Humanoid dog training

In the past two days, I have been scanning the Internet for pornographic novels to read, and occasionally I saw a Japanese translation of a novel that mentioned “Human Dog Conditioning Manual”, and I couldn’t help but recall some of the unforgettable experiences that Jie and I have had in the past six years. Write as you go, because it is the first time to write something, the writing is certainly not good, everyone deal with it.

Jie is my former girlfriend and current wife. We’ve been married for almost three years now, and probably because we’re both rather curious, we’ve already tried out some weird and wacky positions all over the place in the year before and after we got married, and both of us are eager to try something new and wacky again.

I’m a person who has a bit of sadistic tendency in my bones, but because I’m afraid that Jie won’t accept it, I’ve been holding back, and at most, I’ll just occasionally look at Yuan Yuan’s violent sadistic category, find sadistic pictures on the internet, and jerk off myself to get over my dry spell.

Until more than a year ago, an occasional opportunity, I in the small Jie own peek down from the Internet to watch the abuse of a small movie when I realized that the original my wife is still a little bit of the desire to be abused. After this I often urge Jie with me to read and write novels, paintings, small movies and so on, and occasionally also in the dry that time to tie her.

But Jie has always been afraid of pain, afraid that I won’t be able to take it back once I’m in it, and also afraid that I won’t love her anymore and will only be obsessed with bullying her, so I’ve never been allowed to take another step forward.

Until one day, we happened to read an article on an English site that described how to train a woman to become a sex slave, or it could also be called “humanoid dog”. Maybe it was the detailed and realistic description of the article that impressed her, and Jie finally nodded her head and agreed to let me try what the article said. Now, in addition to public occasions, I have rarely called Jie name, she has become my exclusive bitch, nicknamed “dog”, “puppy dog”, or simply, just call her “bitch! “I’m not going to call her by her name anymore.

I can’t help but feel a little excited as I write this, and called out, “Bitch, come and serve your master”. Xiaojie, who was watching TV in the next room, quickly crawled into the house on all fours, her naked buttocks wriggling around, her two breasts trembling slightly as she crawled, and the leather collar I bought for her last New Year’s Day around her neck.

I forgot to mention that for a year now, in keeping with her bitch status, Jae has had to crawl around naked in the house unless it’s very cold.

Jie climbed in front of me, skillfully unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out into her mouth and sucked on it skillfully. With how skillful Jie was at oral sex now, it was really hard to imagine that two years ago she’d had a few big fights with me because she wouldn’t suck my dick.

I gently patted Jie’s face and asked, “Bitch, do you know what I’m writing?”

Jae dutifully lashed my dick while looking at the computer screen. Soon, Jie’s face was red and her nipples were erect. I laughed in my heart: “After all this training, Jie is still very sensitive to these verbal and textual humiliations. Perhaps I should have her lie down in front of the computer, and while fucking her from behind, orally, let her type out the process of how she went from being a female human being who was my equal to me, to a bitch who let me play with her at my own beck and call, Jie would love it.”

The first step in training: communication.

It was only later that Jie told me why that article was so powerful that she finally agreed to give it a try after holding her ground for so long. It turned out that Jie was frightened by the abandonment of those women who were brutally tortured in the Japanese sadistic novels, and was afraid that once I knew that I could dominate her and use her at will, I would soon get tired of her; or force her to do things that she didn’t like at all.

It just so happens that that article goes to great lengths to explain that a true master-slave should trust and love each other first and foremost, and that there must be good communication. The abused party should have the right to set the limits of what she can accept, and can ask to stop at any time. I also told her that if we did play SM, it would be because we both like it, so SM would only deepen our relationship, and I wouldn’t be irresponsible enough to do anything to her that she didn’t  want to do, which made her finally decide to test it out.

In the year or so of conditioning that followed, I kept my word, and my relationship with Jae got better and better, and I think we were both kind of enjoying ourselves.

To this day I remember exactly how we started. Funny enough, we didn’t just come up and beat and tie each other up, but we each sat down and filled out a questionnaire that came with that article. The questionnaire was really quite simple, it was just a list of all the behaviors that abuse could involve and asked you to rate them on a scale of 1 to 5 in terms of preference, from not acceptable at all to very much wanting to try it.

There were so many items listed in the questionnaire that I can’t remember them all, except: bondage, wax dripping, blindfolding, whipping, animals, masturbation, 247 (full-time slavery), exposure, humiliation, urination and defecation, role-playing, rape, toys, anal sex, enemas, homosexual sex, multiple sex, handcuffs, and so forth. Originally, the article only said that the abused party should fill it out so that the other party would know what she preferred, but Jie insisted that I fill it out as well, saying that she wanted to have a base as well. Luckily, we were both interested in the same things, so that day we started experimenting with what both of us agreed on.

Later I realized that Jie could take more conditioning than she had filled out, maybe she didn’t know what she preferred herself at first, or maybe it was because she was afraid that I would be too good for her, so three months after the conditioning started I had her refill it again. But by this time I was already the master, and Jie had been initially trained by me to be a bitch. So this time she was very proper and didn’t ask me to fill it, in fact she knew I wouldn’t really do anything to her.

And this time when she filled out the form, Jae was no longer qualified to sit, she just knelt there naked, her hands tied behind her back, her ass in the air, sun clippers clamped to her nipples, 300 warm water inside her tummy, and filled out that form with a nod of her head with a pencil in her mouth.

I guess I am full of bad sometimes. After she had managed to fill out the form and get permission to go to the bathroom, I told her that because her results this time were markedly different from the last time, she was going to be punished for her first dishonesty. One answer was different and I whipped her ten times hard with my belt.

Jae obviously also realized that she had changed her answers to at least 20 questions or more, so her eyes went wide for a second. Unfortunately, she didn’t open her mouth and beg me to reduce the punishment, because our rule that time was that if she talked back or begged for mercy, the punishment would be doubled. Actually, even if she hadn’t begged me, I would have spread the 200 or so strokes over ten days, but it would have been more fun to see her panic when she heard the punishment was doubled.

Human Dog Training (2): Bondage

I was pleased to discover that Jae and I both enjoyed bondage. I love to watch the way the ropes are strung one by one into a woman’s soft flesh, and I also love Jie’s weak and feeble struggles as she is punished after being tied up. Jie said that she liked being tied up because once her torso was immobilized, she immediately felt that she was in a helpless, passive, and at-will situation, and that feeling was exactly what turned her on.

Unfortunately, I’ve never had the patience or the ability to learn the various complicated Japanese tying methods, and there are only a few that I use most often. If it’s for punishment, I use the hogtie, tying my hands behind my back, then pulling the rope tight as hard as I can, and pulling back hard after tying my feet together as well, until Jie’s hands and feet are almost touching each other before the rope is fixed. This method of tying must be very uncomfortable, usually in less than half an hour Jie will start to beg for mercy.

Later I also found an improvement by tying Jie’s elbows as close together as possible as well. Jie told me that this binding forced her arms to stretch back as far as they could go, and within a few minutes they were sore and aching. Sometimes if I thought of a new way to play with Jie’s pussy, or as punishment for hitting Jie’s pussy, I would tie Jie’s legs as far apart as possible. Unfortunately, our bed didn’t have one of those metal steel frames, but was simply a wooden bed box with a mattress on top.

It took me a very little while to find a way to quickly and efficiently secure Jie to the bed with his limbs apart. Now with a heel of nylon rope across the center of the mattress and the bed box at the head and foot positions, with all four heads so fifty centimeters or so exposed, I could easily secure Jie firmly with the rope heads and start doing whatever I wanted.

Occasionally when I went out alone to a friend’s house for a chat, in order to make sure that Jie would not be too bored at home alone, I would immobilize her limbs like this, insert a vibrator inside her vagina or anus, turn on the vibration switch, and then leave her alone to enjoy herself for a couple of hours.

Influenced by Japanese novels, I occasionally let her wear the so-called thong. Usually a loop of string is tied around the waist, then another, rougher heel is passed between the legs and tied tightly, and occasionally a knot is tied at the pussy or anus, or a vibrator is inserted into the anus.

Jie used to wear a rope thong like this for a few days when she went out to work, but then she said it was too uncomfortable, especially after she had a quickie, when the urine seeped through the rope and stung her pussy, making it impossible for her to concentrate at work. As a result, I seldom use this method of bondage anymore, except on special days when we go out to dinner together, or when Jie is really pissing me off.

:: Humiliation and forced submission

About a few months after the beginning of the conditioning, I gradually began to realize the pleasure of verbally stimulating and humiliating Jie, and forcing her to obey all my commands, and sometimes these were even more satisfying to me than the use of binding and whipping her. Mentally tormenting and humiliating a girl that I had spent a lot of time pursuing in the past, and making her degrade herself without any bondage or coercion to satisfy my various demands, made me feel that I was truly above Xiao Jie, and that I had complete control over everything about her.

Jae, for some reason I don’t understand, actually enjoys being mentally tortured by me very much as well. Although she still blushed from time to time when I did this, and sometimes even resisted me, the wetness of her pussy gave away her secret. One of my great hobbies was to taunt her with the wetness of her pussy and force her to lick up her secretions from my hands when she was overwhelmed by my humiliating words.

