My Crazy Master

Sitting in the car, my mind was racing: I wondered what my master looked like, what I should do when I met him, and whether I could satisfy him… Anxiety, unease, nervousness, anticipation, and longing all intertwined. Halfway there, my master called, asking where I was. Hearing his magnetic voice, my heart melted, and my longing intensified. After getting out of the car, following his directions over the phone, I arrived at his house.
As I rang the doorbell and waited for the door to open, my heart pounded, wondering what the next scene would be. The door opened silently, and my master stood inside. I didn't dare look him in the eye, keeping my head down. Out of the corner of my eye, I felt him scrutinize me for a moment, then smile slightly. He stepped aside to let me in, and I followed him inside , head bowed.
He touched my face, smiling, and said, "Not bad." His smile and touch eased my tension. He went into the study and sat down in a tall chair. I followed him, involuntarily kneeling at his feet. Head bowed, I dared not look at my master. He lifted my chin, and only then could I see his face clearly: not handsome, but fair-skinned, with a small mustache, wearing black-rimmed glasses, very refined, exuding a scholarly air. In today's fashionable terms, I felt a connection with him; deep down, I had already accepted him as my master.
My master reached out and touched my breasts. Even through my clothes, I could feel the warmth and pressure—my most sensitive area. My heart pounded with nervousness, and I yearned for his next move. He slipped his hands inside my clothes, pinching and kneading my nipples. Ah—my arousal was instantly triggered; a jolt of electricity coursed through my brain. I couldn't help but close my eyes and moan softly. With each kneading motion of his hands, every nerve cell in my body focused there. It felt so good! My heart was burning, my mouth was parched, and my cunt was throbbing and tightening, involuntarily and shamelessly becoming wet…
My master noticed my desire, stopped what he was doing, and commanded: “Take off your clothes!” In front of a strange man, I became so obedient, as if I were born to submit to him and live to please him. I obediently stripped naked, kneeling before my master, my full, plump breasts, still firm despite having nursed, completely exposed to his gaze.
I blushed with shame and lowered my head. My master noticed my embarrassment, stood up, went to the kitchen, brought back a small bowl, placed it on the floor, and poured half a bowl of water: “Crawl over there and drink some water.” I obediently crawled to the bowl like a female dog, swaying my plump buttocks, and slowly sipped the water with my red tongue. The cool water soothed my burning throat, calmed my passion, and quickly allowed me to assume the role of a female dog.
After drinking the water, I crawled to my master's feet and knelt down. He grabbed my large breasts and began to fondle them. I knelt quietly at his feet, straightening my body, letting this man freely explore his private territory. At that moment, deep within me, besides desire, a sense of belonging and security welled up. From now on, I was my master's property, a bitch at his feet, his plaything.
Then, my master gestured for me to unbuckle his belt, but I was clumsy and couldn't do it. He unbuckled his belt himself, unzipped his pants, and a hard penis eagerly sprang out of his trousers. He wasn't wearing underwear. I impatiently took it into my mouth. Ah—it was so hot! I greedily licked my master's sacred object, enjoying the gift he bestowed upon me, feeling immensely honored. My breasts were being kneaded in my master's hands, his penis was thrusting in my mouth, and a feeling of pleasure flowed through our hearts. After playing with them for a while, my master got up, took out a box, opened it, and inside lay eight thin, long things. I couldn't help but scream, "No! No!" From childhood to adulthood, I've been most afraid of needles! My master was going to pierce me. My master commanded, "Kneel properly! Don't move!" Strangely, as soon as I heard my master's voice, I was like I was under a spell, involuntarily straightening my body and no longer swaying. My master took out a needle, lifted my breasts, and even a needle prick in my buttocks was terrifying, let alone such a sensitive area. Waaah... I closed my eyes tightly, my hands gripping my master's thighs tightly, all my muscles contracting. A sharp pain, "Ahhh!" I couldn't help but scream, the thin needle had pierced my snow-white skin, and after it went in, the pain subsided. My master picked up a second needle, and I still clung tightly to his thigh, feeling my long nails digging into his flesh. Despite my loud screams, he didn't hold back, and the second needle pierced my nipple! My nipples, once pampered, had never been treated like this.
After pricking my nipples, he made me stick my butt out high, and then! He! Pricked! My! Butt! Again! Another round of screaming and howling ensued, and several needles were pierced into my buttocks. My master took a few pictures, gloating, "My bitch has turned into a hedgehog!" Humph! Master, your thighs are probably covered in wounds too. But looking at my nipples and buttocks with needles stuck in them, it actually looks quite nice, and I like it too. My first experience of being pricked by needles ended in a bittersweet mix of pain and pleasure.
