The Road to Happiness (1)
My name is Jiang Long, I am twenty-five years old and I am already the owner of a computer company. I have a two-story villa, and the housework is done by an hourly maid, who is only nineteen years old and a college student. I found her at a tutoring service, and she comes to my house every night at 7:00 p.m. to help with the housework, paying fifteen dollars an hour.
I can say at this point that I should be successful in my career. However, since last year, due to the high pressure at work, I have undergone psychological changes, which can be described as perverted, and I would think of venting every time I was nervous at work. I vent the method is at home, naked on the ground like a dog crawling, and later developed to use handcuffs and footcuffs, I often handcuffed and handcuffed feet also cuffed, with a short chain linked together, and the key is placed in the downstairs living room on the trellis, I’m just like this in the home upstairs and downstairs crawling, generally two hours to vent. When I was done, I wrote my thoughts on the computer again.
Today, I traveled for more than ten days, and as soon as I got home, I went into my bedroom, stripped naked, and dragged the box I keep my toys in out from under the bed. I took out my keys, went downstairs and put them on the trellis, then went upstairs, cuffed my feet with ankle cuffs, locked my hands with handcuffs, and bolted them with an iron trainer, and I started crawling like a dog. After more than ten days of working intensely outside for a network project, I was going to have a good time today.
I crawled hard, and from time to time still rolled over on the ground, and kept on exercising for more than two hours. It was only after six o’clock that with difficulty I managed to hold the trellis with my hands, and slowly curved myself upright like a dog, and taking down my keys I climbed up the stairs, ready to use them to unlock the door. It wasn’t right! That’s when I realized the key was wrong. It wasn’t my usual key, but it looked like it. I…
It’s seven o’clock and I hear the door to my room open downstairs, right on time.
I… I’m in such a state that I hurriedly closed the bedroom door, and I nervously listened for her footsteps, and my heart lifted as I heard her walking up the stairs. What to do? I hurriedly crawled to the door and sat behind it, pressing my body against the door of my room. I heard her unlock the door to my room with her key, unlocking it and pushing hard as I pushed against it.
“Ah! Someone’s in there? Open the door, please.”
I didn’t dare make a sound, just pushed against it.
“There’s a thief! I’ll call the police!” She turned and walked away.
“It’s me! Not a thief!” I shouted hastily.
“It’s you? You open the door! So I can clean the room.”
“No, you’re not going to clean this room.” I wish she would just go away, but she just wouldn’t.
“Did something happen to you? Do you want me to call for help?”
“No need! No need!”
“Then you open the door! Or I’ll go call someone!”
I couldn’t help it, it wasn’t like I could get her to call someone. I looked around the room for a moment and I quickly crawled into bed, pulling the covers over me and covering myself up tightly. She opened the door and walked in, walked over to the bed, went from this side to that side and back again, I was so scared I was literally shaking under the covers.
“Well, no need to hide, I have a present for you.” She lifted the covers with force and I looked up, red-faced, to find her looking at me with a smile, holding a dog collar in one hand and the keys to her ankle cuffs in the other.
“I saw your toys and the notations on your computer and I think you’re missing one of these.” She put the collar in front of me and I looked at her in surprise.
She put the key into her carry bag: “Come here, I’ll put the collar on you.”
I rolled to the other side of the bed in panic.
“You should be taught a lesson for not listening!” She put down her carry bag, jumped on the bed, and kicked me over with such force that I rolled off the bed with a yelp of pain. She jumped off the bed and sat across my back, spanking my ass hard with the palm of her hand, grabbing my hair with one hand and pulling it so hard that she almost ripped it out of my head, and I screamed in pain.
“You scream so hard, the neighbors will hear you, and it’ll be a good show!”
I had to moan, not daring to scream out.
“Crawl over!”
All I could do was crawl to the other side of the bed and she took the collar and snapped it around my neck and locked it. She then told me to mouth up her carry bag, from which she took a leash and buckled it to the collar. Only then did she get off my back and give the leash a few hard tugs to see if it was fastened.