Now I rarely use the rope when punishing Jie, I usually let her take the initiative to get down, arched buttocks, or lying legs apart to be punished. Xiaojie will also be very good to try to maintain the position does not move, occasionally because of the pain changed position without my reminder will quickly return to the original position.

Imitating the Japanese novels, I now require Jie to answer all my questions, and when she speaks to me, she must address me as “Master” in every sentence, and when she refers to herself, she can’t say “I”, but rather “slave” or “bitch”. When she calls herself, she cannot say “I” but “slave” or “bitch”. If I punish her, I usually tell her how many times I’m going to hit her, and then I ask her to tell me the number of times she’s going to be hit, and she has to say “Thank you, Master” for each number. This is said to be a constant reminder of our relationship and helps her to be absolutely obedient.

:: Humanoid dog conditioning

Conditioning Jie into a humanoid dog was our new game for the past few months, but unfortunately I didn’t know where they sold cages, otherwise it would have been fun to have Jie live inside one. Even though we couldn’t find a cage, the other parts of the conditioning were still exciting for both of us.

After Jie promised to be a real bitch a few months ago, I bought her a special sleeping bag, and since then, Jie has never slept on the bed without my permission, and has always slept inside the sleeping bag at the foot of my bed.

Inside the house, Jai walks on all fours and cannot stand up without permission. We even bought a leash, a dog food bowl, and a plastic dog bone from the pet store. I occasionally pull Jai up and down our house on the leash and watch Jai awkwardly walk up and down the stairs on all fours. Jie now eats without using her hands or chopsticks, burying her head in the bowl on the floor and eating like a real bitch.

It took me a lot of effort to get Jie used to eating without the aid of her hands, as she was and still is mostly human during the day and used to using her hands for various tasks. For the first three weeks, I had to immobilize Jie’s hands before eating, and only then was she able to get out of the habit of using her hands to help her eat.

●gag

When performing conditioning, especially punishment, one sometimes has to be concerned about the feelings of the neighbors and one’s own image, especially since Jie and I are still a normal couple in public, so there are times when one can’t help but use some silencing measures.

Initially, my favorite fabric to use was either Jie’s or my underwear, and I stuffed all of Jie’s underwear, which was stained with secretions from her arousal, into her mouth, occasionally putting a piece of plaster on the outside to prevent her from spitting it out. These fabrics were very effective in eliminating almost all sounds, with only a few low “oh…ah…ah…ah” sounds escaping from the depths of her throat.

Later, after Jie was more able to tolerate the pain, we bought the plastic dog bone, and now every time I need to muffle the sound, I put the dog bone across Jie’s mouth and secure it behind his head with a string. Jie kneeling on the ground holding the dog bone looks very nice, like a puppy.

Humanoid dog conditioning (III)

The master thought it might be a good idea to have the slave himself meet with everyone and repeat the oath the slave had previously written on the internet in the hope that those who saw it would not laugh at the slave.

There was a sudden pain in the back of my head, and Master grabbed my long hair with his big hand and pulled back hard, forcing my slave’s upper body away from the desk and tilting her head back desperately to ease the pain. Master leaned down slightly and whispered in slave’s ear: “Aren’t you a shameless bitch, and you’re afraid that people will laugh at you? Tell them what you are and what you are doing.”

“Yes, Master.” I replied.

Jai is a slave, a bitch in service to her master. For the purpose of typing this article, Master allowed the bitch to stand up, but Master said that in order to be reminded of who the slave was supposed to be, during the typing process, the slave would need to wear those four-inch high heels, a leash, and hold a specially purchased dog bone in her mouth when it was free.

At Master’s command, the slave now stood with her legs apart in front of the computer, leaning forward, her breasts pressed against the desk, as Master inserted an anal plug into the slave’s behind.

“Behind?” The master gave the slave’s ass a hard smack with his belt: “Scream what you need to scream. Tell them what is your behind?”

“Yes, Master.”

Behind it is the slave’s asshole. Before the anal plug is inserted, of course, the customary 300 enema liquid is also missing. But Master said that in order to make it a little more enjoyable, he added some soap to it this time. The slave’s stomach was already hurting a bit, and the soap seemed to be much more powerful than warm water. Occasionally there was a “bonking” sound from inside the belly, and the slave clenched his asshole hard to make sure that none of the liquid came out and soiled the Master’s room.

And so, under the torture of the heels on the slave’s feet, and the caress of the Master’s fingers on the slave’s pussy, the slave fought back the urge to poop and bent over the computer to type.

“Now tell them your slave proclamation, bitch.”

“Yes, Master.”

The slave, a year ago, when he had fully accepted the slave’s present identity, had written a slave manifesto at his master’s request, which was really quite simple, declaring that the slave was henceforth the property of his master, and  intended to serve him in any way he could.

My master laughed from behind me and gave my nub a firm nip with his hand as he said, “Puppy, you can really avoid the point! Don’t you want to go to the bathroom earlier? If you write honestly, you can still go earlier. It’s you, not me, who’s going to be in trouble if you dawdle like this. But maybe you like soapy water? Look at how wet you are now. Are you in need of a fuck again? In that case, I’ll switch to soapy water from now on.”

“I’m sorry, Master, slave will write properly. Slave doesn’t like soapy water, slave’s stomach hurts so much right now, but if it will make Master happy, slave will  mean to use soapy water from now on. Slave is so excited, I hope master can love slave.”

“Good girl,” Master said as he slid his fingers into slave’s cunt, twisting and thrusting. Slave was excited now, but still tried to remain as still as possible.

“Come and tell them your manifesto from beginning to end and you can leave for the restroom.”

“Yes, Master.”

The declaration of the slaves was this.

“I, Jie, swear to give up all rights to be a human being from now on, and to spend my life as a lowly bitch in the service of my master. Bitch Xiaojie  intends to let her master use her bitch’s body as he wishes, and to let her master enter and exit any hole in her body in any way she wishes at any time. Bitch Little Jay survives to please her master in whatever form her master desires. Bitch swears that she will not disobey any of her master’s commands, and if any of her behavior angers her master, bitch  intends to accept any punishment from her master.”

“That’s my good bitch.” Master leaned down and kissed slave’s cheek, and after pumping his finger inside slave’s cunt hard again for a while, he retreated his finger and placed it under slave’s nose: “As a reward, you can go to the toilet after licking Master’s finger clean.”

The slave gave his Master a grateful look, put the dog bone in his mouth to one side, and took his Master’s finger tenderly in his mouth, licking it gently with the tip of his tongue, feeling the slave’s own slightly salty and sour taste. After cleaning up, the slave was about to leave, when the master called out to the slave: “How rude, leaving without saying goodbye to everyone?

People will say I didn’t train you right.”

“I’m sorry, master.”

“Goodbye guys, I hope you enjoyed Slave Jai’s confession.” The bitch barked “Woof, woof, woof” twice as a farewell, picked up the dog bone again, knelt down, removed her feet and other heels, and crawled away to the restroom.

Humanoid dog conditioning (IV)

Before I continue to describe my conditioning of Jie, I would like to spend a little space to write two strokes on two very important issues in SM practice: emotional communication and safety, the writing may be a little too theoretical, those who want to see the process of practice please skip this section.

These two issues are added to the discussion as a guide for the many who enjoy this but are afraid or will not practice it, and because any conditioning I will write about in the future has the potential to cause transient or permanent damage to the female body, so the issue of safety in conditioning is emphasized ahead of time.

:: Emotional communication and mutual adaptation

SM for me, while arguably a way for me to vent my tyrannical tendencies, more importantly, was an avenue for Jie and I to communicate in another form and deepen our bond.

Jie and I count ourselves lucky that we both have very similar sexual tendencies and likes, and while our roles have changed considerably over the past year or so, the bond between us has not weakened, but rather deepened considerably. In complete contrast to what is portrayed in many abuse novels, the abused party in the SM lifestyle can actually have a great deal of autonomy. Jai became my slave because she liked me, trusted me, and  intended for me to have complete control over her and master her abused side. If one day in the future (although I doubt that such a day will ever come), Jie decides to discontinue our master-slave relationship, I cannot object or force her to do so without breaking the law.

While the purely forced, female-neglectful abuse described in abuse novels may bring us great sensual stimulation, it’s most likely not feasible in real life. My favorite work of abuse in Yuan Yuan is NeeWui’s “The Shame of a Beautiful Young Woman”, which is able to ensure the perfection of a woman’s body while at the same time subjecting her to such a wide variety of mental and physical torture, so I have to admire the author’s rich imagination. It’s a pity that Yui ends up in the hands of someone who doesn’t know how to take pity on her and cherish her, making me lose my mind for a while proper.

Although the arbitrary abuse and torture in the novels were not desirable, there were many ways of tempering created by the authors Some of them I copied onto Jie as they were, like brushing his pussy with a brush, using an egg yolk enema, and letting Jie’s pussy rub against a rope and walk along it, all of them were improvised and used on Jie after I had read Yuan Yuan’s article, and they added a lot of fun to our time together.

