slutty girls at school

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On Thursday, March 23rd,

I was quite surprised to see Wei Qi wearing a chastity belt in the dorm bathroom.

The graduate student dorms at the university are all double rooms with private bathrooms—my roommate is Wei Qi. Today, I had just left and returned to the dorm to get something when I unexpectedly opened the bathroom door to find Wei Qi carefully cleaning the dirt from his chastity belt. I knew Wei Qi was interested in these strange things, but I didn't expect him to actually play with it himself. I also knew about chastity belts, but the all-metal one he was wearing seemed smaller than any of the CB-3000-type locks I'd seen before.

He stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. With a "the more the merrier" attitude, I jokingly remarked, "Wow, that's interesting, he even got a lock to wear," and then turned and left to avoid further embarrassment.

Thinking about it, Wei Qi is really quite an interesting person. I'm in my third year of graduate school at my own university, while he's a freshman from another university. We're both graduate students in civil engineering, but he specializes in geotechnical mechanics while I specialize in structural mechanics. Our labs are on opposite sides of the campus, so we don't see each other often except in our dorms. He comes from a fairly well-off family, and while he's not exceptionally handsome, he's quite good-looking for an engineering department like civil engineering. Plus, he's 1.8 meters tall, so he must have no shortage of female admirers. However, Wei Qi is inexplicably still single.

The fact that he's wearing a chastity belt—something I've only ever seen occasionally in porn—completely surprised me. I remembered that shortly after he moved into the dorm, when he copied porn from my place, he happened to be watching a video of a female S controlling a male M's chastity. He even said, "So you like this kind of AV too?" I had only just learned about chastity belts at the time, but not wanting to seem ignorant, I replied, "I'm somewhat interested. I have several similar ones here, do you want them?" Wei Qi then copied a whole series of porn. Besides chastity control, those videos also included whipping and even bloodshed—I initially found them too graphic to accept, and I don't know if Wei Qi watched them all after copying them back.

Perhaps it's just male nature to be interested in erotic things, but all day I imagined whether Wei Qi had found a girl to put a chastity belt on him. Finding a girlfriend wouldn't be difficult for Wei Qi; however, playing with chastity control is quite interesting.

If he didn't have a girlfriend, did he buy a chastity belt on Taobao, try it out, and then give the key to someone else? Although I had this thought out of curiosity, I would never actually dare to put it into practice.

I decided to ask him what he was up to when I got back to the dorm tonight.

When I returned to the dorm that night, Wei Qi was already in his room. I didn't speak until after the lights were out and we were both in bed. Then I asked Wei Qi, "Want to tell me the story of that chastity belt?" Wei Qi was clearly embarrassed and awkwardly replied, "Uh... I bought it." That answer was obviously too brief. I continued to ask him, "How long have you been wearing it?" He replied, "From last Sunday until now, a little over four days." "What does it feel like?"

"Uh... I can't sleep well at night at all... I often wake up in pain. Morning erections are especially painful." I continued to ask him, "So, you have the key in your own hand? You don't have a keyhole?" "Yeah, that's right..." "Impossible. If you had the key yourself, you would definitely open it and clean it yourself. There's no need to clean it like this morning." I was that direct when pointing out his inconsistencies.

Wei Qi stammered, "I...really..."

I interrupted him, "Tell me. Did you find a girl to keep things safe for you? It's okay to say it, I'm even a little tempted to try it myself." "Actually...I found a female s. You know what I mean, right?" "Wow...did you find her online? Or did you already know her?" "Uh...we met in a group chat." "It's not a paid service, is it?"

"Uh. It really is a paid service."

"You mean one of those who charge a few hundred yuan an hour? I've only ever heard people talk about that before..." "No, she's not one of those professional female S who makes a living by being a Dom..." "Then what is she?" "Well... she's not short of money. She said she charges to filter out some low-quality male subs. She's selective about her subs; she only takes those who suit her taste, and she plays with them for a week or even a month at a time..." "That's amazing?" "Yeah. She said she only meets two or three subs a year, some of whom come from out of town after they hit it off. And she said her fees are just enough to cover her setup, equipment, and stuff." "That's high-end, Wei Qi." "Haha, by the way, she said she's an alumna of our school." "Wow! That's great. That's definitely better than those so-called female Ss from who-knows-where. But, didn't you say she plays with them for a week at a time?" "So I initially just..." I went to her place and chatted with her in person. We got along quite well, and we both decided to give it a try. We played around with some basic stuff there, and then she immediately took out a brand new chastity belt and made me put it on. She said she'd test me for three months first, and if I decided I wanted to play around during the holidays, I could come back to her place and be imprisoned for a week or two. "Wow! Looks like she's really not short of money, just handing you a belt like that." "Hahaha. Speaking of which, Dong-ge, why don't you film me then? You don't have to stay in the lab every day during the holidays anyway. I wanted to film a video to remember it by." I felt this was a bit unreliable, so I asked, "Would she agree to be filmed?" "She should agree, since she doesn't need to show her face. I'll ask her again." "Sure. I have no reason not to take the chance to watch an AV for free." "My tastes might be a bit more extreme than you think, so don't be scared." Hearing Wei Qi say that, I started to look forward to it.

On Saturday night, May 8th,

lying in bed, Wei Qi told me that he was going to see his mistress again the next day.

"She wants me to go to her place to see if I've been obediently locked up." Actually, Wei Qi had never taken off the chastity belt—I could clearly see it even through his underwear. So, he should be able to satisfy his mistress, right?

I asked him, "I heard that if you wear a lock for a long time, your penis will get smaller. Have you noticed that?" He said, "A little bit. But I can't get a full erection with the lock on, so I don't know if the size will also get smaller when I do get hard. But... it's really uncomfortable." "If it gets smaller, will you regret it?" "It's okay. I heard it won't get much smaller."

I still couldn't help but ask, "How have you been coping for the past month? You really haven't masturbated?" "No, how could I masturbate with this on? I didn't even dare to get hard, otherwise it would hurt. But I'm used to it now, even morning erections have basically disappeared..." "Are you still not sleeping well every day?" "It's a little better, but I still wake up often."

"Oh, okay, go to sleep now. Remember to tell me what you did when you come back tomorrow." On Sunday, May 9th, Wei Qi went out at noon and didn't return to the dormitory until after 8 pm.

He sat on the bed as soon as he entered the dormitory. Curious, I asked him, "Tell me, what did you do there?" "Uh... she unlocked the door for me, then used her shoe to make me hard. I thought she was going to let me ejaculate. But she told me not to, and then she took out an even smaller lock and locked it, saying it was to make my penis smaller and less useful." "Hahaha, bro, you're so unlucky. She has so many tricks up her sleeve. Did you do anything else? Like... uh... foot fetish or something?" "After she finished with me, she made me lick her shoes clean. Nothing else." "Didn't she make you kneel in front of her?" "Of course I knelt. I had to kneel from the moment I walked in."

"Oh, okay. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was alright." Wei Qi said that, but his tone revealed that he was actually quite satisfied with today's meeting.

"So you're definitely going to her place for the summer?" I continued to ask.