“Now it’s time to change our relationship… I’m the master and you are? …”
“You are the master, I am, I am…”
She glared hard at me, and I hastily replied, “I’m your dog!”
“Good, you’re a good boy!” She pulled on the leash and led me around the room crawling and said, “Shouldn’t we be celebrating as we create a new relationship!” All I could do was nod.
She led me out of the bedroom, and all I could do was to be led like a dog, crawling at her feet. When we got to my study, she pulled out my Minolta video camera.
“Here, why don’t we take a picture first to remember?” She put the camera on automatic, held me up to the camera, and ordered me to stick out my tongue. I stuck out my tongue like a dog and took two pictures like that; then she ordered me to lick her feet and took a couple more; she spit on the floor and asked me to lick it up and took a couple more.
After the photo shoot, she led me back to the restaurant.
The Road to Happiness (2)
“You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? I’ll feed you!” She took a plate out of the dining cabinet, put 2 sandwiches in it, and brought it over to me and put it in front of me.
“Eat it, eat it like a dog!” She ordered me.
I struggled to only eat the food with my mouth, but my bladder was already putting pressure on me and my face was already taking on a pained look.
“Don’t want to eat?” She asked with a smile at my pained look and removed the plate.
“I need to pee, can you let me use the restroom?” I asked looking up at her.
She took an empty plastic cup out of the cupboard and I watched in horror as she put it under my cock and grabbed my cock in her hand and stimulated the opening of my urethra with her hand again. I had to involuntarily ooze liquid. A moment later the cup was full and she then raised the foam-filled cup to my lips and I reflexively struck it with my cuffed hand, the cup flying away and splattering on the floor.
She looked at me for a moment and shook her head, “I see I’m going to have to teach you a very strict lesson.”
She seized my hair and jerked me upward until I was crouched standing up.
“Follow me!” She dragged me to the door.
“You don’t want to be a good dog to me?”
I nodded.
“Then I release you!” She undid the leash and the collar around my neck, but wouldn’t open the ankle cuffs for me. I begged her to open them for me, but she said they weren’t locked by her and she didn’t need to open them. Then she pulls me by my hair and drags me to the door, which she opens. I gazed at her in horror.
“You get out, you don’t want to be an obedient dog, be a wild dog!”
“You can’t do this.” I almost pleaded.
“I can, I don’t want your dog right now!” She said as she pushed me out the door as hard as she could.
“No! Please don’t.” I wailed.
“The word no is my pet peeve and I don’t want to hear you say no again.”
I grabbed her pant leg with my immobile hand and she kicked it so hard I yelped in pain.
“Scream so hard it will wake up the neighbors, maybe the police, or the news agencies.”
“Please, Miss… Master… don’t do this, someone will see.” I wailed as I watched her trying to close the door.
“Yes someone will see, and someone better take you.” She finally closed the door.
The cool evening breeze blew against my body and I looked around in surprise, thankfully not alerting anyone else.
“I’ll be a good dog for you! Please let me in.” I pleaded softly.
“Are you really going to behave?”
“I will, I will be good.” I look forward to her letting me back into the room.
“All right then! You’ll be a good watchdog for me tonight.” I heard her say and walk away.
I had no choice but to look around, hoping to find a hiding place. But this villa area was newly built and there wasn’t much woods. There was only one trash can by my house, and I quickly crawled over to it, fearing that someone might see me, and with great effort I climbed into it.
All night I was in the garbage can, sniffing the stinky odor, fearing for my life that someone would come to take out the garbage and find me, and the mosquitoes would almost eat me.
What a horrible night.
At six-thirty in the morning, she opened the door.
“Hey! Watchdog, I’m only open for five minutes, so hurry if you want to come in.” She barked.
I hurriedly climbed out of the trash can, not caring if anyone would see me, and crawled and jumped like a dog into my room. She looked at me sniffling, all black and wet from the morning dew, covered in mosquito bites and bumps.
