Dogwoman 1912

Chapter 2 Spread And Trained

  
Dogwoman 1912 

-- Chapter Two: Spread And Trained -- 
  
  

From nowhere, came sound of shamisen. 
I had fallen asleep around the dawn, tired like mud, when all my customers 
went home. 

Suita suisen sukareta yanagi no... 

That's Sister Lucile's voice... 
She was murmuring a hamauta to the shamisen... 

I opened my eyes and noticed the broad daylight. 

Sister Lucile was a geisha before coming here. 
As a geisha, she fell in love with a bad guy and ended up in such a 
whorehouse. 
The guy still haunts Sister Lucile for money. 
The quick-tempered Sister Paula has once snapped and shouted at Sister 
Lucile. 
"Stop that, Lucile-chan! With such a scum sucking your blood, you'll never 
get the out of here....!" 
"Calm down, Sister Paula...." 
Sister Lucile shook her head on the thin neck and smiled sadly. 
"That' all right... He doesn't dump such a whore as I... That's enough honor 
for me..." 
Sister Paula couldn't argue back. 

The women in the house had various histories. 
Still, those histories had something in common. 
  

Although we lived in a world called kukai (the world of agony), we had our 
fun and glory. 
First of all, I loved dancehalls. 
Once, a Greek ship owner bought the whole house for one night and took us to 
a dancehall. 
It was a luminous, beautiful place. Compared with the dancehall, the colored 
glasses and flash bulbs decorating the door of our "Fuji Hausu" were 
nothing. 
A ball covered with countless small mirrors was hanging from the ceiling. 
Lights in many colors were pouring onto the dance floor. 
Dandies in fad Western clothes and women with modern short hair were 
laughing and talking. 
I smelled cigarettes and pomade of the musicians. 
Cocktails were sweet on my tongue. 
It was a never-never land for me. 

Since then, I had Mike take me there for a couple of times. He taught me 
Mambo and Charleston. 
Mike liked to see me dance, kicking up the hems of my kimono. 
"Beth ha, odori ga jouzu desu!!" ("Beth, you are a good dancer!!") 
He took my hands and embraced me. 
In fact, Mike danced far better than the Japanese dancers in the hall. 
He looked perfect in Western clothes, and Western dance needed long limbs as 
his. 
I didn't have any Western dress, so I had to pull up the hem of my kimono 
when I danced Charleston. 
When we danced, everyone looked at us. 
Such a honor made me dizzy with joy. 

And...it felt good to sweat without a guy humping over my body. 

Beyond the reach of my knowledge, a deal was going on. 

One day, the mistress summoned me. 
"Besu, you were ransomed." 
"What?" 
I was astonished. 
It must be Mike. He had paid my debt... 
There were several other customers who patronized me, but it couldn't be 
anyone other than Mike who would bother to pay that much. 
Imagining a new life with Mike, my sweetheart, I felt my heart beat fast 
with joy. 

"Prepare yourself so that you can move out in a couple of days, alright?" 
said the mistress. 
"Yes, ma'am...." 
I answered, without hiding the smile coming up to my face. 

"Besu-chan, were you ransomed?" 
"Congratulations!" 
The blessing from Sisters and the colleagues comfortably embarrassed me. 
I don't have to entertain many customers any longer. 
I can devote myself to only one patron. 
That's all ransom is about, but I still couldn't believe my great fortune. 
"Thank you....for all your kindness in this house...." 
"By the way, who's your patron?" 
Asked by Sister Marie, I muttered. 
"Eh...the mistress said nothing, but probably, it's Mike..." 
"Hmmm...then why didn't the mistress say anything about him...? 
"Well, anyway, Westerners are different from us." 
Such was the conclusion of the sisters. 

"Is it different from usual ransom?" 
Out of uneasiness, I asked Sisters. 
"Well...yeah, in most cases, the customer would first consult with the 
girl..." 
"Maybe Mike-san didn't know how to bring out the topic." 
"Yeah, Western customs might be different." 
  

"Anyway, I wish you happiness." 
"In such a house, ransom is next to a miracle." 
"I envy you. Give me a piece of your good fortune." 
At my door, everyone somehow blessed me. 

I had few personal belongings, so I had almost nothing to do during the 
couple of days before my release. 
I carefully wrapped the red collar Mike had given me in thin paper and put 
it in my luggage. 
  

On the morning, I walked out of "Fuji Hausu," following Take-san. 

He lead me to... a shabby wooden row house. 
I was puzzled and looked at Take-san. 

Every apartment had a similar wooden sliding door. 
At the end of the row of doors, he said, "Come in," forcing the squeaky door 
open. 