"Yeah. I also told her to have you record it. She agreed." "She really agreed? Okay, I'll go then." I thought for a moment, then asked, "By the way, is there any introduction of her or anything? I want to see what kind of person she is." "Her fetlife page has a description, I'll find it and you can see for yourself." I leaned over to his phone and looked at it. The description, besides words like "strip you of your dignity" and "unleash your true nature" that all Ss use, also included this sentence: "It won't cause you permanent serious harm, but there are absolutely no taboos. I want to find the most extreme, unrestricted M—no safe words, no bottom line, let me use all means to completely destroy you, make you wish you were dead." It sounded really vicious.

Thinking about what Wei Qi said about that S graduating from our school, it really made me even more interested—our school actually produced such a heavy-handed female S. I must go and see her during summer vacation.

July 6th, Thursday

. Summer vacation is almost here. Wei Qi also decided to spend two whole weeks in that female S's dungeon. The final confirmed date is next Tuesday evening.

He's already received several packages, saying he bought things to take with him. He won't show them to me; he just unpacks the outermost cardboard box and stuffs it, inner packaging included, directly into his suitcase. I scolded him for being secretive, but I couldn't help but get more and more excited.

We agreed that he would be completely imprisoned there for two weeks, but I could go back to my dorm to sleep every night, and I would go there when they were actually "training" me.

Wei Qi said that the video quality of recording with his phone was too bad, so he considered renting a professional video camera. We looked online, and the daily rental wasn't cheap; renting for two weeks would cost several thousand yuan. So, he simply spent over 20,000 yuan to buy a second-hand professional video camera kit and a tripod, saying, "At worst, I can sell it after filming; I won't lose much money." As a poor graduate student, I could only sincerely admire his wealth.

After getting the video camera Wei Qi bought, I fiddled with it for a while before I finally learned how to use it. Fortunately, I had a lot of experience using DSLRs before, so it wasn't too difficult. Since Wei Qi had prepared such good equipment, I was determined to carefully capture every moment for him.

So, in just a few days, I could witness SM live.

July 11th, Tuesday.

Finally, that evening, Wei Qi dragged a large suitcase, and I carried the video camera he had bought; we left the school together. The school was located in the west of the city, but we headed further west. I followed Wei Qi all the way to a rather luxurious-looking residential area on the outskirts of the city, "Songtao Yalu."

Entering the complex, I followed Wei Qi into a building. On the third floor, Wei Qi gently knocked on the door. I was a little nervous—this was the first time I had met a real female S. How should I greet her?

Before I could think too much, the door opened. The moment I saw who opened the door, I was stunned. The woman in front of me was Wu Xiaohan—the goddess I had pursued when I first entered university. Although we hadn't seen each other for four or five years, her beautiful face remained unchanged; I recognized her at a glance. When Wei Qi told me that his girlfriend was a senior at our school, I never imagined that this "senior" might actually be her.

That year, after I entered university, I joined the school's orienteering club. Orienteering was a niche sport at the school, so the club had very few members and not many activities. On the first hiking trip to the suburbs organized by the club, I met Wu Xiaohan—she wasn't tall, but she was slender and had a pretty face; however, she was definitely not the kind of girl who was aloof and intimidating—on the contrary, with her shoulder-length short hair, she appeared lively and cute.

As a civil engineering student, I rarely had the opportunity to interact with girls, let alone pretty ones, so she naturally became a goddess in my eyes. At that time, she was studying finance and was already a junior; but I still pursued her for a while without any sense of propriety, doing things that most people would do—giving her gifts, asking her out to dinner, and so on.

Before I could confess my feelings, she told me that another guy had asked her out for the weekend, and she accepted—and then she became that guy's girlfriend, and my pursuit of her naturally came to an end. Later, she was busy preparing her graduation thesis and applying for graduate school, so I rarely saw her at orienteering club activities; even when I occasionally bumped into her on campus, we would only exchange greetings. After graduation, her family paid for her to study for a master's degree abroad, and I never heard from her again.

Now, unexpectedly, she's back in China working. Presumably, a finance degree from a top foreign university would guarantee a high salary, and given her family's already comfortable background—she really didn't need to earn a penny through SM. Time hasn't changed her face at all—except for her hair being a bit longer, she looks exactly the same, still pure and innocent, completely unrecognizable as a female S—especially not a so-called extremely ruthless one. The only difference from before is that she no longer wears sneakers, but instead wears a pair of shiny, high-heeled shoes.

She recognized me immediately upon seeing me: "Xu Yangdong...it's you? Oh my god. You...you two come in first." Wei Qi looked at me with a puzzled expression: "You two know each other?" I answered awkwardly: "Um...we knew each other before, back when we were undergraduates." I took off my shoes at the door, went inside, and put down the camera. She looked at me again and exclaimed: "Oh my god...if I had known your roommate was Xu Yangdong...I wouldn't have let him film this...it's so embarrassing." She made me sit on the sofa to the side and ordered Wei Qi in an unquestionable tone: "You, take off your clothes and come kneel down."

I looked at the two of them at this moment—although Wu Xiaohan was four years older than Wei Qi, she looked younger than him; even for Wei Qi, who was quite attractive, Wu Xiaohan was definitely a goddess.

As Wei Qi took off his clothes, she took out the agreement she had printed out.

The first half of the agreement was "SM projects acceptable to both parties"; I saw many checkboxes marked, such as "accepting being a toilet slave," "accepting projects involving bleeding," "accepting suffocation," and so on. I was utterly shocked: I never imagined that these two familiar people would want to play projects comparable to the most extreme ones in the AVs I've ever seen.

The second half of the agreement also stated: "During imprisonment, M is only allowed to kneel at all times and is not allowed to walk upright," "During imprisonment, M is deprived of all rights. Except for the life safety guaranteed by S, M's body is completely at S's disposal. S can inflict any punishment, and M has no right to withdraw," "All physical and mental harm suffered by M is at M's own request, and S shall not bear any responsibility," "Unless S explicitly allows, M shall not touch S's body in any form," "After S satisfies M's basic masochistic desires, M should make S's satisfaction their sole purpose," and so on. There were so many clauses that I couldn't even finish reading them all at a glance. One clause stood out: "M has paid a deposit of 120,000 yuan. If M performs satisfactorily within two weeks, S will refund half of it." It seems Wei Qi is quite willing to spend money on this imprisonment and training—if it were me… I certainly wouldn't have that much money.

As I was looking at the agreement, Wei Qi stripped off his clothes. Only then did I notice that the chastity belt around his genitals was indeed shorter than the original. The chastity belt was very simple, just a few metal rods surrounding a small cage—presumably to make it easier for Wei Qi to clean himself, hence the choice of not a fully enclosed chastity belt. I felt a bit like I was in a dream, watching all this unreal.

Seeing Wei Qi undress, Wu Xiaohan said to him, "I'll confiscate your clothes and bring them back to you in two weeks. I'll also confiscate your ID and phone; I'll check your phone every day for any important messages, and if I find any, I'll let you know." She then turned to me and reminded me, "Xu Yangdong, you don't need to sign the agreement, but you have to promise that no matter what I do with him, unless I agree, you can't participate or ask questions; you can only quietly film from the sidelines." I agreed, "Okay." Wei Qi then urged me to turn on the camera, "Why don't we film the signing process too?" So I got up to fiddle with the camera.

Wu Xiaohan turned around, took a small knife from the cabinet, sat down in the chair in front of Wei Qi, pinched Wei Qi's fingers with one hand, and sharply slashed his index finger with the knife.

Wei Qi gasped in pain; blood flowed from his finger. Wu Xiaohan said, "Alright, put your fingerprint on it."

