The Female Slave Life of a High-Level White-Collar Worker

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Chapter 1
I'm 32 years old, a high-level white-collar woman, managing dozens of people. I divorced my husband less than a year after we got married because my "affair" was discovered. But it wasn't a real affair; rather, I had an online "slave trainer" who would "train" me via QQ video calls.
Deep down, I've always had a longing, especially when I'm sexually aroused. I desperately want a master to adopt, train, bind, shackle, whip, and so on. That desire churns within me, sometimes like an uncontrollable flame burning fiercely.
That online BDSM troll was a terrible one. He didn't really understand BDSM. He said he was 30, but from the videos, he looked like a college student or a recent graduate. I think he was just eager to see women's bodies through the videos. Later, I agreed to his request. That day, my husband called to say he wouldn't be home that night, so I did as he asked, taking off my top and showing him my breasts. He urged me to take off my pants quickly, so I did.
But then my husband came home, carrying a huge bouquet of flowers. He quietly opened the door and tiptoed in, wanting to surprise me, because it was our three-year anniversary. I was caught red-handed, and I couldn't explain. I tearfully confessed my sadomasochistic relationship to him, but he couldn't understand. After six months of this, he couldn't accept that such a perverse thing had happened to his woman, so we divorced.
Soon after, I went to Shanghai. I rented an apartment in Xujiahui, bought a car, and found a great job at a large foreign company. Now, the new online slave tamer's username is "slavemaster," he's in Nanjing, not very old, but very professional. My username is "slaveforever."
Chapter Two
We're hiring an engineer. There's a resume on my desk. The candidate is 26 years old, looks good, and has the right background and experience. My leaders have already reviewed it. As is customary, as the department manager, I need to take another look to confirm.
I picked up my resume, glanced at my watch, and saw that there were still 15 minutes until 3 o'clock. I had a meeting with the general manager at 3 o'clock sharp. I wanted to go to the restroom first, but I was in a hurry, so I quickly walked to the small meeting room for the interview. The small meeting room was a small, enclosed room with a glass door. I pushed the door open and went in.
"Xiao Su, right? Hello, I'm the manager of this department. Call me..." I extended my hand to shake his, but froze for a moment. How come he looked so much like a slavemaster? I hesitated for a moment and then said, "Call me Susan, okay."
He smiled slightly and said, "Slaveforever, hello!" He didn't shake my hand, but sat down directly.
I was completely stunned. He really was a slavemaster? How did he end up applying to my company? When we first met online, I told him about my background in Shanghai, but I never mentioned which company I worked for. How did he know I was here? How could his professional background happen to be exactly what we were looking for? How did he end up in Shanghai? Countless questions flooded my mind.
Then, in an instant, that burning desire in my stomach flared up again. I remembered the rules he, as my slave trainer, had set for me: I couldn't sit in front of the camera; I could only stand, kneel, squat, or lie prone... A slave couldn't sit opposite their master. And every time we met for the first time, without any special instructions from my master, I had to lie face down with my back to him, pull down all my pants, including my underwear, or lift my skirt, place my left cheek on the ground, and put my hands flat on either side of my cheeks, quickly and directly pointing my anus at the camera, waiting for my master's next instruction. This was also a typical greeting ritual for a female slave.
Now he's standing right in front of me, as an interviewee. My outstretched hand trembled slightly, and my whole body shook. I didn't know what to do.
Chapter Three
He tapped the table with his middle finger and said to me, "Sit down." Hearing the instruction, I felt relieved and immediately sat down.
There were many colleagues walking back and forth outside the glass door. I was very nervous. I stood with my legs together and my hands clasped together, and whispered, "I, I, I can't do the meeting ceremony right now."
"Have you forgotten how a slave should speak? Huh??" he drawled.
I suddenly remembered that I had broken the rules again. In a world of female slaves and masters, I must begin every sentence with three phrases: "Yes, Master," "Thank you, Master," and "I'm sorry, Master." Nothing else can be said without the master's permission. If there is an emergency and I absolutely must speak, I must first ask the master's permission.