In short, in real life masters should understand and adapt to your slaves to some extent, so that SM not only brings great pleasure to yourself, but also to your slaves is actually very important and very necessary. That slave manifesto of Jie’s, actually doesn’t have any legal benefits, it’s just a means I use to humiliate her and achieve complete control over her, so I would take it out every now and then and let her read it out, listen to her trembling voice and see her blush.

In addition to our master-slave relationship at night, Jie and I also have a layer of equal husband-and-wife relationship, so Jie is still an equal participant in decisions about major events in the house. I also still give Jie gifts on various holidays and take Jie on outings, dinners, and meetings, with the difference that the gifts now often have a bit of an abusive undertone to them, like nipple clamps, collars, handcuffs, and whatnot. When Jie is taken out, she is often given small props, ranging from tiny doses of enemas to chastity belts, thongs, dildos, and anal plugs. When Jie wore these props when she went out, her face was always red and sometimes a little distracted by the torture, which was very cute.

Since it is always the master who issues orders and imposes punishments in SM, paying attention to the passive partner’s reaction during the conditioning process and allowing the passive partner to express her feelings is very important to achieve mutual pleasure. More specifically, due to the masochistic tendencies of the abused party, they sometimes like it when someone forces her to accept something.

Jie is like that. Sometimes she wants it so badly, but she still says “no”.

She said it added to the feeling of being abused and it also made her feel like she wasn’t so naturally slutty and ashamed.

Knowing this, I would occasionally tease her, and when I knew she wanted to be molested intensely but was mouthing off about not wanting it, I would, as she said, stop abruptly and not let her be satisfied until Jae couldn’t hold it in and desperately begged for it, and I’d have completely humiliated her as a result.

However, it must be remembered that the abused party generally has limits that they cannot accept and cannot break. Respect for these limits is very important to the development of a good master-slave relationship, although the dominant party can be forced to break it, but generally bring great damage to the relationship and the abused party’s physical and mental, violating the original purpose of mutual pleasure.

These limits vary from person to person, and my Jae is most afraid of multiple people, being naked in public, and animals. I once ordered her to lift up her short skirt in public, which she strongly objected to, but fortunately I quickly switched to another punishment so we didn’t get into a fight.

:: Security

Another thing that is very, very important in the flirting process is the safety of both parties. Jai and I are lucky enough to be a couple and are mutually assured that we are not having an affair, so we don’t have to worry about any sexually transmitted diseases, we just have to master safety in the tuning operation.

The safety of the abused party is really quite simple – one is contraception and the other is hygiene. Because the abused party is often abused physically, safety and hygiene are very important. Here’s a brief list of things I’ve heard and some things I’d like to mention: 1) Always wash your hands with soap before fingering an abused party. The vagina is relatively sterile, but a lack of hygiene in finger-fucking can cause vaginal ejaculation and may cause ejaculation in the male partner through sexual intercourse.

2) Always wear a condom during anal sex. Colon feces is the dirtiest thing in the human body and the consequences of not wearing a condom are unimaginable.

3) Causing pain should be done in moderation. Proper whipping can provide considerable pleasure to the abused party, but when it is overdone, a good thing can turn into a bad thing and can cause bruises, lacerations, and excessive pain.

4) Pay attention to blood circulation while binding. Especially if you plan to leave for a while during bondage, be sure not to tie it too tightly, or tie live knots so that the abused party can untie herself if necessary. The same goes for using nipple clamps to avoid permanent damage from using them for too long.

5) Pay attention to the condition of the joints when hanging, it is recommended that it is best not to concentrate the whole body weight on one or two joints to avoid joint dislocation.

6) Enemas must not use large quantities of alcoholic beverages, at most not more than one-half of the recipient’s usual maximum alcohol intake, or severe alcohol poisoning will result. I personally recommend not to use beverages containing too much soda, such as cola, because these beverages will create a lot of gas.

7) The enema should not be overused, as in some novels 3000 enemas are given at one time, which is very dangerous if imitated.

8) Anal Plug Use. If you’ve seen The Story of O, you’ll know that one way to permanently dilate the anus is to place anal plugs of various sizes from small to large in the anus for a long period of time to permanently widen the muscles at the anus. However, this is said to cause fecal incontinence in old age due to muscle relaxation in old age.

9) Be careful with electrocution, asphyxiation, and other dangerous operations that can lead to immediate death.

In short, safety first, enjoyment second. High-intensity physical torture does not necessarily bring both parties to the most enjoyable level, and a moderate level of physical punishment and mental humiliation and torture, such as that in “The Misery of a Beautiful Young Woman”, may be more effective.

Humanoid dog conditioning (V)

The purpose of writing all of this is really to let people know that SM, while a little weird, is not atrocious. There’s no shame in being good at it.

● Drip Wax

Before I practiced it, I always thought that wax dripping is painful and will cause burns, but it is not. The first time Jie and I practiced wax dripping was after a netizen told me the trick of wax dripping, because wax oil will cool down gradually when it falls from a high altitude, if the candle is held high enough, the temperature of the hot wax on the skin has dropped a lot and will not burn the skin. If the wax oil drops onto the skin and condenses almost immediately, the temperature is very low and there is nothing to worry about. If the candle is placed lower and it takes a few more seconds for the wax oil to solidify after it falls on the skin, the temperature is a little high, and whether it is excessive or not depends on the reaction of the abused party.

The most sensitive part of the body to wax dripping is the nipple, followed by the labia, then the nipple, navel, breasts, and the least sensitive is the skin in general. So unless your partner is very accustomed to pain, the candle should be raised and then lowered slowly when dripping wax on the pubic area. Once a layer of wax has been re-covered on the skin, further drops cannot come into direct contact with the skin, so if you are going to be dripping for a long period of time, you should clean it once a while.

If the dry wax oil is dripped on the nipple, belly button, etc., it will still be in the shape of nipple and belly button after it is removed, which is very pretty. I once used Jie’s nipples as templates and made more than thirty wax nipples. Jie’s nipples were burned to a deep purplish-red color by the end of the process, and they had grown so much bigger and stood up in the air, much like rosy red grapes at harvest time, that I couldn’t help but want to take a bite out of them.

Due to the wax dripping for such a long time, Jie’s nipples might be a little bit slightly burned, and with a slight bite, she wailed and her whole body followed up and down in a very emotional way. Jie loved being dripped with wax, so dripping wax was a game for her, and foreplay for our conditioning. She said that the moment the wax oil touched her nipples or pussy, it was like a hot stream hitting the inside of her torso from your most sensitive part. It usually drips for a while and she’s so wet.

The only inconvenience is that the dry wax oil sometimes falls all over the place, and there is even a thin layer sticking to the skin like grease that is not easy to remove. Recently, however, after Jie got her own sleeping bag, I started letting her lie on the nylon silk to receive the wax drops. After the wax drops, she went to take a simple bath while I took the bag to the balcony and shook the wax oils off casually.

:: Anal sex, enemas

To this day I have never been able to figure out how a woman can get pleasure from anal sex. To develop Jie’s anus, we bought lubricants, enemas, three sizes of anal plugs, and an anal dildo.

My friend told me that the anus is very vulnerable because it doesn’t have its own lubricant and the mucous membrane is very thin and wrinkled, so it has to be treated properly. Once the anus or the intestines inside are ruptured, it is very difficult to recover because there is a lot of bacteria. In addition, the anal muscles are very tight, so remember to never stuff any foreign objects all the way into the anus, stuffed in simply can not be taken out, had to go to the hospital to solve the problem.

For the reasons I mentioned last time, I usually rarely put an anal plug in Jae unless I’m going out or for punishment.

If I were going to use Jie’s anus, I would first give her two enemas, one with soapy water (200 or so) and one with warm water (500 or so), to get rid of the poop in her system. Other than the first and second enemas being fresh, I don’t like to watch Jae poop because it stinks.

However, I usually keep Jie for a long time after the enema, and at the same time give her some tasks to accomplish, like receiving a whipping, sucking my dick, performing a handjob, or poking herself in the vagina with a vibrator or something. Look at the look on her face as she struggles with her buttocks, her face red and sweating all over, while still trying to complete the tasks I give her. It was only after she couldn’t help but desperately beg me, sometimes even kowtowing to me, and admitting that she was a useless smelly bitch that only produced feces, that I would let her crawl to the toilet to defecate on her own.

After the enema generally have to have some foreplay to let Jie’s anus relax, generally I will first use one or two fingers inserted into Jie’s anus, rest for a while, to be Jie relaxed, and then begin to use the finger to do rotary movement, gradually expand Jie’s anus, and then three fingers. The dildo for anal use, foreplay about 15 minutes, but also keep replenishing the lubricant, know that Xiaojie’s anus completely relaxed before really inserted, but also wear a condom.

The feeling of anal sex is just average, a little tighter than the vagina, and a little more laborious to thrust. Although entering from Xiaojie’s anus, which is the least  intentional for me to enter, would bring me a high sense of conquest, but since neither Xiaojie nor I really like anal sex, and the preparation is too troublesome, Xiaojie’s anus is now mostly used by me as a tool for punishment and conditioning.

