On the west wall, there was a huge mirror, and I twisted my head to see that the owner in the mirror was so sexy, so tender. The master was sitting on a chair in his pajamas, as if he were a statue. My master’s eyes gazed at me, naked, that gaze, revealing deep affection, revealing love. My master’s hands, skeletal and very handsome, were soothing my hair, and from time to time I twisted my head in order to kiss my master’s penis, which was exposed outside the hem of my nightgown.
Being deeply in love for many years, my master has never been more compassionate to me, and I am deeply in love with my master. My master is my life, my sun, the lover I will always follow and serve. I withdrew my gaze, my master’s manhood was hard and erect, like an erect pillar of heaven. My tongue gently licked and lubricated it with my lips from time to time, I could feel the warmth of my Master’s manhood, and likewise, I could feel my Master’s pleasure.
I savored the scent of my master’s body. As my master’s manhood jiggled, I sped up my sucking and moisturizing, my head constantly shaking, and the chains holding the collar clattered and clattered, as if it were the music of our joyous intercourse. My master pushed my head away and withdrew his manhood from my mouth, and I still followed, fondly, after the object that had haunted me.
The master laughed and said, Little baby, your bottom is in a hurry, and it’s time for me to make you hurt and feel good. My master took me by the chain on my collar and pulled me over to that mirror and put my face in front of it. I crouched on my hands and puckered my white ass like a dog. By this time, my pussy was so wet that my two fat pussy lips were quivering, waiting to be invaded, waiting to be invaded by my master.
My master stood behind me, one hand holding the chains that held me in place and one hand stroking my moist pussy. I couldn’t help but moan, so a tingling sensation made it hard to suppress my sexual urges, it was as if I felt like I was walking on a cloud, floating in bliss, this was my time of bliss. The master’s hand still has a restrained movement, in my shaved white pussy movement, the master said: this just shaved pubic hair, how to leak out again?
I moaned and shook my hips, it was really like a bitch in heat. I begged: Master, please come inside me, I want to be one with you. My master smiled at my eagerness and pulled his hand out of my pussy, gently slapping my ass a few times, as if the dam of lust had been flooded again, the masochistic factor in my body once again heightened my sexual pleasure, and I moaned even more uncontrollably.
My Master’s manhood was also firm, and it moved with ease into my pussy, which was opening and closing regularly to accommodate his entry. When my Master’s manhood was fully inside my moist and slippery pussy, I felt a sense of fulfillment, not only in my body, but also in my spirit.
My master loosened the chains in his hands and crouched his hands on my crotch as if he were a general, and I was the warhorse that the general drove. The chain slid down my neck, and as my master entered and jerked, the bursts of pleasure seemed to surge out of me like waves of shock, and I moaned loudly, shaking my head vigorously, and the chain trembled with my shaking. I inclined my head and took the chain in my mouth to stifle my moan-
My pussy took the constant pounding of my Master as he jerked violently behind me. This pounding was one of love, one of the true meaning of humanity. I loved this pounding as much as I loved the love. Even more than that, I wanted this pounding, this love, to last my whole life and never end-
Snuggled in my master’s arms, I felt happy and collapsed, feeling a sense of belonging and ease. My master’s shoulders were broad and elastic, the standard man’s shoulders, which implied strength and warmth. My body was soft and supple, polished and often described by my master as a sexy mermaid. My master’s arms wrapped around me in what he called, in his words, a beautiful embrace.
The bedroom light is dense and peaceful, the combination of the stereo, is trying to try to play a slow music. When my master and I both reached orgasm, spread on the floor, my favorite thing to hear is the master murmured words: Zhao, my little Zhao, I love you. That was the master’s voice from the bottom of his heart, an absolutely unadulterated expression. And I can only reply: Master, I also love you, I would like to be your slave forever.
After washing, my master led me to the bed and untied the chain that was attached to my collar. I looked at my master’s lower body, which was already drooping, gently stroked it with my hand, and said, “Master, do you still want to tie me up?
The master looked down and kissed me and said, Where do you think?
I sat on my knees in front of my master, put my hands behind my back and said, Master, please bind the slave.
From beside the pillows on the bed, my master drew a red cord, and the sight of it gave me a tingling sensation in my lower body, as if the cord were a part of my body. My master passed the rope through the iron ring at the back of my collar, and then at my upper arms, wrapped it twice, knotted it, and then pulled it forward and began to bind my petite breasts. Under the rope binding, my breasts began to stand up and had the appearance of two bulging hills. I looked down, and my face began to burn, and I could feel my breath catching.
After binding my breasts, my master was about to pull the remaining ropes behind my back, instead of binding my two forearms and wrists. This is a kind of improvement that my master has made after binding me many times, so that I still have some freedom in my hands, and can keep my body balance as much as possible, moreover, if I am bound in this way, after a night’s sleep, my arms won’t become numb due to the non-returning of blood to the circle.
During the process of binding me, I could feel my master’s arousal, and my master’s manhood began to firm up and rub against my body from time to time. At the same time, my body was feeling it, and I squinted my eyes and moaned softly under my breath, savoring the taste of being abused.
With the clatter, clatter of chains, I knew that my master had brought out the shackles that I had to wear every night, a pair of stainless steel shackles that weighed over nine pounds. My master’s hand caught my kneeling ankle, and I could feel the coolness of the shackle on my skin, and with a click, the shackle was placed on my ankle, followed by the other –
Master lay on his back on the bunk, smiling and looking at me, at me, the bound and shackled slave, with that erect manhood standing tall and proud. I moved my kneeling knees, dragging the shackles on my feet, and moved up to my Master’s body, bending down, bringing my little mouth to my Master’s manhood, slowly moistening and sucking on it as if it were a delicacy for me, the slave.
My master closed his eyes and enjoyed himself, letting out a moan or two from time to time, and I served even harder, as was my, a slave’s duty. I knew that my master’s happiness was my happiness, and in the same way, my happiness was my master’s happiness. My master was pleasurably enjoying himself, and his manhood was gradually getting bigger and thicker under my teasing. I peeked over and saw that my master had lost all dignity as a master, as if he was a newborn in love for the first time.
