Anal Training (1)
Jihye
One week later.
I made my way to Taehyun's place with my heart fluttering wildly in my chest. Going over to someone else's home — especially a boyfriend's apartment — was always enough to set my pulse racing. But that wasn't why it was hammering quite this hard today.
"Next time you come over for training, I'll develop that ass of yours into a proper back-pussy."
That was why. Taehyun — no, Master — had promised to give me anal training. I headed to his place practically buzzing, wondering just what kind of session awaited me this time.
Master never settled for a single, simple exercise and called it a day. When I'd been trained as a bitch, I'd been put through forced-orgasm predicament play in the middle of it all, conditioned down to my very mind until I was thoroughly his puppy. And when I'd undergone slave training, one careless mistake had sent me tumbling straight into the role of a meat toilet, where I'd learned absolute obedience and orgasm control the hard way.
I wonder what concept he'll go with this time. Bitch? Slave? Or maybe I'll get demoted to a meat toilet all over again…♡
I eased the front door open with that giddy anticipation still thrumming through me, and the apartment beyond was empty, just as I'd expected. Getting myself ready for training before Master finished at the gym and came home — that was the duty I'd been given. I passed through the living room without a second thought and headed for the training room.
"Wow…. No matter how many times I see it, this place is insane…."
The moment I flipped on the lights, a whole arsenal of wicked implements was there to greet me. The X-frame hanging on the wall caught my eye first, then bondage chairs of every conceivable shape, and the sharp-peaked triangular wooden horse.
Last week I'd been punished on that wooden horse until I pissed myself, and that was how I'd been demoted to a meat toilet on the spot. The memory surfaced so vividly that my pussy gave an involuntary throb.
There's the cage I first went into, too. And over there — the machine that fucked my pussy while I was bound hand and foot.
I'd only been trained twice so far, and I'd already been put through this many toys. In the moment itself I'd been too drunk on pleasure and pain to think of anything; I'd simply followed wherever Master's hands led me. Looking back now, though, I realized I'd experienced every last one of those tools in the span of just a few weeks.
Would I ever have gotten to do any of this if I hadn't met Master? I probably would have been stuck watching it all in videos, settling for vicarious thrills. I was struck all over again by what an incredible stroke of luck it was that I'd found him.
"That said, I still have to get ready… how am I supposed to prepare…?"
All Master had told me was that he was going to develop my asshole into a back-pussy. Beyond that, once I'd said this date worked for me, he'd simply told me to have myself ready by the time he got home. The first session, I'd waited for him already dressed as a bitch of my own accord. The second time, he'd ordered me to present myself in a manner befitting a slave, so I'd had something to work with. This time, I had nothing — nothing except the knowledge that my asshole was about to be developed into a brand-new hole for serving Master's cock.
"A meat toilet again…? No. If it goes that way…."
The thought of meat-toilet training — every hole on my body developed for the sole purpose of serving cock — did seem like a natural fit for today's anal session. But if I received anal training as a meat toilet, I had a feeling the play would turn brutally harsh, and that scared me a little. There would be punishment after punishment, electric shocks included, and I'd be made to give myself a humiliating enema right in front of him. Once my asshole had been slowly worked open into a back-pussy, I'd get fucked like a dog at the end. That much was obvious.
Of course, if Master had already decided that was the play, I would have followed without a shred of hesitation. But choosing that path myself was another matter. Fear made me waver.
It's my first time, though. Maybe I should keep it a little lighter…
After turning it over, I decided to receive Master's anal training as a bitch. Unlike a meat toilet, who couldn't even hope to be treated as human, a bitch could at least be petted and cooed over as a puppy. If I barked my heart out and fawned on him enough, he might even like it and handle me a little more gently. It wasn't impossible.
Okay. I'm all set…. Now I just need Master to get here.
I stripped out of everything, washed myself clean, and fastened a pair of puppy-ear headband on my head and a collar around my neck. Every last trace that I'd ever been human was gathered up and put away in one place. Then I waited by the front door for Master to come home.
I must have been waiting about thirty minutes when I heard the electronic lock click open. I scrambled into my submission pose to greet him.
"Woof woof♡"
"Oh? What's this. A bitch waiting for me at the door."
"Huff huff…♡ Woof!"
"I see. Has my puppy been waiting nicely?"
"Woof woof!"
Master's expression flickered with a hint of surprise at the sight of me, then shifted just as quickly as he slipped into character and came toward me. He reached out and stroked my head. The gentle sweep of his fingers through my hair felt so good that a goofy smile spread across my face before I could stop it.
"Woof woof…! Huff huff♡"
"My puppy's happy her Master is home, huh?"
"Woof!"
"There, there, good girl. That happy, were you? Still, you shouldn't go drooling everywhere."
"Woof…?"
