Eternal Fantasy - Sisters, SM, Excretion, Extremely Heavy Taste

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The wall clock in the room was ticking away. There was no other sound in the room, because I was alone, and in my current state, it was impossible to make any noise—I was tightly bound, completely naked, the hemp rope constricting my snow-white skin, a gag in my mouth, drool silently trickling down my cheeks onto the cotton quilt spread on the floor. There was no furniture, no bed, just layers upon layers of thick, soft cotton quilts, blankets, and pillows on the floor; I could lie down anywhere and fall asleep. The room was small, probably only ten square meters, all white, with no windows. On one wall, a long, thin iron chain was nailed, the other end locked to a dog collar around my neck. There was a door on another wall, but I never touched it; I never went out. This room was my everything, and I belonged to my master. I was waiting for my master to return. My master is also my sister, my twin sister born at the same time as me. I glanced at the clock; I knew my master would be back soon. My sister works as a nurse in some hospital. After her shift, she never lingers outside, she doesn't have a boyfriend, and always goes straight home—back to this "home" that imprisons and nurtures me. I live here every day. When did my sister become my "master"? ...I've forgotten. When did we start living here? I don't know...it seems like seven or eight years, yet it also feels like only three or five weeks. What is this place? ...My sister once said it was a basement in the house; I can't remember much else. But it doesn't matter, I won't be going outside anyway. Nothing concerns me except my master. My master hasn't returned yet. Waiting for my master to come home is one of my daily tasks. It was also the loneliest time of day. Every morning before my mistress left, she would tie me up tightly in various ways. Sometimes she would wear clothes, sometimes she would be naked, sometimes her legs would be together, sometimes wide apart, and sometimes she would stuff one or two vibrators full of batteries into my vagina and anus, leaving them on all day. By the time my mistress returned, I had already passed out from countless orgasms, my vaginal fluids soaking through the two layers of cotton blankets beneath me. Today, although it was just a simple matter of tying my legs apart in an "M" shape, and nothing else was inserted into my vagina, my mistress had given me two large cups of orange juice mixed with her urine before leaving this morning. She even jokingly told me that I could only urinate in front of her after she returned, and that if I urinated on the blankets on the floor when she came back, she would make me have an enema before she returned. The feeling of being tied up and waiting all day after an enema was unbearable. Enemas are supposed to be a comfortable thing, and my sister and I both enjoy them and do them almost every day. But if you hold it in for too long, it's a different story. My stomach hurts like it's being torn apart, and my anus is under immense pressure from my lower abdomen. My muscles are so sore and numb that I can't feel anything. We only did it once, and that day, we even put a plug in my anus. If my sister hadn't come back early, I would have almost bitten my tongue off from the pain. From then on, this "long enema" became a form of "torture" that my owner would use to punish me. Today, instead of an enema, it was a urine-holding session. I drank two large glasses of water. It was fine in the morning, but by noon, the urge to urinate came rushing in. I held it in until the afternoon, and my bladder felt completely full of urine, swollen and distended, as if a balloon had been stuffed into my stomach. My urethra was bright red and twitching uncontrollably. All her strength was focused on her lower abdomen, fighting against the urge to urinate. Her teeth were clenched tightly, her pale lips trembled incessantly, and sweat poured down her body. She silently calculated the time, knowing her sister would be back soon; victory was in sight, and she kept encouraging herself. Finally, her master returned. A series of hurried footsteps came from the doorway, the sound of someone running downstairs, growing louder as they approached. This sound was the most familiar and anticipated sound of her day. With its arrival, her master's daily torment and pampering were about to begin again. Click! The door opened. Her master, bathed in her expectant and adoring gaze, walked in with a smile. This is my master, my sister, a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl in the prime of her life (I'm the same age, of course). She exudes youthful energy, naturally beautiful, breathtakingly so. Her features are delicate and refined, easily rivaling any female celebrity. She has willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry-like lips, and fair, translucent, soft, and smooth skin. Her eyes are large and bright, sparkling