For example, during net training, if I need to urinate, I must first ask my master. "Master, may I urinate?" If my master answers "yes," I can continue; otherwise, I must hold it in, even if I lose control and become incontinent, I cannot go to the toilet. Besides that, I cannot say anything else. This is the minimum respect I should show my slave trainer. Just now, I directly said, "I cannot perform the greeting ceremony," without saying one of those three sentences, which violated basic etiquette.
I knew I was bound to be punished by my master, and my heart trembled a little, but I also felt an indescribable sense of anticipation.
I sat there, head down, not saying a word. There was no need for an interview anymore. I just didn't know what to do.
Suddenly he asked, "Did you bring it?" My face immediately changed color; I became frightened. Because during our last training session, his final instruction was that I must wear a chastity belt every time I went to work or went out. It was a chastity belt he bought for me from Taobao. I agreed, but I didn't actually wear it to work. I only wore it to show him before the training.
I said nervously, "I'm sorry, Master."
He angrily said, "Why didn't you bring it? You slut!"
"I'm sorry, Master," I said, becoming even more nervous.
He crossed his legs, glanced at me a few times, then suddenly took off his right shoe and sock. I stared at him in astonishment, wondering what he was going to do. He threw the sock on the ground and said, "Stuff it into your vagina."
Chapter Four
Upon hearing his instruction, I nearly fainted. "I, I..."
"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean'? Hurry up!" His command was very firm.
"Yes... Master," I said in a trembling voice, reaching out to pick up my master's socks. With trembling hands, I crumpled the socks into a ball, preparing to stuff them inside.