“Come in, crouch behind the door, and close it.”
“Yes, my lady! Master!”
“You were hiding there all night?”
“In the trash, master.”
“Fine! You didn’t work as a watchdog for me!” I heard her say with a laugh, and my heart tensed up again.
“Master, please spare me! I will do everything you command.” I begged as I stuck out my tongue and licked her shoe.
She kicked me away with her foot: “You stink!”
“Can I have a shower?” I pleaded.
“Okay!” She said, throwing the key to me: “You can only unlock the chain, but the handcuffs stay on.”
She warned me until she was satisfied that I accepted that I belonged to her.
My old life is over and a new one will begin. Masturbation is not permitted, and my future purpose in life is to make her happy. If I fail to do so, the punishment will be severe.
She held a piece of paper in front of me: “Sign this!” She ordered.
I didn’t dare look at it closely and faithfully signed it.
“Okay, you did a good job! I will add something, you don’t object, do you?”
I nodded before she let me climb into the shower.
I was in the bathroom, not knowing how to wash. She walked in and she told me to crawl over to the toilet and ordered me to put my head in the toilet and she told me to wash my head with the water from the toilet. Then a hose was used to rinse my body and a toilet brush was used to brush my body, I didn’t dare to put up any resistance.
Finally, she had me step into the tub, and she spread my ass with her hands and pressed the hose against my asshole, and all I could feel was the cold water pouring from my asshole into my bowels until my stomach was noticeably bigger, and she removed the hose.
The Road to Happiness (3)
She used a skin tube to fill my stomach with water, and really only removed the tube when my stomach swelled up so big that my stomach filled up with cold water, and at first I only felt bloated, but after a while it wasn’t quite right, and my stomach ached for a while, and a cold stream of water really rushed to my anus.
“Be patient, at least for ten minutes, or… humph! …” she threatened. I didn’t dare disobey, plus I couldn’t just poop right here, my stomach was hurting so badly that I desperately clenched my anus, and a cold sweat was already breaking out on my head.
“Ah! Ahh! I can’t, I can’t take it.” I begged her before she let me crawl towards the toilet, I climbed onto the toilet with great difficulty and barely sat down, my anus could no longer hold it, a stream of fecal water rushed straight into the toilet, it started as a rush. After a while, the rush was gone, but my stomach still hurt, I sat on the toilet and pushed my abdomen hard to slowly squeeze out the water.
That was all it took, a good ten minutes or so before I felt more comfortable in my stomach. But she didn’t let me wipe it clean, and asked me to lift my ass, and when I hesitated a little, she whacked me on the shoulder with the hose. I could only lift my ass, she rinsed my dirty ass with water for a while, and then pressed the mouth of the hose on my anus, and so she gave me five bowel movements in a row, and she didn’t stop until she finally pulled out all clear water.
“Good, wash up.” She led me to the living room.
“Now, do you really want to be my dog?” I lift my head with my foot and I nod.
“Okay then, you can do as you’re told, I can keep you from going outside, first you have to get used to my body odor, come on!” She led me to the restroom again, I didn’t know what she was going to do.
“Are you hungry and thirsty?” I nodded. She told me to get on my knees and tilt my head up, then she pulled down her panties and straddled my face, and I saw her dark pubic hair and pink pussy. My eyes lit up and my cock stood erect.
“What are you waiting for, open your mouth.” I unconsciously opened my mouth and a stream of sloppy liquid shot into my mouth. “Ah! …” I reacted, she wanted me to drink her piss.
I swallowed quickly, maybe she hadn’t relieved herself in the morning and her piss was so big that I couldn’t swallow as hard as I came and some of it spilled out onto the floor. It took her a long time to finish pissing, and after drying her pussy hole with my hair, she ordered me to lick up all the piss I had spilled on the floor. When I licked it up, she sat her ass down on the toilet again.