like two shining gems. Her figure is graceful and slender. My master came in, turned, and closed the door. She looked at me, bound and lying motionless on the floor, seeing me sweating profusely and pleading. She couldn't help but laugh. "My little darling, were you going to wait for me obediently today?" "...Ugh...ugh...um...um..." I managed to groan, only a few simple moans escaping from my gag-filled mouth. My master smiled seductively at me for a moment, knowing I was about to burst. "Good sister, wait a little longer, I'm coming!" With that, the master began unbuttoning her clothes, quickly stripping herself naked. The master had always called me "sister" since I was little, and even after becoming my master, she still affectionately called me "sister, sister," never changing her address. When I asked her about it, she said, "You've always been my sister." So, I call my younger sister "master" and myself "servant." And the master calls her beloved pet "sister." The master and I rarely wear clothes; the room is always warm, and apart from the dog collar I wear around my neck, which I never take off, we're completely naked. Once naked, it's clear that my sister and I are indeed twins, splitting from the same egg; we're completely identical, except for a slight difference in our facial features. The master is more lively and spirited, while I am more demure and gentle. However, anyone who sees us can immediately tell us apart; we have one major difference! That is—the master has complete limbs, while I have no hands! Not just hands, my entire arm was amputated! Starting from the shoulder, there's nothing below. Where my arm used to be, there's only a small pink scar, but it's practically invisible unless you look closely. I wasn't born disabled. Before, when my arm was still there, I loved masturbating, doing it every day, but since… Ah! I'll talk about that later! I can't hold it in any longer! I'm about to burst from holding my pee! "Good sister, let me help you remove the gag, okay?" After the master undressed, she came over and knelt down beside me, gently stroking my long, black hair while sticking out her tongue to gently suck up the saliva that had dripped from the gag from my face, licking it clean. Then, the master untied the straps binding the back of my head and removed the gag from my mouth. "...Master...Master..." Finally, I could speak. My little mouth, which had been stuffed with saliva all day, was a bit numb, and I stammered, unable to utter a word. The gag was covered in my saliva, dripping down. My master quickly opened his mouth, catching it all, and then stuck out his tongue to lick the gag thoroughly, sucking up all my saliva and savoring it. "Master!...I...I...Master...I need to pee!" I pleaded with my master, my face flushed with embarrassment. As my master's spirit and pet, I couldn't relieve myself without orders. "Please, Master...let me pee..." I had been holding it in all day, and although saying the word "pee" was incredibly embarrassing, I really couldn't hold it in any longer! "Hehe, sister, you've been holding it in all day, you're about to burst, aren't you!" My master grinned lewdly, not at all like a nineteen-year-old girl, but more like a lecherous middle-aged man. My mistress looked at me for a while, then said, "Alright! I'll let you pee then. But you can't waste it..." To my surprise, she agreed so readily, which put my mind at ease. She probably realized I really couldn't take it anymore. She still loved me very much and would never do anything to make me suffer excessively (except for one or two times), after all, she was my own sister. She helped me sit up straight, without untying the ropes binding me, and leaned in to kiss me, saying, "Okay, sister, start peeing." Then she lowered her head, bringing her face between my tightly bound legs, and opened her mouth to tightly suck on my labia, gently licking them. Her tongue, hot and soft, was inside my labia, constantly wriggling at the urethra. A wave of tingling pleasure washed over my whole body, and suddenly my lower abdomen felt weak and began to tremble slightly. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. The tingling, numb sensation grew stronger and stronger, mixing with the urge to urinate that I was trying to suppress, assaulting my vagina. "...Master, this servant is about to come!" My voice trembled. "...Mmm..." MasterHe hummed softly, pressing his mouth even closer to my vulva, and thrusting his tongue forcefully into my vagina. A surge of pleasure coursed through me, and my body convulsed. A torrent of urine gushed out, rushing into his mouth. Before he could even swallow the mouthful of urine, the pale yellow liquid gushed from the corners of his mouth, splashing onto his pale face, and also onto my lower abdomen and thighs. He greedily sucked on my vulva, drinking down all the liquid flowing from my urethra, the "glug, glug" sounds echoing throughout the room. As he licked my urine, I couldn't help but feel excited; my vagina felt