For a second I thought I really had started drooling, and I swiped at the corner of my mouth — but nothing came away on my hand. I was still puzzling over it when I caught his meaning: his hand was heading straight for my pussy.
"What am I supposed to do when you've already soaked your lower lips like this?"
"Nnhhh…♡ W-woof!"
"You didn't touch yourself before I got here, did you?"
"Woof woof! Woof…!"
I barked the denial as hard as I could, because I swore I hadn't. I hadn't even known my pussy would get wet before he arrived. Imagining the training I was about to receive had sent a low tingle through my belly, sure — but I hadn't expected to soak myself over it. I might have already turned into the kind of degenerate who could wet her pussy on imagination alone…!
"Hmm. Judging by that reaction, looks like you didn't touch yourself after all."
"Woof woof! Heuugh…♡"
"And yet you're this soaked, getting off from nothing but my fingers. Is it because my Jihye is such a perverted little bitch?"
"Woof! Mmhnn…♡"
"You've become a complete bitch, haven't you, Jihye."
The praise, delivered while he touched my pussy, sent a sweet ache blooming through my lower belly. He was right. I was a perverted bitch. I was on all fours in a submission pose, putting every private inch of myself on full display for him to inspect, and I was enjoying it. I was being groped and called a degenerate bitch to my face, and it thrilled me. If that wasn't a perverted bitch, what was?
"Woof woof! Haahn♡ Hnngh…!"
"Good. That's enough of a greeting — shall we head inside?"
"Woof…?"
"What, you don't want to go in yet?"
"Woof!"
The moment Master took his hand off my pussy and reached for my leash, I barked a little louder and planted myself right where I was. He'd already touched my pussy. I wanted him to caress my breasts too. I pushed my chest out as far as I could, making sure both of them sat squarely in his line of sight. If he failed to catch my meaning, or if my breasts simply didn't interest him enough and he ignored me, well — there wouldn't be anything I could do about it. But my kind, gentle Master only smiled and reached for them, nice and slow.
"You wanted your tits touched that badly, puppy?"
"Heuk…♡ Woof woof!"
"All right. If my puppy wants it, I suppose I should give her a special treat."
"Woof! Hih♡ Hiiik♡"
He gave my breasts a light squeeze, then pinched my nipples between his fingers and tugged.
"Heuugh?! Nngh♡"
I jumped more from surprise than pain — the spot was already flushed and hypersensitive from how worked up I'd gotten. He didn't seem to be trying to hurt me. Just teasing, giving them a playful little pull. I let the sharp, electric sting melt into pleasure and whimpered happily.
"There. That should do it. I trust you're satisfied."
"Woof woof! Huff huff♡"
"Good. Now let's actually go inside. I'll tell you what kind of training we're doing today."
"Woof!"
I crawled after him on all fours, a helpless little smile leaking out of me from how happy I was. Choosing bitch had been the right call. At this rate, even the anal development would go smoothly, with Master's affection wrapped around every second of it.
"By the way, Jihye. Why'd you get ready as a bitch?"
"W-woof?"
"Nah~. I mean, meat toilet was an option too, but you showed up as a bitch, just like I figured you would."
For a split second I thought he was calling me out for taking the easy road instead of meat toilet, and my stomach clenched — but the rest of what he said made it clear that wasn't it. Thank god. I'd read his intentions right and chosen well. Today's training was going to go beautifully. That was what I thought, anyway — until his next words started taking that thought apart, piece by piece.
"Honestly, if this had been meat-toilet training, I was planning to just do some enema play and wrap it up for today. Good thing you picked bitch."
"Woof…?"
"Today's just a simple session. Shoving my cock straight in would be a bit much, don't you think?"
All I could do was nod. Something was wrong. By my calculations, the training should have been far harsher if I'd been a meat toilet…?
I followed him into the training room in a daze. He came back carrying something and kept talking as he did.
"But since you're a bitch today, I can plug a tail in that cute ass of yours, the way a proper bitch should have one. Right?"
"Woof? Woof woof…!"
What Master was holding was an anal plug with a big, fluffy puppy tail attached. A cone-shaped dildo, easily as thick as two finger-joints, jutted from the base of that tail — and the moment I saw it, my heart dropped straight through the floor. Something that thick was going into my asshole…. And that wasn't even the only problem.
"Apparently it even has a vibration function to keep things realistic. Neat."
"Woof woof…! Woof…."
"So? Don't you feel like you made the right call picking bitch?"
Staring at that viciously buzzing anal plug, I could have sworn my own body had started trembling with it. I was going to spend the entire day with that thing buried in my ass. Something had gone very wrong. I had not chosen bitch with this in mind. If I'd known, I would have picked meat-toilet training instead — but it was far too late for that. I was already a bitch, and I had been for a while.
"All right. Before we add the tail, let's go get that ass of yours ready."
"W-woof…."
Stripped of human speech, all I could do was obey Master's command and quietly follow him off to receive my anal training.