Mistress Azumi and Mistress Q pushed me further than ever today. Dressed in their sleek latex bodies and black stockings, they exuded power, their heels clicking ominously as they began my latest dog trainingsession.
The leash was snapped tight around my neck, and I was commanded to crawl. “Dogs obey without hesitation,” Mistress Q barked, yanking me forward. Mistress Azumi followed closely, her crop landing sharp strikes on my thighs whenever I slowed. “You’re pathetic,” she sneered. “Barely worth our time.”
I tried my best, but when my performance didn’t meet their impossible standards, the punishment began. “If you can’t act like a proper dog, we’ll have to break you completely,” Mistress Azumi said coldly, strapping me down while Q prepared the first toy.
It started with something manageable, but even that felt overwhelming under their relentless mockery. Mistress Q took the lead, her thrusts firm and deliberate, her voice dripping with disdain as she reminded me of my place.
“You’ll take more,” Azumi declared, swapping out the first toy for something larger. The pressure was intense, and I couldn’t hold back my cries, but their laughter only grew. “Dogs don’t cry,” Mistress Q spat, landing a stinging slap across my face.
Each new toy was bigger than the last, forcing me to endure more as they degraded me. By the time the fourth and largest was in place, I was shaking, broken, and utterly humiliated. Mistress Azumi leaned in close, her voice like ice. “This is what happens to disobedient pets. You exist for our amusement and nothing else.”
When they finally released me, I was left on the floor, trembling and completely defeated. My training wasn’t just a lesson in obedience—it was a brutal reminder of their total control.
Under their command, I’m nothing. And I’ll never forget it