tingly and numb, and my vaginal fluids trickled out, all of which my bladder, which had been holding in all day, finally relaxed. My body went limp on the blankets, as if all the air had been released. Finally, she finished urinating. Instead of swallowing the last drop, she took a large mouthful, raised her head, and smiled at me, winking. I understood her intention perfectly. Meeting her approaching cherry lips, I struggled to offer my rosy cheeks. Our four bright red lips pressed tightly together. She slowly transferred the urine from her mouth into mine. It was salty, with a slightly musty taste—delicious! I sucked hard, not wasting a single drop. I then stuck my tongue into her mouth, carefully licking every corner, greedily savoring the saliva mixed with her own urine. Knowing I enjoyed it, she coughed, cleared her throat, and filled her mouth with saliva, shoving it, along with her tongue, into my mouth. Two soft, sweet tongues intertwined and nibbled, both submerged in a mouthful of slippery, sticky fluid, rubbing and teasing each other incessantly. Since my arms were amputated, my whole body seemed to have become more sensitive. Just being sucked and kissed by my master like this sent waves of pleasure through me, like having sex with my tongue, making my whole body tremble slightly. After I swallowed the saliva in my mouth, my master withdrew his tongue and licked my face. His tongue, covered in sticky saliva and urine, roamed all over my face, warm and incredibly comfortable! My master gently stroked my eyelashes and eyelids with his tongue. I gently opened my eyes so that his tongue could gently lick my eyeballs. My eyeballs were directly licked by his tongue, a sour, itchy feeling that was so comfortable. Urine and saliva mixed with my tears, sticky and clinging to my pupils, making everything look blurry. I couldn't help but moan, "...Master...ah...it's so itchy...ah...ah...Master...this servant...feels so good...ah...my eyes are so itchy...ah...ah...ah...my tongue...so slippery...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...ah..." My whole body trembled slightly, and the lustful fluid in my vagina kept flowing out. My two tender labia twitched open and closed. My master casually sucked on my face, licking my eyes, nose, ears, and everywhere else several times, leaving them sticky with saliva. My skin was particularly sensitive, and under my master's licking and playing, my face was now burning red, and a heat surged throughout my body. My vagina was numb and itchy, and the lustful fluid flowing out ran down my thighs, splashing a large patch of cotton on the quilt. Just from licking and kissing, my master had already brought me close to orgasm. My mistress nibbled at my soft, white ear, chuckling softly, "Sister, it feels good, doesn't it! Now it's your turn. I've been holding it in all afternoon..." She chuckled. I knew exactly what she was going to do, my face flushed with embarrassment, but my heart pounded with excitement. "...Yes...this servant...will serve you, mistress," I gasped, my eyes filled with longing and anticipation. Since I had no arms and was bound, I couldn't stand. So, my mistress untied my ropes and helped me kneel on the quilt. I knelt with my legs together, my buttocks resting on my feet, lifting my head and arching my back. My mistress stood before me with her legs apart, her vulva pressed against my face, her urethra facing my open mouth. I stuck out my tongue and kissed her labia deeply. Her taste wafted from my tongue, a little sour, sweet, with a hint of the fishy smell of urine—I loved that taste of hers! "Sister! I need to pee! Get ready," the master said. "Yes! Your servant is at your service, master," I replied, opening my mouth wide in anticipation. Then, with a "whoosh," a warm stream of water rushed into my mouth. The slightly salty urine splashed down my throat, filling my mouth, which I quickly swallowed mouthful by mouthful. For someone who hadn't drunk water all day, the master's urine was like sweet nectar. As this scalding torrent flowed down my esophagus into my stomach, my whole body was immersed in waves of irresistible pleasure, my vagina spasming. Because I had no arms, I couldn't hold the master tightly, nor could I let her urethra touch my mouth. So, much of the master's urine ended up on my face, splashing all over both of us, washing away the saliva that the master had just licked on my face. However, my master seemed to enjoy bathing me like this, always deliberately not aligning my vulva with his, letting my entire body be bathed in his urine. The urine flowed down my smooth skin, over my neck, breasts, and lower abdomen, all converging on my trembling vulva and buttocks, then dripping down my thighs onto the blankets. Pleasure, like this golden river, flowed over my entire body, as if every pore was submerged in this torrent, every inch of my drenched skin becoming a genital, transmitting indescribable pleasure! After my master finished urinating, he brought his vulva close to my