During that time, I wanted to try and try was to try everything.

I have always leaned more towards the ground, towards submission, to being on my knees looking at the ground waiting for an order or a punishment.

My beginning was many years ago trying through chats and looking for someone to dominate me until I found a master who liked dog training. That caught my attention and I started to feel comfortable.

I felt increasingly submissive, but I controlled the sessions.

I decided when it started and when it ended without him knowing. Without him realizing nor I either. Something inside me took every opportunity to be above him. The submissive was not me; the submissive was my master.

I started to please him, and that made me aroused. I discovered something new—a new sensation that brought me pleasure, which I will later describe in more detail.

I didn’t know what dog training was, but getting on all fours like a dog, with my head held high and my back arched produced an excitement in my cock that I had never known before.

It produced such excitement that my cock released pre-cum almost without touching me. Almost—not touching me at all. And that’s how it all began…

-The puppy is enjoying it.

I didn’t know whether to nod or not, but it was clear that my cock was in charge at that moment.

-What happened? You’ve stained the floor with the shit your cock produces, haven’t you? That needs to be fixed, stupid.

I didn’t know what to do. I was quite new to obeying. I still had a lot to learn. He grabbed my head (symbolically since it was all cyber), I brought my head closer and started to lick everything that was on the floor... then I backed up with my legs and did the same. My cock wouldn’t stop releasing pre-cum everywhere I was.

I looked up and saw him, with his cock in hand, incredibly aroused, slowly touching himself with a satisfied expression. We stayed like that for a while, but I got tired and made excuses: I was caught, someone came, a phone call...

I cut it off, looked for someone else, and came.

-Dog, you can’t come today, okay? We continue tomorrow.

Of course, of course. He wasn’t going to come today, but I would. Again and again.

We had our sessions when I wanted. The sessions ended when I decided. Who was the submissive?

The sessions became more frequent. He tried to psychologically dominate me, and he succeeded (or so he thought). His excitement grew with each session. I kept giving him more of what he wanted.

I became more submissive, more dog-like, more accommodating. I looked at him like an abandoned puppy. When he was about to come, when he was at the peak of his excitement, I always had a problem: the internet went down, a family member came, I almost got caught...and back to square one.

His releases were pointless. At the beginning of the se...