Wei Qi trembled as he pressed his index finger onto the agreement, leaving a bloody imprint, and then asked Wu Xiaohan, "Is it okay?" Wu Xiaohan replied, "Yes, it's done. Take off one of my shoes." Wei Qi lowered his head and carefully held the heel of the shoe in his mouth.

Wu Xiaohan's voice remained icy: "Remember: no hands; your mouth can only touch the shoe, not me." Wei Qi took off the shoe, revealing Wu Xiaohan's foot. This was the first time I had seen Wu Xiaohan's feet—her feet were about a normal size 37, but because she loved sports, they had beautiful arches, and the insteps hidden inside her shoes were smooth and flawless, as soft as tofu; her long, slender toes were neatly clustered together, appearing obedient and delicate, white with a slight hint of red; her clear toenails were unpainted, only faintly showing a natural pink—indeed, for such a naturally perfect foot, applying any nail polish would only be a stain.

She placed her heels on the ground, her soles exposed to Wei Qi: "Come on, smear your blood on my big toe, let me make a toeprint." Wei Qi carefully smeared his bloody finger on the sole of her toe, then handed the agreement to her feet.

Wu Xiaohan stepped on the bloodstain with her toes, leaving a footprint, and then ordered Wei Qi, "Alright, wipe my feet clean. There are some wet wipes over there." Wei Qi took a wet wipe from the coffee table, tore it open, and carefully wiped away the bloodstains for Wu Xiaohan.

Wu Xiaohan looked down at Wei Qi and said, "I know you'd actually prefer to lick the bloodstains off with your tongue, wouldn't you?" Wei Qi nodded repeatedly with a joyful and expectant expression, "Yes." Wu Xiaohan replied, "Don't even think about it. Your mouth is so dirty, I can't possibly allow you to dirty my feet, understand?" "Understood, Master," Wei Qi replied softly.

"Alright, put my shoes on."

Wei Qi carefully picked up Wu Xiaohan's high heels and carried them to her feet, biting the back of the shoe to help her put them on.

Wu Xiaohan turned to me and said, "Xu Yangdong, could you please film Wei Qi's answers to my questions as evidence?" I pointed the camera at Wei Qi, indicating to Wu Xiaohan that I had turned on the camera. Wu Xiaohan instructed Wei Qi, "You lowly dog, introduce yourself to the camera first." Wei Qi timidly said, "My name is Wei Qi, I am Master Xiaohan's slave... um... this time, I've come here to be imprisoned for two weeks to receive Master's training..." He turned to look at Wu Xiaohan, "Is there anything else you want to introduce?" Wu Xiaohan asked somewhat disdainfully, "As your master, what can I do to you?" "Master... you can humiliate me, abuse me, do whatever you want." "What if I hurt your body?" "My body belongs to Master. If Master wants to hurt me, then hurt me." "What will Master do if you beg for mercy then?" "If I beg for mercy..." "Master, just keep torturing me, don't worry about me." "What if you resist?" "I won't resist. If I do resist, Master, just hold me down and torture me until I can't resist anymore." "Very good. What if you can't do what you just said?" "Then... Master, I'll do whatever you want..." "If you can't do it, then Master will release this video to all your classmates, understand?" "Understood, Master, I will definitely be your good slave." "Alright, let's stop filming the video here for now," Wu Xiaohan said, "We still have some preparations to do. You lowly dog, bring me your suitcase." Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to take out the collar he had asked her to buy. Wei Qi took out a packaged box and took out the collar from it. The stainless steel collar consisted of two semi-circular rings, connected at one end by a hinge. She boasted to me, “This is a special stainless steel collar that I had him buy. After it’s fastened, there’s a pair of keyholes on it that can be locked [1], or it can be locked to a chain. But the best part is that the collar has an integrated stun gun, so I can remotely stun it. It was inspired by the stun gun collars for pets [2], but I made some changes to ensure that the stun gun and the stainless steel collar body are insulated, and I increased the voltage of the stun gun.” Wei Qi put on the collar himself. Wu Xiaohan asked me to get her an ordinary padlock from the cabinet. She took the padlock, bent down and used it to lock the collar—and pulled it a few times to make sure it wouldn’t come loose.

She ordered Wei Qi, “Bring me the remote control so I can try it.”

Wei Qi took out a remote control with only one button from the box, knelt down and handed it to Wu Xiaohan with both hands. She took the remote control and pressed the button casually—Wei Qi let out a heart-wrenching scream, and fell backward to the ground as if he had fainted—and even twitched twice after falling to the ground.

Wu Xiaohan was terrified and exclaimed, "My God, is it really that effective? The shopkeeper told me this thing's electric shock effect is comparable to a Taser, and I didn't believe it at first..." Wei Qi lay on the ground hugging his knees, whimpering in pain.

Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi with the tip of her shoe: "Kneel up."

As soon as Wei Qi knelt up, Wu Xiaohan pressed Wei Qi's head to the ground with her foot, then firmly stomped her shoe on Wei Qi's head, saying, "Since you know it hurts, be good from now on. If you ever make your master unhappy, your master will keep pressing the button and shock you for a minute, understand?" "Mmm... I understand, master," Wei Qi replied softly.

I was beginning to realize how ruthless Wu Xiaohan was. But Wu Xiaohan's next move was even more unexpected.

She got up and went to the cabinet behind—Wei Qi remained kneeling on the ground, his forehead still pressed against the ground, too afraid to get up. Wu Xiaohan brought over a box and had Wei Qi lie face down on the ground. She then took out alcohol swabs from the box and began wiping the soles of Wei Qi's feet. "The previous submissives always forgot they could only kneel, so I'll pierce a padlock into the soles of your feet. That way, you'll never be able to walk upright; you'll just have to kneel obediently, haha." She took out pliers and pinched a piece of flesh on the sole of Wei Qi's foot—Wei Qi immediately whimpered in pain—but it was clear he was gritting his teeth and enduring it without making a sound. Wu Xiaohan forcefully plunged a frighteningly thick 6g puncture needle into Wei Qi's flesh. Wei Qi finally couldn't help but shout "Ah!", and Wu Xiaohan pushed hard again, the needle tip emerging from the other side of the flesh. Wei Qi screamed again, trembling with pain.

Wu Xiaohan calmly threaded a stainless steel U-shaped locking bar through the puncture needle and then removed it. The lock had already pierced the sole of his foot, and blood was still gushing from the puncture wound. After pressing the wound for a while, she did the same puncture on the sole of his other foot. This time, as soon as she gripped the piercing forceps, before the needle even went in, Wei Qi turned pale and began to tremble. When the needle went in, Wei Qi still screamed, but Wu Xiaohan remained unmoved and pierced the lock into his flesh.

Wu Xiaohan fastened two padlocks [3]. Now, if Wei Qi wanted to walk, he could only take a few steps on tiptoe or heels. She threw a cotton ball to Wei Qi and told him to press it to stop the bleeding himself, then sat down on the sofa and started playing on her phone.

