Femdom Story: Mistress (Ep 1)
Her name is Ha My, she has just turned 20 years old this year. But I prefer to call her "Mistress". In fact, I was only allowed to call her "mistress," which was when she allowed me to speak like a human being. Is it a despicable humiliation to have to kneel at your feet and worship a girl 10 years younger than you? Of course yes, but I like it. After years of being tired of work and social relationships, I decided to give myself a few years of absence. That is, I will not do anything anymore, do not strive to make money, do not communicate with society, and even do not want to be a human being anymore. I will temporarily disappear from this life and live instinctively like an animal. So I came to live with the owner Ha My, and began the life of a true slave dog.
The owner Ha My is young and quite pretty. That's my luck. Doesn't every lowly slave wish his master to be a beautiful woman? My mistress has a well-proportioned face and beautiful complexion, although she is not too pretty, but thanks to knowing how to dress and makeup, she looks really attractive. Especially her legs, white and smooth and straight. Even though she is only 1m6 tall, I think it is the most beautiful legs in the world, especially every time combined with high heels and short skirts, it becomes the ultimate weapon to help her conquer all the eyes of both men and slaves like me.
But most of all, it is the unpredictability of the owner that attracts me the most. There were times when she was very gentle like an angel, sitting in the sun reading a book and waving me softly, holding up her beautiful paws for me to lick. But there were also times when she seemed to be a cold goddess, ready to beat me up even if the reason was just "itchy eyes". The scary thing is that those 2 shades change constantly and are always unpredictable, making me always live in a feeling of anxiety and restlessness. That is what creates an irresistible attraction from her.
Remembering the first day of my life as a slave dog, after I had memorized all the terms, and after I had taken off my clothes, I crawled down to the cool floor, feeling weak when I looked up at the mistress standing in front of me. The mistress looked down at my erect cock from stimulation and smiled slightly:
"As you have stipulated, during the one year you are here with me as a slave dog, you will be completely forbidden to sex, that is, for the next year you will not be allowed to ejaculate once. I think I can give you one last favor before entering that long year. He is allowed to ejaculate now once before being completely forbidden to have sex. And after you finish, you will no longer be a person, and you will change the way you address and treat you. Now, masturbate. That's right, kneeling and masturbating, and looking up at you. Watch your master and masturbate…
The hostess's orders were gentle but still so serious that I could only follow them like a puppet. From this point of view, as I knelt on the floor and looked up at the hostess, looking at the eyes and the smile that she had given me with both contempt and ridicule, I couldn't stand that stimulation anymore. My body shrunk slightly, I was about to.
-Stop! - The mistress suddenly shouted. I was startled to stop like a machine, but my hand was still holding the cock that was about to cum. His eyes looked up at her full of concern.
"I told you to stop," she suddenly changed her tone, no longer as gentle as before.guava. You won't be released, right now. There is no favor for you, dog. Take your hands off your dirty dick.
The mistress is evil. She lured me to masturbate, stimulated me with attractive words, and waited for the moment when I was about to ejaculate to make me stop. This makes me even more frustrated and uncomfortable. For a moment, I wanted to resist her orders, continue to cum and wait for wherever I went. But when I saw the cold eyes and authoritative face of the hostess, I immediately gave up that stupid idea.
It's very annoying because you can't get out, right, let me help you! - Saying that, the owner quickly kicked my lower leg hard, causing me pain and rolling to the floor, the pain immediately made my cock collapse.
"Welcome to the life of a dog," the owner stroked my hair gently, returning to his gentle tone.
The owner Ha My is young and quite pretty. That's my luck. Doesn't every lowly slave wish his master to be a beautiful woman? My mistress has a well-proportioned face and beautiful complexion, although she is not too pretty, but thanks to knowing how to dress and makeup, she looks really attractive. Especially her legs, white and smooth and straight. Even though she is only 1m6 tall, I think it is the most beautiful legs in the world, especially every time combined with high heels and short skirts, it becomes the ultimate weapon to help her conquer all the eyes of both men and slaves like me.
But most of all, it is the unpredictability of the owner that attracts me the most. There were times when she was very gentle like an angel, sitting in the sun reading a book and waving me softly, holding up her beautiful paws for me to lick. But there were also times when she seemed to be a cold goddess, ready to beat me up even if the reason was just "itchy eyes". The scary thing is that those 2 shades change constantly and are always unpredictable, making me always live in a feeling of anxiety and restlessness. That is what creates an irresistible attraction from her.
Remembering the first day of my life as a slave dog, after I had memorized all the terms, and after I had taken off my clothes, I crawled down to the cool floor, feeling weak when I looked up at the mistress standing in front of me. The mistress looked down at my erect cock from stimulation and smiled slightly:
"As you have stipulated, during the one year you are here with me as a slave dog, you will be completely forbidden to sex, that is, for the next year you will not be allowed to ejaculate once. I think I can give you one last favor before entering that long year. He is allowed to ejaculate now once before being completely forbidden to have sex. And after you finish, you will no longer be a person, and you will change the way you address and treat you. Now, masturbate. That's right, kneeling and masturbating, and looking up at you. Watch your master and masturbate…
The hostess's orders were gentle but still so serious that I could only follow them like a puppet. From this point of view, as I knelt on the floor and looked up at the hostess, looking at the eyes and the smile that she had given me with both contempt and ridicule, I couldn't stand that stimulation anymore. My body shrunk slightly, I was about to.
-Stop! - The mistress suddenly shouted. I was startled to stop like a machine, but my hand was still holding the cock that was about to cum. His eyes looked up at her full of concern.
"I told you to stop," she suddenly changed her tone, no longer as gentle as before.guava. You won't be released, right now. There is no favor for you, dog. Take your hands off your dirty dick.
The mistress is evil. She lured me to masturbate, stimulated me with attractive words, and waited for the moment when I was about to ejaculate to make me stop. This makes me even more frustrated and uncomfortable. For a moment, I wanted to resist her orders, continue to cum and wait for wherever I went. But when I saw the cold eyes and authoritative face of the hostess, I immediately gave up that stupid idea.
It's very annoying because you can't get out, right, let me help you! - Saying that, the owner quickly kicked my lower leg hard, causing me pain and rolling to the floor, the pain immediately made my cock collapse.
"Welcome to the life of a dog," the owner stroked my hair gently, returning to his gentle tone.