He said, "No need to roll it up, just straighten it out and tuck it in little by little from the bottom of the sock."
"Yes, Master." I lifted my skirt and leaned down to loosen my underwear a little.
"Give me your underwear," the mistress said. "Yes, mistress." I sat up slightly and carefully pulled my underwear all the way down. Luckily, I was facing away from the glass door, so the people outside couldn't see what I was doing. I crumpled my underwear into a ball and handed it to the mistress. Then I took the toe of my sock and began to rub it against my vagina.
"It's leaking, huh? Hmph, you slut." My master said, touching my underwear.
"Thank you, Master." Because of the previous humiliation, my vagina was already wet. Fortunately, the socks were made of silk and were quite slippery, so I slowly inserted them.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I suddenly remembered I had a meeting with the general manager, so I said, "Master, may I take this call?" Master shook his head. I didn't answer the phone and continued stuffing all the socks in. After stuffing the socks completely in, I felt much more at ease, as my body was now possessed by Master. I obediently placed my hands on my thighs to indicate that I was done.
"Let me check," the owner said.
我對著他，兩腿在桌子下麵展開，把裙子的上擺往上掀了一點，這樣兩腿可以張得更開一點。我惶恐的四下看看，只有一道窄窄的玻璃門，我的裙口反著門的方向，應該沒人看得見，心放心了點。他翹著二郎腿，除了鞋襪的右腳朝我的陰部伸過來。剛接觸到他腳趾的時候，覺得他的腳有點冷，我渾身一震，自然的向後縮去。
突然，我意識到這是對主人的不恭順，立刻就有力的迎了上去，讓他的整個腳掌都能夠打在我的陰部上。他的腳很冷，也可能是我的陰部比較熱，因為有一股股熱流不斷的從抈林出來。他感覺到了，狠勁的用腳掌和腳趾揉搓我的陰部，我也順服的順著他的節奏迎上去。
他還比較滿意，我想可能是因為我確實把所有的襪子都塞進去了，沒有一點留在外面的緣故。
他突然說，“怎麼有毛茬？”
前兩天，他叫我對著攝像頭把陰毛剃了，我就照做了。後來幾天有長了出來一些毛茬，主人一定是覺得有點割腳了。我惶恐的說，“對不起，主人。這幾天我沒有剃毛。”
“恩，以後每次晨洗，都要剃一遍，清楚了嗎？”
“是，主人。”我很欣喜，主人原諒我。我順服的用雙手把陰戶掰大一些，好讓主人的大腳趾可以戳進去。
突然，玻璃門被打開了，我驚恐得渾身顫抖，兩條大腿把主人的腳緊緊的夾著，好讓裙子遮下去。我的大腿不住的顫動。我臉色蒼白的回過頭，進來的是總經理秘書。她對我說，“總經理找你。”
我趕緊說，“好的，我面試完，馬上過去。”然後她就出去了。