mouth, making me lick the remaining urine clean with my tongue. I sucked on his labia, inserting my tongue inside, gently stirring, and a sticky liquid flowed out, quite different from urine, a little sour, slippery and greasy. I knew it was my master's vaginal fluid. I served my master even more diligently; making him happy was my greatest happiness! Soon, my mistress began to moan under my licking and sucking. "...Ah...ah...sister...so good...so comfortable...ah...ah...deeper...ah...good...ah...so comfortable...ah ah..." Listening to my mistress's soft moans, I felt waves of warmth in my heart, and intense pleasure surged through me like an electric shock. Both my mistress's and my vaginas were overflowing with vaginal fluid. If I still had fingers, I would definitely have been unable to resist thrusting them deep into my vagina...I really miss the days when I still had my arms. Now, I could only squeeze my legs together, twisting and rubbing back and forth to soothe my constantly twitching labia and vagina, which felt like they were being roasted by fire. After enjoying herself for a while, my mistress saw that my eyes were glazed over, and I was panting heavily, almost unable to breathe. Suddenly she stopped, smiling, and said to me, "Sister, I'm not finished yet, let's continue... okay?" Hearing this, my face burned even redder. I lowered my head and whispered, "...This servant obeys Master's orders, please do as you please..." Although we do it every day, I still can't bring myself to say what "do as you please" means. After all, I'm still too shy. My sister smiled and helped me sit down, then stretched her legs over my face, tightly clamping my head between her thighs. I tilted my head back, my red face nestled in Master's cleft. At this moment, my little mouth was facing Master's anus, which was covered in vaginal fluid and urine, smooth and slippery. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked it, then opened my cherry lips and kissed it. I sucked on Master's anus, pushing my tongue inside as well. With my caresses, Master's anus began to tremble slightly, and lewd moans continuously escaped from Master's mouth. My tongue was trapped inside my master's anus. With each contraction and relaxation of her anus, my tongue pressed tightly against it. The strange pleasure made me even more tense. The peculiar smell from her anus wafted over, and I greedily sucked, not wanting to waste a single drop, my heart filled with a sweet, blissful feeling. Finally, I felt something wet and soft inside her anus pressing against my tongue. A surge of excitement spread throughout my body. "...Mmm...mmm...mmm...uh...uh..." My master hummed through her nose. I knew she was straining, trying to forcefully expel the stool from her lower abdomen. Her anus opened little by little, and I quickly pressed my mouth even closer to it, sucking desperately. My master felt my licking of her anus, and sticky, lustful fluid flowed continuously from her vulva, which was pressed against her face. Then, a warm, soft mass of stool slowly squeezed out of her anus, and the fresh smell of feces instantly filled the entire room. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, gently taking in the lump of excrement emerging from my master's body, slowly licking and sucking it with my tongue. Both my master and I were now burning up, covered in fragrant sweat, trembling uncontrollably, and our vaginal fluids were flowing even more profusely. As my master's excrement poured into me...The soft, slippery substance clung to my tongue in my mouth, instantly sending a tingling, pleasurable sensation up my vagina. After a spasm, a torrent of vaginal fluid gushed out. I knew that simply sucking my master's urine and feces had already brought me to orgasm! I gently closed my hazy eyes, savoring the afterglow of the climax, letting my master "irrigate" me as he pleased. My master's feces kept coming out of his anus, gradually filling my mouth completely, then overflowing from the corners of my mouth, piling up on my face, mixing with the saliva, urine, and vaginal fluid on my lips, slowly flowing down my cheeks, neck, and onto my full breasts. The feces tasted strange, with a slightly bitter flavor, but I liked anything my master produced; I didn't find it disgusting at all. My master always made me hold it in my mouth, but wouldn't let me swallow it, saying that feces and urine were different, and that eating too much would be bad for my health. But every time I held my master's feces in my mouth, I would slowly melt it with my saliva and secretly swallow a little. It felt sweet and warm inside. My master had finished defecating by then, piling up all over my face and flowing all over my body. A large, sticky patch also clung to my master's buttocks and thighs. It was yellowish, thin, wet, and soft. My master, panting softly, squatted down and sat next to me. She reached out and gently wiped the feces off my face, cupping them in her hands, and said with a smile, "I'm done. Come