I smiled, trying to play a joke on my master. I withdrew my tongue that was licking and flicking my master’s manhood and rubbed my two rows of teeth against his manhood a few times –
As my teeth ground together, my master, who was lying on his back enjoying himself, screamed exaggeratedly. I raised my head and asked with some gloating, What’s wrong, master, what are you screaming about?
The master reached out, pinched my tiny nose, and said, You want to murder your own husband, see how I can fix you.
I put on a scared expression and tried desperately to break away from my master’s hand that was pinching my nose, saying, Slave doesn’t dare, slave didn’t mean to do it, please chastise me, master.
All right. The master says: Tell me, then, how will the murder of a husband be criminalized-
My brain turned and said: According to the ancient law, murdering one’s own husband will be sentenced to riding a wooden donkey and parading in the street and death by lynching.
The master pinched my nose hard and said viciously, Then you say, how will I chastise you?
Looking at my master’s demeanor, I couldn’t help but want to laugh, only my nose was pinched by my master and sore, where could I still laugh. I tilted my face and said: slave really didn’t mean to do it, please master forgive me, if master wants to chastise me, please master love me, use your phallus, violating slave’s lower body vigorously.
My master laughed, loosened his pinch on my nose and said, No shame, you just got penetrated and you still want it.
I crouched over my Master’s body, and with my unbound hands, I took hold of his firm manhood, and said, No? No? No? The slave just wants to, every day, all the time, to think of my Master’s big bird thrusting into me.
In fact, as I say these words, I am not in any discomfort. My master is my favorite, and I am my master’s pet, and in my master’s dealings with me, we have abandoned any hypocrisy, any pretense, and we are immersed in the game of love, and we are happy, heart to heart.
The master said: There are no rules. You murdered your own husband, a capital offense can be waived, but a living offense is hard to forgive. This master will sentence you to pretend to be a bitch for one day to honor the others.
I snuggled into my master’s arms, shook my body and pampered myself, saying, Slave accepts my master’s chastisement, but, tonight I want to sleep with my master. Tomorrow, I’ll pretend to be Master’s bitch again, is that okay?
Master shook his head, feeling helpless at my pampering, and reached out to gather me in his arms, saying, All right, all right. I’ll sleep with my little slave in my arms today.
Seeing that my master had agreed to my request, my heart was very happy, tonight I could sleep in my master’s wide, warm embrace again, without having to drag the chain like a bitch, wearily curved in the basement or at my master’s feet. I crouched on my master’s chest and stuck out my tongue, licking his chest gently, as gentle as a cat. I knew that my master liked my licking as much as I did.
Sure enough, my master’s arms around me held me tighter, and I lifted my shackled legs a little to clamp my master’s manhood to my pussy. I liked this kind of posture, in my consciousness it was as if that piece of my master’s manhood was originally a part of my body, and I only felt full and pleasured when it was inserted or clamped by me.
Master’s hand gently patted my back, and the compassionate situation touched me. I was enjoying happiness in my master’s arms, and at the same time, in my heart, I was secretly swearing that I would listen to my master’s words and be a good slave. No matter what my master asks me to do, I will do it, I want to make my master happy, let my master love me.
Thinking of the chastisement that my master will inflict on me tomorrow, my face reddened a little, and at the same time, in my heart, there was an expectation. Because, I know that every time my master chastises me, he will love me a little more. Thinking of my nakedness, not being able to stand up, only being able to get up like a dog, thinking of the jingling bells that will be hung on my collar and nipples, and especially thinking of the real dog’s tail that will be inserted into my anus, my lower body gradually got wet again-!
When I woke up, my master was already up, and the bed was empty beside me, leaving only my master’s body odor. With my unbound hands, I braced myself against the bed, slowly lifted myself up, and got out of bed. Perhaps it was the sound of the chains of the shackles, dragging on the floor, that startled my master, who asked in the kitchen: Xiao Zhao, are you awake? You wait, I will be ready soon.
I went to the door of the kitchen, and saw that my master had already fried eggs and warmed milk, and set them on the table. I quickly said, “Master, these jobs should be done by slaves, how can I labor master-
My master sassafrased his hands with a towel, walked over to me, kissed me, and then said, Let’s make an exception today.
I smiled, knowing that this had to be my master’s trick. Every time, before my master prepares to punish or temper me, he treats me exceptionally well and pampers me, and this time is no exception. Thinking about my master’s words last night, thinking about my master’s decision to sentence me to be a bitch for a day, and looking at my master’s behavior now, I understood everything.
I leaned against the wooden door of the kitchen, shook my bound body and said, Please also untie my slave, and when my slave comes out of the bathroom, then I will properly receive my master’s punishment and be a good bitch.
My master laughed, bending down and picking me up in one hand and heading for the bathroom, the stainless steel shackles on my feet just naturally dangled and the chains clattered.
In the bathroom room, I struggled to get down from my master’s embrace, but who knew that my master stopped my struggle and instead held me in front of his body, and with two hands copied my legs, so I was held like a baby by my master. My head was leaning on my master’s chest, my face was a little hot, I could see my two white legs being stretched out at the flat end of my master’s body, and I could see the iron shackles on my feet swaying.
Master, slave can’t pee like this-I said in shame.
The master didn’t say anything, holding me and unscrewing the faucet next to me, the water rushed out, the sound of that water stirred up my urge to poop, and then the master whistled again, gently and softly, as if I was really an unintelligent infant being held by an adult to urinate.
Urine finally gushed out, like a silvery water injection shooting forward into the area, and I hastily raised my legs to guard against it shooting over the chains of my ankle shackles. My master’s hand also went down to touch my labia, to touch my urethra, tickling and crunching. I forced myself to hold back and said in a rush, Master, no, dirty-
The master’s hand touched me at my lower body and said, “Haha, how can it be? The child’s urine is the best on earth, how can it be dirty, besides, it is a virgin like you, it is even more holy.
I shook my ass in shy pussy and said to my master, Master, well, please put the slave down.
My master’s hand continued down and touched my asshole bud, brought his head close to my ear and said softly, This place hasn’t been cleaned yet which.
I shook my head and said, Slaves don’t want to right now.
That’s not good, we have to pretend to be a bitch in a while, we have to insert the tail here, how can we not clean it up now? The master’s hand continued to touch while saying gently.
I leaned my head into my master’s arms, closed my eyes, and said, Master, is it okay not to stick my tail in?
