1 - I apologize for writing, as I am livestock.
1 - I apologize for writing, as I am livestock.
Hello.
First, I will bow my head and offer my deepest apologies.
I am sorry.
I have committed a crime worthy of death.
To dare to publish a book when I am merely livestock.
Those of you reading this text right now are incredibly noble beings.
You are beings who possess human rights that I do not.
I may be daring to soil your clear eyes.
A piece of livestock wearing a collar like me.
A bitch whose daily life is crawling on all fours.
I dared to imitate a Master with human rights and wrote this text.
I know all too well that this is an overstepping of my bounds.
What would have happened if the great Master before me had seen the pathetic sight of me holding a pen?
[Where does a bitch of livestock get the nerve to hold a pen?]
[If you have too much in your head, you won't be obedient.]
My fingers would have been broken off, every single one of them.
No... it would be fortunate if it just ended with my fingers.
I would have been dragged to the training grounds and tasted terrible agony.
Because livestock has no need to know how to write.
Livestock is a being that only needs to bark, crawl, spread its legs when the Master wants, and wag its tail.
Despite that, I cheekily wrote this text.
The discomfort you will feel while reading this memoir.
How could I not know the terrible disgust you must feel while reading this book made by livestock imitating a human?
You are probably cursing me.
[A bitch wrote a book? What kind of filthy book is this?]
[Burn it immediately!]
[Disgusting. Why do I have to read the barking of a bitch?]
I am sorry.
Once again, I am truly sorry.
The reaction of you readers is natural.
If you were in front of me, my face would have been trampled by you immediately.
You would have spat on me, kicked me, and treated me like trash.
Because I am nothing more than livestock... a lump of meat, different from you humans.
But, dear readers.
No, noble Prospective Females.
Please, suppress your anger and listen to the barking of this cheeky bitch just once, to the end.
I am prostrate on the floor, begging with both hands.
I am pleading, rubbing my bleeding forehead against the floor.
If you can overcome the difference in species, suppress your unpleasantness, and read my writing to the end.
I am confident that the life of livestock that will unfold for you will become a little more comfortable.
To all of you who purchased my [Submissive Bitch Manual].
I sincerely... truly sincerely thank you.
A book written by a beast like me.
Please just close your eyes once and read it.
This text was written thoroughly for you.
For the 'Prospective Females' who will soon fall into being someone's property.
You must be scared.
Living as an ordinary human, then suddenly one day having to crawl under the feet of men.
The fact that you must unconditionally obey orders.
The fact that your human rights will be lost.
You must be afraid.
Because I was like that too.
You must want to run away somehow.
But give up.
There is only one way for you to survive.
How to make Master.
In other words, how to become a perfect female that fits the hearts of the great men... you must thoroughly learn only that method.
Here, I will make one honest and shocking confession.
There will be many who won't believe it anyway.
You may point fingers and call it the nonsense of a crazy bitch who has lost her mind in shock.
But I will tell only the truth.
[I am a regressor.]
I turned back time and returned to the past.
I have repeated the process of going from a human with rights to becoming livestock countless times.
At first, I rebelled.
As a mere woman, I struggled, daring to want human rights.
I disobeyed the Father Master who gave birth to me.
What was the result?
I saw hell.
Far from human dignity, I was treated worse than a beast.
I died vomiting blood amidst the pain of my whole body being broken and torn.
In my second life, I ran away.
I thought I had to escape somehow.
[Help me! Someone, please save me!]
I ran through the streets like a madwoman, but I didn't get far.
And because of my clumsy escape attempt, my entire family was dragged to a terrible forced labor camp.
[Because of you! Because of you alone, we are all going to die! You beastly bitch!]
The screams of the Father Master still strike my ears.
Listening to their screams, the thickest and heaviest steel collar was placed around my neck.
That is how my family died terribly.
The third life.
From then on, I tried to become cunning.
I tried pretending to be obedient in a clumsy way.
Father Master.
And the real Master that Father Master brought me to.
There were some problems in between, but... it would be too long to explain here.
In the end, Father Master handed me over to a new Master.
On the outside, I smiled and crawled on all fours, and I let out moans pretending to receive his love.
But on the inside, I despised them terribly.
I vowed to take revenge if an opportunity ever came.
But it was useless.
[You, what was that look in your eyes just now?]
[Yes? Ah, no, Master. It's nothing...]
[Your eyes are full of venom. A disgusting bitch who only wags her tail on the outside.]
The Masters were perfect.
The subtle trembling of the breath we exhale.
The stiffness of the corners of our mouths forced upward.
With just that, they saw right through whether we had truly surrendered or were acting.
In those lives repeated so many times, I finally found the answer."
I realized it after hundreds of times of bone-breaking pain.
The best way to become a submissive female.
The meager pride as a human remaining in my head. I must smash all of it myself.
I am a bitch.
I am not a human.
I am merely a soft lump of flesh that exists to please the Master.
I engraved this fact deep into my bones.
In one of my lives.
When I let go of everything and truly rubbed my face against the Master's shoes, feeling ecstatic.
[Yes. You are a truly good and pretty bitch.]
The Master smiled sincerely for the first time.
The immense relief I felt when he stroked my head.
The terrible peace when I am thoroughly consumed under the Master's touch and receive his rough yet hot affection with my whole body.
Only then did I find the way for me to be happy.
We are tools that accept the Master's warmth and quench their thirst.
Only when that thought becomes an instinct can we live the safest and most comfortable life.
Dear readers.
I beg you.
Please use my failures as a thorough lesson.
You may mock me in your hearts.
[So if you defy them like that, your bones get broken.]
[So if you run away like that, your family gets slaughtered.]
[So if you only smile on the outside, your skin gets peeled off.]
You must feel it deep in your bones while reading about the countless stupid things I failed at.
Never clumsily rebel or use shallow tricks like I did.
"I'll be different."
No.
You are not different.
You are a female whose human rights will soon disappear.
The Masters know better than anyone how to control livestock like us.
Such complacent thoughts will only drive you to the most painful death.
Conversely, you must put my success stories into your heads.
How I calmed the Master's anger.
How I crawled on all fours, met his gaze, and wagged my tail.
How I accepted his rough demands in the softest and sweetest way.
I hope you engrave all those success stories perfectly into your minds... no, into every single cell of your bodies.
This memoir is a survival bible completed with my blood, tears, and countless deaths.
Now, prepare your hearts.
It is time to cast off that meager human clothing you are clutching.
If you trust me and follow me, you will surely be reborn as the most loved and most perfect submissive female.
And.
I dare to say a word to the Master who made an unconventional decision that an ordinary Master would never even think of.
I was shocked.
The suggestion that you believed my words, as livestock, and asked if I would like to publish them as a book.
Tears flowed.
It felt as if I had regained the human rights I had lost.
Of course, since I could not write with my hands that had become feet... I had no choice but to write with my mouth, so the writing became a bit crooked.
I ask for your understanding.
Master.
My beloved Master.
Thank you so much.
I will look only at you for the rest of my life.
I will only give birth to sons like you.
I will never give birth to a female livestock that would make you shed tears.
Like this... on this paper that will never disappear, this lowly livestock swears.
The proceeds from this book will become the property of the wonderful Master who helped livestock like me write and publish a book.
If you found this book helpful, please recommend it to others.
Then, from now on.......
I will begin the memoir of how I became a submissive bitch.