on, sister, you can spit it all out now..." I lowered my head and spat the feces from my mouth little by little into my master's hand, suddenly feeling a pang of reluctance. My master, holding a handful of feces, smiled and began to gently and carefully smear it all over my body. The warm feces felt soft and smooth on my skin, incredibly comfortable. My master smeared it all over me—my breasts, lower abdomen, navel, and a thick layer on my thighs and buttocks. I sat obediently, motionless, letting my master arrange my body as he pleased. The warm, pungent smell of feces filled the room, not particularly foul, but rather comforting. Moreover, for us, no matter how expensive or high-end the perfume, it couldn't compare to the fragrance emanating from our own bodies at that moment. My master stained my entire body a pale yellow, his feces-covered hands roaming over my skin, caressing every inch of my delicate skin. Whenever his nimble fingers reached my sensitive vulva, I would clamp my legs tightly around his hands. Unable to masturbate, I craved his favor even more, and couldn't bear to see him pull his hands away. He smeared all the feces on my body, then said nothing, simply embracing me and kissing me. Our lips met, sucking each other's saliva, our small, fragrant tongues, covered in feces, intertwined and writhing. Our two small mouths were pressed tightly together, and we both breathed deeply into each other's moist breath, afraid of missing even a drop. Our master pressed her entire body against us, our naked bodies pressed close together, the warm, sticky urine and feces moistening our delicate skin, the pale yellow fragrance permeating our soft bodies. Our master's arms encircled my back, holding me tightly, our two pairs of firm, full breasts squeezing and rubbing against each other, our hard, bright red nipples also soaked in the feces and urine, constantly rubbing and twisting. This sticky mixture of excrement and urine seemed to have a life of its own, gently caressing our entire bodies. Our four long, smooth legs intertwined and wriggled, allowing our moist vulvas to unite even more intimately. Our trembling labia and swollen clitoris were pressed together, rubbing and ravaging each other. Our juices flowed continuously, lubricating our delicate bodies. My master and I were gradually becoming delirious, driven only by instinct, greedily draining each other of endless pleasure. Indescribable joy filled our bodies, warm tenderness drawing our souls closer, and the air thick with a sensual atmosphere, gently enveloping us. Finally, we reached climax together, the intense pleasure stimulating every cell in our bodies. We could feel each other convulsing and trembling. Our juices surged forth, merging together, trickling down our thighs and buttocks onto the blankets beneath us. My master embraced me, lying quietly together, savoring the pleasure and comfort of our climax. Neither of us wanted to separate, feeling each other's warmth, remaining motionless in this tender embrace. Only the ticking of the wall clock echoed in the room. We cuddled for a while longer. Then, my master pulled me to sit up. We gazed at each other, both covered in excrement and urine, and couldn't help but giggle, our hearts filled with satisfaction and joy. "Sister, did it taste good?" "Mmm...it was wonderful..." I answered, blushing. After a moment's thought, I added, "...Thank you, Master, for rewarding your servant..." Hearing this, my master happily hugged and kissed me repeatedly. Next, my master casually picked up a blanket and gently wiped the grime off us. He then had me crawl to sit somewhere else, rolled up the blanket and the quilt we had soiled, and piled them in a corner to be washed together on the weekend. My master helped me sit against a pile of pillows, letting me rest for a while. I knew my master was going upstairs to prepare dinner for both of us. Since I never left, my master took care of all the cleaning and cooking. My owner goes to work every day, and after coming home, she has to do housework and play with me. She works so hard, and I always feel a little guilty. But my owner says that taking care of her pet is her duty and never lets me interfere. "Sit still, I'll go get some food." After saying that, my owner stood up and walked to the door. I saw my owner reach for the exhaust fan and quickly called out to her, "Ah! Master... wait a minute! I..." My owner turned around, wondering what I was going to do. I was a little embarrassed, but I still blushed and said to my owner, "Master, please turn on the exhaust fan in a little while. I... I... I want to... smell it a little more." By the time I finished speaking, my face was already as red as if it had been roasted. My owner's face also turned slightly red with embarrassment. She seemed quite touched, and her eyes were a little moist. She smiled and said to me, "Alright then, you can smell it here by yourself for a while longer. I'm going upstairs." She turned around, opened the door, and went