When he hears that I’m going to give an enema or use an anal plug, Jae gives an oddly pained look before frowning and crawling obediently to get the tool in his mouth and place it in my hand, then turning around and turning his ass to me, waiting nervously. Even when I was punishing, I wouldn’t forget the lubricant, but since it was punishment, all foreplay was dispensed with, and I would often quickly slam the anal plug into Jae’s anus and listen to that uncontrollable whimper. Occasionally, I would hang a small bell on the exposed part of the plug and let Jie receive a whipping, or simply beat himself, with the sound of the flesh being smacked and the sound of the bell being heard being very pleasing to the ear.

:: Whipping

There were three favorite positions for me to beat Jae, one was to have her crouch over my knee, which made it easy to punish her ass and pussy. One is to have her kneel against the floor mirror in our house and watch in the mirror how my palms, slaps, and straps land on her naked torso. If it’s going to be a pussy spanking, Jae is usually ordered to lie on her back on the bed and use her own hands to spread her knees wide apart.

Sometimes I used a blindfold on Jae, but I preferred to see the look on her face as she watched in fear with rounded eyes as the punishment fell. Occasionally my punishments would leave Jae’s ass swollen for a few days, and except for one or two instances where Jae had drawn my wrath, I never made Jae’s skin bleed.

My favorite implement is a leather-faced paddle, because the large area of contact with the skin spreads your force evenly, and the paddle generally doesn’t cause serious injury, but can still cause a lot of pain, and a “nice red butt”. Unfortunately, Jie’s masochistic potential was tempered by my love of whipping and pain, and I didn’t want to escalate the whipping to prevent serious injury, so I rarely use the buttocks as a punishment anymore, but the pussy whipping still makes Jie struggle and beg for forgiveness.

:: Rewards and penalties

A very important step in conditioning a slave is to reward and punish. Reward, generally refers to caressing, after Jie has worked hard to complete a long period of conditioning, I will tell her that I love her and am proud of her, caress her gently, occasionally go out together for a romantic time, or let her rest in bed with me. But Jai is sometimes stubborn and naughty, and I do punish her if she doesn’t fulfill my orders.

The punishments varied with the depth of the conditioning, and now I most often abused Jie’s anus and whipped her pussy. Because Jie is most afraid of being humiliated in public, occasionally when I get angry, I push a naked Jie into the backyard for a few minutes and watch her desperately try to hide in the bushes to prevent her neighbors from seeing her. Or I’d force Jie to run into an Internet chat room and yell “I’m a bitch, I need a beating”, then make her stay there for another 10 minutes or so to see how people reacted to her, and force her to answer questions from everyone there.

These punishments have been successful so far, and each time Jai cries out in pain and begs for my forgiveness.

Conclusion.

I am grateful that that English article gave Jie and I a chance to enter a new world, and I hope that my short introduction will be helpful to those who are interested.Bye for now.

Humanoid dog conditioning (VI)

I was chatting online last night and a lurker suggested I use ice cubes, so I stopped by and had Jae write a blurb, if anyone likes this type of description please leave a comment and I’ll have Jae post it up later when I get a chance, if no one likes it I’ll just stop so I don’t take up space.

to SMlover: What is bike bump? I’m not a big fan of air enemas. I’ve tried coke enemas before and the gas was too stinky to be worth it, but I’ll try it for you sometime. I live in North America.

to SMfans∶ stimulate the pubic nucleus with a jumping egg, rubbing with twine and knots have been used before, I usually let Jie walk around on the twine by herself, so that she can control the speed, so as not to hurt her by mistake.

Wild, I might experiment if she annoys me. Jae is sensitive to all occasions where she might be seen by others, so it might not work as part of normal conditioning.

To Fantasy Invalid: Thanks for the advice, duckbill pliers and shaving have all been done. I can’t add the rings because I have to have help, but I’ll let Jai try the others one by one.

● Ice conditioning

It was nighttime, and my host was still typing away at the computer as if he was talking to someone. I was curled up in a corner of the house, flipping open a random novel.

The master suddenly paused and said, “Puppy, would you like to try some ice?”

Ice? That doesn’t sound bad. I nodded: “If Master  wishes, slave would like to try.”

“Then come with me to the kitchen!” The master stood up and walked to the kitchen.

“Yes, Master.” I climbed to my feet and hobbled after my master on my hands and knees, the metal leash around my neck dangling to the ground with a “clink, clink, clink.”

“Now sit up.” The master instructed as he opened the refrigerator.

“Yes, Master.” I straightened up, pressing my full body weight onto my feet, my nipples gradually hardening and rising in excited anticipation.

My master poured all the ice cubes in the box into a bowl, bent down, placed it in front of me, and then sat in a chair at the dining table observing me: “Now, take an ice cube in one hand and caress your whole body with it.”

“Yes, Master.” I closed the ice cube in my palm and pressed it to my already slightly warm cheeks, so cold!

I pressed my fingers against the ice and began to slide down, my neck, shoulder blades, chest, stomach… The penetrating coolness soon made the hairs on my body stand up in sweat. I winced, but didn’t stop.

The ice still slid over my front, my thighs, caressing my body along with my hands. My body heat dissolved the ice, and I could feel the cool water sliding down my stomach, my thighs, and dripping to the floor.

“Now, nipples.”

I obediently slid up to my nipple and swirled the ice around it. The sensations of ice and fire turned out to be so similar, and as I lingered longer, the ice changed from a silky coolness to a vaguely fiery pain, and I boiled with it. The ice in my hand gradually dissolved into tiny grains of ice and then disappeared.

“Okay, get another ice cube, stand up, spread your legs wide and rub your pussy with the ice cube.”

“Yes, Master.” I stood up holding the new ice cube and spread my legs wide apart, kind of like a horse stance. Facing my master, I began rubbing the ice cube back and forth against my pussy lips and nub. My pussy had always been my most sensitive area, and the coolness of the already familiar ice cubes unleashed a new assault on me from there. Soon my skin there went numb, the bone chilling cold turned to a fiery pain, and my breathing heaved. I looked to my master and begged with my eyes, “Can it stop?”

The master understood me and gave me an encouraging smile, “It’s still early, My little girl, now fix the ice cube on the pubic core and don’t move your hand for one minute.” My master lifted his watch and started to count.

I obeyed with trembling, gritting my teeth, enduring the pain from my most sensitive part, and counting the time in my heart: “One, two…”

“Okay, time’s up, give me the ice.” Master came over and put his finger deep inside me checking me out, “You’re already very wet, bitch, like it?”

Being discovered by my master’s excitement, my face turned even redder. After handing over the remaining two-finger wide ice cubes to my master’s hand, I gently nodded my head : “Slave preference, thank you master for your conditioning.”

My master gently patted my flushed cheeks with a hand that wasn’t holding ice: “Good girl. now keep your legs still, bend over and put your hands on the ground.”

I obeyed, and my master came around behind me, realizing what was about to happen, and I was a little scared, and a little expectant.

My master gently ran the ice cube twice around the anal opening. Despite knowing that I should be relaxed at this point, I couldn’t help but tense up, sweat gradually seeping out of me and my skeleton shaking a little.

Suddenly, my master’s fingers pushed hard, and an icy foreign object forced my anus open and squeezed inside me. My master took two more ice cubes and pushed them into my vagina, one by one, and I groaned as the ice slid over my still cold and numb labia and vaginal opening, bringing a stinging pain.

“Good, now straighten up.” I straightened up and my Master turned to me again, rubbing and pinching and twisting my puffy nipples with his fingers. The stimulation of my vagina and anus cold and full, and my Master’s caresses on me hit me. Ice water, quickly melted by the temperature inside me, slid down my inner thighs and dripped onto the floor. I leaned my upper body towards my Master, begging for more with my eyes.

My master responded enthusiastically, leaning down to give me a kiss that almost took my breath away as he rubbed my breasts hard with his warm hands.

The ice gradually and gradually dissolved cleanly, and the tingling in his body turned to a comforting coolness before disappearing into a pleasant tingling, warmth.

Seeing that the water was no longer dripping, the master said, “Good dog, you were great. Now clean up the kitchen and try to write about the experience so they know what a good bitch you are and how proud I am of you.”

To my most beloved master.

Humanoid Dog Conditioning (VII)

To love brother: thanks for the suggestion, the sausage part seems fun, will try it later.

The chastity belt couldn’t be worn all day except on weekends, and Jae had to work during the week to be more or less aware of the repercussions and to make sure she rested. Letting her wear it this time wasn’t out of punishment either, but rather to let her build up her sexiness so she could explode by the weekend, so the plan was to keep her vagina in a vacuum until Saturday.

Tuesday, June 5

This Saturday is my third wedding anniversary with Master, and as if Master was planning something, three weeks ago Master visited an online SM erotic products sales site. Over the past year or so, my master has purchased several gifts for me from that site, including a leather collar, leather gloves, anal plugs, and a vibrator, which now often accompany me. But whereas in the past my master had always consulted me before making a selection, this time my master said he wanted to give me a Surprise on our wedding anniversary, so he decided not to let me know exactly what the gift was until the day.