We played for a while, and then I needed to pee. My owner said, "Crawl over there!" I crawled to the bathroom, and my owner followed. "Lift your leg and pee on the floor!" Like a dog, I lifted my right leg to pee. Because I had held it in for so long, I peed for a long time, soaking a large area of the floor. My owner ordered me to lick the urine clean. I had never licked my own urine before, but my owner's orders were not to be disobeyed. I bent down and licked my own urine. At that moment, I felt completely like a female dog, willingly immersing myself in the animal world. This was a breakthrough for me! My owner captured the scene of me being a female dog with a camera.
After the bath, my owner had me insert an anal plug. I had used anal plugs before, but never had them used, so it was still very tight. My owner applied a lot of lubricant to my anus, then slowly pushed the anal plug in little by little until it finally went in. The anal plug felt tight inside my anus and intestines, a very satisfying feeling.
After inserting the anal plug, my master used tape to secure the power source to my back. Once dressed, I transformed into a dignified, elegant, and even somewhat alluring woman. Then, my master surprisingly suggested taking me out to eat. Oh, master, how could I go out looking like this? But I desperately wanted to experience eating with the anal plug in, so I obediently dressed and followed my master into the elevator. In the elevator, my master asked if the power was on. Yes, it was on, and the anal plug vibrated incessantly in my anus and rectum. I wondered if others could hear it.
The whole way, my attention was focused on the tiny anal plug. I felt different from everyone else, and afraid it would fall out, I had to contract my anus tightly. Actually, I knew it wouldn't fall out; it was just my imagination.
Finally, we arrived at the restaurant, and I quickly sat down, as if only then could I feel safe. My master could eat so much chili! Almost all the dishes he ordered had chili, which suited my taste perfectly. But at that moment, I felt the anal plug vibrating incessantly, causing my anus to contract repeatedly, and also stirring up my pent-up desire. Although I was very hungry, I had no appetite for food; I just wanted to finish quickly, get back to the house, and release my overflowing passion. My master ate with relish, and I wondered: Does my master have a taste for the extreme when he's training me?
After dinner, it was past 8 pm. I went back to the house with my master, who ordered me to take off all my clothes, kneel down, and stick my buttocks up high. My not-so-large, rather thick, dark brown vulva was completely exposed to my master. How had I become so degrading!
My master took out a data cable and started whipping my buttocks, asking me as he did so: Why were you late? The thin data cable whipped my buttocks, burning with pain, a pain that went straight to my bones—something I had never experienced before. I screamed and cursed the person who invented the data cable. Soon, bright red marks appeared on my fair buttocks. My owner comforted me, saying that it was okay and the marks would disappear soon.
The master then took out a purple electric anal plug, about 35 centimeters long, with 11 beads, each larger than a pigeon egg, arranged on it. Although my anus had been plugged before, it wasn't frequently used, so it quickly contracted back. The master applied lubricant to my buttocks and slowly inserted his finger into my anus. My anus was tight, and the finger hurt a little when it went in. The master rhythmically thrust in and out a few times, and surprisingly, the pain subsided; instead, it felt very pleasurable—a feeling I had never experienced before. So, anal pleasure could exist! I couldn't help but moan softly. The master then slowly inserted the anal plug into my anus. With the initial stimulation from the finger, inserting the plug wasn't as tense or painful. All 11 beads were successfully inserted. The master turned on the power, and a tingling sensation spread through my anus as I felt the plug expanding. The master then took out an AV vibrator and stimulated my clitoris and labia. I couldn't take it anymore! The numbness that went all the way down to the soles of my feet was unbearable. "My feet are so numb, I can't take it anymore!" I cried out, writhing my body. My master touched my pussy: "Why is it so wet? You're such a slut!" Yes, the dignified and reserved me of the past was gone. I had become a shameless, completely uninhibited slutty bitch, a doll that didn't belong to me, but to my master.
My master inserted two fingers into my lustful pussy, stirring them back and forth. Ah, my pussy was full of lustful fluid, making squelching sounds. I writhed and moaned at my master's feet, forgetting shame and restraint, completely transformed into a wanton bitch. My master inserted a third and a fourth finger, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Ah~~ Ah~~! I felt like I was about to completely lose my memory, my mind blank, begging my master to go faster, faster. At that moment, I felt my vagina was completely filled, so full there wasn't a single gap. It turned out my master had inserted all five of his fingers! I felt like I was about to fly, my body burning, my heart calling out to my master's hands: Come in, come in quickly, empty me! Take me flying! Then, I felt myself ejaculate, I reached orgasm, I don't know if it was vaginal fluid or urine. I happily hugged my master's feet and kissed them.
