivious to everyone else, pulled me out of the lingerie store. He wrapped his arm around me and whispered in my ear, a sound only I could hear,
"Heh, taking your bitch to pick out lingerie for your girlfriend is quite an experience, isn't it, Lulu?"
"..."
"Ever since I ripped you off in freshman year, you've practically never worn underwear," he said, reaching his hand behind my back to unzip my skirt and gently stroke my pubic hair. I shivered instantly, twisting my body and weakly trying to stop him: "No, Master." His voice was barely audible. "No what? I know you're soaking wet even without me putting my hand in, you slut. You haven't even been deflowered yet, and you're already walking around naked with your ass and tits, trying to please your girlfriend. Tell me, have you ever seen such a wanton virgin?"
"...I..." My face burned, but both my master and I knew it wasn't just shyness.
"Speak up, tell me, are you wet?"
"Hmm," I replied in a barely audible voice. He wouldn't let it go.
"Say it, you know what you want to say. It'll feel better if you say it."
"It's wet, it's all, it's all flowing down." My breathing started to get heavy.
"You're such a slut, you can even get all wet while just walking around. So what do you suggest we do?"
"Master,
this bitch wants, wants to be walked." "With so many people around, how can you walk someone in broad daylight? Hmm?" He lowered his head and kissed me, his tongue swirling wildly in my mouth. I was practically hanging on him, my mind starting to blur
. "Let's go, Master will take you for a walk."
I was in a daze, practically clinging to my master, as we wandered around until we reached a small, privately owned movie theater. The thought of it being pitch black inside, showing only suggestive erotic films, perfect for exposure, made my lower body itch even more. My master seemed to see through my thoughts, chuckled, bought tickets, and pulled me into the theater. As soon as the movie went dark and started, my skirt was lifted up, and my master's hand brazenly entered my vagina, which was already a vast expanse of wetness. My master leaned closer and whispered in my ear in a voice only I could hear:
"Jiajia is a virgin, just like you. Even after she was deflowered, she wasn't as wet as you. A bitch is a bitch, even a virgin's cunt is this horny. Can't hold it in anymore, huh?"
I could only gasp, suppressing my breath and afraid to let go. On the screen, a voluptuous woman was swaying her hips gracefully, seducing men who looked on with infatuation. Meanwhile, below the screen, my master spoke softly, and I was completely lost in thought.
"Want to lose your virginity? Hmm? Tell Master. I think you're about ready. You've been with me for so many years, you've seen everything, your body is fully mature." As he spoke, Master pinched my breasts again, "They're so big now."
"..." I swallowed hard. My master's hand kept moving and turning inside my vagina, my breasts trembling with each movement. He seemed to read my mind, stopping just as I was about to climax. After several repetitions, I was completely out of my mind.
"Do you want to be deflowered? Tell your master." The voice in my ear was still so seductive.
"Yes..." I sighed almost inaudibly.
"You're a bitch, I need to find you a male dog to breed with. Have you ever seen a male dog fuck a female dog? When a female dog bends over, a male dog can easily penetrate her. Male dogs are very strong, they can fuck for an hour or two at a time, perfect for a slut like you. You've been holding back for so long, it's time to satisfy your craving."
These words floated gently into my ears like a bolt from the blue. Unfortunately, my mind was scattered, and my body honestly reflected wave after wave of my overwhelming desire. I really wanted to be fucked by a strong, tall male dog for an hour or two. Hearing the voice in my heart, I was almost startled. Two tears welled up in my eyes without my noticing, but were immediately sealed by my master's lips.
"What's the big deal? After a couple of times, you'll know the benefits, you'll get addicted, and then you won't be able to live without my dog's dick. Like now, if I don't get my pussy wet for a few days, don't I feel uncomfortable all over? Hmm?"
My master said, his hands not idle. My legs had already spread apart without my noticing, as if a primal force was about to burst out. The squelching, muddy sounds were louder than the movie sound to me. No, it shouldn't just be me who felt this way. I felt a circle of onlookers slowly gathering around me, like sharks smelling blood. Obviously, what was happening offstage was more exciting than what was on screen, and it had only just begun.
"Do you dare to lift her skirt?" a lewd voice asked, full of hungry provocation. I actually secretly hoped my master would lift my skirt, to let them see my wet, hairy pussy.
Without a word, my master lifted my skirt with a whoosh, covering my face and exposing my entire lower body. My two pale legs were limply spread open, completely defenseless. I heard the faint panting sounds around me. "Damn!
" I recognized the voice as that of the lewd man who had suggested lifting my skirt. His voice was a mixture of jealousy and anger. "Naked!"
"
My pussy is soaking wet, dripping." My master seemed to be responding to him, or perhaps talking to himself, as he gently patted my pussy, the sound of water echoing crisply. My ears were burning red. "Let her air it out, you slut." "
Spread it open and let's see." It was that annoying, vulgar, lewd man again. You dare to challenge me?!