她應該沒有看到，我心踏實了一些，然後回過頭去看了一眼主人，低下了頭。兩腿緩緩分開，但還是不停的顫動。
主人說，“好了，面試結束了。你去做事吧。晚上留下，我要去你家。”
“是，主人。”
“如果讓襪子掉出來，你今晚就不要活了。”他把腳收了回去。
“是，主人。”我下意識的把襪子往陰道抈又緊緊的塞了一下，然後整理了一下自己的頭髮和服裝，走了出去。
第五章
主人被安排在我下面的一個team leader手下做工程師，我關照了我的team leader，我說這個小夥子不錯，讓他好好對這個小夥子。他看看了我，說知道了，然後就出去了。
後來我去總經理辦公室開會，一直到8點多才結束。出來以後，見辦公室已經沒有人了，主人還坐在位子上。我自己有一件獨立的小辦公室，而主人的位子是在一個大廳的一個格子間，周圍有隔板擋著，和其他的同事分開。
我恭順的走到主人面前，低下頭，兩手胡亂的抓著裙邊，不知道該怎麼辦。主人坐著，轉過身說，“怎麼？不知道怎麼行見面禮嗎？”
“我，我，我。。。”我有些猶豫，這是在公司，雖然大家都下班了，但是我還有很不適應行見面禮。
主人用腳踹了一下我，“快點。”
我肚子的一團火又開始熊熊燃燒起來。我應聲癱軟的倒下，翻過身去，跪著把裙子掀到自己的背上，因為我已經沒有內褲了，所以已經沒有東西脫了。我微微調整了一下姿勢，翹了翹，盡可能把自己的屁眼和陰戶對準主人的眼睛，然後左臉平貼在地上。雙手翻過去把自己的陰戶掰開，雙股不停的左右搖動。
標準的姿勢是把雙手平放在臉頰旁邊的地上。但作為女奴隸，唯一可以自主的行為，就是取悅主人，做出讓主人方便進入的動作，以表示順服。今天第一次和主人見面，我已經觸犯了太多的禁條，我不得不試圖做一些補償，讓主人開心。
主人好像並沒有被我打動，用尖頭的皮鞋尖重重得在我的陰戶上踢了一腳。這一下踢很很重，我的身體往前沖出，頭差點撞上前面的隔板。“賤貨，犯賤！”
“謝謝，主人。”我不敢再扭動了。
主人用手翻動了一下我的陰唇，說，“出那麼多水了，真是賤。”
“謝謝，主人。”我回答。這時，被主人踢了一腳以後，我的尿意越來越厲害了。下午面試完了以後，我就一直沒有上過廁所，因為陰道抈店著襪子，我又不敢拿出來，真不知道該怎麼辦。
我說，“主人，您的女奴想上個廁所，能夠先把襪子拿出來。”
“不可以。”主人回答得很堅決。
“是，主人。”我依然撅著屁股回答。
“是小便還是大便？”主人問。
“主人，是小便。”我羞澀的回答。
“那就這小吧。”於是又用皮鞋尖在我的陰戶不停的輕輕拍打。
過了一會兒，我再也忍不住了，一股熱流從股間而出，順著大腿流了下來。我生平第一次，在自己管理的辦公區，用這樣一種及其暴露的姿勢，在主人面前小便了。我感到了從未有過的羞辱，但是我肚子抈蒗烈火卻越來越強烈。（收女奴，直接私信我）
第六章
等我撒完，地上已經是一灘了，還好是地毯，都吸掉了，像打翻的茶水的印記。
主人說，“我襪子拿出來。”
“是，主人。”我右手從股下穿過，慢慢把襪子從陰道里拉出來。這是的襪子已經濕透了，前面有點被尿液打濕了，但更多的是後面的愛液。襪子在手溈唧唧的。
“團成一個團。”主人說。
“是，主人。”我照做。
“塞到嘴去。”主人說。
我驚訝的回頭看了他一眼。他又一腳重重的踹在我的陰戶上，說，“快點，看什麼。”這一下痛得要命。我不敢再猶豫，“是，主人。”就把那團襪子塞到了嘴。那團襪子有點主人的腳汗味，還有我的尿液和愛液，放到嘴巴抈蒗獶協，簡直無法形容。
還沒有等我反應過來，主人站起來，抓住我的頭髮，把我的頭拉起來，然後不知道從那里拉出一個銀色鋼制的口銜，用手把襪子往我的喉嚨壓了一壓，然後迅速把口銜給我戴上，並上了鎖。
我沒有反抗。就在這時，我已經徹底被主人征服了。如果說一開始，我還有點懷疑這個年齡比我小好幾歲的小夥子，能否帶領我做個上乘的女奴，現在我不在懷疑。我完全的被他征服了，我願意做任何他要我做的事情。想到這，我肚子的火越燒越厲害，我的愛液不斷的湧出來，也順著大腿往下流。
主人拍了一下我的屁股，把我的裙子放下來，說，“回家吧。”
因為帶了口銜，我不能再說話。我去收拾了東西，然後和主人一起出了大門。
出大樓門口經過保安室的時候，抈有個保安看著我，覺得奇怪。我拼命的試圖要閉口，但是襪子和口銜體積太大，無論如何我也無法做到模樣自然。我鼓著腮幫子，用極快的速度走過保安室，出了大門，右轉去了停車場。
主人跟在我的後面，推著兩隻個大旅行箱。我把主人的旅行箱放在後備箱，然後讓主人先上車。
主人拍了拍其中的一隻箱子說，“抈都是你喜歡的刑具。我花了好幾千，根據你的三圍，讓人打造的。”我聽到這句話，心中喜悅，眼都要笑開了花，但是遺憾的是，因為天黑，主人看不到。
