I am a dogslave. My wife is too (Part 2)
Uyen's sex therapy helped my and Loan's married life become much more exciting, but through it, we also discovered each other's secret desires and accepted the truth: both of us craved lust and excitement when being tortured. After a few weeks, we had to contact Uyen again for therapy. This time, we wanted something more intense, to break all boundaries.
And so, that weekend, my wife and I opened the door to a strange apartment. I held Loan's hand, feeling a little nervous: "Are you sure you want to go in here?" I asked my wife again.
Loan nodded decisively and asked me back: "You too, right? Once we go in, I won't consider you my husband anymore."
"That's what I want, so don't worry," I replied, my lower body already slightly stiff with excitement at the prospect of seeing the beautiful, young mistress Uyen again.
Inside the unfamiliar living room, Loan and I, after some hesitation, took off our clothes together. We were completely naked, facing each other. Two leather dog collars were already on the floor. I held the collar with the tag engraved with the words "FEMALE DOG," and Loan held the collar with the words "MALE DOG." With nervous excitement, we put them around each other's necks. The click of the buckles sounded hollow, and both Loan and I knew there was no turning back now. We knelt on the floor, heads bowed, backs bare, trembling with anticipation. The cold floor pressed against our knees. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the door swung open, and the owner, Uyen, and a handsome young man walked in together. It was Nam—Uyen's boyfriend. I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy seeing Nam walking beside Uyen. In contrast to my husband and me, who were naked and cowering on the floor, Uyên and Nam walked in, their bodies radiating powerful energy. They were dripping with sweat after their gym session. I looked up at Uyên, my whole body trembling with excitement at seeing her again. Uyen wore tight workout clothes, revealing her slim, toned waist, and her sweat-soaked leggings made her curvy hips and long legs even more attractive. Her hair was wet and stuck to her high forehead and rosy cheeks. Just as I was mesmerized by Uyen, Loan couldn't help but keep glancing at her boss's boyfriend. Nam was a handsome guy, 1.8 meters tall, wearing a tight-fitting tank top, drenched in sweat, clearly showing the bulging muscles on his shoulders, chest, and arms. The feeling of jealousy rose again when I saw my wife gazing at him. Contrasting with my weak appearance and flabby body, Nam was the epitome of alpha male beauty that no woman could resist.
Uyen smiled softly, a gentle sound that made my skin crawl. She bent down, picked up the chain attached to my collar, and patted my head lightly with her other hand: "Finally, you've acknowledged your instincts," her voice rang out, cold and satisfied. At the same time, Nam also grabbed Loan's chain. He said nothing, just a slight tug full of ownership that made Loan shudder slightly.
-"Welcome to our world," said Uyen, her eyes glancing at both me and Loan. "Where you will learn lessons about obedience."
The game began. A tug on the chain from Uyen's hand pulled me forward, and I knew my old life had officially ended. We were now just "male dog" and "female dog," belonging to two cold and beautiful masters. The two masters sat down on the sofa and ordered us to crawl closer. I obediently crawled to Uyên's feet, while Loan headed south. Following their orders, I used both my hands and teeth to untie each lace of my mistress's sneakers. The salty taste of salt and the distinctive smell of sweat hit my tongue as I had to use my mouth to remove Uyên's socks. I held her thin silk socks. They were still warm and damp. I brought it to my nose and took a deep breath. The scent—not just sweat, but a combination of her body odor and a light powdery fragrance—made me extremely excited. Then I bent down to Uyên's feet. They were slender and well-cared for, her toes neatly painted with bright red nail polish. I didn't hesitate. I ran my tongue lightly along her soft instep. The skin was moist, slightly salty, perfect. I moved to the spaces between her toes, where the sweat pooled most. There, the flavor was even more intense, more authentic. Each time my tongue slipped between her toes, the feeling of serving her made my whole body tremble with pleasure.