out. I watched my master close the door, then quietly lay there, half-reclined, waiting for his return. The room was filled with our combined scents, a lewd aroma permeating every corner, warming me completely. I quite liked this smell; the stench of feces didn't bother me at all, a mixture of my master's and my own body odor—the smell of sweat, saliva, our urine, feces, and even our bodily fluids. It smelled strange, but my heart felt warm and incredibly comfortable. I looked around our room; the quilts, blankets, and pillows were all stained with pale yellow stains, marks of our years of play. These faint stains, for some reason, could never be completely washed away. Neither my master nor I seemed to care, and I didn't want to clean them completely. My master said that sleeping wrapped in such a blanket with me made for a warmer, more restful sleep. Listening to the ticking of the clock, I sat on the soft quilt, quietly waiting for my master's return, my heart filled with happiness. This is my home, our little nest, the beginning of our sweet days. We've been living like this for many years now, I've forgotten the exact time. Since becoming my master's pet, Xingnu, I've never left this place. I'm chained, and without arms, I can't open the door. Besides, I don't want to leave here at all. Even if I did, I would have nowhere to go. This is my home, my refuge. My master prepares my food every day. I used to cook just like my master, and everyone who ate our food said we sisters were born with excellent culinary skills. Now I can't cook anymore; my master "feeds" me. However, my master's cooking seems even better than before. My master says that when you cook for someone you love, you'll cook better for anyone. Hearing this, my heart felt sweet. Since I have no hands, my master has to feed me. However, when my owner feeds me, they never use chopsticks or a spoon. They chew the food themselves, bite by bite, and then spit it into my mouth mouth-to-mouth. Eating like this is incredibly comfortable for me. Every bite of food is mixed with my owner's saliva and goes into my mouth; it's fragrant and soft, and I don't even have to chew it myself. When my owner goes to work, they usually tie me up and place a food bowl next to me, putting my lunch in it. Sometimes they'll even urinate in it to soften the food so I can climb down and lick it until I'm full. I also relieve myself in this room.Most of the time, it's like what we just did. Sometimes it's a bit runny, so we use it to coat both of our bodies during intimacy, as a substitute for lubricant. It sticks to our skin, slippery and smooth, and feels really nice to the touch. Sometimes we use dried, hardened dung sticks as dildos, inserting both ends into our vaginas, connecting our genitals, and thrusting back and forth until we reach orgasm, until they soften from being soaked in our vaginal fluids and dissolve in our uterus and vagina. Sometimes we also dissolve feces with urine and saliva for enemas, filling my anus and burning my lower abdomen, finally spraying it all over both of us and the house, sticky and gooey. Anyway, my excrement is used up in lewd play. Sometimes, our master will store our urine in a large bottle for other purposes. And what are these "other purposes"? Well, they're for bathing me. Since I never leave this basement, and I don't have arms or legs, I obviously can't shower in the bathroom. My owner always washes me. She also wants me, as her pet and Xingnu, to always maintain the unique "scent" of my sister and me. Therefore, I never bathe with plain water. Every few days, she mixes our accumulated urine with a little warm water in my food bowl, fills it to the brim, wets a towel, and gently wipes me clean, scrubbing my entire body several times to remove the dirt and stickiness that have accumulated on my skin over the past few days. Then, she uses the remaining urine to clean my hair. She first drinks a large gulp from the bowl, holds it all in her mouth, lifts her head, and sprays it evenly onto my hair. She then soaks a comb with urine and gently combs my long hair. Nourished by this urine, my smooth hair becomes even blacker, shinier, and more beautiful. (Perhaps urine has a conditioning effect on hair.) After my master washes me, my skin feels even softer and more delicate. A unique, refreshing scent wafts from me, a smell that both my master and I love. No soap or shampoo can compare to this girlish fragrance. (That's what my master says; I've long forgotten what soap and shampoo smell like.) My master and I sleep together every day. The room is full of pillows and blankets; I can just roll around and crawl into bed. Every day, after we've played until we're tired, my master holds me tightly in his arms, covers me with a blanket, and we fall into a deep sleep together. Sometimes, my master will play tricks on me, tying me up tightly with rope, gag me, inserting several vibrating eggs into my vagina and anus, and then deeply inserting a thick, long dildo into me, turning it on