No way. The master said, “You murdered your own husband, you should have ridden a wooden donkey and been executed by lynching. Now that my master has extended his kindness, you do not bow down and thank me, but you even make conditions. Besides, it’s ugly to be a dog with a bald tail.
Seeing that there was no room for accommodation, I didn’t insist; anyway, a guest doesn’t bother two hosts, so I had to follow my host’s advice.
After defecating, my master turned on the shower, my arms still bound and untied. The warm water drenched down from a great height, spilling onto my skin in a very pleasant way. My master carefully tried sassafras for me, and I was as passive as a doll, accepting my master’s service and love. This kind of moment, is my happiest time, it makes me deeply intoxicated, intoxicated by the master’s hands, mixed with warm water flowing through my whole body.
Breakfast, too, was fed to me by my master, and I sat at the table, my feet locked in stainless steel shackles, my white breasts and arms bound with red ropes, and a black collar around my high neck, as if I were a captive princess. And the owner, sitting next to me, smiling, demurely serving breakfast into my mouth. Like a responsible man, specifically, a lover, a husband or a father, anyway, the man I had in mind was something like my master.
I instinctively devoured my master’s feedings, the situation, well-behaved. I knew that what my master liked most was my well-behaved character, and so, no matter what time of day it was, I was a well-behaved slave. Master looked at me and smiled, while I also squinted my eyes in between swallowing, lewdly pampering myself towards Master, and from time to time, sticking out my tongue and making kissing gestures.
My master smiled and took the milk in his mouth and brought it to my mouth, and I hastily raised my head and opened my little mouth to receive my master’s grace. The sweet milk flowed through my mouth, followed by my master’s tongue, which met mine. The warmth of happiness flowed all over my body, but unfortunately, my arms were still bound and I couldn’t take my master in my arms, so I could only straighten my body and rub my breasts against my master’s torso.
I sat on my knees in front of my master, as docile as an obedient bitch. The master lovingly untied the ropes that bound my arms and breasts, and then, stretching out his hands, tenderly stroked the traces left by the bondage on my body, with a degree of care that was as if he were caressing a piece of exquisite jade. Then, my master turned behind me, crouched down, and unlocked the shackles on my feet, placing them beside me.
My master rubbed my hair and asked, “Are you really willing to be a bitch for twenty-four hours without complaining?
Yes, I replied. I replied that I would be my master’s bitch without any complaints.
The master said, “If you become a bitch, you will no longer be able to stand and walk, and you will no longer speak human language.
I nodded and said, slave can do it, slave loves being a bitch, please master dress slave up.
My master kissed me first, and then took out two smaller copper bells, and with red silk thread, carefully tied them to my two nipples. As soon as my master’s hands tied the brass bells to my nipples, my two breasts began to harden and rise, and my body, inexplicably, became aroused, as if I was born with a masochistic nature, and all of this was what I loved and looked forward to.
Immediately after that, my master took out two bigger copper bells, which I knew were ornaments attached to the collar around my neck, that is, the symbol of a bitch. I also knew that when these two bells were attached to my collar, my identity would be that of my master’s bitch, and that no matter what my body did, these two bells would jingle, reminding me of my status as a bitch. At the same time, I knew that when I put on these bells, my identity would change from slave to bitch, and I would no longer be able to stand and walk, and no longer be able to speak human language.
I laid my hands on the ground, stretched out my slender neck, and allowed my master to hang the two jingling copper bells above my collar. When my master had finished hanging them, I shook my head, and the two bells rang merrily, clear and pleasant to the ear. The master slapped my buttocks and said, “Don’t you thank the master for the reward-
I shook my buttocks, mouth woof, woof – the call twice, even this slight movement, are driven by the collar and breasts on the copper bells jingling ringing. The master laughed, and took took two more knee pads, put them on my right and left knees, I knew that was the master’s love for me, but also a kind of protection, so that even if I kneeled and crawled for a long time, my knees wouldn’t feel any pain or discomfort.
The stainless steel shackles were put on my ankles again, but this time not only my feet were shackled, but my two wrists were also chained by my master, only the chains on my wrists were much shorter and not so heavy. For the convenience of crawling, my master used a chain to connect the chains on my wrists with the chains on my shackles. In this way, when I was crawling, I could pull the shackles on my feet with a lift of my hand.
It was only at last that my master took out my last ornament, a real dog’s tail. Only this dog’s tail, was processed by the master, the front end is a section of transparent silicon, its inner hollow, there is a sphere, not only to facilitate the master’s insertion, but also will not easily slip, besides the hollow structure, does not impede the flow of gas in my body. Behind the silicon is the dog’s tail, black and hairy.
There was a kind of fear in my heart at the sight of that object. I remember when my master first inserted that dog’s tail into me, every time, my asshole was stretched raw and hot, and I wasn’t able to move with much ease. Of course, after many insertions, my asshole has been able to accept it very easily, but the pain in the past still makes me have a fear of this dog’s tail.
My master put the silicon body of the tail into my air and made me chatter. Then, he ran his hand over my asshole bud, which had contracted and dried up due to tension, and applied some glycerin to it, i.e., he started rubbing it. In a few moments, my asshole relaxed under my master’s rubbing, and he removed the tail that was covered in my mouth, which was covered in my saliva. Master brought it up to my anal opening and inserted it with ease and comfort-
The moment my master inserted his tail into my asshole, I let out an ah, as is still customary, and then I felt my anus fill up and begin to contract. I crouched down and wagged my tail in gratitude to my master, while the bells on my collar and nipples rang in a lewdness that knew no bounds.
My master slapped my ass and said, Okay, now our bitches can exercise.
I opened my mouth and barked twice, woof, woof-, and then, stretching out my limbs, I dragged the chains on my hands and feet around my master twice, and the situation was just like a real pet dog around its master. Only that I, the costumed pet dog, was going to look even harder, after all, the shackles on my hands and feet were going to restrict my freedom and increase my burden.
The master looked at the wall clock and said, Take good care of your body, and this time tomorrow will be the moment of your freedom.
I looked up as well and woof, woof-ed twice as a response to my master.
My master had dressed and tied his tie, dashing like a prince, and held his briefcase between his armpits. I know, master to work to go, to leave my field of vision, I do not want to head in the master’s legs rubbing, an intimate gesture. My master took a thick felt pad and placed it in front of the computer desk in the study, and led me there, where I knew that it would be my shelter.