Yesterday the owner picked up a package from the post office, and it’s not often that we get packages unless we Order something, so I figured the inside of the package would be my anniversary present. My host put it in a corner of his desk and didn’t shy away from letting me see it, I peeked at it, the box was about a foot long, but not very wide or tall. What could it be? A pair of steel handcuffs, I wondered curiously? Perhaps, the owner had mentioned that he would buy me a pair. Days! I was beginning to hope that Saturday would come soon, I was getting a little restless to contain my curiosity.

My master notices my measuring gaze and gives me a wicked grin, “Don’t worry Baby, I promise you’ll have a wedding anniversary you’ll never forget, but it’s not time yet.” I nodded in embarrassment and tried not to ogle the temptations on the table anymore.

This morning, as is customary, my master swept through Yuan Yuan before going to work, and he told me that several users had left messages about my sexualization. After reading all the messages for me, my master told me that he thought the abstinence idea was a good one, so in order for me to have “an anniversary to remember for the rest of my life”, my master decided that I would have to wear the leather chastity belt from today until Saturday. In addition, starting tonight, I will be conditioned to hold my urine.

(By the way, thanks for all the advice here, but can we please stop mentioning the caterpillar? I get goosebumps just thinking about it.)

“Can we not wear chastity belts at work? Master, I won’t be able to go to the restroom with it on. And as you know, I can’t quite concentrate when I wear it.”

The master considered for a moment and replied: “No, you must wear it, anyway, it has been decided to hold your urine as part of this week’s conditioning. If you can’t help it, you are allowed to come to my company during your lunch break, and I’ll help you unlock the door to relieve yourself. Whether you can concentrate is your problem, you figure it out yourself.”

I nodded obediently, crawled to the bedroom where the SM toy was stored, found the chastity belt in my mouth, and crawled back to my Master. My master patted my head gently, “Now, stand up and put it on yourself.”

My chastity belt is made of soft leather, there is about two fingers wide of soft leather running down the middle of my legs, when I put it on, the leather sinks slightly into the skin of my labia majora, and since the leather is so soft I don’t really feel any pain, although the friction of walking around all day makes my pussy itch.

Because I had no way to comfort myself with it on, I was often fidgety after a few hours, and when I took it off at night, I would always beg my owner to comfort me or let me masturbate in order to relieve myself. This time I actually had to wear it for so many days and abstain from sex that I couldn’t help but be a little scared and hope that I hadn’t gone crazy by Saturday. “Maybe I can tempt my master to comfort me once or twice in between.” I thought badly.

After putting on the chastity belt, my master put a small lock on the joint and patted my ass with his hand: “Good, get dressed and go to work!”

The next day’s work was not good, and can only be described as “long”. Because I was afraid of going to the restroom, I didn’t dare to drink water for a day, and when I was really thirsty, I would hold a mouthful of water in my throat and then spit it out. By the end of the day, my lips were already dry, and my tongue and throat had a faintly bitter taste. Despite having no desire to urinate, I went to the host company at noon to use the restroom once to prepare for the long four and a half hour afternoon.

I could have actually soothed the persistent scratching of my pussy while I was in the restroom, but I didn’t end up doing so for fear that I might be discovered by someone coming in or out, and because I genuinely wanted to be able to please my Master by obeying his commands completely.

Around 4pm, I thought I was going crazy. Despite not drinking any water all day, the urge to urinate gradually built up and gradually reached the limit of explosion, and I moved up and down in my seat, hoping to find a position to fight the intolerable pressure on my bladder. This friction distracted me from my bladder, but at the same time it made my pussy more scratchy, and for a moment it seemed as if a number of ants were crawling around in my place, and my hands shook and began to sweat.

A coworker passed by my spacing and gave me a strange look, and I immediately remained still and acted as if I was concentrating on typing. Time now slowed down like a snail’s crawl… One minute, two minutes… At 4:27, I couldn’t hold it in any longer, so I forced myself to stand up and walked into the restroom. As soon as I sat down on the toilet, urine immediately gushed out from both sides of the chastity belt, some of it cheaply onto my thighs, and tears gushed out from my eyes in shame.

After venting, I tried to carefully and completely wipe the urine that had gotten on my thighs and chastity belt, but I couldn’t do anything about the urine that had gotten on the inside of the chastity belt, and it was good to know that I still had thirty minutes to go before my shift ended. I calmed myself and walked back to my chair, and Damn! The remaining urine inside the chastity belt gradually oozed out as I walked and dripped down my inner thighs. After returning to my spacer, I quietly cleaned it up with a paper towel when no one was looking, placed another wad of paper towels under the chastity belt, and refocused on my work as I waited for the end of my shift.

When I got home in the evening, my master checked on me and quickly noticed my predicament, “Such a big man and he pees his pants.” He scoffed and mercifully unlocked the door. My master allowed me to clean up a bit: “But no masturbating while you’re at it, and remember you’re not allowed to be satisfied until Saturday.” I nodded and climbed into the shower.

It was nice to be able to take a hot bath after such a consuming day. The chastity belt was covered in a mixture of my bodily fluids and urine, a reminder of my sluttiness and shame. I carefully washed it off, took it in my mouth, and crawled over to my master. Master hesitated, probably considering whether to let me put it back on, “Master, please, no.” I begged my master.

“Never mind, I’ll spare you for your good behavior during the day.”

“Thank you Master!” I gratefully crouched down to kiss my master’s feet, and now I  would do anything I was told to do as long as I wasn’t asked to wear a chastity belt.

It was now almost 10:30 p.m., and I was getting a little sleepy from the day’s torture, and my master kindly agreed to spare me by omitting the nightly holding of urine. To summarize, in the three hours after dinner I was ordered to drink about three or four liters of plain water, constantly drinking and peeing and peeing and drinking.

My master said that my urine-holding conditioning looks like it’s going to go on for a while, as I’ve had several occasions where I couldn’t fully control myself after being given the command to stop. As punishment, and for my own good (not letting me masturbate), I’ll be back-cuffed overnight for the rest of the week. Also, my master has decided to use an internet friend’s suggestion and tomorrow I will have an anal plug placed inside my chastity belt. How I wished that my master had put a vibrator instead of an anal plug, then I could at least get some comfort instead of anal torture. But punishment is punishment. Tomorrow… Ugh! Tomorrow will be an even longer day.

In a moment, my master will cuff my hands behind my back and I will kneel at my master’s crotch and use my lips and my tongue to bring my master to orgasm. I gratefully swallowed every bit of my Master’s seed, hoping that my Master would also be able to comfort my private parts that had been starving all day.

“No, I won’t.” My master chuckled softly in my ear, “Remember, No sex beforeSaturday.” My eyes dimmed a little… ANYWAY, by Saturday, Saturday everything would be different.

Humanoid dog conditioning (viii)

Wednesday, June 6

Early in the morning, a persistent soreness in both arms woke me from my sleep. My left arm was numb from the long hours of gravity, and I gently rolled over onto my back and lay prone in my sleeping bag, the blood rushing into my ischemic left arm causing a surge of soreness. I curled my fingers slightly in an attempt to ease the excruciating pain, but unfortunately it didn’t help. A million little pins and needles irritated my fingertips and palms for a few moments before they gradually dissipated.

The sound of my master’s even breathing came from the bed and I looked up at the clock, it wasn’t even five o’clock yet. My master rolled over in bed and cooed something, and I immediately stilled. My chest felt the hardness and coldness of the floor through my sleeping bag. I turned my face sideways and stared unconsciously at my master’s feet that were hidden under the covers, and once again entered the state of Mon…

As I expected, today was even harder than yesterday. Before going to work, my master relentlessly inserted the largest diameter anal plug into my anus before making me wear a chastity belt as I did yesterday. After so much training, I had become accustomed to the sensation of a foreign object being quickly inserted into my anus, stretching it wide open. But after an hour or two, the anal plug would still burn the surrounding muscles raw as if it were gradually burning up. All day long, I struggled with the hell of pain and desire. The only redeeming factor was that I managed to resist the bladder shock today and didn’t make a fool of myself at work like I did yesterday.

After dinner, my master led me into the restroom with a bowl of dog food in my mouth. At my master’s command, I plopped down in the bathtub and drank my first three bowls of water for the night, and the evening’s pee-holding conditioning began. Perhaps because the restroom was so small, my master didn’t stay by my side the whole time, but only came in every ten minutes or so, ordering and monitoring me to drink more water. My stomach bulged so quickly that, bending my head, I could even see the outline of my swollen stomach under my ribcage, and still I obediently drank as much water as I could until it seemed as if it were about to spill out of my throat.

Soon such a large amount of water had its proper effect, and the pressure built up in my bladder, bit by bit, until it was on the verge of bursting at the limit. I wiggled my hips from side to side as I knelt there, trying to relieve the unbearable tension, but it was no use, so I had to place one hand on the exit of my urethra and press hard, blocking the urine that threatened to gush out at any moment.

The master paced into the bathroom, saw this scene, and could not help but get angry: “Bitch, who allowed you to touch your pussy with your hand? Put it down!” I quickly put my hand down and looked at my master pleadingly: “I’m sorry, master, but I can’t hold it any longer, please… please allow me to pee.”

“Can’t help it so you can violate your master’s injunctions? Bitch.”

“No, Master, please Master, forgive me. Master, please, let the bitch pee!”