When I looked up, I saw Loan was in a similar state. She was bowing her head before Nam, her face unashamedly intoxicated. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body relaxed, her tongue moving over Nam's rough feet with a passionate intensity. Her face showed no resistance or shame, only complete surrender and pleasure. Even when Nam roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her face up, spitting into her mouth, Loan showed no disgust; her face seemed to say, "Master, please continue to spit on me!" "Hold on," Nam said in a deep, authoritative voice. "Do you see how much this dog seems to enjoy being about to serve you?"
Uyen turned to look at me and laughed: "Haha, right, look at its pathetic cock getting hard, right after I pulled the chain around its neck. So... do you have any ideas?" "Of course, so it won't be easily satisfied. We'll switch chains," Nam said with a smirk. They exchanged the two leashes. Now, Nam was the one controlling me, while Loan was under Uyen's control. No! I shrank back in fear. I wasn't ready to serve another man. I wanted to serve the beautiful mistress Uyen. But I realized that once we stepped inside, we no longer had the right to make choices. I sensed that I would suffer painful punishment if I dared disobey Nam. I was truly afraid of his authority.
Nam laughed harshly, yanking the chain so hard I nearly fell forward:
"Come here, you dog." As soon as I crawled over to Nam, he ordered me to lie face up on the chair. As Nam lowered himself down, his entire weight and breath pressed down on my face. Darkness enveloped me. The pungent smell of male sweat, mixed with the scent of sports cologne, invaded my senses. This was not the scent I craved. Each breath became laborious, a struggle to find air under his overwhelming weight.
From the other corner of my ear, I heard vague sounds coming from Loan. A soft moan, not from pain, but seemingly from... excitement. And then, my imagination began to run wild. I pictured Uyen sitting on Loan's face. I imagined her mistress's soft, plump buttocks pressing down on my wife's face, the distinctive, seductive scent I craved... Loan was enjoying what I desired most. A fierce, bitter jealousy flared up inside me. It burned, even overwhelming the suffocating sensation under Nam's buttocks. The pain now came not only from being pinned down by Nam, but also from being deprived of the opportunity to serve Uyen, and having to witness someone else in the position I craved. We should punish it a little so it knows its place, shouldn't we?" Uyen suddenly said. Hearing this, I trembled with fear, dreading what was about to happen to me.
And so, that weekend, my wife and I opened the door to a strange apartment. I held Loan's hand, feeling a little nervous: "Are you sure you want to go in here?" I asked my wife again.
Loan nodded decisively and asked me back: "You too, right? Once we go in, I won't consider you my husband anymore."
"That's what I want, so don't worry," I replied, my lower body already slightly stiff with excitement at the prospect of seeing the beautiful, young mistress Uyen again.
Inside the unfamiliar living room, Loan and I, after some hesitation, took off our clothes together. We were completely naked, facing each other. Two leather dog collars were already on the floor. I held the collar with the tag engraved with the words "FEMALE DOG," and Loan held the collar with the words "MALE DOG." With nervous excitement, we put them around each other's necks. The click of the buckles sounded hollow, and both Loan and I knew there was no turning back now. We knelt on the floor, heads bowed, backs bare, trembling with anticipation. The cold floor pressed against our knees. Then, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, the door swung open, and the owner, Uyen, and a handsome young man walked in together. It was Nam—Uyen's boyfriend. I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy seeing Nam walking beside Uyen. In contrast to my husband and me, who were naked and cowering on the floor, Uyên and Nam walked in, their bodies radiating powerful energy. They were dripping with sweat after their gym session. I looked up at Uyên, my whole body trembling with excitement at seeing her again. Uyen wore tight workout clothes, revealing her slim, toned waist, and her sweat-soaked leggings made her curvy hips and long legs even more attractive. Her hair was wet and stuck to her high forehead and rosy cheeks. Just as I was mesmerized by Uyen, Loan couldn't help but keep glancing at her boss's boyfriend. Nam was a handsome guy, 1.8 meters tall, wearing a tight-fitting tank top, drenched in sweat, clearly showing the bulging muscles on his shoulders, chest, and arms. The feeling of jealousy rose again when I saw my wife gazing at him. Contrasting with my weak appearance and flabby body, Nam was the epitome of alpha male beauty that no woman could resist.