A few minutes later, Wu Xiaohan said, "I need to pee. Good dog, what do you want?" Wei Qi answered almost without thinking, "Master, can you pee in my mouth?" Just when I thought Wei Qi was about to drink her urine, Wu Xiaohan said, "Not now, you haven't behaved well enough. But, come with me to the toilet." Saying that, she straddled Wei Qi and had him carry her into the toilet. Surprisingly,

there was no toilet bowl, only a squat toilet. I was a little surprised when I saw it. But I quickly realized that this bathroom was specially for training, after all, it was empty except for two sinks of different heights, two bottles of hand soap, a simple shower head, and a squat toilet.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to lie on the ground and stick his head to the squat toilet. Then she took a black blindfold from the hook behind the toilet door and covered Wei Qi's eyes: "You are not allowed to look at Master's body. Good boy, if you behave well, you can see it later." I was also kicked out of the toilet and could only listen from outside.

Soon, I heard the sound of urine hitting the latrine. Wu Xiaohan teasingly asked him, "How about it? Don't you really want to drink Master's holy water? Look, you get hard just hearing Master pee... You're hopelessly slutty." She deliberately stopped halfway through peeing and asked, "Want to drink it? If you want to drink it, beg Master." Wei Qi responded eagerly, "Please, Master, can I drink a little of your holy water? Just a little." Wu Xiaohan started peeing again, "Sorry, no... Look... Master is almost finished peeing, there's no room for you. Some sluts aren't even worthy of drinking Master's pee." I heard her get up and flush the toilet. A little while later, Wei Qi carried her out and returned to the living room.

After Wu Xiaohan sat down on the sofa, she teased Wei Qi's locked genitals with her heel.

"My God, you've been locked up for so long, and you're still this hard," she asked Wei Qi. "When you're locked up, doesn't it hurt from the pressure?" Wei Qi whispered, "It hurts." "Do you want your master to unlock you? You've been locked up for over a month now..." "Yes..." "Do you think your master should agree?"

"No." Wei Qi desperately wanted to unlock the lock right now, but he knew that Wu Xiaohan was asking this to get him to say no. Answering "yes" would only bring Wu Xiaohan's punishment, not any benefit.

"Why?"

This question was incredibly humiliating, but Wei Qi clearly understood her intention: "Because... a worthless slut like me only deserves to be locked up until I'm useless, I don't deserve to have an erection." "Don't you think it's really disgusting and lewd to have an erection in front of your master?" "Yes, I know, I'm sorry, master, I won't do it again... I dare not have an erection in front of you again." Wei Qi answered humbly.

"Don't you think that kneeling before Master and still not getting an erection is a denial of Master's charm?" "That's true... Then... Master... what should I do?" "Silly child, let Master torture you until you're completely impotent, or just castrate you, then you won't be in this moral dilemma, right? Haha..." Such vicious words coming from Wu Xiaohan's mouth, in such a mocking and even disdainful tone, truly sent chills down my spine. However, Wu Xiaohan's angelic and gentle face seemed to prove that she was truly innocent, without a trace of malice, and was simply helping Wei Qi solve his problem.

Seeing that Wei Qi didn't speak, she asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong? Don't you think Master is very smart?" The innocent smile on her face was truly like a middle school student showing off to her classmate after solving a math problem. To be honest, who could resist a girl like that?

"No... Master... I'll do whatever you say." Wei Qi's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

"Good boy... Master will satisfy you properly... Oh right, didn't you like piercing your genitals with needles the most? Did you bring any needles?" Wei Qi nodded: "Yes," then turned around and climbed into his suitcase, taking out a small cardboard box.

He opened the small cardboard box, and inside were 10 more small cardboard boxes. Each small cardboard box was labeled: "Sterile injection needles, 100 pieces." That is to say, he brought a total of 1000 injection needles. My God! A thousand needles, just thinking about it is terrifying.

Wu Xiaohan took a box of 100 needles and looked at it, saying: "Very good. Since you are all prepared, then Master will grant your wish. Lie down on the ground with your legs apart." After Wei Qi lay down, she sat cross-legged between Wei Qi's spread legs. She sprayed alcohol on Wei Qi's genitals, then sprayed her own hands, and then used the tip of her fingernail to gently touch Wei Qi's locked glans through the gap of the chastity lock.

Wei Qi was even more excited. His penis, which had been locked up for more than three months, finally received a little comforting touch.

Wu Xiaohan took out a needle and inserted it into the gap of the chastity lock [3] - Wei Qi trembled the moment the needle touched his body. Then he gritted his teeth and watched Wu Xiaohan's slender hand push the needle into his glans and then gradually push it deeper. Throughout the process of threading the needle, Wei Qi's body arched slightly, and it seemed that the pain was still quite great. When the needle reached the other end of the glans, it had already pushed the flesh out, but it did not come out of the flesh. Wu Xiaohan had to increase the force of her hand. Wei Qi finally trembled slightly from the pain and groaned.

Wu Xiaohan looked at the box in her hand: "How about we thread a hundred needles today?" Wei Qi was startled when he heard this: "A hundred? So many?" "Didn't you bring a thousand? A thousand needles, fourteen days, that's an average of seventy-one needles a day..." It seems that the goddess's mental arithmetic is as good as ever.

"It's just more cost-effective to buy a thousand at once...we don't necessarily have to use them all..." "Okay, I'll handle it. Lie down." Wu Xiaohan picked up the needle again and pierced Wei Qi's genitals...

In no time, more than a dozen needles had pierced Wei Qi's glans, and more than thirty needles had pierced the shaft of his penis. The small chastity lock was already completely filled with needles, and Wu Xiaohan was still trying to find any gaps to insert, literally "seizing every opportunity." Her delicate hands moved lightly, and her eyes were as lively as a deer's—from my perspective, she looked like a child sitting on the ground intently playing with a new toy, only innocent, without a trace of cruelty. Wei Qi couldn't bear to disturb Wu Xiaohan's enjoyment, so he endured the pain with all his might. Every time Wu Xiaohan forcefully pushed the needles in, he couldn't help but tense the muscles in his legs and grit his teeth.

Finally, after using more than fifty needles, there were no more gaps to insert needles into the chastity lock. So, Wu Xiaohan prepared to target his testicles. She tied a rope around the base of his testicles several times, then picked up a needle and inserted it into his scrotum. After he groaned a few times, her fingers slowly pushed the needle in quite a bit, and with another push from Wu Xiaohan, the needle emerged from the other end of his scrotum.

He softly said, "It hurts," and Wu Xiaohan gently stroked his thigh, comforting him, "Hang in there, be good, you can do it." Then she continued inserting the needle. Amidst Wei Qi's intermittent groans and trembling, Wu Xiaohan used up all the needles. Wei Qi's genitals were filled with needles, like a hedgehog. Only then did Wu Xiaohan stand up.

While Wei Qi was still lying on the ground whimpering, Wu Xiaohan rubbed his needle-covered genitals with the sole of her shoe. He cried out in pain.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" she asked.

"No..."

"If you like it, that's good... This is the only chance your penis will get rubbed by a girl, you know?" "I know..." She gently kicked the needle inserted into his testicles with the tip of her shoe again. The pain made him tremble and murmur.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I want to keep it for a few more days to play with." She stopped and let Wei Qi lie down in the corner. Only then did I realize that the ground where Wei Qi had just been lying was covered in his sweat. It seems that enduring pain really takes a lot of energy. She held onto the wall with one hand and stood on top of Wei Qi. Even though Wu Xiaohan was very light, he was too thin to bear all of this—especially with the sharp heel of her shoe piercing his ribs. He cried out for mercy, but Wu Xiaohan not only didn't get down, but jumped on him instead. The moment he landed, he screamed and instinctively tilted his body. Wu Xiaohan lost her balance and staggered back to the ground.