“Not now,” my master turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me half-crazed and trembling. When he came back again, his master had a belt in his hand: “Five strokes, your punishment for disobedience. After that you can pee.”

I hung my head and waited, my legs clenched tight against the pressure of my bladder. The belt whistled and tore through the air with a “Pop!” The landed across me with a thud, and my hips burned like fire.

“One moment, thank you master.”

The Master drew back the belt, adjusted his position, and once again, the belt struck down with a gust of wind, this time landing on my thighs, bringing a tearing pain.

“Two strokes, thank you Master.” I was trembling even more, my arms already a little too supportive.

“Three times, thank you master.”

“Four down, thank you master.”

I couldn’t help but moan as two drops landed on my back in quick succession. Breathing pauses from the throbbing pain, and the intense pain distracts me as a drop or two of urine slides uncontrollably down my legs.

My master paused, stepped diagonally behind me, waited for me to regulate my own breathing, and then said, “Spread your legs.”

“Yes, Master.” I spread my legs as wide as I could in the cramped tub, exposing my vulnerable pussy as I waited for my Master’s final blow.

“Splat!” The belt landed squarely between my legs and I cried out, my whole body tensing and then relaxing. I fell limp in the bathtub, my uncontrollable urine gushing out, cascading down between my legs, over my calves, and into the drain, my eyes tearing up as I did so.

I cried silently, “Five down, thank you master.”

“Stop!” My Master obviously wasn’t allowing me to let out a painful stream. My whole body tensed reflexively, my pussy muscles clenched and my stream of urine crunched to a halt as I looked at my Master begrudgingly, “Continue.” Master nodded.

In this way, the whole night I was curled up in the bathtub, with my head buried in the bowl of dog food, constantly drinking water, and my whole body invaded in my own urine, doing all sorts of urination postures according to my master’s requirements: either lying on my back and trying my best to raise my buttocks, watching the golden urine shoot up to the sky like a fountain; or curling up on all fours, with one leg elevated high, peeing like a dog; or squatting in a stance with my legs spread out, so that my master could easily observe and control the speed of my urination. the speed of my peeing.

I could no longer think, my whole body was covered with the smell of urine, my long silky hair was wet with urine, and locks of it were smeared on my torso. No longer resembling a human being, but more like a female beast dropped into a furnace of sensation, humiliation and excitement, I moaned and cried, mechanically contracting or releasing my muscles in response to my master’s commands to stop and release.

Nearly two years of conditioning had heightened all the feminine instincts in me. I have learned how to cry my heart out, expressing my grief, my humiliation, my pain, my desire, my arousal, and my love for my Master in endless tears. I also learned to obey, pleasing my Master with my struggles, my pain, my orgasms, and my suppleness.

By the time the day’s conditioning ended in a cozy hot bath, I was exhausted. My master tenderly picked up the baby-like crying me, kissing my lips gently and wiping away my tears. I passionately responded to my Master’s kisses with my tongue, the day’s hard struggle finally over. With my hands cuffed behind my back, I quickly fell into sleep.

Humanoid dog conditioning (ix)

Thursday, June 7

Today is our group’s routine gathering at the beginning of the month, where every member of the group has to report on their work, and at noon we will all go out for lunch, so I won’t have time to go to my master’s company today. My master made an exception and let me not wear a chastity belt today, but in order to make sure that I “don’t masturbate when my master can’t see me” and to “give the bitch something to do when she’s bored”, my master decided to let me wear a thong made of rope today.

I almost cried when I found out my master’s decision. Aside from the only benefit of being able to go to the bathroom, the thong was even more torturous than the chastity belt. Still, I stood obediently in front of my Master as he instructed me to do, and watched as he wrapped the thin white nylon rope around my waist three times in a tight circle, binding it securely. My Master rummaged around for a while in the place where he kept the Toy, and pulled out the thick cotton rope that seemed to have a little bit of hemp added to it.

“MASTER, PLEASE…” I begged, as many times experience had taught me that this rope would absorb a lot of water, rise and tingle after my first visit to the toilet.

My master interrupted me: “But you like it, don’t you? Bitch.”

“If it would please you, yes, Master.” I replied with a sobbing voice.

“Good!” said Master as he tied a series of three knots in the center of the rope before passing it between my legs. Master carefully adjusted the position of the knots until they were perfectly nestled in my clit, vaginal opening and anus. Master pulled the rope back and forth hard and tight, securely tying it to the rope around my waist. The rope sank deep into the skin of my pussy and the knots clung to my three most sensitive areas, pounding my senses.

“Now lie down on the bed and spread your legs.”

I obeyed with a groan. After the knot was positioned correctly again, my master patted me: “Okay, in order to ensure that the rope is used to its fullest potential, now go drink a large glass of water and go to the toilet. Remember, today I want the rope to be always wet, so every time you go to the bathroom you must refill it with a big glass of water, do you hear me? Bitch.”

“Yes, Master.” Obediently, I crawled to the kitchen to drink as much water as I could, then crawled into the restroom. The cotton rope soon absorbed much of the urine and tightened even more, and the knots seemed to rise much larger, snagging deeply on my clitoris, in my vaginal opening and in my anus. Dressing, I accompanied my owner out the door to work.

Throughout the day, I drank water as ordered by my master to keep the rope continually moist. The salty rope rubbed against the soft skin of my pussy and labia with every step I took today, and I didn’t need to look to know that my anus and vagina were red and swollen. The high salt content of my urine and the knots of the rope irritated me with a burning pain between my legs, the tightening rope rubbing against the newly grown hairy roots on my shameful mounds with each change in my position, the tight anus and the swollen clitoris, tormenting me every moment of every day.

To my amazement, I was able to complete the monthly report smoothly. My face may have been a little red and my voice a little shaky, but my coworkers would have thought it was due to nerves, so it seems that the long term conditioning had done its job.

The chronic pain increased to unbearable levels as the hours passed, and throughout the afternoon I tried to remain as still as possible in my chair to avoid any further friction, apart from going to the toilet as requested by my master. By the end of the day, despite trying to behave as usual, my gait was much slower and my legs were parted as slightly as possible to minimize any unnecessary contact between my labia and the ropes.

Back home, the master did not immediately lift the torture on me like a maggot attached to the bone as I  did, on the contrary, because of my good performance in the urine holding conditioning yesterday, the master decided to go a step further today and let me wear it for conditioning.

For more than three long hours of the evening, I again struggled with the humiliation of urination, the inability to defecate at will, and the burning, constant pain. The conditioning finally ended with me crying out in pain and begging, and my Master used his warm hand to apply a layer of lubricant to my red, swollen, stinging bottom after accepting my services. I moaned in comfort, three days of unrelenting torment and hunger had left me craving my Master’s love, even if it was just a touch.

Unfortunately, my master’s caressing hands left me soon after he finished medicating me, “Saturday, Saturday, baby.” After handcuffing my hands behind my back, my master turned out the light, and I sank once again into the infinite darkness… alas!

How I wish my hands were free.

Humanoid Dog Conditioning (X)

Friday, June 8

There was nothing special about today, except that my master still insisted that I wear a chastity belt. But after the torture of the anal plugs and ropes of the previous two days, wearing the chastity belt alone, while still constantly stimulating my senses, was a much easier task compared to the pain of the previous two days.

When I got off work, my host came to pick me up specially with a bouquet of white lilies. My coworkers smiled at me, and I happily smiled happily at everyone. In order for me to have a good rest, my master specially pardoned the evening’s conditioning. With the anticipation of tomorrow, I went to sleep early with my hands cuffed behind my back.

Saturday, June 9

very late at night

I was awakened from a deep sleep by a suffocating pressure on my chest and a familiar arousal on my breasts, I opened my eyes in a daze and my master was sitting beside me casually playing with my breasts.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” My master said softly when he saw me waking up.

“Happy anniversary, Master.” I responded.

“Saturday already?” I thought in a daze, not yet fully awake, enjoying my master’s gentle caresses on me. Lifting my eyes and scanning the clock, it was five minutes past twelve, or should I say zero five in the morning on Saturday.

This early in the morning… Whatever… The sensuality that had been suppressed for a week was gradually awakened by my master’s nimble hands that attacked my weaknesses. The temperature around me seemed to have suddenly risen, and I half-closed my eyes, swaying my body in response to my master’s rhythms, gasping raggedly for breath.

The master’s suddenly stopped: “So, are you ready to play, my little bitch?”

“Yes Master, please Master, continue.” I said fervently, waiting for the long-desired caress to descend.

“Good! Now get up on your knees.”

I opened my eyes in surprise and glanced at my master, but remained quick and submissive as I left the warmth of the comforter and knelt in front of him with my hands cuffed behind my back, wincing as the cold late-night air surrounded me for a moment.

My master suddenly grabbed me by my long hair and half-dragged, half-pulled me toward the bedroom door. The sudden sharp pain at the roots of my hair made the defenseless me wail, and even the last vestiges of my sleepiness evaporated as I struggled and hobbled after my master, staggering down the stairs.

“Kneel here and don’t move.” My master led me over to the toilet and made me kneel facing it, then left, turning around with a box in his hand: “You will have the toilet as your companion tonight. Come on, bitch, lick your partner for the night and say hello.”

