Femdom: Mistress (Ep 2)
In the days when I lived under the same roof as my mistress with the position of a dog, I always had to stay naked and move by crawling. Fortunately, most of the floors were carpeted very smoothly by the hostess, otherwise maybe my knees would have hurt a lot in just a few minutes of crawling. I am very grateful to the owner for this. The only thing I kept on my body was a dog collar around my neck, as if to prove my animal status and my owner's possession. Naturally, I would never open my mouth to speak in a human language unless the mistress gave permission.
The owner said that I would have to be naked like that for a year here. She threw away all my clothes. She had the pleasure of watching my cock rise with sensuality as she prostrated herself at her feet. She would often poke fun at me with things like,
"Oh my God, look at your poor dick. Pet is just a dog for me, but he has already saluted the flag? What is it that stimulates you when you are a dog?"
Or to tease me even more, she would take her beautiful 2 toes and clamp my cock and gently bring it up and down a few times so that I would get burned and then immediately let it go.
When the mistress went out, she would often chain me around my neck and lock me in the bathroom, forcing me to endure being locked up like an animal. She also carefully locked my cock with a chastity in case I secretly masturbated while she was away. I'm a dog. A dog is not allowed to be happy if its owner has not given it to him.
However, one day, before going to school (she was still a student), the hostess whistled and I quickly crawled over to her seat, she rubbed her head gently praised me for being good and said:
- "Before I went, you chained your pet in the toilet, and locked my cock. She finds herself torturing animals (she emphasizes the word "animal"). From now on, I will let you walk around the house for comfort, and I won't lock your cock anymore."
Pausing for a moment to let me feel the good news, then the owner continued:
- However, not locking the cock does not mean that the pet is allowed to masturbate and satisfy itself. As stipulated, during the time of being a dog here, pets are not allowed to ejaculate. SHE DID NOT ALLOW IT (she continued to emphasize). Of course, while she was away, if her pet secretly masturbated, she couldn't know, there was no camera in this house. If your pet can't stand the heat, he can secretly masturbate and clean up all traces. She wouldn't be able to know that. It's just... If you do that, you will only replenish your faith and hope. Come on, you go to school.
The landlady winked mischievously at me, she looked so beautiful, and then she left me alone. I realized that this was not a favor, but the most terrible mental torture that the mistress gave me. If she had just locked my dick, or she had put cameras all over the house to stop me from masturbating, maybe I was still scared and didn't dare to disobey orders. But on the contrary, she let me be free to decide my actions. That made my mind explode because of 2 extremes torn apart, 1 is the craving that is reaching the limit and the desire to let my hand go down, 2 is the guilt of relying on the trust of the hostess. Reason and instinct compete with each other in my mind. There were moments, I let my instinct win and put my hand out. Just satisfy the excitement and calculate later, the owner doesn't know anyway. However, the image of the hostess's beautiful smile and wink appeared again and I didn't want to "betray" the hostess's trust. Perhaps this is the challenge that the mistress gave me. So I poured cold water on my body to forget about the fever.
It was a long day of waiting. I kept struggling between passion and determination. I hope the owner will come back quickly to end these terrible moments. Then, she finally returned. As soon as she opened the door, she saw me kneeling in front of the door, she glanced down at my erect cock, smiling slightly with satisfaction.
- It's a difficult day for you, isn't it? Very good, you know that you won't disappoint her. Just by looking at her pet's eyes, she knew that she hadn't secretly done anything bad. Let me reward you, good dog!
Saying that, the mistress turned her back, grabbed my head and put my face on her buttocks.
- Reward your pet for that loyalty. Aren't slave dogs like pets always craving to smell their master's butt?
She was right. At that time, I seemed to be in a coma with joy. The feeling of having my nose pressed against the mistress's buttocks, inhaling her body while listening to the mistress's taunts, was a worthy reward for the challenge I overcame.
