Today, Mistress Azumi and Mistress Q put me through the harshest dog training I’ve ever endured. Clad in skintight latex bodies and black stockings, they exuded pure dominance, and I was nothing more than their helpless pet.
It began with me on all fours, a leash snapped tightly around my neck. Mistress Q yanked it sharply, her heels clicking ominously as she forced me to crawl. “Faster,” she demanded, while Mistress Azumi’s whip cracked across my thighs every time I faltered. “You’re an embarrassment,” Azumi hissed, circling me like a predator.
They commanded me to bark, beg, and obey, every failure punished with slaps, strikes, and cruel laughter. But obedience wasn’t enough for them—they wanted complete submission.
When they were satisfied with my crawling, Mistress Azumi secured me tightly in place, ensuring I couldn’t move. “Now, let’s see how much we can take from you,” she smirked, her gloved hands forcing me to the edge. Mistress Q leaned in, whispering taunts about my pathetic size and lack of control. I was milked mercilessly, my body shaking as they coaxed the first humiliating release from me.
But they weren’t done. “Again,” Q commanded, her latex-covered hand gripping the leash as Azumi began the second round. My protests were silenced by a sharp slap across my face. “Dogs don’t talk back,” Azumi snapped, milking me until I was trembling and empty.
The third round came as Mistress Q strapped on her toy, taking me without hesitation. “A proper pet takes what he’s given,” she sneered, her movements relentless as Azumi forced yet another humiliating release from me, her laughter cutting through my gasps.
By the fourth round, I was utterly broken—exhausted, humiliated, and drenched in sweat. Mistress Azumi dragged me to their feet, her whip snapping one last time. “You’re nothing but a weak, pathetic animal,” she spat, while Mistress Q pulled the leash tight. “And that’s all you’ll ever be.”
I was left trembling, drained, and fully trained, knowing I’d never escape their control—or their cruelty.