My master, however, smugly turned on his phone's flashlight, spreading my legs wide to reveal the babbling brook. I'd been seen naked again…
A rhythmic, heavy panting sound filled my ears, then silence fell. He released. Someone was masturbating right in front of me. No one cared what the movie was about anymore. I suddenly wished this darkness could last forever, so I could indulge my desires without worrying about who I was when the lights came on
. The movie was over. I clung to my master's arm, refusing to let him get up, a self-deceptive fear of being seen. I knew many people were waiting for the lights to come on so they could see me. My master sneered. Finally, when most people had left, he pulled me up from my seat. I was still huddled in his arm. He leaned down and whispered something in my ear, and I reflexively jerked away: "If you keep doing this, everyone will know it's you." Actually, no matter what I did, onlookers would recognize me immediately. I walked ahead with small, slippery steps, my unsteady gait a reminder of my wantonness. My master picked up an advertising flyer and, like a horse herding cattle, casually flicked my buttocks, reminding me of my walking rhythm. I blushed, too ashamed to look up. I felt countless eyes staring intently at my backside. My heart was tormented yet filled with pleasure; I felt like I was being torn apart.
My master, however, seemed to be deliberately slowing down this collective voyeurism, leaving me alone in the hallway to go to the bathroom. Almost simultaneously, a pair of leather shoes and a half-length pair of gray casual pants caught my lowered gaze.
"You've been played with like this. If it were me, I would have shaved all your pubic hair long ago."
"..."
"How much does he pay you a month? Were you a virgin when you were with him?"
"..." I swallowed hard. I knew his voice was very soft, inaudible to anyone but me, but my heart still pounded.
"How many times do you wade through water every day? You're always naked serving your master at home,
aren't you?" Although his words were flippant, his hands remained steadily in his pockets. I felt an overwhelming sense of shame, yet my ears still craved those lewd words.
Then I saw a pair of feet—my master's. I turned around, greeted my master with an open and shameless air
. "Fellow traveler, your slave is well-trained."
"You flatter me. She's not yet ready for gravitas."
"Seeing someone with similar tastes always makes me want to exchange ideas. Here's my business card. Let's make a friend."
"Oh, I'm dressed casually today, I didn't bring mine. It's not convenient to talk here. If you don't have any other plans, let's find another place to talk."
"That would be perfect!"
Two men walked ahead of me, and I followed behind with my head down, thinking, this is the world of master and slave. Slaves are like animals, judged, defiled, and subjected to nudity, all depending on the master's mood. A flesh slave, seen naked and thoroughly played with by hundreds of people, doesn't hurt the master's pride at all, as long as it's under the master's command. Leaving the erotic theater, my self-esteem returned somewhat. My
master and his companion chose a teahouse and ordered a private room. I stood tall and proud, my expression unchanged. My shame was fading faster and faster. We sat down, the host ordered tea, and a tea boy came to serve, but the host waved him away. I naturally took his place, kneeling on the cushion to pour tea for the two gentlemen. The steam rose, swirling and fragrant, as if enveloping us in another world.
After a few pleasantries, they eagerly got to the point. This guy is some kind of boss. I've noticed that most rich people are perverted. It's not that they're driven by lust after they've had enough to eat and wear, but rather that ordinary pleasures are too cloying for them. Their pleasure threshold is raised too high by silks and satins.
"How long have you been training this one? She's so obedient. Are you keeping her as a pet?"
"Not yet. I'll keep her after she finishes college. I've been training her since her freshman year, about three years now." My master especially loves to show off my education. The shame this education brings me far outweighs the embarrassment of exposing my genitals.
"Oh, a college student. No wonder. She has a gentle and graceful air about her, unlike those women who have lost their virginity. They're like bitches." "She
's still a virgin. When she was with me, she didn't even know how to masturbate. I taught her bit by bit." My master was full of pride, almost overflowing with it. "And walking her around too. At first, I walked her around in the yard, then I gradually walked her further away. Now she can even have sex with me naked in the wild."
"Haha, you've met a top-notch slave. W, you really know how to play." I could tell that the last sentence was a heartfelt exclamation from the leather shoes. "Hey, what type are you planning to train her into?"
"K9, a purebred female. We'll breed her with male dogs in the future."
"W, how long did it take you to tame her?"
"Less than a month, and I was already stripping her naked. Female dogs are like AV actresses; once they're off, they can't be put back on, and the content only gets more explicit. She used to struggle to walk her in the yard, but now she can't stand it if we don't walk her for a while. Right, Lulu?"
I blushed and nodded slightly.
"Haha, she even blushed. Not bad, not bad at all, W. How much weight has she gained? Do you keep track?" This was now completely a discussion about domestic livestock. The tone of voice towards me wasn't like the lewd behavior towards women at the theater entrance; it was more like the affectionate way one would treat low-intelligence livestock.
"Come on, let Mr. Xu inspect the goods. Take off your clothes, kneel down and lift your butt up." W is the type who can't handle praise; she gets all smug the moment someone compliments her. "I'm not exactly a pro, but I've gained over ten pounds, mostly in my breasts and shoulders."
I rolled up my clothes and tucked them into my collar, and rolled my skirt up around my waist. I pressed my forearms against the mat and lifted my butt high. Xu patted my butt and then grabbed my breast with one hand. "Hmm, your breasts are quite substantial, but your butt is a bit lacking."
"Well, you haven't been deflowered yet. Your breasts are just getting aroused; I didn't give them any hormones, but it still got them going. Once your butt is deflowered, it'll naturally get round after a while of fucking."

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