Since then, every time I go out, the mistress has never chained me or locked my cock again. I was free during the time she was away. To quench my urgency, I spent my time cleaning the house for the hostess, or reading a book. The landlady is not a person who has a habit of reading, but she buys a lot of new books on the shelf. I understood that she meant to leave a pile of books for me to entertain when I was isolated from society. I am always secretly grateful and worship the mistress even more from those little subtleties.
The owner said that I would have to be naked like that for a year here. She threw away all my clothes. She had the pleasure of watching my cock rise with sensuality as she prostrated herself at her feet. She would often poke fun at me with things like,
"Oh my God, look at your poor dick. Pet is just a dog for me, but he has already saluted the flag? What is it that stimulates you when you are a dog?"
Or to tease me even more, she would take her beautiful 2 toes and clamp my cock and gently bring it up and down a few times so that I would get burned and then immediately let it go.
When the mistress went out, she would often chain me around my neck and lock me in the bathroom, forcing me to endure being locked up like an animal. She also carefully locked my cock with a chastity in case I secretly masturbated while she was away. I'm a dog. A dog is not allowed to be happy if its owner has not given it to him.
However, one day, before going to school (she was still a student), the hostess whistled and I quickly crawled over to her seat, she rubbed her head gently praised me for being good and said:
- "Before I went, you chained your pet in the toilet, and locked my cock. She finds herself torturing animals (she emphasizes the word "animal"). From now on, I will let you walk around the house for comfort, and I won't lock your cock anymore."
Pausing for a moment to let me feel the good news, then the owner continued:
- However, not locking the cock does not mean that the pet is allowed to masturbate and satisfy itself. As stipulated, during the time of being a dog here, pets are not allowed to ejaculate. SHE DID NOT ALLOW IT (she continued to emphasize). Of course, while she was away, if her pet secretly masturbated, she couldn't know, there was no camera in this house. If your pet can't stand the heat, he can secretly masturbate and clean up all traces. She wouldn't be able to know that. It's just... If you do that, you will only replenish your faith and hope. Come on, you go to school.
The landlady winked mischievously at me, she looked so beautiful, and then she left me alone. I realized that this was not a favor, but the most terrible mental torture that the mistress gave me. If she had just locked my dick, or she had put cameras all over the house to stop me from masturbating, maybe I was still scared and didn't dare to disobey orders. But on the contrary, she let me be free to decide my actions. That made my mind explode because of 2 extremes torn apart, 1 is the craving that is reaching the limit and the desire to let my hand go down, 2 is the guilt of relying on the trust of the hostess. Reason and instinct compete with each other in my mind. There were moments, I let my instinct win and put my hand out. Just satisfy the excitement and calculate later, the owner doesn't know anyway. However, the image of the hostess's beautiful smile and wink appeared again and I didn't want to "betray" the hostess's trust. Perhaps this is the challenge that the mistress gave me. So I poured cold water on my body to forget about the fever.
It was a long day of waiting. I kept struggling between passion and determination. I hope the owner will come back quickly to end these terrible moments. Then, she finally returned. As soon as she opened the door, she saw me kneeling in front of the door, she glanced down at my erect cock, smiling slightly with satisfaction.
- It's a difficult day for you, isn't it? Very good, you know that you won't disappoint her. Just by looking at her pet's eyes, she knew that she hadn't secretly done anything bad. Let me reward you, good dog!
Saying that, the mistress turned her back, grabbed my head and put my face on her buttocks.
- Reward your pet for that loyalty. Aren't slave dogs like pets always craving to smell their master's butt?
She was right. At that time, I seemed to be in a coma with joy. The feeling of having my nose pressed against the mistress's buttocks, inhaling her body while listening to the mistress's taunts, was a worthy reward for the challenge I overcame.
Since then, every time I go out, the mistress has never chained me or locked my cock again. I was free during the time she was away. To quench my urgency, I spent my time cleaning the house for the hostess, or reading a book. The landlady is not a person who has a habit of reading, but she buys a lot of new books on the shelf. I understood that she meant to leave a pile of books for me to entertain when I was isolated from society. I am always secretly grateful and worship the mistress even more from those little subtleties.