It had already been some days since we last saw each other in person and had our first session, and during that time, the training as a bitch continued. From a distance, new guidelines, orders, and ideas were given. Most of the nervousness from the first time had already passed, and it was replaced by anticipation of what new things would come next.

After a conversation, we agreed on the day and time of the meeting, at a time when it was easy for both of us to see each other, without haste or worries, and after a day of work and commitments. Hoping not to be late, I left with enough time to arrive a little early. The master wrote to me that he had already finished his tasks and that we should meet at the same point as the previous meeting. I waited for him there, and once again, I got into his car, now without any trace of distrust; the protocol was the same, after a greeting, he handed me my collar and some restraints for my penis and testicles, which I had left at his house the last time, and he ordered me to put them on along with the collar around my neck. He told me that due to his day, he had almost not been able to make the meeting, but fortunately, time allowed it.

Since we had time, the master invited me to dinner, as it was the right moment, and he wanted to do it before going to his house for the next session. On the way, I reclined my seat again, and he ordered me to unbutton my pants. Then I felt his hand sliding slowly over my penis, which was already somewhat hard from the excitement of wearing the collar, feeling his temperature, and thinking about what it symbolized. The master's hand massaged my penis and testicles, pressing it and making it harder; then, he went down a bit further and his fingers touched my anus, a sensation that was very stimulating for me. His fingers felt like they were making their way through my underwear and wanting to enter from behind. They opened my buttocks, stretched my skin, and one of them made its way into my anus. After a while, he gave me the order to get on my stomach, and once again, while driving, his right hand fondled my buttocks; again, one of his fingers made its way into my hole, this time in a more decided and precise manner, which made me start to moan, the pleasure of that roughness without reaching the extreme of brutality made me feel happy to feel the master touching me and inspired me to say out loud that I was his bitch and that my goal was to please him. After playing with his fingers, the master removed them from me for a moment and brought them to my mouth, licking them and feeling his fingers with the taste of my ass made me feel dirty and excited, eager for something more to happen.

The game continued until moments before arriving at the restaurant, he asked me to sit up and commented on how important it was that my training as a bitch would also serve to regain physical sensations that might have been altered by achieving anal dilation easily. Thi...