Uyen smiled softly, a gentle sound that made my skin crawl. She bent down, picked up the chain attached to my collar, and patted my head lightly with her other hand: "Finally, you've acknowledged your instincts," her voice rang out, cold and satisfied. At the same time, Nam also grabbed Loan's chain. He said nothing, just a slight tug full of ownership that made Loan shudder slightly.
-"Welcome to our world," said Uyen, her eyes glancing at both me and Loan. "Where you will learn lessons about obedience."
The game began. A tug on the chain from Uyen's hand pulled me forward, and I knew my old life had officially ended. We were now just "male dog" and "female dog," belonging to two cold and beautiful masters. The two masters sat down on the sofa and ordered us to crawl closer. I obediently crawled to Uyên's feet, while Loan headed south. Following their orders, I used both my hands and teeth to untie each lace of my mistress's sneakers. The salty taste of salt and the distinctive smell of sweat hit my tongue as I had to use my mouth to remove Uyên's socks. I held her thin silk socks. They were still warm and damp. I brought it to my nose and took a deep breath. The scent—not just sweat, but a combination of her body odor and a light powdery fragrance—made me extremely excited. Then I bent down to Uyên's feet. They were slender and well-cared for, her toes neatly painted with bright red nail polish. I didn't hesitate. I ran my tongue lightly along her soft instep. The skin was moist, slightly salty, perfect. I moved to the spaces between her toes, where the sweat pooled most. There, the flavor was even more intense, more authentic. Each time my tongue slipped between her toes, the feeling of serving her made my whole body tremble with pleasure.
When I looked up, I saw Loan was in a similar state. She was bowing her head before Nam, her face unashamedly intoxicated. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body relaxed, her tongue moving over Nam's rough feet with a passionate intensity. Her face showed no resistance or shame, only complete surrender and pleasure. Even when Nam roughly grabbed her hair and pulled her face up, spitting into her mouth, Loan showed no disgust; her face seemed to say, "Master, please continue to spit on me!" "Hold on," Nam said in a deep, authoritative voice. "Do you see how much this dog seems to enjoy being about to serve you?"
Uyen turned to look at me and laughed: "Haha, right, look at its pathetic cock getting hard, right after I pulled the chain around its neck. So... do you have any ideas?" "Of course, so it won't be easily satisfied. We'll switch chains," Nam said with a smirk. They exchanged the two leashes. Now, Nam was the one controlling me, while Loan was under Uyen's control. No! I shrank back in fear. I wasn't ready to serve another man. I wanted to serve the beautiful mistress Uyen. But I realized that once we stepped inside, we no longer had the right to make choices. I sensed that I would suffer painful punishment if I dared disobey Nam. I was truly afraid of his authority.
Nam laughed harshly, yanking the chain so hard I nearly fell forward:
"Come here, you dog." As soon as I crawled over to Nam, he ordered me to lie face up on the chair. As Nam lowered himself down, his entire weight and breath pressed down on my face. Darkness enveloped me. The pungent smell of male sweat, mixed with the scent of sports cologne, invaded my senses. This was not the scent I craved. Each breath became laborious, a struggle to find air under his overwhelming weight.
From the other corner of my ear, I heard vague sounds coming from Loan. A soft moan, not from pain, but seemingly from... excitement. And then, my imagination began to run wild. I pictured Uyen sitting on Loan's face. I imagined her mistress's soft, plump buttocks pressing down on my wife's face, the distinctive, seductive scent I craved... Loan was enjoying what I desired most. A fierce, bitter jealousy flared up inside me. It burned, even overwhelming the suffocating sensation under Nam's buttocks. The pain now came not only from being pinned down by Nam, but also from being deprived of the opportunity to serve Uyen, and having to witness someone else in the position I craved. We should punish it a little so it knows its place, shouldn't we?" Uyen suddenly said. Hearing this, I trembled with fear, dreading what was about to happen to me.