to the highest setting. Then, she just left me there, acting like nothing had happened, and went to sleep next to me. I couldn't sleep a wink all night, tossing and turning, having countless orgasms. But my mistress, like me, didn't sleep a wink either. I knew she was hiding under the covers, secretly watching me masturbate incessantly. Besides eating, bathing, and sleeping, all I did every day was wait for my mistress to come and play with me, or to "discipline" me. Usually, my mistress's discipline was quite ordinary, usually using ropes, whips, candles, vibrators, and the like. I loved the feeling of being whipped by my mistress. She never let me get hurt, but she kept stimulating my skin with pain, though she never left any welts on my buttocks. Once bound, I couldn't resist at all, and could only let my mistress rape and humiliate me as she pleased. But I didn't feel any unease or fear; on the contrary, being bound and unable to move made me even more eager for my mistress's discipline. The whip cracked and fell, each sharp, burning pain followed by the thought of where the next lash would strike. Just thinking about it made me unbearably tense and excited, and my juices flowed incessantly down the rope binding my vulva. My master and I both loved using vibrators. My master frequently bought all sorts of adult toys from health product stores; there were at least twenty or thirty different types of dildos in the house alone! Under almost every blanket, there were three or four of varying sizes and thicknesses, ready to be used at any time. In addition, there were all sorts of vibrating eggs and vibrating balls, big and small, round and flat, all kinds of shapes and sizes. My master also bought an inflatable doll for men to release their sexual desires; it was about my size and looked strange. He said it was to keep me company, and we often slept tied together. Usually, it was tucked under the blankets, and when we used it, a double-headed dildo was inserted underneath, one end into the doll and the other into my vulva. Although it feels strange, I don't have hands, so using them for masturbation is actually quite nice. When my master sees I'm free, he reads novels and stories to me. He has a laptop and often downloads a lot of pornographic videos and novels from the internet. I can't read them myself, so he sits on a pile of pillows and blankets, puts the laptop on his lap, and reads them to me one by one. At this time, I will obediently lie down beside my master like a kitten, lying on the blankets, licking my master's beautiful feet. I lower my head and kiss the insteps of my master's feet, licking my master's snow-white and pink soles. My master's slender little feet are extremely beautiful, crystal clear, soft and smooth, as if they were exquisitely carved. I would take each of my master's tiny, delicate toes into my mouth, licking and sucking them, my tongue exploring between their toes. After not bathing or washing her feet for days, a faint scent of foot sweat would emanate from her soles and toes—it smelled so comforting, and the salty, sour taste in my mouth was irresistible. My master also enjoyed this "serving," always placing one foot in my mouth while the other stepped on my head, gently stroking my hair and face. My master and I both loved online novels; she always learned new knowledge and methods from them to "train" me, almost daily with ever-changing techniques! There were all sorts of strange and wonderful methods of torture, but I didn't care at all. I belonged entirely to my master; let her do as she pleased! This was our daily life. I felt no dissatisfaction, nor did I feel any misfortune. On the contrary, this kind of life was the greatest happiness and fulfillment for us! No matter how my master rapes, humiliates, abuses, or imprisons me, I will only repay her cruelty with my submissiveness and boundless love, without ever complaining or regretting. After all, she is my dearest sister! I have no arms; that's my only defect, but I have no regrets or worries. On the contrary, I am extremely happy with my current body. Although you could say I'm disabled, I'm perfectly content with being cared for by my master every day. My arms were amputated a long time ago, and it was my master who cut them off! I remember when I first became my master's pet, I was always throwing tantrums, deeply dissatisfied with being imprisoned by my own sister. Back then, we were just ordinary lesbian sisters, newly introduced to SM. My master enjoyed locking me up and abusing me, and to please my sister, I always obediently followed her orders. But as time went on, being locked up alone in the room all the time became boring. I would often argue with my master, wanting to go out. I remember one day, my sister and I had a huge fight. Our mistress absolutely refused to let me leave. She said my body belonged to her forever, that only she could see and touch it, and no third person was allowed to see me. She said if I went outside and someone else saw me, it