She reached down and pulled my hair violently, pushing my face under her parted thighs as my head sank beneath the toilet seat. My head was at the base of her thighs. My heart started to beat faster, I knew what she was going to do, and what she said was echoed by the toilet bowl kept ringing in my ears: the
“You’ll have to get used to the smell of everything I do, including my poop, of course.”
“Yes, Master!” I replied in a muffled voice.
“Very good, here we go!” Then there was a fart, followed by a smooth, long, thick turd sliding out of her open, beautiful anus, which wobbled almost right in front of my eyes, only two millimeters from my nose.
Then it broke and fell in the toilet, splashing up and shooting water in my face. I couldn’t move, she was pressing my head tightly, in fact, it was that she wasn’t pressing, and I didn’t dare move.
Then some smaller chunks of shit followed, about 5 or 6 of them, and like an airplane dropping a bomb, they made a lot of splashes, and my face was already covered with water droplets. When the poop stopped, it floated on the surface of the water, and it was only then that I shook myself out of it, and I gasped, not daring to breathe in the foul odor.
“I can’t hear you breathing!” She hit me hard on the back with a slap. “Suck harder or I won’t spare you!” She threatened.
I started to inhale hard, I’m such a sad person, the smell was so bad I felt dizzy.
“Inhale, inhale, exhale, exhale…” she sang in time with my breathing. Her hands pressed hard against my back and her thighs clamped tightly around the back of my head. I inhaled hard again a few times, and I almost threw up, but there was nothing left in my gut to throw up.
“Good, you’ll want to smell this, I think I can train you for a ‘human toilet’.”
She eats and laughs.
“Ah!” I heard a grunt from her stomach and a gush of thin poop spewed out of her asshole like a flood. My stomach flipped in disgust and I tried desperately to hold it back, but I still spit up the yellow water. She didn’t know what was going on with me and was slapping me on the back as hard as she could, I forced myself to breathe, but I couldn’t control myself, it was so disgusting I closed my eyes.
She pulled my hair so hard that my head came out of the toilet.
“Hurrah! Don’t you dare close your eyes, what are you? You’re my dog.”
I opened my eyes and looked at her angrily and I got scared again.
“I, I, I couldn’t help it, please forgive me, I won’t dare next time.” I begged her to spare me.
“Good! I’ll spare you this time, looks like I’m going to have to train you to be my toilet first.” She pulled hard on my hair again and pressed my head into the toilet.
My face almost toweled to the floating poop. I didn’t dare resist, I breathed hard so I could please her and hope she would forgive me.
Finally, she announced that she was done pulling and I let go of my thighs and let go of my hands, I was still too scared to move my head out of the toilet, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head out and pulled me away from the toilet, I noticed that she didn’t wipe her ass with a hand towel and that she didn’t flush the toilet.
She lifted my head and smiled wistfully at me as she stood above me.
“You know what you’re supposed to do, and I don’t think that you’ll let me down again.” She fingered her ass and then she turned around. Her white, plump ass was sticking up in front of my face and I could see brown poop sticking to the crack of her ass and asshole.
“Spread my ass.” She ordered me and I shivered as I grabbed her soft ass with both hands and gently pulled it apart, I could clearly see that there was poop stuck to the crack of my ass, the brown poop she had tangled and stuck to the hairs of her asshole, and the slightly open anus was stuck as well. I hesitated, I couldn’t lick and eat this.
“Come on, you hurry up and lick it clean, and when you do, I’ll check it with a toilet paper wipe, and if it’s even half stained, you’ll be punished by eating everything that comes out of the flush toilet!”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do a good job! Faster!”
I pressed my face into the crack of her ass and at first I flicked my tongue along the side of the ass piece, it tasted awful and bitter, I had no choice but to force myself to hold this in and slowly lick the filthy poop. As my tongue reached her anus, I heard her moan. She pressed one of her hands back on the back of my head and pressed my face in and out hard, she rocked her hips so that my face was completely submerged in her ass, she rotated her hips and scrubbed my face with her sticky pooped ass and my face and her whole ass was all scrubbed with the filthy poop.