Wu Xiaohan was furious: "Useless! Everyone else can withstand being stepped on. You scream like this after just two stompes. You even dared to move, almost causing Master to fall. How can you be so useless?" As she spoke, Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's body and head with her shoes. Wei Qi covered his head and twisted to dodge, unintentionally causing a lot of blood to flow from his genitals.

"Kicking you is really tiring," Wu Xiaohan stopped kicking and pointed to the remote control for the electric shock collar on the sofa, warning, "If you dare to dodge again, you know the consequences, right?" Wei Qi nodded fearfully. Wu Xiaohan then stood on Wei Qi's body again and stomped around. Under the force of her weight, her heels sank into Wei Qi's already thin body. Where her heels stomped, deep red bruises were left.

"That's good, Master's good blanket..." she praised Wei Qi, looking down at him. Wei Qi frowned, bearing Wu Xiaohan's weight with all his might.

Finally, she jumped again, her heel landing squarely on Wei Qi's nipple—blood seeped from it. Wei Qi screamed, but held back. Wu Xiaohan saw the blood, but remained unmoved, jumping a few more times. Wei Qi gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, but I saw tears streaming down his face, flowing onto the floor. Wu

Xiaohan was truly a demon—she continued to trample on her blanket without a shred of pity.

Finally, Wu Xiaohan began jumping on him again—this time she seemed to jump even higher. After two or three jumps, one of her heels struck the same nipple as before. He almost instinctively twisted around, and Wu Xiaohan actually fell, thankfully managing to grab onto another wall to avoid a serious fall.

His poor nipple looked bloodied and mangled. But Wu Xiaohan didn't forgive him for this; instead, she picked up the stun gun as promised.

Wei Qi shook his head desperately, repeatedly pleading, "Please, Master," in a tearful voice.

Wu Xiaohan pressed the button again—Wei Qi seemed to choke, immediately stopping his cries and arching his back. When Wu Xiaohan released the button, Wei Qi collapsed heavily to the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching wail, his whole body trembling as he cried. Wu Xiaohan pressed the button again, and Wei Qi's veins bulged and his body arched once more; only when Wu Xiaohan released the button did he convulse and cry out again—his hoarse cries were heartbreaking to hear.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, I said, "Senior Xiaohan, why don't you let him go... he didn't do it on purpose..." She coldly replied, "You promised not to interfere with our training." I didn't know how to answer, "I just saw how miserable he was... I'm afraid his body can't take it." Wu Xiaohan looked down at Wei Qi and said, "You lowly dog, tell him who's in charge here." Wei Qi said with a sob, "I'll listen to my master. My master can punish me however he wants." "What should you have said after what your master did to you?" "Thank you, master." Wei Qi's voice was still choked with sobs.

"Good boy, get up and kowtow to your master twice to express your gratitude." I was shocked—Wei Qi was so obedient to his master, so humble. And the demon in front of him only wanted to torture and torment him inhumanely.

Wu Xiaohan finally made Wei Qi lie down and removed the needles—during the removal, Wei Qi bled a lot more from his lower body. Fortunately, he kept a piece of gauze to stop the bleeding, and managed to pull through.

By the time all this was over, it was already past ten o'clock at night. Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi to grab his towel, toothbrush, and other belongings, then made him crawl into the toilet they had just been using. Wu Xiaohan then found a thick iron chain about a meter long, locking one end to Wei Qi's collar and the other end to the flush tank hose. This way, Wei Qi could only stay near the squat toilet, at most reaching the lower sink, and couldn't possibly crawl to the door. However, this design allowed Wei Qi to freely use the toilet or brush his teeth and wash his face at the sink, which was quite reasonable.

Wu Xiaohan spat on the ground: "Alright, doggy, this is your master's goodnight kiss, lick it clean." Wei Qi crawled over contentedly, lowering his head and sticking out his tongue to lick it. But the chain was too short, and Wei Qi still couldn't reach it.

It seemed this was clearly Wu Xiaohan's plan. She began her insults again: "You wretched dog, so eager for your master's saliva? Too bad you can't get any, tsk tsk, how pathetic." She wiped the saliva she had spat on the ground with the sole of her shoe and held it out to Wei Qi's feet: "Alright, here, lick it, you look so pitiful." Wei Qi eagerly stuck out his tongue and licked the saliva off Wu Xiaohan's shoe sole.

Wu Xiaohan gently tossed the keychain that had locked Wei Qi to the door inside the toilet—Wei Qi could see it, but couldn't touch it.

Then she and I walked out of the toilet, turning off the door and the light—thus, it was pitch black inside.

After saying goodbye to Wei Qi, Wu Xiaohan immediately regained her gentle demeanor and asked me, "Are you going back to school tonight?" At that moment, I just wanted to go back to school to sort out my feelings, so I replied, "Yes. Maybe I should go now." She then walked me downstairs and said, "Tomorrow morning, come here around 7:40 and call me to wake me up. That way, you can film the whole process of me waking him up, haha." "Senior Xiaohan… I don't have your phone number yet." "Oh, then write it down." Wu Xiaohan gave me her current number.

"Okay. I'm leaving now, I'll come back tomorrow morning. Goodbye, Senior Xiaohan." I then left the apartment complex and took a taxi back to school. The journey wasn't far, so the taxi fare was less than thirty yuan.

Back at school, lying in bed, I still couldn't calm down for a long time. I never imagined that Wei Qi would be such a masochist—and so degrading when he was a masochist. I never imagined that his dominant would be Wu Xiaohan—I never even thought I would ever see Wu Xiaohan again in my life. Yes, it was really lucky to see Wu Xiaohan again. Seeing how well she is living alone now, I am actually glad that I was not with her back then - after all, we are from two different worlds, and I could never be worthy of her.

[1] Locked collars can be easily bought, see this picture.

[2] Search for "electric shock collar" on Taobao to find similar products, see this picture. With a little modification, it can be installed on a metal collar.

[3] Stainless steel padlocks for piercing can be bought on Taobao, see this picture.

[4] Inserting a needle through the gap of the chastity lock can be seen in this picture.

On Wednesday morning, July 12,

I got up at around 6:00 am and took the bus to Songtao Yalu. When I arrived at her door, it was only 7:25 am. I waited anxiously at the door for 15 minutes, and at the agreed time of 7:40 am, I called Wu Xiaohan as agreed.

"Xiaohan, I'm at your door."

"Oh, okay," she said lazily, "I'll open the door for you when I get up." Not long after she hung up the phone, she came to open the door for me wearing pink pajamas and slippers, her hair still a little messy—the most beautiful "girl next door" look. While I went inside to prepare the camera, she went into the bedroom to wash up and change clothes—when she came out, except for her shoes, she was already dressed in a shirt and skirt.

She opened the bathroom door, and the light immediately woke Wei Qi. Wei Qi quickly got up and crawled towards Wu Xiaohan, but he didn't realize that his neck was already chained, and he couldn't crawl any further after two steps.

Wu Xiaohan said to him, "Master is up—you should get up too. Master needs to go to the toilet, so you can experience Master peeing again." She took the blindfold from behind the door, squatted down, and covered Wei Qi's eyes.

I walked out of the toilet and heard her ask, "Master's morning urine smells really strong, do you want to drink it?" Wei Qi replied, "Yes, I do." "You must be very thirsty too, right?"

"Yes."

