About Me and My Boyfriend

After University I worked for a few years in a law firm in Tokyo and this I how I got to know Shiori.

She was my colleague at the office, and because we were the two youngest employees we were naturally drawn to each other.

We used to have a drink after work, and I felt very proud to have the company of such a beautiful, refined woman.

If it was not for the fact that we shared the job, there was no chance I could get to know someone like her, so distant from my world of outcast Japanese and foreigners.

In the beginning, she was very reserved, but after a while, I was able to acquire her trust.

Once we were sipping a whisky in a shot bar in Ginza when she started talking about her University's boyfriend.

It seemed that she hadn't been able to get over him and to understand why she had written a memoir of their story, hoping that this could help to put a distance between her and those events. But, even if they were frozen in writing and stored in a drawer, they kept haunting her.

"Can I read it?" I asked suddenly.

She blushed and looked deep into my eyes.

"Maybe it will be easier for you to forget..."

I admit I was simply curious to know her more intimately.

That evening she didn't say anything, but the next time we went drinking, in the end, she gave me a large, thick envelope.

"This is what happened between me and him...please don't judge me..."

I rushed home, and I opened the envelope. There was a stack of sheets, with the pre-printed grids that help writing kanji neatly, filled with precise, pencil-written characters.

Even if my Japanese reading skills were not so good, I was determined to make all the effort needed to go through them, even if I wasn't expecting much more than a young woman's sentimental outpouring.

What I read, instead, at first shocked me, and then made me excited, and finally angry.

What follows is my translation of Shiori's pages.

Shiori's story

I met my boyfriend when we were in the same class at the university.

I didn't know most of the other students, because I didn't spend there much time apart attending lessons, but for some reason, he often took the same courses as me, and we gradually became friends.

Especially when we were researching for a group presentation, I searched for books and prepared handouts with him in the library, so we ended up talking a lot and going to the cafeteria together.

His name was Tadashi Iio and by the time I was a sophomore I called him Iio, and he called me Shiori.

I started to really like him.

One Sunday before the summer vacation of my sophomore year, I went to visit his house.

I was surprised to see that it was a big, old, magnificent mansion.

I was told that his parents were away for work a lot, so he had spent a lot of time alone in this big house since he was little.

And so I naturally fell in love with him. It was in his room, on his bed.

He was gentle and good at sex. I was very happy.

It wasn't until a while later after I started going to his room regularly, that he took out the collar.

As usual, I was in bed, naked and messing around with him, when he pulled it out from under the bed.

"What's that?"

He told me it was a collar of a dog he used to have and loved. He loved it so much when he was a lonely child; he told me how he cried when it died.

Then he took the collar and whispered in my ear.

"Get down on all fours," he said, and without understanding much of what was going on, I got down on all fours from his bed with my hands and knees, naked but for my shorts.

He brushed my hair out of my face and put the leather collar around my neck and locked it.

It smelled like new leather, and I thought it was a lie that it was from an old dog.

I felt ashamed with the collar on and had a very weird feeling, but I didn't dislike it.

"How do you feel? Are you in pain?"

"No."

"You don't like it when I do this?"

"What do you mean, like this?"

Suddenly, he slapped me lightly on the buttocks, just above my shorts.

"Oh..."

I was so startled that I let out a yelp. It didn't hurt, but I felt ashamed, and yet it felt very sexy...

For some reason, I didn't feel like getting angry.

"So this is SM? Do you like SM, Iio?"

"Not exactly. I want to treat you, Shiori, like a dog."

"Dog? I'm not sure..."

He got up from the bed, took out a thin lead, and attached it to my collar.

"Shiori, walk like this... on all fours..."

I felt the leash being pulled and of course, the collar pushed against my neck.

I started crawling slowly around the room on all fours while he pulled the leash. It was hard for me to raise my head, so I kept my head down.

"No, no, no. Keep your head up and look straight ahead!"

His hand slapped my hips, very hard this time.

Instead of saying, "What are you doing? You're hurting me!" for some reason, I couldn't help but reply: "Yes!"

As he had ordered, I looked up and ahead.

It was very tiring and painful to walk on all fours with my head up in that position, but I persevered and went around the room with him pulling me.

With the collar and leash pulled on me, I felt as if I was being held down tighter than I thought I would be, and I had no freedom.

I was made to crawl on all fours, changing direction as he wished.

I didn't know what was going on, and I was very confused. I was ashamed, I was in pain, but I felt like I couldn't stop...

I crawled on all fours in a circle around my boyfriend's feet.

Eventually, my shorts started to get cold. I could tell that I was getting really excited.

I felt like I had never experienced anything like this before, and my breath started to come in gasps. My nipples started to ache and poke.

"Ha ha ha!"

He finally stopped and started stroking my head as if he were petting a dog.

"Good! Shiori is cute! Shiori is a cute dog!"

I was enraptured by this sweet feeling. I felt a sense of security, as if I were a small child again, being held by my parents.

"How is it? "Didn't you feel good, Shiori?"

"Well... I don't know... I guess it felt good..."

"You didn't mind? You don't have to force yourself on me."

"Yes, it felt good..."

"So... do you want to continue doing this?"

"If you want to..."

"No, I mean, do you want to do it?"

"Yes, I want to..."

I answered without really understanding myself.

"Well then. I'm going to train you as a dog from now on."

"Yes... I see... But what will you do to train me?"

"I can't tell you yet, but if you really don't want to, I'll stop at any time."

"Okay..."

"Also. You can call me Iio in college, but you have to call me by my honorific during training."

"If not Iio, what will I call you?"

"Master."

"Master"... in my head, I laughed, It sounded like a line from a manga.

"Yes. I understand..."

"You don't get it, isn't it? It's Master, right?"