Lick the toilet? It’s dirty, I don’t want to. I looked up at my master and begged with my eyes.

“Come on, there’s a limit to my patience.” The master was a little impatient.

Lowering my head again, I poked mine toward the edge of the toilet. It still doesn’t work, and I pause halfway.

There was a sudden sharp pressure in the back of my head as my master pressed my head down and slammed my lips against the edge of the toilet, my gums must have bled from the impact and a faint taste of blood spread through my mouth.

“Where’s your obedience when you’re told to add to it? Bitch.” , my master grabbed me by the hair and rubbed my lips on the toilet bowl. I finally stuck out my tongue and obeyed my master’s command.

The toilet at home wasn’t really dirty, but it still made me sick to my stomach, and I started to dry-heave, with stomach acid pouring back into my mouth.

I didn’t dare stop though, still cleaning the side of the toilet with my tongue as my master had ordered. I began to cry again, tears blurring my vision as I blinked desperately.

After admiring my struggles for a while, my master finally allowed me to stop. After unlocking my handcuffs, Master ordered me to lie on my back with my hands on the floor and to raise my calves as high as possible against my hips. I cried and obeyed, the hard tiles aching and sore against my kneecaps. After my anus was stuffed with a medium sized anal plug, my master took the food wrap from the box, tore off a two meter long piece and rolled it into a rope, binding my feet and my thighs tightly together. My master then wrapped the cling film tightly around my thighs and calves in layers, each layer of wrapping binding my large and small legs more tightly together. Once wrapped, I was now tightly wrapped in translucent film around the rest of my legs, including my toes, except for my knees, which were still exposed.

My master helped me to adjust my position so that my calves and knees were on the ground, and with my hands flat in the air, he began to wrap the film around my hips, stomach, and chest. The film layered tightly against my skin and didn’t stop until it reached my armpits. Glancing his masterpiece up and down with a satisfied smile, Master grabbed a pair of scissors from inside the box and carefully cut the film covering my breasts, creating two more round holes in my chest. Master grabbed my erect nipples and pulled my breasts outward as far as he could until they were completely exposed to the air. Picking up the plastic wrap again, my master wrapped it around my breasts a few times in a figure 8 shape to make my breasts stand out even more.

Stepping back, my master observed me, “There, you look like a work of art now.”

A work of art? I looked down, but all I could see were my breasts. I struggled a bit, but it was no use, I could barely move a fraction of an inch except that my hands and head and neck were still free. My master carried me to the toilet and knelt in front of it, pressing my body forward as far as he could until my exposed breasts were pressed against the edge of the toilet.

“Stay in this position and don’t move.” Master commanded, while running the film through my armpits and then around the back side of the toilet, wrapping my torso and the toilet tightly, the cold hard rim of the toilet pressing against my soft breasts.

“Now bow your head.” I bowed my head as my master unzipped my long hair, letting them fall loose inside the toilet bowl, my face bent over it, staring mindlessly at the water inside. Hearing my master unzip the zipper, I realized what was going to happen, and I struggled uselessly, but I couldn’t move in the slightest.

The Master placed something unknown on my head, and a moment later a hot stream landed on the back of my head before sliding down my ear. The Master kept changing directions as his golden piss pounded my hair, my scalp, and my cheeks. I closed my lips tightly, but still some of the salty liquid pushed its way into my mouth through the cracks at the corners of my mouth, so bitter.

“Now as punishment for your disobedience earlier, you are to remove the object from your head and put it in your mouth.” I backhanded the thing off my head, it was my master’s panties that were completely wet with urine, and I was damned if I was hesitating again.

“What, not enough punishment or dirty master panties? Bitch.” Master asked coldly.

I shuddered warily, knowing that any further delay would bring a heavier punishment, and hurriedly and hastily filled my mouth with my damp panties, the urine being squeezed by my mouth and beginning to seep out of my master’s panties, overflowing my mouth in a salty, astringent stream. Drop by drop, the excess urine I couldn’t handle splashed down from the corners of my mouth, between my teeth and with my tears into the commode. My master pulled back on my hair, forcing me to tilt my head back, my teary eyes blurring as I looked hazily at my master.

“Keep your mouth closed and your lips pursed.”

I obediently clenched my teeth and pursed my lips, letting the urine squeezed out of my mouth slide down the corners of my mouth and neck.

My master wiped the urine around my mouth with toilet paper, and then sealed a wide strip of duct tape over my mouth: “Now for the final step.” As soon as he let go of me, my head dropped naturally and my loose hair landed in the toilet bowl.

“Hold the toilet with your hands.” Master ordered. When I obeyed, my master secured my hand with a leash under the tank behind the toilet and surveyed it, “Not bad, my anniversary toilet bitch, enjoy your good time all night with your new friend!”

As a final defense, my master placed a small pair of scissors in my hand: “Hold on to them, bitch. If you can’t take it anymore, you’re allowed to cut the restraints, but we all know what that means, don’t we?” Master washed his hands, took one last look at me, and left the restroom, leaving me embracing the unflushed toilet bowl filled with Master’s urine.

Perhaps in order for me to see my shame more clearly, my master had left the lights on, and the bright light in the restroom shone brightly in my eyes. It was late at night, and the silence was all around me, accompanied only by the sound of my tears and the urine dripping from the ends of my hair as it fell into the water, and the occasional low wail that escaped from my throat.

The night was still long, and I shifted my weight between my legs and chest, unconsciously sniffing the air that smelled faintly of urine, staring at the pale yellow water mixed with my master’s urine in front of me, and watching the tips of my hair float in the water.

The master, if  he meant it, had the power to prolong every minute and second of my life indefinitely with torture and humiliation, as he does now.

My tightly folded legs were already numb, and my mouth was so bitter as my master’s salty urine slid down my throat with the movement of my unavoidable swallowing. Dawn… I wonder when it will come?

Humanoid dog conditioning (xi)

Saturday, June 9

mornings

Finally after a lifetime-like passage of time, the owner stepped into the restroom again. Is it morning already? My consciousness is a little fuzzy.

I didn’t use the scissors for fear of worse punishment, and it was as if the part of me below my knees had disappeared, no longer feeling numbness or pain. My back and neck ached, my head was weakly bowed, and my already dried urine hung a vaguely whitish frost over my disheveled hair.

After drenching my head with urine, my master smiled in satisfaction and allowed me to use scissors to remove all the restraints from my body and take a hot bath: “Take your time, no need to rush, I’ll go downstairs and prepare breakfast.”

By the time my master had finished shuffling, I had just cut away all the film, pulled out the anal plug, and curled up wearily on the floor, waiting for the return of sensation to my calves, which had been pressed into a dark red color.

I don’t know how long it took, but the soreness and tingling finally disappeared completely as the hot water soothed me, and I moved my limbs that had been bound all night, scrubbing my slightly reddened skin with bath soap and washing my hair. Once I was able to move as normal again, I dried my skin, tied my wet hair back, and cleaned my mouth as thoroughly as I could. Aside from the odor that I couldn’t get rid of deep in my throat, I was once again back to normal.

Climbing downstairs, my master was waiting for me at the dining table, at his feet was the dog food bowl with breakfast, an open can of orange juice with a straw in place, and… and a rose. I smiled happily, my master was always so lovely. I crawled over and tenderly rubbed my cheek against my master’s pants. I was really in need of calories and hydration after a night of exertion, and I happily fed at my master’s feet.

After breakfast, my good mood continued, revitalized, I circled around my master, rubbing my cheeks, my chest and belly against his calves without missing a beat. Soon, my master’s place got bigger, and I crawled between my master’s legs, rubbing my cheek against his harder and harder manhood through his pants: “Please, master, let the slave serve.”

My master nodded and I used my teeth to open the button of my master’s pants, dragging down the zipper before removing his pants and underwear with my hands. My master’s manhood popped out, standing proudly before my eyes, and I tenderly took it into my mouth, teasing it gently with the tip of my tongue.

My tongue swirled and slid back and forth over the base of my master’s glans as he let out a contented sigh.

I backed my mouth out and leaned down, taking my master’s scrotum from under his cock, left, then right.

I straightened up again and licked my nimble tongue all over my master’s cock, looking into his smiling eyes as I did so.

Taking in the cock, I began to move back and forth, taking my master’s pride deep into my mouth and then slowly spitting it out.

My master’s cock rose in my mouth, and I could feel the surface veins rubbing together as I thrust.

I sucked and sucked with vigor, the frequency gradually increasing, “Little thing, you’re driving me crazy.” My master suddenly backed away, picking me up and heading for the bedroom. “Oh, yes, yes!” my heart cheered as my hands wrapped around my Master’s neck, my bare breasts squeezing my Master’s firm chest through his shirt.

My master laid me on my back on the bed and his skillful hand probed between my legs, teasing my already swollen nub. I moved violently up and down, the muscles of my entire body quivering and contracting in response to my master’s fluttering and squeezing. My master gently leaned over me and took my erect nipple into his mouth, stimulating it with his teeth and tongue.

I moaned and grunted with pleasure, wrapping my arms tightly around my Master’s waist, the sensuality I’d repressed all week gradually released and heightened with his magical movements.