"You behaved so badly yesterday, why should you drink Master's holy water? Come on, just listen..." So she urinated directly into the toilet bowl, saying, "Look, you don't even deserve to drink Master's holy water, you're not even as good as this latrine, this latrine can get Master's holy water..." A few seconds after she finished urinating, Wu Xiaohan called to me, "Xu Yangdong, come in." I opened the door and went in, and saw that Wei Qi's blindfold had been removed, and the embarrassment from just now had made his face flushed, and even made him feel aroused. His penis, which was locked by the chastity lock, was swollen and bruised after yesterday's abuse, with purple and blue patches, and when it was slightly erect, it was so swollen that it was impossible to tell what it was.

Wu Xiaohan was still holding the toilet paper she had used to wipe herself after urinating. She said to Wei Qi, "Want to lick the toilet paper your master used to wipe you pee?" Wei Qi seemed a little excited and said, "Yes." "Look at the yellow urine stains on it, aren't you really craving it?" "Yes..." "Beg me." Wu Xiaohan said softly, her voice seductive.

"Please, master... let me lick your toilet paper, okay? I really want to..." "Okay, okay, here you go~ come on, just lick it gently first." Wu Xiaohan held the toilet paper to Wei Qi's mouth.

After Wei Qi licked it with his tongue, Wu Xiaohan asked again, "How is it? Do you like the taste?" "I like it." Wei Qi said, his penis already so hard it was about to burst the chastity belt.

"You've licked the toilet paper that wiped my body, so you're indirectly licking my genitals. You're really getting off easy." "Thank you, Master... thank you, Master..." "Alright, if you like it, keep it in your mouth and savor it." Wu Xiaohan said, stuffing the toilet paper into Wei Qi's mouth.

Wu Xiaohan looked up and asked me, "Xu Yangdong, have you ever seen a man as despicable as him?" "No." I shook my head. "

Sigh, how come some people just don't want to be human? They can be so despicable. At least you know how to pursue me openly, but what about him? He just wants to be my toilet paper. Sigh—I feel disgusted just seeing this kind of despicable thing." I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say.

Wu Xiaohan came out of the bathroom, took a bag of dog food from the cabinet, poured it into the dog bowl, added a lot of water, and then placed it in front of Wei Qi: "This is your food and water for today. Master has to go to work, be a good boy. Master will play with you when he gets home tonight." "Yes, Master. I will definitely wait for you obediently." "Oh, right... you must really want to change Master's shoes, right?" Wei Qi nodded gratefully: "Yes, yes." Wu Xiaohan had clearly grasped Wei Qi's desire.

But Wu Xiaohan only said coldly: "Perform well, and I will give you this opportunity later. Now, you are not worthy." Wu Xiaohan coldly closed the door. She walked to the door, bent down to change into high heels, grabbed her bag, and went downstairs with me.

"I'm driving to work, how about I give you a ride to school?"

"Ah... I'll just take the bus."

"No need, it's only a ten-minute detour. Come on."

I had assumed Wu Xiaohan would drive a luxury car that girls usually like, but to my surprise, her car was a Dodge Charles. I'd never seen this muscle car in China before, and I couldn't imagine that the owner was such a gentle girl. Wu Xiaohan is truly unpredictable.

On the way back to school, we chatted, and I learned that after returning to China, she found a job at a foreign insurance company. The income was quite good, and although the work pressure was considerable, she didn't often work overtime.

I still asked her, "So... could you tell me how you got into BDSM?" "Uh... to make a long story short, you remember my boyfriend from my junior year of college? He was a masochist. Then, when I was abroad, he came to visit me, and we went to a playpart together. I saw a lot of new things to do and met several guys who wanted to be my sub. After we broke up, I was under a lot of pressure, so I actually did a few BDSM sessions. I later discovered that I quite enjoy seeing how much I can torture others." "Oh... but you were really cruel to Wei Qi. I didn't expect you to be so ruthless." "I'm usually very gentle, just like I used to be quite gentle with you." "Well, the reason I'm so harsh on him is just to satisfy him. If you're going to be a sadist, you have to be prepared for it." "Yeah, that seems to make sense. But why do I feel like you're intentionally avoiding a lot of things? Like this morning, I didn't make him drink urine or change your shoes." "Yes, you should have noticed. I intentionally teased him to make him want it, and then I refused. Only in this way can I make him crave being abused by me even more. Not unlocking the door for him these past two days, not letting him leave the toilet, is for the same reason. On the one hand, it makes him crave it even more, and on the other hand, it completely shatters his personality." Wu Xiaohan said this very calmly, as if Wei Qi was just a tool to achieve her training goals.

"Senior Xiaohan is really amazing." I complimented.

"I'm still trying too. But in the future, when I abuse him, you're not allowed to have any sympathy for him. Everything is what he wants. If you stop me, it will only make him unsatisfied." "Okay, I understand." When we arrived at the school, she told me to get off the bus, saying that she would be eating out that night, and I should wait for her near her house around 8:30.

At 7:30 PM, after finishing dinner at the school cafeteria, I went to wait for Wu Xiaohan at her house as agreed.

When Wu Xiaohan returned home and saw me waiting at her door, she asked, "How long have you been waiting?" "Not long, just over ten minutes," I replied, not telling the truth.

She opened the door, and we went inside. She didn't change her shoes but went straight to the bathroom and opened the door. Wei Qi, who had been slumped on the floor, was overjoyed to see again.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to climb onto the shoe cabinet in front of the door, carry her slippers to the sofa, and change her shoes.

She returned to the sofa, while Wei Qi laboriously crawled to the door, carrying Wu Xiaohan's slippers to the sofa.

It was then that I noticed Wu Xiaohan's so-called "slippers" were actually black leather, completely covering her toes and the front half of her feet. It wasn't until later that I learned these shoes should more accurately be called "mules."

Wu Xiaohan commanded Wei Qi, "I've been out all day. Lick my shoes clean first." Wei Qi obediently knelt down and began licking the soles of Wu Xiaohan's shoes with his tongue. Wu Xiaohan commanded Wei Qi, "Your dirty tongue isn't allowed to touch the surface of my shoes, understand?" Wei Qi replied, "Understood, Master," and continued licking. His tongue rubbed back and forth on the soles of Wu Xiaohan's black high heels, showing no signs of fatigue.

After a while, Wu Xiaohan switched sides and let Wei Qi continue licking. When he had licked them enough, she commanded Wei Qi, "Stick out your tongue and let me see." The tip of Wei Qi's tongue was almost black; it seemed he had indeed licked off a lot of dust with great effort.

She was finally satisfied: "Alright, take off my shoes. Same as always." Wei Qi understood and took her heel in his mouth, removing the shoes. Wu Xiaohan also cooperated by switching feet and letting Wei Qi remove his shoes.

Wu Xiaohan was wearing a pair of flesh-colored boat socks that delicately covered her slender toes, allowing people to see the beautiful outline of her toes but not a trace of the color underneath.

Wu Xiaohan stretched her foot to Wei Qi's mouth: "You lowly dog, do you want to lick your master's feet?" "Yes

." "You're not allowed to lick them. Smell them and remember the scent of your master's feet." "Mmm."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it smells so good."

"Very good. Remember, now you don't even have the right to lick socks, you're only fit to lick the soles of your master's shoes. But if you behave well, your master will consider rewarding you with socks." "Mmm." "Look at you, you get hard again just from smelling your master's feet. How can you be so thirsty?" "I'm...I'm sorry...Master..." "You're still hard even with the lock on, don't you feel any pain?"