That night, lying in bed with my master, we talked about our experiences with discipline. On a whim, my master pressed my head between his legs and thrust his thick penis directly into my mouth. I held his sacred object, licking and sucking. His testicles were so round and adorable; I took both of them into my mouth in one gulp, they rolled around inside. My master's penis, held in my hand, felt increasingly hard. The master rolled over, made me kneel on the bed, and shoved his sacred object into my mouth, thrusting it in and out. Suddenly, with a burst of force, the iron rod went all the way down my throat, causing me to gag and gag, tears and snot streaming down my face.
The master pressed me down on the bed, lifted my buttocks, and made me crawl on the bed like a dog. He was going to insert his huge iron rod into my anus! I had never experienced anything like this before. Seeing the thick penis, I was terrified and kept saying, "No, no!" The master said, "Relax, don't be nervous." I begged him to go slower, and he slowly, little by little, entered and took over. I felt a lot of pain, like my anus was being torn apart. After all, a penis is not like a finger or a glans; it's much thicker! Suddenly, the master exerted force, and the penis was completely inserted into my anus. I screamed, "Ah! Don't move!" After a moment, the pain slowly disappeared, and I felt the heat of the master's penis.
Once inside, the pain subsided. My master began to slowly thrust, and gradually, my anus felt full. He increased his speed, and ahhh, a wave of pleasure surged from my lower body all the way to my brain. I couldn't help but cry out! So this is what anal penetration feels like! As my master's frequency increased, the pleasure intensified, and my cries grew louder. My master then thrust his burning, sacred member into my mouth, so violently, so deeply, that tears and snot flowed again. And so, my master alternated between his two orifices, and I forgot everything. My mind was blank, with only one thought: "I want it! I want it! I want more!" I moaned and writhed beneath my master, wishing he would fuck me to death. Suddenly, I felt a heat in my anus; my master had bestowed his most precious thing upon me. My anus had been completely opened by my master. After showering
, lying in my master's arms, he held me close. I felt incredibly happy, not wanting dawn to break. I just wanted to be played with and pampered like this by my master. This must be the feeling of sadomasochism.

The next

morning, we decided to cook at home. I volunteered to go grocery shopping. The owner gave me detailed directions to the supermarket and ordered me not to wear underwear, but to wear an anal plug instead. I put on a black gauze skirt, wore black stockings without underwear, and with the anal plug, I looked presentable as I went out to buy groceries. Alas, those stockings were so uncooperative! They kept slipping down as I walked. I kept pulling them up, attracting stares from passersby—it was so embarrassing! Finally, I reached the supermarket, intending to take them off in the restroom. But, as if deliberately messing with me, the supermarket didn't have a restroom. I had to walk while constantly pulling the stockings down outside my skirt. With my hands full, how was I supposed to buy groceries? I was desperate! I decided to take them off!
I went to a corner shelf and, when no one was looking, quickly took off the stockings and put them in my basket. Hehe, how clever of me! Finally, I solved a huge problem! I was wearing a long black gauze dress, my buttocks bare, with an anal plug inserted, wandering around the supermarket. I don't know if it was because my dress was pretty, or if it was just my imagination, or if it was psychological, but I felt like everyone was staring at me. I quickly bought a few groceries and ran away. After buying the groceries and leaving the supermarket, I got lost. On the way in, I was so focused on my stockings that I didn't pay attention to the route. Sigh, it's all the stockings' fault. I had to call my mistress. She laughed at me for being so stupid, getting lost so close. Under her guidance, I finally got home.
When I got home, she wouldn't let me put on any clothes. She made me kneel on the bay window, spreading my legs. She inserted a speculum into my body, and as the labia opened, she must have seen the entire depths of my vagina. She stretched my vagina to its maximum and then pointed the camera lens inside. In later photos, I saw my uterus.
After examining my internal structure, my master removed the speculum and ordered me to politely fetch the banana from the coffee table. I crawled to the living room, where two large bananas were on the table. I picked one up and crawled towards my master. The banana was probably overripe, about to fall off its stem and onto the floor. My master told me to put the large banana in my mouth, fetch it, and place it in his hand. My master smiled and asked, "Want to eat it?" Bananas were one of my favorite fruits: "Yes." "Where do you want to eat it?" I replied lewdly, "Both up and down."
My master inserted a stainless steel anal plug into my anus, then inserted the banana into my vagina. It was such a large banana; my vagina felt full, but cold and lacking warmth. My master held the banana and moved it in and out of my vagina, sometimes rotating it left and right. With the anal plug in my back and the banana in my front, my lower orifice was completely blocked. My master seemed to enjoy seeing the banana inside my body; he was having a great time. The poor banana was soon tortured beyond recognition.
