The dog - Part 3

I went back to ask him if he wanted to leave or stop. I understood that maybe he didn't like it. And he replied: No, dude, I want to continue.

I grabbed him by the neck with my left hand, took my right hand as far back as I could, and swung my hand across his face, while with my left hand I held his neck and head. His head didn't move when my hand reached his face. It hurt him. He became paralyzed. He brought his hands to his face in a gesture of pain. He looked at me, and how my face was, even with tears coming out of his eyes, he put his hands on the ground, got on all fours, lifted his ass, lowered his head, and very decisively: He was being a sub.

I brought him towards me, he stuck to my leg, and I caressed him. I grabbed his jaw, lifted him up, and brought him closer to my mouth. I spat on him and kissed him immediately afterwards. Spitting on a sub always seemed quite degrading to me, and that's what he deserved, but that act and putting my tongue in his mouth had the opposite meaning, it was as if I had something of mine in his mouth and we would both share it. It was a reward for having learned the lesson.

I left him with his face on the bed while I looked for his collar. I approached him making noise to make him nervous, and I succeeded, since he didn't know what was happening. When I put the collar on him, he jumped for joy. His cock couldn't be any harder, and at the same time, he was drooling like I had never seen another sub do.

In front of me, there was a mirror, and the image couldn't be better: his face in front of mine and his ass in the mirror. I couldn't resist and I inserted 4 fingers at once. He shuddered a bit, he was very dilated and excited. It was time. So, I took the dog tail plug, put some lubricant on it, put his face between my legs, and inserted it without thinking. He screamed. Just one scream. It seemed like he was torn apart. It was an XL size, quite large, but a sub can't be without his collar or tail. Now I had him as I wanted. More and more united to me. More of a sub, more submissive.

Now I had him to fuck. I grabbed his leash, perhaps too tightly, almost leaving him breathless. But that would come a few seconds later. I brought him towards my cock, so he could smell it for a few seconds, I took it out and inserted it into his mouth, covering his nose. Like that, I counted slowly: 10…9…8…7…He started to have gagging reflexes, that's why I didn't take it out, so he would endure. 6…5…4…His hands touched my legs, and his eyes started to tear up. Until zero, I told him, and that's what happened. He endured like a champion, throwing himself to the floor when I took my cock out of his mouth. But wasn't that what he wanted? To eat cock? Maybe he understood at that moment how to eat his master's cock.

I repeated the same situation several times, and each time he endured more. The training was going as I wanted. He was going to be a good sub. He suffer...