I licked her entire ass with a long hard tongue as she stopped rocking, I couldn’t lick it up close enough to get the shit off my face back on her ass, imagine how hard it was to do that. I licked from the anus first, after licking the anus clean, I licked her ass crack, after licking the ass crack, then licked the whole ass face clean. It took me nearly twenty minutes to lick it clean, and in the process, my cock was erected to its fullest, and as soon as I licked it clean, my cock ejected a huge amount of semen.
I licked it clean and then double checked that it was indeed clean. She stood up, pulled off a piece of toilet paper and wiped her ass inside and out, she brought it to her eyes and examined it closely, she didn’t find a single stain, she nodded her head in satisfaction and I was relieved, I guess she should have let me go and wash my face and mouth.
As if she knew what I was thinking, she told me that I was now allowed to clean myself, but to wait. She moved to the high side of the sink and started brushing her teeth. After a while she turned around and I saw her mouth full of white toothpaste foam from brushing her teeth, she bent down and asked me to open my mouth, when I did she spit into my mouth and ordered me to clean my mouth and swallow, she smiled and watched as I did as she ordered.
After a while, she looked disgusted: “Look, you’re so dirty, your face is like toilet paper after wiping your ass!” I didn’t know what she was talking about, but I knew that I must have a lot of poop on my face.
“I’m going to class, you don’t have to work today, just stay home.” She looked at the clock and said, she didn’t make me wash my face, she pulled my hair again and pushed my head into the toilet, I thought she was going to use the toilet water to flush my face again, but now the toilet was full of her poop and poop, how could it be cleaned, wouldn’t it get dirtier and dirtier? But I was immediately terrified, she didn’t let me flush, she put my hands around the toilet and handcuffed them. It was impossible for me to get up, with my hands locked and cuffed tightly around the toilet, and my face sunk into the toilet.
“I don’t order you to eat clean out of the toilet, but you have to savor the taste!” She said very calmly. Then she put the toilet lid down over my head and tied it tightly with a string.
“I am going to school and you will stay like this until I come back in the evening, and if you are thirsty or hungry, I have left you such a delicacy in the toilet. I don’t want to force you to eat it, but when I come back I shall be glad if I see that there is less poop at this time.”
There was nothing I could do, the floating poop was right under my nose and I heard her footsteps move away and close the door hard.
“Bye!” And with that she was gone.
I have come to understand the situation I am in, my hands are handcuffed to a toilet lock, I can only kneel and I can’t straighten up yet. I felt humiliated and mentally numb, I was starting to get a little psychotic. Not long after she left, I couldn’t help but scream out in terror, but my screams were echoed by the toilet wall, pounding my ear drums, and all I could do was chirp and cry. I was going to be locked up like this for over ten hours, and I gradually felt so bad that I attempted to untie my hands, but it was impossible, and I curled up as far as I could and pushed my head in as hard as I could, so that the better part of my weight would be supported through my chest on the toilet rim.
I don’t know how much time passed. My spirit was completely broken, I was slowly getting used to the stench, and I realized that she was forcing me to get used to the stench of the poop in this way, she really wanted me to be her human toilet. I stared at the floating poop as they kept floating around under my breath. In my mind’s eye I remembered her saying that she would be happy if she came back and found less poop.
I look at a piece of poop, I close my eyes, hold my breath and start to reach for it with my mouth, and when my lips touch it, I wince again. No, I can’t, I can’t stoop to eating shit, but she, she’ll be happy I’m eating her poop. I’m mentally deranged, I can’t eat it, I’m going to eat it, it’s immoral to eat it, she’ll be happy to eat it! My mind was fighting itself, gradually I got confused.
I was awakened by the spray splashing in my face and the muffled sound of the flush, I opened my sleepy eyes and saw that the poop was flushed away, I felt the lid of the toilet open, and I turned my stiff neck to see her looking at me with approval in the light.
“Great, I’m glad I realized that most of the poop is gone and you can be my certified human toilet.”
She let go of me and led me to the bathroom.
(to be continued)