"Take-san, what's this house...??" 
My question staggered. 
"Oh, this is my roost," Take-san muttered. 

"What?? Yours??" 
"Yeah." 
"T...then, did...YOU pay my ransom?" 
I asked again, shrinking myself into the narrow doorframe. 

"Yeah, I did. Take your sandals off and go ahead." 

Sitting on the worn-out tatami, I didn't know what to do. 
Did Take-san ransom me? 
It wasn't Mike... 
I could never see him again..... 
Such a thought brought a tear to my eye. 

"Stop weeping." 
Take-san's ruthless voice gave me a start. 
The voice was not loud, but it deeply horrified me, allowing me no 
objection. 

Hick, hick..... 
I could never stop my sob. 

"There's no use in weeping or crying. I own you from today. Make up your 
mind." 
"But...but...why?" 
"To train you." 
"You...train me?" 
"Yeah, you're fond of animal play, don't you?" 
"A...a...animal play?" 
"Being treated as a dog." 
"Uu....." 
"My job is finding and training chicks with such a taste." 

What is he talking about...? 
I had no idea. 

"Enough for conversation. We get to it right now. Put off your clothes. 
Quickly." 
"What?" 
"Can't you hear? I mean, get naked NOW!" 

I couldn't but obey his stern order. I timidly stood up and began to untie 
my obi. 
I had stripped in front of countless men, day after day. 
To make my life, I had been accustomed to it. 
I had thought I was finally getting out of it... 

I got naked in sobs. 
The fear and shame made me hide my breasts and cunt... 

"Listen. From now on, you can't wear anything in this house. Stay naked. Got 
it?" 
"Uu...I..." 
"No argument! Your answer is always 'Yes, sir.' Understand?" 
"...Y...yes, sir...." 

"In addition, you can't stand up. Move on your fours." 
"Uu....yes...sir..." 
"If you ever understand, do what I say!!" 

Immediately, I dropped on my fours. 

"You're a dog. You can say 'Yes, sir,' but otherwise you must speak like a 
dog. Don't use your hands. Relieve yourself like a dog. Eat directly from a 
dish." 

In a corner of the room, I saw a wooden box of river sand. 
When I glanced the box, he said, 
"You're right, that's your toilet. Once you become a real dog, you don't 
even need it." 

A dog... 
I got gooseflesh all over. I had had the same violent, mysterious feeling at 
his order to strip. 

"Come here..." 
Take-san's low, suddenly gentle voice surprised me. 

I crawled to Take-san's feet. 
He crouched and said, stroking my back, 
"You are such a rare woman that we can find only one in dozens of---no, 
hundreds of women: A woman who can live as a dog. 
If you survive my training, that sure will pay off." 

Take-san's sudden change of attitude surprised me. 
But, the surprise was mixed with the same amount of fear. I felt somehow 
resigned about my life, which had never turned to the better way. 
After all, ordinary people's happiness would always be beyond my reach. 
From today, I have to live as a dog... 
Even in the past, I had never been treated as a human... 
At that thought, Mike's face came back to my mind. 
Mike was special...he was the only exception...so I had thought... 
Don't cry!! 
Looking down, on all fours, I crunched my teeth. 

"I'm short minded. Remember everything I say right now. Otherwise, I'll 
smash my orders into your body. Got it?" 
So Take-san began to speak, still stroking me. 

"First, whenever I come home, meet me at the door and lick my feet. 
Then---a dog will show its belly to the master, you know---likewise, you 
turn over and show your stomach to me. Right?" 
"Yes, sir..." 
"In addition, learn to delight in everything I do to you. 
Well, this part also depends on my technique. 
No indulgence. No thinking. Just feel the pleasure. You're no longer a 
human, but just a dog." 

Don't think....just feel it...just dog... 
Take-san's words began to go round and round in my head. 
My dull head became full of them and...whitened out. 

"Now, show your belly. Turn over and bend your limbs like a dog." 

Without any other choice, I did what he said. 

"For the beginning, I'll try a variety of stuff." 
He took out a hemp rope from the closet. 

I'll be bound... 
My body slowly began to heat.... 

"Get up for a moment and sit straight." 
"Eh...I..." 
"Damn, shut the hell up!!" 
"No, I'm not arguing you, sir!!" 
"What do you mean? ...Speak out." 
"Eh...I have a collar...in my luggage..." 
"A collar? What's that??" 
"I heard...Westerners put a leather band around a dog's neck...They call it 
'a collar'..." 
"Wanna wear it? Do you??" 
I nodded silently. 