I was a little pissed off when he slapped me on the buttocks again.

"What? Isn't it a bit too much, even if it's you, Iio! ", I thought.

"I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know. Maaaster!"

When I said this in a slightly angry and joking manner, he suddenly clamped down on my head with great force.

"And when you greet me, you must bow your head properly. Get down on your knees with both hands on the ground."

"I was getting really annoyed. No more! ", I thought.

I tried to stand up, but my boyfriend, who had grabbed my head and the leash of my collar, had the strength of a man and I couldn't shake him off.

I was so scared that I couldn't help but say: "Yes... I understand. Master."

I said in a loud voice and got down on my knees, rubbing my forehead on the floor. I've never done that before in my life.

"Do you promise to be my dog? Do you swear to be trained hard?"

"Yes, Master. Master... I swear it."

I was really scared and started to cry. But for some reason, I didn't want to run away.

"Thank you! Shiori. I'm so happy... You're so cute."

My boyfriend suddenly hugged me with her usual gentle voice. I was sobbing unconsciously.

I felt regret, embarrassment, fear, humiliation, and... what should I call it... pleasure? I felt so many emotions all at once that I didn't even know what to do with myself.

I cried in my boyfriend's arms for a while.

After that, my boyfriend continued to behave as usual at the university, and I put on a face as if I had forgotten all about it.

A few days later, my boyfriend invited me to his room again.

After a while, he stopped the CD we were listening to and said with a serious face.

"Shiori, do you remember our last appointment?"

"...Yes..."

I turned my face away and sipped my coffee from his large mug. It just hid my face.

"From now on, if you want to be with me, can you keep your promise?"

I put down my cup and asked him what I had been wanting to ask him.

"So, Iio, do you want to tie me up, whip me, do you want to play SM?

"Like I said the other day Shiori, don't you think that you're just basing your idea of SM on what you've seen in manga and books?

What I want to do is different from what you imagine SM to mean in your mind."

"So you want to make me wear a collar and act like a dog like last time, right? But is that all you want to do? Does that excite you, Iio?"

"Well... not only that, but when you get down on all fours, ashamed, and are trained to be a dog under my command... It's really good. How was it, Shiori? The last time you were here, on all fours, and I pulled you, you got really excited, didn't you?"

I was so embarrassed that he could tell I was excited, so I kept quiet.

" Shiori, completely naked, practices hard humiliating dog tricks and shows them to me. Under my command, she becomes a dog instead of a human...

That's how I get the most pleasure out of training you to be the dog I want you to be. How about you, Shiori? Doesn't that kind of thing excite you?"

I didn't know what to think, but I liked him, and the idea of him training me to do something incredibly embarrassing made me feel scared and excited at the same time. A feeling of expectation had surged...

"I don't know... I'm scared..."

"Don't worry, Shiori, if you really want to stop, I'll stop right away and I won't hurt you."

I nodded.

"You don't understand, do you? Shiori."

My boyfriend's tone suddenly became stern.

"Yes. Yes, I understand. Master!"

I said clearly this time without hesitation.

"Okay. Let's start the training! Stand up, Shiori!"

"Yes!"

I rushed to stand in front of my boyfriend.

"Take off all your clothes."

"Yes!"

I took off my sweater, blouse, and skirt, then my pantyhose.

All that was left was my panties and bra.

"Take off your bra and panties, too. Shiori."

"Yes."

I unhooked resolutely my bra and rolled my panties down to my feet. However, I covered my front and breasts with both hands.

"You have to be careful. Stretch out the fingers of both hands, put them along your legs properly, and look straight ahead!"

He slapped me on the buttocks.

"Yes!"

"Push the chest out! more! Keep your chin down!"

I was reminded of my elementary school gym class.

The teacher would often take out a silver metal rod and violently correct my posture. It was very humiliating.

After many times of being re-positioned, I learned the proper position.

"Okay, turn around and spread your legs wide."

"Yes!"

I turned my back to him, faced away from him, and opened my legs a little.

"Like this?"

"No. More!"

I was forced to open my legs to the limit.

"Okay, now stretch out your knees and put your hands in front of you. Stick out your hips!"

I put my hands in front of me, stretched out my knees, and stuck my ass out.

In front of my boyfriend, I was naked with my hips exposed, my legs spread wide to the left and right, and my hands in front of me.

My boyfriend was watching me from behind, and he could see everything.

I was so embarrassed to be in this position...I regretted that I hadn't showered more thoroughly before going to his house.

I closed my eyes and waited for him to give me another command, but he kept me in that position for a long time, watching me from behind.

I could feel the cold air soothing between my widely spread legs, and his gaze burning into my embarrassment.

His fingers gently open the split of my buttocks. I felt the warm air touch my anus.

"No... Stop!"

"Please stop. I am your master, isn't it?"

She said this with ease as he stared openly at my asshole.

"I don't want to... I feel bad. Even though you're Iio..." I thought.

"Please stop, Master!"

"Your asshole is so cute, Shiori."

I couldn't help but feel ashamed when he said that.

"I'm being watched by Iio....he is looking...at my...asshole..."

"Now, look up! Look straight ahead!"

When I raised my head, a cold collar was put around my neck and secured with a metal lock.

"Now, Shiori, don't close your legs and walk on all fours!"

He slapped me on the buttocks again and I walked with my hands in front of me.

I was on my knees, looking very miserable and embarrassed.

"Shiori, I can see your butt hole and your pussy!"

My boyfriend teased me with such humiliating words; I pursed my lips and held back, and crawled on all fours with my boyfriend pulling my collar as we walked.

This is how I ended up being trained as a dog by my classmate.

From the moment I walked in the door of my boyfriend's house, Shiori became a dog. Iio was the Master.