【Xia Xiaoqing, the Female Slave of Domestic Animals】(Prologue ~ 1)

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【Xia Xiaoqing, the Domestic Slave】(Prologue) My name is Xia Xiaoqing. I was sixteen years old that year, just beginning to experience romantic feelings. I had fair skin, long legs, and was 1.65 meters tall.
But my so-called "coming of romantic feelings" referred to my interest in women, not men.
Strangely enough, at sixteen, I had absolutely no interest in the boys in my class and didn't want to associate with them. I was introverted, and although I was fairly good-looking, most people and teachers saw me as just a well-behaved girl.
However, my grades weren't good because of my somewhat perverse nature. For example, I constantly fantasized about having a female classmate as my master. During class, I could stare at the feet of the girls at the front desks all day long.
Sometimes they wore sneakers, sometimes sandals, and I longed to kneel at their feet and lick them with my tongue.
I often fantasized about these things and masturbated, feeling unsatisfied, completely unsatisfied.
I must be broken.
I am a lowly existence, a pervert living in a female body. I often define myself this way.
Finally, one day I mustered up the courage to search online for information about fetishism and masochism. It turned out that most of these were about women experiencing pleasure from being abused by men, while I actually wanted to be abused by other women and cherished things belonging to the same sex. I was truly a despicable person, something you couldn't even find online.
This further solidified my true nature.
At 16, in my first year of high school, after reading those things online, I learned that some people enjoy being tied up. I did it myself; I could use technology to bind myself, making sure I was completely bound.
I liked binding myself very tightly.
Later, I even added shackles; I really enjoyed that animalistic feeling.
I bought a dildo to insert into my anus, but not my penis; I fantasized about leaving my penis for my future master to penetrate.
I masturbated, applied wax to myself, and did enemas. At home (my parents were doing business in another province), I crawled naked, slept in a dog cage, and shaved my genitals and armpits.
But all of this wasn't enough for me. I had no master; I needed one. This thought formed naturally, but in my student days at Sangang Wuchang, it was incredibly difficult to act on it.
Even if I was perverted enough, who would want a lowly pervert like me?
I've always called myself a pervert. At first, I felt guilty, but later it became as natural as calling myself Xia Xiaoqing.
Of course, I still call myself that when no one else is around.
Many of my new classmates in the first year of high school were beautiful women. Even in their bulky school uniforms, you could still see their stunning figures.
I'm not good at socializing, and I felt embarrassed whenever they spoke to me.
Strangely, a few boys also wrote me love letters—what the hell? I really dislike men.
I forced myself to muster the courage to become friends (in a normal way) with a girl named Mai Li. She was the same height as me, liked to wear sneakers, had long hair tied in a ponytail, truly black eyes, and skin as perfect as jade.
Her family was very poor, but she was extremely confident in every way. She spoke quickly and wasn't exactly a quiet girl. She enjoyed playing sports typically associated with men, like badminton, running, hiking, and catching insects on the mountain behind the school.
I actively participated in her activities, and we became good friends. Because of sports, we seemed to grow taller.
My friend and I became inseparable. To others, we always seemed to be glued together, but in my heart, I already considered her my master.
I vowed to become her livestock slave (this is something I read in a novel online; it's probably the lowest form of slavery). I
always agreed with whatever she said. For example, if she wanted to go shopping for clothes, I would go with her; if she wanted to go to karaoke, I would accompany her (even though I sing terribly). Not only did she sing beautifully, but she was also very pretty. If she wanted to go to the mountains or the park, I would go with her.
I would often unintentionally carry things for her. For example, when we got to the park, I would carry her backpack on my back while holding my own.
If she was sweating, I would buy her popsicles and drinks.
She would always invite me to eat whatever she wanted, and of course, I would pay.
One day, Myri stared at me with his dark eyes and asked, "Why are you so nice to me?" Good heavens, she seemed to sense something was off about me.
At that moment, I didn't have the courage to say it, nor did I know how to say it. I regretted it
so much. I hated myself for being so pathetic; I should have just said it.
My reaction was to shyly turn my
head away, only saying it was because we were good friends. Later, I realized that it wasn't just that I couldn't say it; I was even more worried about what if she didn't want to play these perverted games? Besides, I wanted to be Myri's real slave, not just play a game.
It was so agonizing.
Days passed like this, my heart filled with torment. I felt Myri was becoming more and more beautiful, more and more noble.
My self-harm at home intensified, my masturbation became more and more frequent, sometimes leaving me drowsy during the day. But seeing Myri, thinking of Myri, would excite me greatly, yet I couldn't do anything. I felt like I was dying.
Desire was like gas constantly filling this finite balloon within me.
Finally, one day, I "exploded." It happened when Myri came over to play, while she was watching TV in my bedroom.
I happily smelled her shoes, without letting her know, since the entryway is separated from my room by the living room.
It felt so good. It wasn't perfume, of course, but it didn't smell bad to me. It was the scent of Myri's feet, which I liked, and I felt a sense of peace while smelling them.
Doing this felt as natural to me as a river eventually flowing into the sea.
After that, I frequently invited Myri over, buying her lots of delicious food. She loved coming, and I would almost always find an opportunity to smell her shoes.
After six months together, her sneakers, especially the athletic shoes she often wore in the colder weather, smelled a bit stronger than her summer sandals, which I liked even more.
She seemed to have noticed and gotten used to my compliance, often ordering me things like to get her a bottle of soda. We were quite used to it.