My master picked up a leather paddle and began to whip my buttocks and back hard. I enjoy spanking, so the whipping wasn't too painful, within my tolerance. But just then, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my buttocks. I turned around and saw that my master had somehow produced a stainless steel fork, which was stabbing my buttocks repeatedly. My master was treating my buttocks like char siu!
Because I had just been beaten, the skin on my buttocks was even more sensitive, and even the slightest scratch from the fork's tiny point felt incredibly painful. My buttocks seemed to have become food on my master's table, being carelessly stabbed and played with by him. Sometimes, my master would hold the fork lightly, just grazing my skin like a lover's caress, and other times he would suddenly stab down hard, as if trying to pierce my buttocks.
My master's actions aroused my desire again. I begged my master to pierce me. My master took out thin silver needles. This time, I was not so afraid. I told myself: relax, relax, and kept adjusting my breathing. My muscles relaxed and it didn't hurt as much as the first time. My master stuck all eight needles into my big buttocks. Looking at my red buttocks covered with silver needles, it was so beautiful. I must do it again next time.
My master ordered me to kneel on the ground, then peeled the banana that had been played with inside me until it was swollen and bruised, threw it on a plate, and ordered me to eat it. Looking at the horribly disfigured banana, normally I would never have eaten it, but now, I was kneeling in front of the plate, eating with relish. My master said stop, then used his foot to process, crush, and stir the banana on the plate. He lifted his foot and made me lick his banana-covered toes. So fragrant! So sweet! This was the best banana I had ever eaten in my life. As I ate, my master slapped my buttocks, and as I ate, I wiggled my buttocks. Everything felt so natural, completely unlike the proud and arrogant me, the competitive me. I had become a docile, lowly bitch at my master's feet.
After I finished the banana, my master led me to the bathroom and made me kneel upright. He took out his penis and told me to open my mouth wide. I opened my mouth wide and waited quietly. Then, a stream of clear water gushed from his penis and shot directly into my mouth. Ah, that was the holy water my master bestowed upon me! I had never drunk it before, and the holy water flowed out of my mouth. My master commanded, "Swallow it!" I hesitated for a moment, then tried swallowing a mouthful. It wasn't as bad as I had imagined, and my master praised me for being good.
After drinking the holy water, my master made me take a bath. After the bath, my master put a dog leash and shackles on me and led me to the kitchen. A female dog with shackles was starting to prepare the ingredients for cooking. My master hugged me from behind and stroked my breasts. I felt the tenderness in my master's eyes beyond his strict discipline.
My owner's cooking was delicious. After dinner, I had to go home, but I was so reluctant to leave him. I could see the reluctance in his eyes. He called to ask about the last bus time. I stayed close to him, not wanting to be apart for even a minute. He went online, and I sat beside him. He showed me his work and told me about his experiences. Time flew by. Suddenly, he said that Curly-haired Girl was coming. It was my first time meeting him, but I wasn't familiar with Curly. It would be awkward if she came. I was reluctant to see her. My owner said, "You'll get to know her after you meet her. If you really don't want her to come, I won't let her." I could read his thoughts in his eyes. He actually wanted her to come. After all, I'm his dog. His happiness is my happiness. As long as he's happy, I'm happy too.
Around 5 pm, Curly-haired Girl arrived. She's a well-behaved girl. I didn't feel any aversion to her; on the contrary, I felt a sense of closeness. He told us to chat for a while while he went to buy me a ticket for the 11 pm bus back. This way, we'd have a few hours together.
But fate had other plans. A little while later, my owner returned, looking rather downcast. She pulled out the train ticket she'd bought for me—a ticket for the 7 o'clock train, with no other tickets available. This meant I had to leave right now. How I longed to leave my owner! How I wanted to serve him alongside Curly-haired Sister and make him happy! I gritted my teeth, made a tough decision, and decided to ask for half a day off, leaving the next morning. My owner was immediately delighted.
We both naturally knelt at his feet. He inserted anal beads and plugs into our anuses, making the two female dogs crawl side-by-side. This was my first time playing with another female dog. I was both eager to see how my owner would play with her and terrified that he wouldn't play with me. My owner used a leather paddle to forcefully whip our buttocks in turn. Curly-haired Sister let out a scream, looking at my owner with mournful eyes. I was alright; my tolerance was stronger, and I only groaned softly.
Later, my owner used the paddle to rapidly whip my buttocks and back, the speed feeling like a storm. A series of crackling sounds, like bean pods bursting, filled the air. Soon, my buttocks and back were red from the whipping, thankfully much better than the data cable. I love spanking; my master's whipping gave me satisfaction.