My master slipped his finger into my already wet and unobstructed vagina, curved it slightly forward, swirling and twirling it, stimulating my sensitive G-spot, my whole body was on fire, I gasped, undulated, screamed to my heart’s content, and held my master even tighter: “I want to… I want to…”

My master rolled me over and entered me from behind, the emptiness of many days filled at once with the solidity of my master. I moved my body frantically in response to my Master’s thrusts, I burned, sweat penetrating my entire body.

My Master’s movements became faster and harder, my hands gripping the sheets tightly as tears of excitement welled up in my eye frames, accompanying me to the pinnacle of my supreme goodness. I turned around and took my Master’s cock in the aftermath of my orgasm, rimming it as fast as I could. Soon, my Master also reached his zenith under my ministrations, and a stream of sticky, warm fluid shot into my mouth as I sucked and cleaned my Master’s dwindling cock, gratefully swallowing every last drop of his seed.

My master stroked my sweaty body with his big warm hands: “I love you, wife.”

I felt sweet inside, it had been a long time since my master had called me his wife, “I love you too, husband.” I murmured.

Humanoid Dog Conditioning (XII. Finished)

Because of time constraints, I won’t be posting any new posts, at least in the near future, so I’d like to thank all of you for your support and enthusiastic suggestions for Jae’s conditioning. Some of them have been used by me in this week’s conditioning, and some I haven’t had a chance to try yet. I’ll leave my E-mail and welcome any hobbyists to contact us. If there are questions, if we can help that’s fine too.

Pain is the weapon that chisels away the hard shell that binds your mind. The shell on the surface of the fruit must be peeled away to reveal the inside to the sun, so you must feel pain.

-Kahlil Gibran

Saturday, June 9

in the evening

Time flew by, and by the time I awoke from my post-passionate drowsiness and completed the first two parts of today’s record, it was dinner time. My host had booked us a table at a famous restaurant, and before we left, my host injected a hundred milliliters of lukewarm water mixed with a little red wine into me, and inserted an anal plug into me.

A hundred milliliters of lukewarm water was nothing to me now, and I could barely feel anything other than a slight crick in my belly and a hint of poop. Drunkenness quickly came over me, my cheeks burned red, there was a slight swirl of dizziness, and I was slightly unsteady on my feet.

The dinner was excellent; our seats were right by the window, with a view of the beautiful man-made waterfall across the street; a small oil lamp was lit on the table, and the flame flickered and reflected off the host’s eyes. My host talked casually about something, I listened and laughed absentmindedly with my hand on my somewhat heavy head, and the dinner ended in a bewilderingly pleasant atmosphere. When my master and I returned home, it was already dark.

As I once again removed all my clothes and put on my collar and was naked in front of my Master, he kissed me tenderly, “It’s time to open your present, baby.” Master pulled me on my knees into the basement.

My master put a blindfold on me and clamped on my nipple clamps, and I knelt straight up in the darkness, searching for the sound of my master’s footsteps with all my concentration. My master moved in and out a few times, fiddling with something in front of me, the anticipation turned me on again and I got a little wet again.

When my master finally removed my blindfold, I was immediately startled by my gift, or should I say one of the gifts, even to the point of ignoring the paroxysm of pain I felt when my master removed my nipple clamps. It was a wooden contraption over half a man tall, and I could tell it was made from a couple of worn out wooden chairs and logs from around the house.

Out of my knowledge of SM fiction in recent years, my eyes immediately focused on the tallest piece of horizontal wood. Luckily, it wasn’t too narrow, maybe two fingers wide, and the edges were sanded smooth, “Thank goodness it’s not triangular.”

I mentally cooed. A slot had been punched in the center of the crosspiece to hold my six-inch dildo, and I could see that the owner had gone to a lot of trouble for this contraption.

I looked on gratefully and timidly, and my host smiled. The repeated and repeated descriptions of it in pornographic novels made me cringe with a little fear and a little anticipation, “I hope it’s not as bad as they write.” I secretly prayed.

It wasn’t until my master repeated his command for the third time that I snapped out of my surprise and noticed the rectangular box that used to sit on the desk next to the wooden horse. Following my master’s orders, I opened it with my teeth, and inside lay a long black leather whip, and a red muzzle with several holes in the center. Though not as startled as when I first saw the wooden horse, I drew a cold breath at the whip.

My master laughed at my reaction and ordered me to carry the box over to him, “As is customary, you’ll be trying out all the new gifts today.” My master said a little wickedly.

“Now open your mouth.” My master commanded as he removed the box from my mouth and pulled out the red mouthpiece.

I obediently opened my mouth wide as my master came around behind me and shoved the mouthpiece into my mouth with his hand, before securing it tightly behind my head with the attached strap. The muzzle was so big I couldn’t even get it all in my mouth, the orb holding my upper and lower jaws maximally open, my teeth biting into the hard plastic as my lips surrounded it. I tried to gulp but failed, “Looks like those holes are going to fulfill their function soon.” I thought sadly.

Something hard and cold suddenly pushed its way in from behind me, straight into my center, and I whimpered so vaguely that I almost fell to the ground, but luckily I managed to hold on with both hands just in time. luckily I managed to hold on with both hands just in time. My master’s ravaging hands swirled, churned, and thrust it at will as I mouthed “Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh… Oh! Oh… I moaned and groaned as saliva began to drip down the holes.

Soon my nectar was sliding down my inner thighs and there were more “plopping, plopping” noises as my hard-on pumped. As I began to wiggle my hips in response to the hardness, my Master’s pumping suddenly stopped, “Stand up.” Master came around to me and casually wiped the handle of the damp whip that had been withdrawn from my cunt over my uplifted soft breasts, then lifted my head by the end of the handle and watched as a drop of spit hanging from the gag dripped down onto my breasts as Master looked into my eyes, “Now tell me, how many strokes do you think you can take?”

“Five.” I tried to say, but all that came out of my mouth were two slurred whimpers. The master laughed: “I almost forgot that bitches can’t talk. So, twenty strokes it is. Now stand up, feet apart, lean forward and hold your hands on your knees.”

Powerless to do anything about it, I obeyed, bending my front body down and raising my buttocks high in the air, waiting for my master’s whipping. “Ooo… snap!” With the sound of the whip slicing through the air and the crisp crack of the whip landing squarely on my buttocks, the long, thin whip began to mercilessly bite into my fragile skin and hit my nerves again and again.

One, two… The sound of whipping and my muffled sobs echoed in the room. At the eleventh stroke, I could no longer control the trembling of my legs and collapsed to the floor. As my master looked down at me with the whip in his hand, I took a moment to calm my breathing, stood up again, and assumed my position. The next six lashes landed parallel to each other on my bare back, leaving four burning whip marks.

“The last three lashes.” Master said, “To make you enjoy your next gift better, I will beat your pussy.” Master tapped my inner thighs with the whip, signaling me to spread my legs a little wider: “Fingers on the ground.”

After adjusting my position, my master stepped back and the whip in his hand struck between my legs three times in a row with precision. My pussy ached like a tear, and saliva, tears, and snot flowed out uncontrollably. My master laughed at me, “Look at you, you’re such a bitch, you’re a real heartbreaker.”

When I finally recovered from the whipping, my master held me and placed me on the wooden horse, and the protruding dildo slid smoothly into my wet cunt, pounding my flower center. I jerked up on my tiptoes in a fit of ingenuity, and my master laughed out loud and ordered me to stand on my tiptoes.

It was as if the master thought the wooden horse was slightly too short, so he padded another piece of wood in front and behind. Now, if I stood on my tiptoes, my pussy could leave the horizontal log, and if I didn’t use my tiptoes to support my whole body weight, my weight would fall entirely on the prick that was pushing against my center of my blossom and on my still-scorching pussy. To prevent me from supporting my body with my hands, my master cuffed my hands behind my back and then used the rope to pull the cuffs upward and connect them to the collar around my neck.

I don’t know exactly how much time I spent on that evil contraption, and I can’t specifically describe what it felt like to have the weight of my entire body pressing down on the most sensitive area of my crotch, which is less than two fingers wide. I can safely say, however, that the sensation was much worse than I thought it would be.

The wooden planks seemed to cut into my flesh and brought me endless torment. Even though my toes were already sore, I used my last bit of strength to stand on my tiptoes as soon as I could, even if I could give a little rest to my aching pussy, I really wondered how anyone could endure the torment of the wooden horse all night long.

The inverted triangular device sent shivers down my spine. The dildo was endlessly raping me, expanding my vagina and stimulating my flower center as I rose and fell, and again… and again… my flood of lust slid down the wooden board under my crotch.

When I finally couldn’t help myself and cried out in pain from the extreme pain and pleasure, my master came over and removed the two pieces of wood that were padding the wooden horse, so that I was finally able to land on my feet again. My master tenderly picked me up and I cried breathlessly in his arms. My pussy was definitely red and swollen, and every inadvertent touch caused a burning, sharp pain.

After bathing with me, my master carried me, unable to walk, to bed, where my master allowed me to sleep with him today.Happy anniversary, I ascended in endless pain and pleasure.