I reclined on the felt cushion and put the shackles on my arms and legs in place, like a good bitch, and I did my best to recline to avoid the contact of the tail on my ass against the felt cushion. My master pulled a book from the shelf and placed it in front of me, saying, You are a cultured bitch, read a book while I’m gone, and save yourself the loneliness and thoughts of me.
I barked twice to thank my master for his concern. I knew that it was Ms. Li Yinhe’s “Subculture of Sadomasochism”, which my master and I loved to read, and its elegant cover implied a lot of content, especially the second half of the appendix of Mr. Wang Xiaobo’s translation of “The Story of O”, which is a classic of sadomasochism literature.
My master crouched down and kissed me on the lips before tweaking the bell bolted to my nipple with his hand, causing it to make a nice sound before he smiled with satisfaction before he walked out of the room –
I saw my master’s figure disappear out the door, and I heard the sound of my master locking the door, first the door to the room, and then the steel grill-like security door. Now I was alone in the room, no, a dog, a bitch draped in chains and bells. I reclined on the felt cushion my master had placed, flipping aimlessly through the pages of a book in my hands, my mind nostalgic for him-
The master is my middle school classmate, can also be said to be a childhood friend. I remember that the acquaintance with the master is also a coincidence, just as the saying goes: fish looking for fish, shrimp looking for shrimp. In the vast sea of people, to get a friend like the master as a lifelong partner, is also a kind of happiness for us.
When I was in middle school, I became fascinated with bondage and bondage. At that time, I was physically attracted to these scenes and depictions in movies and books, and every time I saw one of these scenes, I felt my body heat up and had a kind of pleasure. I sometimes fantasized that it was I who was bound and fettered, shackled, imprisoned, escorted in a dark prison, in a horrible penal colony-
So, consciously or unconsciously, I always liked to put my hands behind my back, as if bound, or stand under the big tree in the campus, or stand under the flagpole in the playground, imagining to my heart’s content. I could always feel a pair of eyes constantly watching me, as if the secrets of my heart had been seen through by him.
The owner of those eyes is my current owner, a man who is both quiet and slightly rugged. Of course, this was a secret that we revealed to each other many years later, after we had both gone out into society and reconnected. It was as if it was the arrangement of the heavens that brought my master and I together with each other, that made me find a place to belong, and that made my master get me as a well-behaved slave.
The first time I went to my host’s house, I was still a shy girl, holding hands with my host on the street and blushing when I met acquaintances. In the master’s bedroom, I saw a magazine for the first time, it seemed to be “Hong Kong Serious Crime”, the colorful cover page is all kinds of tied up beautiful women. At that time, my breathing became rapid, I simply did not think that the luxury of my heart actually in reality have really manifested.
My master’s hand was on my shoulder and he asked, Do you like it?
Without speaking, I rolled the book in my hands and closed my eyes. I couldn’t answer such a question, and although I’d had it in my dreams countless times, I’d always thought that it could only be in dreams-
My master gently cupped my head, and a single kiss knocked over all my mental defenses, and I snuggled into my master’s arms with the docility of a kitten. Master and I flipped through those colorful pages together, flipping through those bound women, in my heart, how much I was looking forward to those bound women, it was me.
However, when my master put his mouth to my ear and gently asked, Tie you up too, okay? I shook my head haughtily and said, No, I’m afraid.
The master laughed and said, Don’t you trust me?
I said, No, I believe it.
The master asked again: do you not love me, or do I not love you?
I didn’t say anything, I turned around and embraced my master tightly, and my lips were pressed together in a passionate kiss, and at that moment, my body was feverish, and tears couldn’t help but flow out of my eyes.
After a long time, I left my master’s embrace, curved up on my knees in front of him, threw my arms back behind me, bit my lip, and said, Tie it up, I’ll-
The master was also very excited, he picked me up in his arms, kissed my slightly closed eyes, and then brought my arms, which were behind my back, to the front, and tied my wrists together with a heel of rope with the same care as if he were tying up fine china. And that, too, was the first time I was really tied up. I tried to move my wrists, and there was no discomfort or pain, except that my hands, which had been free in the past, were restrained, crossed, and swayed by a rope –
DING ZERO-The zero sound of the telephone brought me back from my memories, and I glanced at the wall clock; it was almost ten o’clock. I got up from the felt cushion, dragging the chain with me, and literally crawled like a bitch towards the desk where the phone was placed. From the number on the caller ID, I knew that it was my master’s cell phone-
I didn’t dare pick up the microphone, knowing that I had to be a bitch at all times, a state of being, one way or the other, with or without my master. I touched the hands-free button with the tip of my nose and barked, woof, woof- twice.
The master laughed and asked on the other end of the phone, Is it Xiao Zhao? You miss me, don’t you?
I still didn’t say anything, just woofed, woofed-two more times, and then shook my neck in a pouty way, letting the sound of the brass bell hanging from my collar, carry through.
The master laughed heartily and said, Well, well, permission to talk while my little bitch answers the phone, say, miss me?
By the grace of my master, I ambled over to the phone and said: I miss, I miss you. Master, when are you coming back?
Quickly. The master said, I have a little work to take care of right away. By the way, what do you want to eat, I’ll bring it back to you when I go home at noon.
I wagged my tail on my ass and said, I want to eat you, and I want to eat KFC –
Putting down the phone, I licked my lips and just shook myself, dragging the chains around my arms and legs, and slowly crawled back to the kennel my master had set up for me. As I crawled, the brass bells that were bolted to my collar, and both of my breasts, jingled with lust and excitement.
I shook the tail of the dog that was up my ass, and with my chained hands, I held and manipulated my breasts. So the sound of the chains and the sound of the brass bells made me spring. I missed my master so much. Wanted my master to love me and caress me, wanted my master to whip my ass with a leather whip, wanted my master to penetrate my cunt with his manhood.
By this time, my pussy was already wet, but I couldn’t masturbate without my master’s permission, and that was the rule my master had set for me. Even when my master was away, I couldn’t violate it, because I was a very good slave girl and bitch, and no matter what time it was, I couldn’t disobey my master’s words.