我們一起上了車，開車回家。
第二篇
第一章
到了家，鎖好了門。主人說：“帶我參觀你的住處吧。”
我口庈著襪子，還帶著口銜，所以說話有些含糊，“是，主人。”然後就往走。
主人踹了我一腳，我突然明白過來，我怎麼可以跟主人一起走路呢！我肚子的火越燒越旺，我趴下來，把裙子撩到自己的腰間打了個結，儘量地起頭並把腰壓低，然後在前面爬行帶路，我帶著主人參觀了廚房，客廳，書房，臥室，廁所和陽臺。150平米的房子，我一個人住是綽綽有餘，而且是公司付的房租。
最後主人在客廳的沙發上坐下，點了點頭說，“去弄點吃的吧。”
“是，主人。”我含糊的說，然後就要爬出去。
“等一下，先穿上女奴裝。”主人打開鐵箱，從抈拿出一件件的物件，一律都是銀色的鋼製品。
“先把衣服脫光。”我乖順地把身上所有的衣服脫掉。
主人讓我站起來。於是我站起來，低下頭，挺一下胸，把手交叉在後面至後背，兩腿稍微分開。這是女奴站立的預備姿勢。
主人拿起一副鋼制的乳罩，用手摸了摸我的乳房，捏了捏乳頭，說，“恩，挺大，手感也不錯，乳頭也上翹。就是有點微微下垂。”我很歉疚地把頭低得更低了，我的乳房是屬於c罩杯和d罩杯之間的尺寸，在中國女性是偏大的尺寸，梨狀，但是隨著年齡的增長，儘管沒有生育過小孩，乳房也還是開始慢慢有點下垂了，這是我唯一對自己不滿的地方，沒想到一下子就被主人發現了，我頓時又有了一種自卑的感覺。
主人接著說，“這是乳箍，根據你的胸圍定制的，可以根據螺栓的鬆緊來定型你的乳房，始終保持尖挺。不過有個副作用，就是這個乳箍如果帶的時間長了，就不能拿掉了。因為如果拿掉，你的乳房就會越來越下垂，以你這樣的尺寸，也許會癱軟到肚子上去了。不過，我現在給你選擇，你願意帶，還是不願意帶。”
我心像打開了五味瓶，心想著主人說的話，“如果用了乳箍，乳房會越來越下垂，甚至要癱到肚子上去。”也就是說，我的乳房以後就是毀了。我心矛盾地要命，真想抗拒主人的建議。就在這時，心又另有一股火焰升起來，覺得為了主人的快樂，我願意交出自己的一切。如果連乳房都捨不得，那怎麼能過女奴生活呢？想到這，我猶豫地緩緩地點了點頭。
主人把鋼制的乳罩，套進我的乳房，然後環到後背上鎖。後背的鎖邊有個螺栓，我看不到，但是我能夠感覺到主人在擰動。一開始還不覺得什麼，只是覺得胸口帶著金屬的東西，有點沈，有點冷，其他也沒有什麼。後來主人每擰一圈，就越加感到乳房在吃力緊縮。越來越緊，越來越緊。最後兩隻乳房直挺挺的箍著，絲毫不能動單。主人用中指彈了一下我的乳頭，我頓時感到又是疼痛，又是快感。
“好了。”主人右手抽打了幾下我的乳房，把鑰匙遞給我說，“去把鑰匙丟到陽臺外面去，以後也用不著了。”
我羞澀的接過鑰匙，雙手顫動著，那不是一把普通的鑰匙，那是我向主人獻出乳房的標記。我緩緩的走到陽臺邊上，雙手摸了摸堅挺的乳房，把鑰匙拋了出去。
第二章
第二件物件是一串“土”型的大號鋼制狗鏈。主人把狗鏈套在我的脖項，兩個手腕和兩個腳腕上，分別上鎖。脖頸上鐐銬拖出一條鏈條，半米的長度，是方便主人牽引用的。
狗鏈很粗很沈，大概有二三十斤，隨著我身體的移動，叮噹作響。
然後主人又拿出一個鐵球，上面也有一條狗鏈。他讓我雙手捧著，調整到大概肚子的高度，然後把鐵球也鎖在了我的脖子上。鐵球體積挺大，倒是不重，我放開雙手也能掛在脖子上，一直拖到脖子上。
我正在奇怪那是用來幹什麼的。主人牽著我進了洗手間，說，“把鐵球灌滿水。”我仔細看那個鐵球，原來上面有個蓋子，我打開蓋子，然後打開水龍頭。
鐵球越來越沈，越來越沈，等到水灌滿，我的雙手不能勉強能夠保住。主人關上水龍頭，把鐵球的蓋子旋緊鎖死。
“走吧。”主人牽著我脖子上的狗鏈王客廳走。我的身上帶著十斤重的乳箍，二十斤重的鎖鏈，這個鐵球估計也得要二十斤重。再也支援不住，摔倒在地。
主人左手拉住我的頭髮，右手抽了我一個耳刮子說，“沒用的賤貨，這是你以後的女奴裝。我把鎖鏈放在鞋箱抈，每天晚上回來都要自己換上並鎖上，每天早上，你晨洗以後再過來，我給你開鎖。知道了嗎？”
“是，主人。”我含糊的說。
“現在站起來，去廚房給我弄吃的。”
我幾次想把鐵球搬起來，但每次都堅持不了幾秒，就又只能放下。最後在我主人的命令下，我拖著鐵球，爬向了廚房間。
然後主人拿了衣服，去洗手間洗澡了。我好不容易把鐵球搬到臺上，開始給主人做飯。身上的鎖鏈叮噹作響，特別不方便。有時候脖子轉動，卻扯到鐵球，非常的疼。
但是我心覈灛自己說，“這一切都會適應的，都會適應的。我要堅持下去，一定要取悅主人。”