I still didn't dare to tell her the truth.
Thinking back to that summer when we played in the back hills and caught countless grasshoppers, I saw Myri burn them all to death. I guess she enjoys sadism? I really need to make up my mind to confess my feelings to Miley, I told myself.
Miley's birthday is January 11th. That day, I went to an Adidas store and bought her size 40 running shoes. Miley is an athletic beauty, and her feet are bigger than most women's.
I brought them to her as a birthday present.
The party was held at my house. I cooked a lot of dishes myself (I live alone, so I'm quite capable of taking care of myself), and bought a nice cake. Miley accepted it all without hesitation, eating, drinking, and having fun with her friends. She's very popular. Around 9 pm, when they were getting ready to leave, I said to Miley, "I haven't given you my present yet. Could you stay a little longer?" She said, "Just give it to me, why are you being so mysterious?" She seemed a little impatient. But I didn't feel unhappy about her attitude; instead, I felt that this was how she should treat me. I even enjoyed her impatience and disdain.
Miley's friend said, "Your best friend must have something good for you. We're leaving now."
Afterwards, they all laughed and dispersed. Mai Li plopped down on the sofa, lazily saying to Xia Xiaoqing, "What mysterious stuff are you making? All this stuff is such a mess. You're not going to make me help you sort it out, are you?"
From her words, I could sense her indifference towards me, even her contempt.
I knew her and had always used my actions to express what I wanted to achieve.
I took out the Adidas running shoes from the box. When I showed them the snow-white, high-end sneakers, Mai Li liked them very much. She exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know I liked these shoes?"
I knew her tastes well and said, "Mai Li, these are size 40, your size." Mai Li seemed to suddenly realize something and said, "How did you know? My feet are much bigger than other girls', exactly size 40. How did you know?" That's how I pushed myself into a position where there was no turning back.
[Chapter One: The Outburst of Original Sin] My original sin is that I enjoy being abused, abused to the point of being completely broken. I want to be a master's lowly possession, a slave, livestock.
I want to be enslaved.
Like a seed, it was implanted within me from birth until the winter of my sixteenth year, on my master Miley's birthday, when I grew into a towering tree. It was about to receive what it needed; the gears of fate began to turn, and my future was the meaning of my life.
Faced with this question, which I myself had prompted Miley to ask, I had no choice but to answer. This was exactly what I wanted.
I knelt down with a thud and said, "Miley, the answer to this question is that I've been secretly smelling your shoes and watching them very closely, so I know." Miley's body trembled, staring at me in astonishment, speechless.
Her eyes slowly turned contemptuous, even stern. I couldn't meet her gaze and slowly lowered my head.
We stood there, frozen in silence.
I knew I had torn away my last veil of pretense. She wouldn't understand everything, but she certainly knew something… Just like that, ten minutes, fifteen minutes? She suddenly stood up, without any embarrassment, and said, "Xia Xiaoqing, you naughty child, you've made me feel very confused. Let's talk again tomorrow.
You...you clean this place up, winter vacation starts tomorrow, I'll come back to talk to you then." I don't know where I got the courage, but I said, "Sister Mai Li, can I take off my clothes to do these chores? It will be very clean when you come back tomorrow." Mai Li actually smiled and said, "Sure, if you don't want to see me, I'm leaving."
I felt a surge of joy mixed with worry. I was happy that she agreed to let me do this, but worried that she said she didn't want to see me like this.
Mai Li turned her head, picked up the pair of white shoes, put them on without looking back, closed the door, and left.
She looked so beautiful like that, and I could almost smell her scent in the wind.
I took off my clothes and found a pair of leather shackles and handcuffs.
I turned off the air conditioner, opened the window, and cleaned the house like a prisoner on a bitterly cold January night. When I got to my dressing table, I saw myself in the mirror and took a picture of myself. I was completely naked, the only things on my body being handcuffs and shackles.
This seemed kind of fitting for me. After hesitating for a moment, I sent the photo to Mai Li.
Ten minutes later, she replied: "Are you done cleaning? I just got home. You look like this, it scared me. Aren't you afraid I'll send this to other people?" I replied, "I'm not done cleaning yet. Please don't send it to other people. You know, I've fantasized about being your slave for a long time." Myli replied, "I understand now. Many things from before can be connected. You little slut, I quite like you. I know about SM, you didn't expect that, did you?" I was overjoyed and replied, "Will you take me as your slave? If so, January 11th, 2011 will be the happiest day of my life." After sending it, I sat naked on the cold floor waiting for a reply. Half an hour passed without a reply. I was shivering from the cold. I didn't dare move to do anything else; this was the most basic respect for my master.
An hour later, Myli texted back: "Little slut, I'm taking you as my slave. You'll be my slave for life. I just searched for some really fun information online. I believe you've seen it too. I've organized it and will come over tomorrow."
She accepted me! That's wonderful! I jumped up in the cold wind, then knelt down again and earnestly replied to the text message: "Master, I heard your parents are very busy at work. Please treat this place as your home during winter break. I'm so happy to offer myself to you on your birthday."
Myli's reply was abrupt, which I loved: "Don't sleep on the bed tonight. I'll sleep on top of it, and you'll sleep naked on the floor, understand?" I replied even more audaciously, "Master, I have a big dog crate in the bathroom. Can I sleep there?" "Sure, that suits you perfectly, you bitch," I replied, "Release Master." And so ended the first day of my original sin blossoming.

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