That red collar Mike had given me... 
I'll never see Mike again...but, I'm becoming a dog as Mike liked it... 
I wanted to become a dog with the present from Mike, my sweetheart. 
Take-san took the collar out of my luggage. 

"Hoa, dogs wear such a belt in the West...? Do you want this?? Do you??" 
Take-san asked me, rattling the collar's metal parts. 
"...Yes, sir..." 
I was still looking down, but my own clear answer surprised me. 
"Then...you need to beg." 

Begging... 
I didn't know how. 
Yet, I was desperate for the collar. 
Although Mike was not here, I felt the collar would support me... 
With the collar, I could survive anything in my future...so I thought. 

I was on my fours again, crawled to Take-san's feet, and licked his cold 
toe, 
Sniffing like a dog... 
I was absorbed in licking. 

"I understand. You are a smart dog." 
Saying so, Take-san lightly stroked my cunt from behind. 
Ah..... 
My knees shook in spasms... 
I was wet. 

"What a horny bitch! ...Well, sit down so that I can put the 'collar' on 
you." 

The leather wound around my neck. 
My body got hotter. 

Take-san put the rope around my neck and began to bind my chest. 
I had never been bound with a rope. 
The rope coils around me, and then it squeezes me. 

When the rope tightened itself into the pit of my stomach, I remembered my 
days as a geisha apprentice in an authentic kimono. 
"The worst shame of a woman is wearing a kimono sloppily." 
With such words, one of my Sisters tightened the string of my juban. 
"Even though you feel this is too tight now, once you are used to it, you 
would feel uncomfortable with loose string." 

It gradually turns comfortable... 
That might be true...the squeezing rope tightened up my mind. 
My breasts were pushed out... The skin by the rope swelled back beautifully. 

My hands were bound on my back. 

"Okay, lie on your back again." 
Take-san grabbed my shoulder, and I displayed my belly again. 
Now my legs were getting bound... 
The rope bit into my thighs and upper shanks ruthlessly... 

"Now you're ready." 

My neck was caught in the humid weight of the collar. 
I was helpless... 
What was he going to do... 

Take-san's finger was put on my cunt. 
Slowly, it began to move... 

"A...a..." 
I wondered why I was gasping in such a torture. 
At every breath, the rope bit into my ribs. 
It hurt... 
As my breath hastened, the rope squeaked. 

"I...I can't breathe..." 
"Shut up." 
Take-san gagged me with the rope. 

"Ngh...Uuuu" 
I can't speak any more. 
Because I'm a dog... 

"Well now, I'll try something tougher. Bite the rope." 
Take-san struck a match and lighted a red candle. 
I was scared! 
Fire...scared me!! 
"Hiiii!!!" 
I screamed. 
Fire...fire's horrifying... 

Long ago, my home was burnt in a fire. 
Dad, mom, my two sisters, and my baby brother were all killed in the fire. 
I was not home because of my apprenticeship at a local whore bar. 
The fire made me an orphan, and I was sold. 
So...fire scared me...scared...me... 

I raged with my full strength. 
"Kiii!!! Uuuu!!" 
Groaning fiercely, I rolled around. 

On the very moment... 
SPANK!!! 
He hit my cheek. 

"Don't move!! Don't try to resist me!!" 
"Hiii!! Uuuuuu!!" 
His words couldn't stop me. 
Again and again, he hit my cheeks. 
SPANK SPANK SPANK!! 
"Nghuuuuu......." 
"You cur! It's just a candle!" 
I was scared of fire... 
I hated the heat... 
My thought couldn't become words. 

He tied my collar to a pillar so that I couldn't escape. 
If I tried to roll, the collar choked me. 
Still, I couldn't stand fire... 

He began to drop the hot wax on my belly. 
"Mughuuu..." 
"How's that? Boiling hot??" 
"Ughuuu..." 
I felt as if revenged by my families...those died in the hellish fire... 
For my surviving... 

Dad, I'm sorry..... 
Mom, I'm so sorry...forgive me... 
It's burning me... 
  

I lost myself in the biting pleasure. 
  

 
(Illustrator: NAONAO) 
  

When I came back to myself, Take-san's fingers toyed with my cunt. 
Nooo...Mom, help me.... 
After those years in geisha house and whorehouse, I had almost forgotten the 
faces of my parents. I sank deeper and deeper into the depth, tortured by 
the guilt of my survival, by my female pleasure, and by my misery as a dog. 

Was it hot? 
Did it feel good? 
Was I scared? 
Did I need more? 
I couldn't answer any of the questions. 

Thus my new life began---on a thin thread between the inferno and Nirvana. 
  
 

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