主人從洗手間出來，我已經把飯菜放在桌子上，自己趴在桌子邊上，等待服侍主人。（收女奴，直接私信我）
第三章
主人還挺滿意，很快的把飯菜吃完了。整個過程我都趴在主人的腳邊，保持順服。主人吃完以後，抹了抹嘴，用腳起我的下顎問，“你吃過了嗎？”
我搖了搖頭。
“恩。”主人起身，拿了一隻大搪瓷盆，把剩下的飯菜摻和在一起，又把他吃剩的骨頭肉皮，統統倒在抈，“當”的一聲丟在我的面前，說：“吃吧。”
主人解開我的口銜。我張了張口，把抈蒗橶子取出來，那只襪子混合著主人的腳臭，又有我的愛液也尿液，現在還混合了大量的口水，已經濕得不成樣在了。我歉疚的看了一下主人，把襪子雙手放在一邊，然後趴下去啃放吃。
“慢。”主人突然說。我一怔停住。主人接著說，“把襪子的水，擰出來，混到飯抈去。”我驚愕的看了主人一眼，趕緊低下頭去照做。擰出來的液體有些發黃的泡沫，我看著都要吐了。
擰幹以後，主人，用穿著拖鞋用力朝盤子踩了幾腳，然後說，“吃完。”
我的胃在抽痛，一陣陣的犯嘔，真想站起來不做女奴了。但是肚子的火熊熊的燃燒著，我越被淩辱，我的愛液流出的越多，我就越喜歡我的主人。最後我屈服了，一點一點用口把盤子的東西全部都吃完了。
第四章
等我把廚房的東西都收拾乾淨，我又爬回到主人的腳邊。主人敲著二郎腿，在看報紙。
他放下報紙說：“現在，我要給你定一個新的規矩。”
我點點頭說，“是，主人。”
“你用了乳箍，以後就不需要在帶胸罩了。還有以後你上班下班，都不準穿內褲。”
“是，主人。”
主人點點說，“所以這些內衣都沒有用了，現在你把所有的內衣都找出來，全部丟掉。”
“是，主人。”不知道為什麼，我欣喜地爬向臥室，把所有的內衣都找出來，放在一個大垃圾袋抈，好像我內心一直不希望穿內衣一樣。好大一包，抈有很多都是名牌的內衣，非常貴。現在都不需要了，永遠不需要了。
我把垃圾袋丟在門口，又爬回主人的腳邊。
主人說，“你把所有的銀行卡，存摺全部交上來吧。你以後也不需要了。”
我的肚子像火一樣的燃燒，是啊，我既然主人的奴隸了，我還需要什麼財產呢。我取出所有的現金，銀行卡，信用卡，一共50幾萬，都交給了主人。主人看也沒有看，就收起來。
第五章
“好了，現在服侍我睡覺吧。”主人說。
我興沖沖地轉過身沖著主人嫵媚地搖擺著屁股，以為主人要使用我。沒想到，主人又是重重地一腳，輕蔑地說：“你是最底層的女奴，你的性器官還沒有資格被我使用。”我心一陣的惶恐，不知道該怎麼辦還好。我一直以為女奴是被主人使用的，沒想到我連這個資格也還沒有，心下非常沮喪。再加上肚子的火越燒越旺，陰戶的水越流越多，我也變得越來越地煩躁。
“主人，求求您了。”我再次懇求說。
“母狗，自己去床腿去解決。”
我驚訝地往床腿看了一眼，不知道主人說的是什麼意思。
“笨蛋。”主人站起來，把我牽到一支床腿處，讓我反身劈開雙腿，用陰戶抵住床腿。然後雙手捏了一把垂下的乳房，我的乳房被乳箍夾非常的堅挺，被捏了一下有點快感也有點疼。
“自己蹭吧。”然後主人躺倒床上，拿起雜誌，看也不看我。
現在我明白主人的意思了，主人終於賜給我一個發洩的物件了。我心感謝主人，雖然那只是一個床腿，但是我知道因為我的級別太低了，我還不配主人來使用。
我拼命的用陰戶抵住床腿，上下來回的蹭。身上的鎖鏈叮噹作響，裝滿水的鐵球被我的脖子牽引著在地上滾來滾去。床腿有棱，很生硬，但至少我可以通過它來解決自己肚子的欲望。我一邊輕哼，一邊扭動腰肢，有時還偷看主人，但是主人卻對我混不理睬，好像我根本不存在一樣。
This scene made me feel increasingly like a slut. My desire grew stronger and stronger. Although the rubbing of my vulva was painful, my lust drove me uncontrollably. Finally, I not only rubbed but also slammed my vulva against the bed leg. Pain, yet pleasure. After about ten minutes, a stream of hot fluid flowed from between my legs, and I collapsed to the floor. (Looking for female slaves? DM me directly.)