"It hurts a little. Then...Master, when can you unlock my lock?" "What do you take your master for? A prostitute? Did you come here to have your master give you an orgasm?" Wu Xiaohan said this fiercely, but it seemed that she was just pretending to be angry.

"I'm sorry, Master, I was wrong."

"Now, you only deserve to be locked up. Of course, if you behave well, Master will consider it. But if you make such a request again, Master will never unlock you for the rest of your life. Okay, go put Master's high heels on the shoe rack." Wei Qi obediently picked up the shoes with his mouth and climbed towards the shoe rack. Wu Xiaohan got up, went to the bathroom to get a food bowl, poured in another bowl of dog food, added some water, and handed it to Wei Qi: "Eat more, you're in for a tough time tonight."

Wei Qi lay down in front of the sofa to eat; Wu Xiaohan put her feet on Wei Qi's head, took out her computer and continued working. Poor Wei Qi didn't dare to move around, couldn't lift the food bowl or even tilt it, so he could only use his tongue to laboriously roll the dog food into his mouth to eat—just like a dog.

After Wei Qi finished eating, he remained in the same position and didn't dare to move until a few minutes later, when Wu Xiaohan lazily asked, "Finished eating?" Wei Qi softly replied, "Yes." Wu Xiaohan didn't respond.

After a while, Wu Xiaohan put down her computer, got up, and led us to a separate training room. The most striking feature of the training room was a wooden frame taller than a person, a bed with only a board and no bedding, and many cabinets; it didn't seem like the training room I remembered, filled with shackles, chains, and whips.

Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi crawl under the square wooden frame. She then opened a cabinet—and I saw that the shackles and whips were stored inside. Probably to prevent dust accumulation—after all, she didn't use these things often.

She took out two iron rings with chains and cuffed them to his hands, then placed a small stool directly under the wooden frame and commanded, "Stand on the stool... Oh, right, your feet are shackled. So stand on your tiptoes." When he stood up, I noticed that the constant kneeling had caused slight abrasions on both knees.

Wu Xiaohan stepped onto a higher stool and fastened the chains binding his hands to the upper left and upper right corners of the wooden frame. Thus, Wei Qi stood in a "Y" shape, unable to move his hands.

She removed the small stool from Wei Qi's feet. Wei Qi's feet were now dangling in the air, suspended only by the iron rings on his hands. She then took out two ankle rings and fixed his ankles to the lower left and lower right corners of the wooden frame. Thus, Wei Qi stood in an "X" shape, bound and completely unable to escape [1]. Wei Qi hung in the air, anxiously awaiting Wu Xiaohan's next act of torture.

Wu Xiaohan took out a rattan cane and gently stroked Wei Qi's back with the tip, saying, "Before, I've spanked other people's buttocks, thighs, and backs; but I've decided to give you the most special one. Do you know what it is?" "No... I don't know," she replied. "I'll make every inch of your body below the neck ripped open, from neck to toe." As she spoke, she gently stroked Wei Qi's body with the cane. Wei Qi was a little scared, but didn't say anything.

Wu Xiaohan continued, "Just help me count. Let's start with 1000, and if that's not enough, we'll talk." She stood behind Wei Qi and started with his buttocks. The cane made a sound in the air before landing heavily on Wei Qi's buttocks. Wei Qi immediately trembled all over and struggled to shout "One!"

Wu Xiaohan took a half step back, swung the cane higher, and struck the other buttocks heavily. Wei Qi shouted "Two!" briefly before breathing heavily. Two deep red welts were already visible on his buttocks.

Wu Xiaohan, unperturbed, struck him more than ten times. Blood spots began to appear on his buttocks. He began to beg for mercy: "Please, Master, please, let me rest for a while before continuing." Begging was useless. Wu Xiaohan increased her speed, striking him several more times in succession. Poor Wei Qi twisted and turned, trying to break free of his bonds. But this twisting was completely futile.

When Wei Qi counted to "twenty-seven," he began to beg again: "Please, Master… spare my life… I really can't take it anymore… I really can't…" Before he could finish speaking, he was struck twice more. Wu Xiaohan

reminded him: "Did you forget to count those last few blows? If you didn't count, then it doesn't count." Wei Qi had no choice but to start counting again from twenty-eight. After a few more blows, Wu Xiaohan promised Wei Qi, "Okay, I'll let you rest after fifty. I need to rest too." Wei Qi straightened up and endured until the fiftieth blow, then let out a long sigh, his body slumping backward, only held up by the rope.

He was drenched in sweat, sweat mixed with blood flowing down his thighs from his buttocks. Wu Xiaohan rested for a few minutes, then found another, thicker rattan cane in the cabinet, explaining, "This cane is thicker, but the skin has been peeled off, leaving only the core. That way it won't bleed as easily, but it will hurt more. Before, it was just skin; now it's flesh." She walked behind Wei Qi, and as soon as she swung the cane, Wei Qi twisted sharply to the side, trying to dodge. This was obviously impossible. The cane struck his buttocks squarely. He cried out "Ah!" and quickly added, "Fifty-one!"

Wu Xiaohan then began the continuous whipping. With each lash, Wei Qi instinctively arched his body forward, then twisted and struggled. By the time he reached seventy-something, blood had already flowed to his ankles, and his buttocks were a bloody mess.

Wu Xiaohan slowed down slightly. Wei Qi counted as he begged for mercy: "Seventy-nine—please let me go—eighty—it really hurts too much—eighty-one—I really won't—eighty-two…" Wu Xiaohan remained completely unmoved.

By the ninetieth lash, Wu Xiaohan finally promised to let him rest after the 100th lash, and then rest every 50 lashes thereafter.

When Wu Xiaohan stopped after the 100th lash, Wei Qi was exhausted and his face was flushed. His buttocks were a gruesome sight—truly a bloody mess, just a patch of red and torn, peeling skin. Even having seen some SM films featuring whipping, I had never seen such a brutal beating.

After sitting down and looking at her phone for a few minutes, Wu Xiaohan walked over to Wei Qi and gently stroked his face. "Keep going, we've only just begun. Hang in there, you're the best." Wei Qi nodded.

She picked up the whip and began her attack on Wei Qi's thighs. When Wei Qi counted, he didn't say the complete three-digit number, but only the last two. These 50 lashes seemed even more unbearable for Wei Qi—perhaps because his buttocks were thicker and not as vulnerable as his thighs. Perhaps it was because the location was different, but although Wei Qi looked more pained, his poor thighs, covered in welts, didn't bleed.

Wei Qi had accepted the idea that "begging for mercy is useless," gritted his teeth, and tried to endure the 50 lashes, but he still couldn't help but groan. He stopped constantly writhing, but every few lashes, one would still make him writhe uncontrollably. He endured

the last few lashes, his whole body trembling. Finally, he made it to 150 lashes.

After resting for a while, Wu Xiaohan switched to the thinner, skinned rattan cane she had used before and continued to whip the front of his thighs. This time, he endured it with great difficulty, almost trembling, but he didn't beg for mercy again. After fifty lashes, blood began to seep from several spots on the front of his thighs.

Wu Xiaohan turned to the back of his thighs. This time, Wu Xiaohan used a thick, skinned rattan cane. When the first lash came, Wei Qi gasped for breath, spitting out a difficult "one" through his teeth; by the thirtieth lash, blood began to seep out, and Wei Qi began to writhe again. When the fiftieth lash came, Wei Qi let out a long sigh, but Wu Xiaohan didn't stop, continuing to whip him forcefully.