So I could only imagine, imagine my master’s warm manhood, slowly penetrating my pussy. And I could only imagine my orgasm – it was on that occasion, in my master’s house, after he tied me up, that he took possession of my body for the first time, turning me from a young girl into a real woman. After a short period of pain, the pleasure of male-female intercourse flooded every cell of my body. It was a completely new sensation, like wind and thunder, like the waves of the sea, and it brought me to a new realm of life.
Later, I also learned that it was also my master’s first time, like me, my master also released his virginity to the fullest that night. Looking at the crimson on the sheet, my tears flowed out, those tears, there are a few points of sadness, more is the relief.
Seeing that I was shedding tears, my master was a bit overwhelmed and tried to untie my bound hands. I refused my master’s kindness and clasped my bound hands to my chest, as if holding my fate in my hands. I laid my head deeply in my master’s arms and asked quietly, From today, I am your person, you will not abandon me in the future, will you?
How come? The master said, “I’ll love you forever, all my life, never to part.
Listening to my master’s statement, my heart was filled with happiness, I squinted my eyes, my face was pressed in front of my master’s chest, I could hear my master’s heartbeat, I could feel his warmth. I know in my heart, from now on, I am the one who has the master, as if the drifting boat, by a rope, tied in a quiet harbor.
After a few moments, the master said: untie the rope from your hands, from now on, I will never tie you up again, I will serve you like a princess-
I shook my head, still laying my face on my master’s chest, and said, No? I just want you to tie me to your heel for the rest of my life, forever. My master laughed, a little puzzled, and said, Do you really want that?
I solemnly nodded my head and said, Yes, it was when you tied me up that I felt a sense of belonging in my heart, and I knew that I was yours, that I was your private property. When you tied me up, all my self-respect and pride disappeared, and I was just your subordinate.
Master hugged me more tightly, I could feel that master’s penis became thicker and harder, it was warm and pleasant against my skin. I know, master’s heart must love me more, this kind of love, is a kind of love beyond the ordinary people, it is a kind of sublimation, is a realm.
My master’s hands held my skin and my naked body, making me feel the rain. My master brought his mouth to my ear and asked, “Zhao, do you listen to me?
I nodded and said, Listen, I’ll always listen.
Okay. The master says: Kneel in front of me, okay.
I hurriedly got up from my master’s body and mustered my respect and knelt in front of him, supporting myself on the ground with my bound hands, in a way that I will never forget.
My master placed his hand on the top of my head in a solemn situation, as if it were a ceremony, and then he said: call me ‘master’, okay?
I squirmed for a moment, but finally managed to call out-Master.
The master continued, Will you be my woman, slave or even bitch?
For once, I didn’t squirm and said, I do.
The master went on, asking: Are you willing to be bound, fettered and imprisoned by your master, with ropes and chains?
Since that first encounter with my master, I have been living with him. We rented a suite with a basement on the edge of the city as our home away from home. In front of regular people, we were a loving couple, an ordinary pair among millions of passionately in love men and women. But in our world of two, when we are alone, I am my master’s gentle slave, I am my master’s obedient bitch.
More precisely, I am a slave to love, a slave to ropes and chains. In my master’s love, I got my life and sexual fulfillment; under the entanglement of ropes and chains, my deepest desires, got sublimated to the fullest. And the master, in my gentleness and obedience, found his ideal, and became more compassionate and attached to me.
My master and I both had jobs, and while we were working, we missed each other. And when we finished our work and returned to our love shack, I knelt in front of my master, begging him to caress me, begging him to use the ropes to bind me in his favorite position. Sometimes I was dressed, but, more often than not, I was naked and white, watching my master use the red, white, and black ropes to turn them into graceful patterns on my body.
My master’s bondage skills were excellent, and each time I was tied very tightly without making me feel suffocated and uncomfortable. And it was in each of my master’s bondage that I experienced the feeling of being bound and abused, the feeling of being a heroine and slave girl that I had fantasized about since I was a little girl-
It wasn’t long before it was my birthday. On my birthday, I got a present from my owner – a real dog collar and a heavy stainless steel chain hanging from the collar.
When I got up in the morning, my master wrote the words Happy Birthday Bitch on my naked breasts with my lipstick, and then took out the ropes, and when I looked at them, I asked in a hurry, “Master, didn’t you say that you were going to take me out to buy a birthday present? Why, do you still need to tie it up?
The master laughed and said, “Of course, if a slutty bitch like you is not tied up, what if you get lost outside?
I stayed on the bed, begging as if to say, “Can’t I just not run around?
My master pulled me to him, kissed me first, then put the noose around my neck and asked, Say, are you a slutty little bitch?
My body was already crispy, under the stimulation of my master’s kisses and ropes, I didn’t dare to hold on any longer, and hurriedly answered, Yes, I’m a slutty little bitch, I’m my master’s slutty little bitch.
My master pinched my nose and asked again, So you slutty little bitch, shouldn’t you be tied up so you don’t get lost.
I twisted my head and wrenched my nose out of my master’s grasp and said, Yes, please master, tie up my slutty little bitch all you want.
My master smiled, kissed me again, removed the ropes from around my neck, and first had me put on my flesh-colored jointed crotchless stockings. Only then, with the ropes in her hands, did she very carefully tie a parallel figure 8 around my breasts, so that my two dove-like breasts became even firmer and leapt to life. Then, my master told me to drag the rope tied around my breasts to the bathroom and bring a sanitary napkin.
Puzzled, I handed the tampon to my master, who, with a wry smile, padded it to my pussy and then, with the leftover rope from the binding of my breasts, coiled it around my waist before tying it in a knot and passing it downward through my lower back again, the extra rope, tied just behind me.
My face blushed with shame, although my master had bound and toyed with me like this before, but that was all in my own house, in our own world. Now, could I really go far away like this, and be normally at ease in the midst of a bustling crowd with no abnormalities? -I began to doubt my own ability.
By this time, my master had already taken out a flowery velvet cheongsam from the closet, which I usually love to wear, and I hurriedly stretched out my arms, letting my master put the cheongsam on my naked, rope-bound body. Then, my master brought my white shoes from the shoe rack and put them on my stocking-clad feet.
While I was still immersed in the situation where I had just started to socialize with my master, I heard the sound of the door opening. I looked up at the wall clock, and I knew that my expected owner was back, my expected owner was back to buy me KFC.
