St. Leon's College of Hypocrites (Social Section)

This felt like the most peaceful sleep I'd had in a long time. I don't know what time it was when Linlin groggily woke up. Just as she was about to rub her eyes, she found her hands wouldn't move. The clinking of chains echoed, and Linlin looked down. Both her paws were secured together by a pink handcuff, which was attached to the bars. Her feet were similarly bound, and she found herself locked inside that enormous dog cage. The interior was actually quite comfortable. The soft blankets were not unpleasant at all, and the cage was spacious enough for her to roll around. Although completely restrained, she wasn't entirely immobile. "My dog cage," Linlin lifted her paws, looking at her cute, furry appendages. She did a small circle inside the cage, smiled, and let out a long sigh. "What a comfortable place. I wish I could stay here forever." Forget being a "Mistress," being a slave is the most comfortable. Linlin let out a soft bark or two, then pursed her lips and giggled. "This is too embarrassing," she thought, feeling her lower body swell. Where had her Master gone? Linlin played in the cage for a while but quickly grew bored. There was no phone, no computer, and her movements were restricted. Even rolling around, the space was still quite limited. "Why aren't they back yet? Where did they go?" Linlin lay in the cage for an unknown amount of time, but she was always alone. In the lonely, desolate environment, she particularly missed the hand that her Master used to caress her with. But how did she fall asleep... At the height of her boredom, Linlin thought, "Maybe I should masturbate?" But her hands couldn't reach down there. Linlin lay back on the cushion with a huff, deciding to just rub her legs together instead.

"Hey, Lynn, I'm back. Wanna hang out this weekend? I brought a new electric collar for this little bitch," Daisy's voice crackled through the phone. Lynn tapped save, a smile playing on her lips as she replied, "You slut," before agreeing. Lynn touched her neck. Twenty years old, a mathematician with more awards than Fields Medals and Nobel Prizes combined, and this weekend she was going to be a little bitch. A thrill coursed through her. The familiar club, an unfamiliar room. Lynn ran a hand over the collar around her neck, taking in the surroundings. If it weren't for Donna's introduction, she wouldn't have known this place even had such a secluded chamber. The club was awash in red: red gothic leather sofas, red restraints, red crucifixes and X-frames, a black iron cage, and dim lighting. The room reeked of a potent BDSM theme. Daisy had brought her the collar, her dorm not being too far. It had two electrodes and a voice sensor. Lynn had even taken the liberty of examining the circuitry, impressed by the well-executed fluctuating frequencies. She anticipated a rather interesting experience. She was the first to arrive. True to Chinese punctuality, Lynn had changed fifteen minutes early. She wore a red, provocative leather outfit. The top left her breasts completely exposed, cradling her heavy globes. The bottom connected from her waist to her thighs with two red leather straps, leaving everything in between completely open. The design at her crotch was cut slightly higher, conveniently allowing for her cock to emerge. To complete the ensemble, Lynn donned red leather boots, a matching collar, and a pair of red gloves. She gazed at her reflection, a touch of daze in her eyes. Wearing the same outfit in high school had felt utterly out of place. But now, at nineteen, turning twenty soon, it exuded a captivating blend of innocence and mature sensuality. Time hadn't etched many changes onto Lynn's face; she looked much the same as she did in her second year of high school, only with a more developed, healthier physique. The perception of maturity stemmed entirely from her altered demeanor. Countless academic conferences, business dealings, and that heart-stopping infiltration mission had thoroughly stripped away her student facade. "So this is where President Xiaoge keeps her toys..." Lynn muttered as she rummaged through the props. "Third shelf," Xiaoyue replied, her face flushed, but her tone icy. "Do dogs even talk?" Lynn frowned, opening the third shelf and selecting a rattan whip. She approached Xiaoyue and delivered a sharp crack to her buttocks. "Ah! Woof..." Xiaoyue yelped in pain, quickly assuming a proper posture. Despite the sting, she dared not move. "That's better," Lynn said, using the whip to pull Xiaoyue's skirt aside. She pointed the tip at Xiaoyue's anus, collected a bit of precum, and then struck Xiaoyue's buttocks again. "Woof!" Xiaoyue's body trembled, and she let out a small bark. A red welt marked where the whip had fallen, glistening with precum, looking incredibly lewd. The selection of props here was ample. Lynn chose a black dog tail, with a 4.5cm bullet-shaped butt plug as its base. It was standard, but aesthetically pleasing. Lynn toyed with the plug's tail against Xiaoyue's entrance for a moment before it slid in with a soft squelch. "Ah~ ooh... Woof~" Xiaoyue moaned, then realized she had spoken human words again and quickly corrected herself. Lynn chuckled. *Little one, you think I can't handle you?* She picked up a leather collar, attached a leash, and fastened it around Xiaoyue. Then, she positioned herself behind Xiaoyue, placed a foot on her buttocks, and pulled the leash, forcing Xiaoyue to lift her head and open her mouth wide. "Good little dog, one hit, one bark, understand?" "Woof ooh~" Lynn nodded in satisfaction, her sole beginning to move back and forth across Xiaoyue's buttocks, her toenails occasionally digging in, causing Xiaoyue to flinch with a dull ache.