My master gestured for me and Curly to come over and pull down his pants. We each took one of his trouser legs and bit down hard. Curly was very skilled; she was clearly used to this. My master's sacred object stood proudly before us. Curly eagerly licked it, while I knelt beside him. My master used his toes to pinch our nipples. My nipples were larger, and he easily pinched them. Curly's breasts were round and full, with small, rosy nipples; it took him several tries to pinch them. My master pinched our nipples and pulled hard, stretching them out quite a bit, as if they were about to detach from their mothers. Then, my master used his soles to stomp and knead my breasts. Under his feet, my breasts were like dough, sometimes flattened, sometimes rounded.
We were completely reduced to toys at our master's feet.
The curly-haired girl licked our master's penis in pain, whimpering. Seeing that I wouldn't lick his penis with her, our master put a metal gag on me and shoved his hot, hard member straight into my mouth, down my throat, making me cry and snot stream down my face. While inserting it, he cursed, "I told you to use it as a mouth, but you won't; you only like using it as a cunt." Only then did I realize that whether it's a cunt or a mouth, a female dog's mouth is just a container for our master's semen and holy water.
Our master ordered me to lie on my back and took out the jelly he'd made me buy at the supermarket that morning. He originally wanted me to buy the square kind, so his cunt would eat jelly, but I reflexively associated anything resembling his penis with discipline, so I bought jelly shaped like bananas, mangoes, and corn (I felt so lewd). After buying it, our master praised my imagination. The master inserted two long-handled jelly candies into my vagina. He used them to thrust in and out of my body, the small bumps on the plastic packaging stinging my vagina painfully. But I couldn't bear to beg him to stop; the stimulation from the jelly made me moan incessantly.
The master ordered the curly-haired girl to use the long handles of the jelly candies to spread my vagina apart. He then inserted countless fingers, the jelly candies and his fingers completely filling the space inside my vagina, and desire completely consumed my heart. The curly-haired girl used the jelly candies, and the master used his hands, constantly stirring and thrusting into my lustful vagina. I completely lost control, screaming loudly, my vaginal fluids flowing freely. A few clicks were heard, and the master had the curly-haired girl take pictures of my wet, slutty vagina with a camera. He lay on the ground, his face contorted with lewdness; he must have looked awful.
The master commanded the curly-haired girl to crawl over and lick my nipples. She obediently came over, her tongue light and soft, gently licking my nipples, as if tiny insects were crawling on them, tickling me. I covered my face, feeling incredibly embarrassed. I had never before been so openly exposed to another woman, had my nipples licked, or seen another woman's private parts so closely. I was both ashamed and craving to be seen; in the humiliation, I felt a strange pleasure of exposure. At that moment, I also longed to see the curly-haired girl's virgin vagina and to suckle her rosy nipples.
Seeing how obedient she was, the master rewarded her by letting her lick his penis. The curly-haired girl knelt between his legs, serving him with her soft tongue, occasionally glancing up at him. It was clear the master was enjoying the female dog's oral service. The master also had me capture the image of the curly-haired girl's slutty, wanton appearance. The two female dogs thoroughly enjoyed their master's bounty, and the master also derived pleasure from them. A strict yet tender master, two obedient female dogs—what a harmonious and joyful scene! This was our blissful BDSM Eden!
Time flew by. The curly-haired girl finished her bath and left. The master was tired, and at that moment, I became his best footrest. I lay at his feet, and while he surfed the internet, he stepped on my soft, yielding body. We both felt completely relaxed. How happy and honored I was to use my body to relieve my master's fatigue!
After resting for a while, the master quickly regained his energy. He made me lie down, raising my buttocks. I felt an iron rod thrusting straight into my clitoris. The master was truly powerful, sometimes penetrating my clitoris, sometimes thrusting into my anus, moving in and out of my vagina and anus, like a farmer diligently cultivating his own plot of land. Although it was hard work, it was so pleasant, so free! Under my master's fierce attack, I had long since surrendered, my body limp and my mind blank. At this moment, my master commanded me to open my mouth, and I felt a warm stream rush into my throat. My master bestowed upon me my precious semen, which was truly the finest nectar in the world.
Two days was a short time, but it was so unforgettable, so cherished. From my owner, I rediscovered that long-lost feeling of complete relaxation, utter self-forgetfulness, and unbridled release. My life is wonderful because of my owner. My owner, in bestowing happiness upon me, also received happiness.
I don't know how far forever is, but I will cherish every moment with my owner, cherish every training session, and under their guidance, be a happy dog. I look forward to the next training session.

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