I hastily leaped up from the felt cushion, literally like a bitch, and, with the chains on my hands and feet and the sound of brass bells on my body, crawled quickly on all fours behind the parlor door, waiting for my master to come, waiting for my master’s caress-
The door opened and my master’s tall body was so dear to my eyes. I can’t forget my identity, although I also want to be like a normal woman, hugging my master to tell his love. But now I am just a bitch, my master’s bitch, I can only woof, woof barking twice, and then I use my chained hands, embracing my master’s legs, face pressed against my master’s legs, letting the tears of longing flow freely.
The master put down the things in his hands, then squatted down, holding my head with both hands, first licking and thirsting for the tears flowing from my eyes, and then, sticking his tongue into my mouth, kissed me deeply and lovingly. And I also deeply responded to my master’s love, in the process of kissing each other, two tongues stirred fiercely, two hearts also beat fiercely.
After a long time like this, master and I were relatively calm before we parted from each other in love. Master asked me: Zhao’er, you miss your master, don’t you?
I was still kneeling and crouching in front of my master, and when I heard his question, I wagged my tail for a bit before barking and woofing twice as an answer to his question.
Master misses you too, my little bitch-Master smiled a little, bent down and slapped my smooth, white ass as a reward.
Then, from the cupboard behind the door, my master took out a piece of stainless steel leash with padlocks on both ends, and, after first locking one end of the leash to my collar, led me, an obedient, naked bitch covered in chains and brass bells, towards the dining room with a clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter, clatter.
In our dining room, with its beautiful table and reclining chairs, we usually dine there. However, this time, my master took me, a beautiful bitch, and led me to the coffee table, locking the end of the leash to the leg of the coffee table. Thus, because of the length of the leash, I was confined to crouching on my knees at the heel of the coffee table without any freedom of movement.
My master locked me up and went out on his own. I crouched on my knees in boredom, playing with the chains that held me free while listening to the sounds of my master washing her hands and fiddling with objects in the kitchen. To be honest, I wasn’t a competent slave girl, because of my spoiled upbringing, I was never as good as my master when it came to fiddling with food and drink.
It wasn’t long before my master came back into the room with some cups and plates and his favorite beer. I tilted my head, wagged my body and tail on my ass, and barked, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof, woof to please my master.
My master smiled, put the objects in his hand away, sat down on the sofa, stretched out his hand and stroked my face and hair, and said appreciatively, “Good boy, my Zhao’er is so good. I stuck out my tongue and licked my master’s hand, really like a dog.
My master placed a shallow plate on the floor, and then from the paper bag he had brought with him, he took out the KFC he had bought for me, my usual favorite. It smelled so good, I sniffed my nose greedily, woofed, woofed twice, and then ambled down to the floor, picking up a piece in my mouth and chewing slowly-
In fact, it’s not easy to carry food in your mouth; if you’re not careful, you’ll easily get food on your face, making your face oily and slurpy, as if you have a flowery face. And the use of hands, is strictly forbidden, just as the master said, in being a bitch, the hands are not hands, but the front limbs of the bitch; and the front limbs of the bitch, are only used for crawling, not for use.
While I was eating, my master’s hands were not idle; he was leisurely drinking beer while rubbing my firm breasts from time to time. As he rubbed them, the brass bells hanging from my nipples made a nice sound. I, too, was so aroused by my master’s rubbing that my lower body became wet as if it were flooded, and I shook my body from time to time. Thus, amidst the sound of the chain and the copper bell, lewd sounds of ah, ah also came out of my mouth.
Perhaps my lewd expression and cries infected my master, who slowly moved his hand down and began to touch my smooth, moist pussy. I squinted my eyes and enjoyed it to the fullest, my hands on the ground could not support my shaking body. I withdrew my hands and fell to the ground, raising my ass as high as I could to facilitate the touching of my master’s fingers.
My master’s hand was flicking and teasing my pussy, and I could feel my master’s hand parting my pussy lips and touching my clitoris in the throes of pleasure. When my master’s middle finger rubbed my clitoris, the sensation was like an electric shock that I could not bear.
I struggled and tried to jump into my master’s arms, only the leash that was attached to the collar around my neck was still locked to the leg of the coffee table. When I moved, the leash restricted my movement. It was good that my master understood me, he stopped flicking my clit and unlocked the leash that was locked to the coffee table leg-
This allowed me to crouch across my master’s lap, and my master was secluded and at ease on the couch, watching me pull down the drawstring of my master’s suit pants with my teeth. But I was incapable of the latter, and all I could do was watch my master’s manhood, standing tall in his underwear.
My master smiled back, a smile that had a touch of slyness to it, as if he wanted to see what I could do. I stuck out my tongue and licked my master’s manhood very carefully through his underwear. Then, I raised my face, wagged my tail on my ass, and looked at my master with an embarrassed smile.
My master patted my face, which was piled high with smiles, and said, There’s no way out, is there? You want to eat your master’s sausage.
I lowered my head, a blush rising to my face, and woofed, woofed twice.
With my master’s help, I finally had my mouth full of his treasure, which was thick and warm; and his hand, with renewed vigor, touched my lower body, my pussy, and the clitoris that could give me endless pleasure.
I was immersed in the pleasure that my master gave me, it was the springtime of my life, the cornerstone that sustained the bond between my master and me. And in the midst of this endless pleasure, I couldn’t forget my duty as a bitch, as a slave, and I had to give greater pleasure to my Master as well.
I delicately nuzzled my master’s treasure and occasionally teased his glans with my tongue. I could feel my master’s excitement, as a soft moan escaped my mouth during my strokes. And my master’s hand, which had reached down to my smooth bottom, was fiddling faster and rubbing my clit harder from time to time.
Then a pleasure that there is no way to describe in words. I could only sway helplessly under my master’s caresses, so that the brass bells on my collar and breasts, as well as the chains connecting my shackles to my hands and feet, also made a nice sound. It was like melodious music that accompanied my coitus with my master.
And that kind of sound is also the master’s favorite. I could feel my Master’s cock getting thicker and bigger, and I could feel it gushing out. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and stuck my head down to make it easier for my Master’s treasure to go deeper into my throat-
As if it was a flood that broke the dike, or a sweet spring that fell from the sky, my master’s semen shot into the depths of my throat in sudden, abrupt bursts. When I felt that I was about to suffocate, my master’s treasure jerked outward, so that I was given a chance to catch my breath. However, those remnants of semen also stayed in my mouth.