Chapter Six
My master got out of bed and walked towards me. I have no idea how ugly I looked, curled up on the floor, my face burning with shame.
My master kicked me a few times and said, "Hmm, I didn't expect you to be this pathetic. You've improved very quickly. Looks like some reform is needed. We can do it tonight."
Surgery? I didn't know what my master meant. I sat up from the ground in fear, looking at my master and waiting for his signal.
"I'm going to make some modifications to your body to mark you as my slave. Are you willing?"
I nodded slowly, but still looked at my master with questioning eyes.
The master continued, "I'm going to put a ring on you, and it will have my name engraved on it. And once it's on, you won't be able to take it off. Are you willing?"
I nodded hesitantly and slowly.
“One is a nose ring, and the other is a vulva ring.” The master glanced at me contemptuously.
What? A nose ring? A vulva ring? If I get a nose ring, how can I wear it to work? If I get a vulva ring, how can I be used by others in the future? My heart suddenly softened.
The host seemed to read my mind. "Yes, you really need to change jobs. It's really inappropriate for someone in such a high position to wear a nose ring. You should work at a bar; I'll recommend you."
I thought to myself, I'm already my master's bitch, why should I think about work? Forget it, I'll give myself completely to my master. Although the vaginal ring can't be opened, and I can no longer be penetrated, at least I can relieve my immediate needs by rubbing against the bed leg, and my master will surely sympathize with me.
Thinking of this, I obediently nodded.
"Okay, let's begin now." The master took a bottle out of the box, poured the ginseng medicine onto a towel, and then pressed it against my face. I felt a wave of dizziness, and then I knew nothing more.
Chapter Seven
When I woke up again, the first thing I saw was the sun overhead, its light blinding. I felt a dull ache inside my nose; a small steel ring was on it, the lower edge of which was pressing against my lips. My genitals also ached slightly; there was another steel ring of the same size, piercing through my labia minora and fastening to my vulva.
I looked around again to see where I was. Suddenly, I realized I was on the balcony. This startled me greatly. What if someone saw me? I peeked around furtively and, sure enough, saw a man across the way looking in my direction with binoculars. Although I was on the rooftop balcony, and there were railings that could slightly block the view, my private parts had still been exposed, and I felt like crying.
My first instinct was to climb back to my room, but the chain around my neck was attached to a railing, leaving me with very little room to move; leaving was simply impossible.
I glared fiercely at the man staring at me through binoculars, but there was nothing I could do. I didn't know where my master had gone, so I just lay there on the ground. A long time passed like that, and the man was still watching me.
Suddenly, I mischievously thought of playing a trick on him and seeing his reaction. So, I turned around, facing him with my backside, and started swaying from side to side in front of him.
When I looked back, I saw that he had been holding the binoculars in both hands, but now he was using only one hand, while the other hand was constantly stroking his lower body. A short while later, I suddenly saw him bend over, put down the binoculars, slump down, and tiptoe into the room.
I couldn't help but chuckle to myself, realizing I could actually "remotely control" a man like this. Just as I was laughing, my owner suddenly pushed open the balcony door, unlocked my chains, and led me inside.

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