would be disloyalty and betrayal. I felt a warm glow inside, but I was also confused. I told my sister that I wasn't going to find a man, that going out for a stroll or buying things was fine, but our mistress wouldn't allow it. Eventually, she burst into tears. I've always been most afraid of my sister crying, and I was deeply moved. I knew our mistress kept me locked up out of love for me, because, as she said, I would belong to her for life. I think we had already fallen deeply in love even back in our mother's womb! No matter what happens, I will never be separated from my sister. I understood that if I stubbornly refused and insisted on leaving, my sister wouldn't stop me, but that would make our mistress very sad. We are twin sisters. Some say twins have a telepathic connection; I don't know if it's true, but I know that every time I go out, my owner feels a heart-wrenching pain. I can sense her sadness and understand her feelings. I remember that day when she moved the television to my little room to keep me entertained. She was at nursing school, and I watched TV all day. Perhaps because it was in the basement, the picture was blurry. I didn't know why at the time and thought the television was broken, so I tried to fix it myself. Little did I know that televisions are different from ordinary appliances; they carry high-voltage current and require a licensed repairman to disassemble and inspect them.I used the spoon and fork I had to unscrew the screws and open the casing. Inside, it was densely packed with electronic parts. Thinking it was a problem with the picture tube, I foolishly reached out to touch it. Suddenly, a spark flashed, and both my hands were struck by an electric current! The high-voltage current coursed through my entire body! I was slammed against the wall, my whole body numb, and I couldn't feel my hands. I trembled as I moved my body away from the television. I only fainted from the pain when my owner appeared in the doorway, his face filled with terror. I quickly woke up to find myself lying down, the broken television already gone. My owner was wiping my body, tears streaming down his face. My arms, starting from the shoulders, were turning black. My owner and I were both medical students; we both knew these arms had to be amputated. My owner wanted to take me to the hospital, but then I hesitated. For some reason, I suddenly didn't want to leave this place anymore, and I didn't want the doctors and nurses to touch my body with their dirty hands. I told my master I wasn't going to the hospital. Since it was already like this, I figured my master could just amputate it himself! My sister, of course, wouldn't listen, scolding me for talking nonsense, saying how could I not go to the hospital? Such a major surgery couldn't be done by one person alone! Especially not by an intern. At first, my master wouldn't listen to anything I said, until I told her: my body and life belong to my master forever; only my master can see and touch me, and no third person is allowed to see me. If I go outside and others see me, it's disloyalty and betrayal. I'd rather die here than live like that! Besides, I'm covered in feces and urine; if others see me, we'll be too ashamed to even get medical treatment. My master didn't know what to say, just watched me cry incessantly, tears soaking her clothes. My master hesitated for a long time, seeing that my injury couldn't be delayed any longer, and finally made up her mind! My master brought a full set of equipment and scalpels from the school. While I was being anesthetized, my owner told me that if things didn't go well, she would never live alone again. She would cut her own wrist artery with a scalpel and never be separated from me again! Tears welled in our eyes, but I wasn't afraid at all. I completely entrusted my life to my owner, and my heart warmed as she gently kissed me until the anesthesia made me lose consciousness. I wonder if God was moved by our "strange" love and blessed me, because my owner actually completed such a major operation all by herself! And in such a place. When I woke up from the anesthesia, my shoulder was wrapped in thick bandages. My owner lay quietly beside me, fast asleep, a peaceful smile on her face. I knew the surgery was successful. Now, my owner was a surgical nurse, working and earning money every day. And I was still my owner's pet, her Xingnu, only more obedient and compliant. No matter what my owner asked me to do, I wouldn't resist in the slightest. I lay on the thick pile of blankets, waiting for my owner to come back with dinner, reminiscing about the past, feeling a sweet warmth in my heart. I believe that my master and I will live like this forever. I will quietly wait for my master's favor in this little house filled with blankets and pillows every day. No matter what happens, we will never be separated! It has been like this since we were eggs, and it will continue to be like this in the future.

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