When the master pulled his treasure out of my mouth, I was really just like a dead dog spread on the ground, panting heavily, completely devoid of a lady’s demeanor. The master, on the other hand, lovingly squatted down his body, intimately holding my face, holding my body, holding the woman who had no resistance at all under his love.
After a long time of panting, when I had regained some of my strength, I struggled to lift myself up and bring my head closer to my Master’s stall. I knew what I was, I was a bitch, I was a slave, I was my Master’s bitch and slave, I would serve my Master, I would clean his treasure with my mouth.
However, my master stopped me, and I saw that there wasn’t much residual semen on my master’s treasure. My master patted my ass, which still had the dog’s tail in it, and stood up while praising me appreciatively, saying, “My Zhao’er, is getting more and more adorable and cute-
I was embarrassed to hear my master’s compliments, and laid my face down, wagging the tail that was stuck in my rear, and the brass bells on my breasts, as if I were a shy girl, or bitch, without words.
After a few moments, my master came over with a glass of water. This time, my master did not pour the water into the dish on the floor and let me lick it like a dog. Instead, he held me intimately in his arms and fed the water into my mouth, which was still filled with my master’s semen, in order to clean my mouth….
At that moment, tears of happiness flowed from my eyes.
The noon hour, after all, was short. When my master went out to work again, I could only continue to crawl on the ground that my master had laid out for me, like a lonely dog, playing with the chains, or bells on my body, while thinking back and reminiscing about the days that my master and I had traveled together-
As I walked down the street with my master, I felt very uncomfortable and a little frightened, I was afraid that people would see through my body and know that there were lewd ropes tied around my white body. I could feel my bottom chilling because I wasn’t wearing any panties, and because the lewd ropes were passing through that delicate area, there was a hint of abnormality in the way I walked.
More often than not, I walked slowly on my master’s body, like a sick man. And my master was hugging me very lovingly, hugging his favorite, in a situation that was absolutely the best example of a man in the world. However, I could see a smug smile on my master’s face from time to time, and I could also feel my master’s hand caressing my back from time to time, sensing the presence of the rope on my body through the barrier of my clothes.
Despite feeling a little nervous and inconvenienced, I felt a great deal of excitement and thrill in my heart, and I knew that it was my kinky and masochistic instincts.
When my master and I arrived at the city’s largest pet market, I naively thought that my master was going to buy me a kitten or a puppy or something for my birthday. It wasn’t until my master and I walked past the stalls selling kittens and puppies to the place where pet supplies were sold, and stared at the leather collars and iron-made chains, that I thought of the words Happy Birthday Little Bitch written in lipstick on my naked body.
My face flushed a little, and my chest beat sharply, as if I were carrying a rabbit inside. I blindly followed my master’s side and watched as my master picked out the collars as if he were an expert. My eyes looked at those collars, and I knew that one of those collars might be worn on my white neck in the future and become my ornament. When I thought of this, I felt a sense of trepidation in my heart, but more than that, I felt a sense of anticipation –
At this time, the owner handed a selected collar to my hand, and asked with a bad smile on his face: Zhao, do you think this collar is suitable for my dog?
I blushed with shame and received the collar in my hands. My heart skipped a beat as I scrutinized and caressed the finely crafted leather collar. The collar was black and could be extended in size, on the edge of the leather, there were many white round studs riveted, I looked at the inside of the collar and found that it was actually lined with a material with fluff, so gentle and detailed.
How was it? Satisfied? Akira. The master continued to ask me.
I nodded and didn’t say anything, still clutching the collar tightly in my hand.
OK, it’s going to be this one. The owner said to the store owner, “By the way, you can give me another piece of chain, so as to save the dog in the house from wandering off again.
The boss was busy with his work and asked my owner: I wonder if the boss’s dog is a big dog, or a small dog?
The owner laughed and said, Of course it’s a big dog, it’s nearly a hundred pounds, and by the way – the owner pointed to me as he said it – it’s just about her weight.
My face was completely red, holding the collar in my hand, and it was hard to suppress my shame.
Good thing the boss didn’t take it seriously, saw my shy touch, said to my master: haha, boss can really joke, how can this person be compared to a dog. By the way, this big dog must use a thicker chain, otherwise it can not be bolted. Said, took out a section of more than two meters long iron chain, placed on the counter.
The master stretched out his hands and weighed the weight of the chain, and the chain made a clattering, clattering sound on the counter. I couldn’t help but reach out my hand as if I were touching a treasure, touching the cold, white metal, touching the chain that would be locked around my neck, touching the deepest part of my consciousness that I will always love.
He who knows my heart is also the master. The master also saw my fondness, and he covered his broad palm over my hand that was caressing the chain and clenched it heavily, as if it were an encouragement, a praise, or an approval of my inner fondness.
This time, the owner didn’t play poorly and flirt with my shyness, he hurriedly paid the money, chose a few more padlock-type items, and left the store that dealt with pet products with me in his arms.
Next to the pet market is a secluded park, which is near a modest hill with very lush forests and some halls and pavilions dotted in a world of green.
My master and I, just walking down the wooded mountain path, we were clinging to each other as thousands of lovers do. Only the difference, in the back of my tight cheongsam, was the rope that entangled my body. Moreover, in my hand, the paper handbag contained the collar that I would wear around my neck in the future, while in the paper bag in my master’s hand was the cold iron chain.
The thought of it brought a gush of pleasure to my lustful lower body; it was one of anticipation, of obedience and love for my master. I imagined the newly purchased collar, worn around my white and delicate neck, while the chain locked heavily around it. I crouched at my master’s side while his hand held the chain on my collar as if it were a real dog.
In a sheltered and quiet place, my host and I sat down. The wind blew quietly through the mountains and forests, and from time to time fallen leaves swirled and floated down, forming a landscape around us. My master told me to kneel in front of him, took the collar from my hands, placed it in front of my mouth and told me to kiss it, to kiss the collar that would be placed around my neck.
The master asked me: do you like it?
I blushed and nodded, my head lowered, but my eyes were glued to the collar.
The master asked again: do you like being my bitch?