Wei Qi cried out, "Didn't we agree that I could rest for a while after fifty lashes?" Wu Xiaohan stopped and explained, "There's only one agreement: I'm in charge of everything. If I don't want to rest, you have to endure it." The continuous whipping completely broke Wei Qi. He burst into tears. But Wu Xiaohan didn't stop. She continued to beat him until his thighs were a bloody mess… By the 290th lash, Wei Qi was trembling and crying, pleading between lashes, "Master, please let me go… just a minute… I really can't take it anymore…" Even at the 300th lash, Wu Xiaohan didn't stop. Poor Wei Qi's cries grew fainter, only managing a strained count. Wu Xiaohan, dissatisfied, said, "Count louder, I can't hear you." Wei Qi could only shout, "Seventeen," before resignedly enduring the inhuman torture.

At the 332nd lash, Wu Xiaohan finally stopped, wiping away Wei Qi's tears with her finger. "Had enough crying? It's best if your tears are dry, there's more to come." Wu Xiaohan rested for a while before getting up. At this moment, Wei Qi trembled at the mere sound of Wu Xiaohan getting up. Wu Xiaohan began whipping his calves, and he trembled as always, trying to dodge in vain. His poor calves had endured dozens of lashes, totaling four hundred before Wu Xiaohan stopped.

She was clearly exhausted. So, she switched to her left hand to lash Wei Qi's back. The force of her left hand was slightly less, and Wei Qi seemed to be in less pain than before. But his back was still covered in reddish-purple welts, oozing a considerable amount of blood. Five hundred lashes had passed in total; Wei Qi was covered in sweat, making him appear quite shiny; even the scarlet welts gleamed.

During the break, Wei Qi pleaded, "Could I have some water? I'm so thirsty..." Indeed, after sweating so much, it was almost impossible for him not to be thirsty.

Wu Xiaohan responded dismissively, "Who told you to cry just now and spill all the water?" Despite her words, she still asked me to fetch some water from Wei Qi's food bowl.

After I returned with the water, Wu Xiaohan picked it up and fed it to Wei Qi. Wei Qi greedily drank it all in one gulp, then said, "Thank you, Master... thank you, Master, for being so good to me." "Master's hands are tired too, how about we play something else and continue later?" "Hmm." Wu Xiaohan gently stroked Wei Qi's testicles. His testicles, which had been punctured yesterday, were still swollen.

"Do your balls still hurt?" Wu Xiaohan asked.

"A little."

"Have you ever heard the saying that after the needle is inserted, it's best not to use blunt force like kicking to abuse the testicles for a while, otherwise the wound might tear and cause testicular damage or something...[2]" "Yes, I have." "So... do you know what Master is going to do?"

Wei Qi understood Wu Xiaohan's meaning, but dared not speak.

Wu Xiaohan took two steps back, lifted her foot back, and then kicked forward with force, kicking Wei Qi's testicles with her slipper-clad foot. Wei Qi was suspended in the air, so his hips were not low, but Wu Xiaohan's flexibility was obviously very good, and her body remained as stable as Mount Tai when her leg was raised high. However, when she lifted her foot, the bottom of her skirt was completely exposed.

Wei Qi had no energy to appreciate the bottom of Wu Xiaohan's skirt. He screamed, his knees bent involuntarily, and the iron chains began to rattle.

Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's testicles several more times. Wei Qi struggled helplessly with both hands, and couldn't help but beg for mercy again, "Please let me go... Master... my balls are really going to break..."

Wu Xiaohan said, "I didn't even use much force! You're wearing a chastity belt, so if I kicked hard, it would hurt my instep, so I was already being gentle when I kicked you." She kicked twice more and then stopped, "That's enough, I won't kick anymore. The blood on your thigh has smeared all over my shoes. In a few days, when I get a pair of stiffer shoes, I'll kick your balls properly and let you truly experience what it means to have your balls broken." Wu Xiaohan picked up the rattan cane again and returned to whipping. Wei Qi's back was whipped a hundred times more—perhaps because his already riddled balls had been subjected to Wu Xiaohan's inhumane kicks, the pain was so excruciating that the whipping now didn't seem so painful. However, even without the pain, Wei Qi's back was still covered with dense welts.

After a short rest following the hundred lashes, Wu Xiaohan walked up to Wei Qi and gently, even somewhat intimately, stroked his chest with her hand: "Now, only the front of your body remains. Keep it up!" "Mmm." "Master really wants to leave marks on every inch of your body. This is all Master's care for you. Look, Master's hands are tired from whipping you." "Mmm. Master, you've worked hard," Wei Qi said warmly, "Thank you, Master." Wu Xiaohan then began whipping his chest and abdomen. Wei Qi tensed his abdominal muscles, trying to absorb some of the pain, but it seemed to be of no use. He continued to struggle terrifyingly, but Wu Xiaohan continued to create her masterpiece.

This time, Wu Xiaohan did not stop at the 50th lash, nor at the 100th lash—Wei Qi began to tremble and beg for mercy again. Wu Xiaohan did not even stop at the 150th lash—Wei Qi's whole body convulsed, and tears streamed down his face once more. Wu Xiaohan continued lashing him for the 202nd time before suddenly remembering something and saying, "Oh, I've lashed him 200 times? I'll rest for a while." Then she stopped.

Given Wu Xiaohan's meticulousness, it was impossible that she hadn't realized she'd lashed him so many times. I think she said it was a deliberate attempt to show her disdain for Wei Qi's pain and to intentionally tease him.

Wei Qi trembled all over, crying silently, a heartbreaking sight.

During Wu Xiaohan's rest, Wei Qi finally stopped crying. Wu Xiaohan picked up the cane and continued from the 803rd lash. This time, she no longer focused on speed, but instead poured all her strength into each lash, changing the location of each strike, striking various parts of his body. The bloodstains that had previously dripped to the ground had dried somewhat, but now fresh blood dripped onto them again. Each lash caused him excruciating pain, his body convulsing.

Except for his head, arms, and hands, there wasn't an inch of skin left intact—it was all red and swollen, even oozing blood. His eyes had become lifeless, no longer displaying any trace of pleasure, excitement, or fear. When the lashes reached his legs, they would still tremble involuntarily from the pain, but he no longer cried out. His intermittent cries and pleas for mercy had made his voice hoarse as he counted the lashes. At the nine hundredth lash, Wu Xiaohan stopped and announced—it would truly end at the thousandth. By

the last hundred lashes, the marks on his calves were no longer visible—they were completely covered by the blood flowing from his thighs. His eyes were tightly closed, his breathing convulsing, and the spasms of his body from the lashes gradually diminished. Finally, the thousandth lash arrived—Wu Xiaohan dropped the whip, slumped into a chair, exhausted, as if relieved. Unable to struggle any longer, she asked me to put Wei Qi down. So I first unchained his feet, letting him step onto the bench, and then removed the ankle bracelets from his ankles; finally, I stood on the chair and removed the chains from his hands. At this moment, Wu Xiaohan also stood up and walked around the wooden frame, admiring her masterpiece one last time.

Wei Qi got off the chair, collapsed to the ground, and tears streamed from his eyes again—but this time he didn't cry out loud.

[The End]

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