My face reddened even more, but the anticipation inside me did make me very excited. I dropped my hands to the ground and crawled like a dog in front of my master. I said noisily, “Yes. Please…please, Master, put the collar on the slave-
My master’s hand caressed my face, kind and tender. Then, my master parted my loose hair and placed the leather collar around my neck. At that moment, when the leather collar met my skin, my heart beat fiercely, as if that moment was a watershed moment in my life. -just as it was the first time my master bound the ropes to my body.
The careful master used his fingers to test the tightness of the collar before carefully fastening it. I couldn’t hold back the excitement in my heart, and I fell into my master’s arms, hugging him tightly, hugging the master who ruled my life’s destiny.
My master sat there, pushed away my hug, looked at me very seriously, and said, To be a bitch, you have to be more loyal to your master than a slave, you know?
I couldn’t help but laugh at the serious expression on my master’s face, but the collar around my neck, symbolizing the bitch symbol, reminded me. I answered noisily: I know.
The master added: Now you say: I am a bitch.
I opened my mouth and said with some effort, I…I’m a bitch, my master’s bitch.
My master smiled and took me in his arms. At that moment, I was on my knees in front of my master, I didn’t feel any unsightly or uncomfortable, I only felt my happiness. My master kissed me deeply, and my tongue stirred happily in my master’s mouth, like two fish in love, stirring together.
After the passionate kiss, my master rested his head against my forehead, looked deeply into my eyes, and murmured under his breath, Zha, I love you.
I closed my eyes, and I could feel the tears of happiness already flowing out of my eyes. In the face of my master’s words of love, I could only be glad that I was blessed to have met my master in my life. I shook my head and said to my master, Master, I love you too, forever-
The owner picked up the chain that was sitting next to him and asked me: hang the chain?
My face reddened and I squirmed and nodded.
Aren’t you afraid people will see it?
I looked back around, it was all thick woods, quiet, not a sound. I’m not afraid. -I said firmly.
My master stood up and also glanced around before hanging that chain in the iron ring of the collar around my neck and carefully locking it. During the master’s operation, I raised my neck to facilitate the master’s movements, with a degree of docility that was absolutely that of an obedient bitch. And the slight thumping of the chains was, to my ears, the best of fairy music.
When the master locked the chain, I could feel the weight of the chain, and my neck, which was already raised, couldn’t help but fall downward by the weight of the chain. Thinking about the conversation between the owner and the shopkeeper when I bought the collar and chain, my face, which was already red with shame, became even hotter. (14)
The master took the hanging chain into his hand, and very tenderly, with his other hand, he held my hair and asked me with concern: It’s not hard, is it?
I shook my head no. As I shook my head, the chains connecting the collars clattered and clattered in thought.
The master asked again: what does it feel like to be a bitch?
I thought about it and said: humiliation, and obedience-
My master smiled, and the hand that was stroking my hair slid up to my face, rubbing it warmly, and asked, Do you like it?
I opened my mouth and took my master’s finger in my mouth and nodded.
The master said: Is it okay to crawl on the ground like a dog?
I nodded, blushing and not saying anything.
The grass among the mountains was soft and pleasant, and the air had the scent of pine. My master held the chain and looked back to see me crawling on the ground like a dog. As I crawled forward with my arms outstretched, the hem of my cheongsam dragged on the ground, impeding the movement of my legs. I looked up, giggled at my master, and said, I can’t crawl-
The master laughed too, and said, Should have worn jeans, that would have been fine. After thinking about it, the master had another idea, he reached out, lifted the hem of my cheongsam up, put it on my mouth and said, Bite down with your mouth, little bitch-
Now I had no words, I could only obediently bite the cheongsam with my mouth and slowly crawl under the master’s traction. As I crawled, the back hem of the cheongsam slowly dropped, and my bare ass and the tied ropes were revealed, a situation that must have been very lewd.
Every now and then, my master also came up behind me and put his hand on my snow-white ass, slapping it gently. I could only endure in silence. Now I really know that when a person kneels, his dignity is gone, and the slavery hidden in his body is completely revealed.
Even though my master’s swats were gentle, more often than not, my ass still felt mildly sore and hot. The sensation of crawling on the floor and crawling, combined with the pain in my ass, made my blood run fast, and I wondered if I was really being a bitch, if I really had no shame. But what I did know was that I was enjoying it, and so was my Master.
The afternoon was long, and it was good that I could reminisce about the past to remember how much my master and I loved each other. I can’t help but smile when I think of that time in the mountains when my master first put a collar on me for the first time in the game, and then I look at the cape I’m wearing now. From the rope bondage, to wearing the collar and leash, and the attire I was now wearing, I had accepted every one of my master’s creations tamely. I really wasn’t sure what new idea my master would come up with by tomorrow.
Looking at the wall clock, there wasn’t much time left until the master returned. Even though the owner will bring back dinner from outside, it’s not an option without soup. I looked at the kitchen and really wanted to go and make a delicious soup for my master so that he could have a happy dinner.
But I hesitated when I thought of my master’s orders. My master meant for me to be in the state of a bitch twenty-four hours a day, and this state, not only in form, but also in spirit. Apart from crawling on the floor, I would have to lie on the floor, like a real dog. And in that position, it was simply impossible to do housework or cooking. At the very least, I couldn’t reach the sink or the stove…
I hesitated, but my love for my master kept me from myself. Alas, it’s already like this anyway, let the master chastise me however he wants, whatever. Thinking of this, I dragged the shackles on my hands and feet, slowly crawling to the kitchen, to the edge of the sink, I stood up, first stretching the body of the day crawling, before unscrewing the faucet, washed his hands.
The refrigerator is well stocked, which is perhaps the benefit of modern life. The good thing is that I have done some housework in shackles and handcuffs many times before, so a bowl of hot soup in this area is a piece of cake, and I can feel the feeling of happiness during the operation. Because, I am not only the master’s slave, bitch, in the time of need, I am also the master’s woman.
With the clanking of my shackles, I rehearsed the symphony of pots and pans in the kitchen, which fortunately wasn’t a tedious task, and with some of the modern equipment in the newer kitchens, I was spared the agony of grease and fire. In no time at all, a steaming pot of egg soup was ready.
It smelled so good! I sniffed my nose and smiled in satisfaction. Turning off the fire, I resumed my status as a slave bitch, crawling on the floor and slowly making my way back to where my master had told me to stay in the study.