The lowly slave attended the wedding

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Three days before the wedding, I informed Hui of the date and location.

The entire wedding process and atmosphere were identical to all the weddings I'd attended. It felt like a product
of . I thought I wasn't any different from others—though sometimes I thought I was
different, but was I really? Others got married, so I got married; others had this
kind of wedding, so I had the exact same kind—so I was the same as everyone else. Despite my deep loathing for
rigid , one-size-fits-all things, I still followed everyone else's rules.

The only thing that comforted me was that Hui came to the wedding to give me a gift. She blended in
with the other guests, appearing ordinary and unassuming—her attire and expression were unassuming, yet her
radiance —we seemed to be on the same wavelength, or perhaps it was her submissive nature, but she wore a pair of my favorite black strappy
high-heeled sandals barefoot—I knew she wore them for me. Her arrival finally made me realize that my wedding was
somewhat different from others'. When Yao and I toasted her, she smiled and silently downed her glass of red wine in one gulp, her face
immediately flushing. She then softly said, "Congratulations!"

Three days after the wedding, I turned on my computer and logged into our private QQ account. Hui's message was from the
night of my wedding; the first message was at 11:47 PM.

Hui: "First, greetings to my master!" followed by Hui's usual kneeling QQ emoticon.

Hui: "Congratulations on your marriage, master!" (double happiness QQ emoticon).

Hui: "I wonder if my master is resting, or…?" (shy QQ emoticon).

Hui: "My master is getting married. Huinu's feelings are a bit complicated, I don't know what to feel. But I like this
feeling , it's like my master has been taken away and no longer belongs to me. There's a feeling of humiliation, I'm uneasy, sad and excited at the same time
!"

Hui: "On the day my master told me the wedding date, Huinu drove to the training room in the afternoon to torture herself. I
made a tight turtle shell bondage with thin rubber rope, put on the high-heeled sandals that my master likes, hung on a broken shoe and a sign written by my master, and then
crawled on the ground, experiencing the feeling of being paraded through the streets and displayed, as if I am a mistress who destroyed my master's marriage, being
caught and paraded through the streets, so humiliating, so exciting and thrilling!"

Hui: "Master, this morning, Hui got up, put on the collar and leash, inserted rubber plugs into my penis, and did
my usual morning walk, crawling ten laps on the floor. Master, Hui didn't dare turn on the switch, afraid of stimulating it
. Before going to the hall, I tightly bound myself with a turtle-shell bondage using transparent tubing. I wanted to wear the turtle-shell bondage to
Master's wedding, constantly reminding myself that I am your female slave, and also giving me a sense of being on display in front of everyone. When I
entered , I saw Master's handsome figure in a suit, and I felt Master was so stern. I couldn't help but
feel excited, and then thrilled, so I went to the bathroom and took off all my clothes in the stall, leaving only the turtle-shell bondage and high-heeled sandals. It seemed like
Master was watching me sternly, so I couldn't help but strike various poses." Then she started playing with herself.
Hearing someone come in made her feel even more ashamed and excited, as if she were performing in public! When someone came in, Huinu
dared not touch her vagina anymore, afraid of making a sound. At this moment, she lifted one heel, tucked her knees together, and stood in the
"covering vagina position" that her master liked. At this moment, the two rubber ropes passing through her crotch, due to lubrication and the tucking of one knee,
automatically slid to the sides, just enough to cover her up—a wave of pleasure washed over her, and Huinu trembled all over, but
dared not make a sound. It was truly torture. It was both painful and exciting, and comfortable! When the person left, I started touching my vagina again, and I stopped
when someone came in . Huinu felt like a prostitute forced to be displayed in a glass shop, waiting for a man to choose her. It was so humiliating
and exciting!

Hui: "Because Master said you'd give me a break during the wedding preparations, so I wouldn't be under your supervision,
I dared to abuse myself and play with myself. Master won't be angry, will you? I'm inexplicably
excited

, I just can't control myself! I miss Master all the time, I miss Master's strict discipline, I curse you!" Hui: "After drinking the red wine offered by the mistress, my face was probably completely red. Because of the turtle shell bondage, especially
the two rubber ropes passing through my crotch, I was constantly excited. After drinking the red wine, I felt even more excited and couldn't control myself.
The turtle shell bondage in my clothes reminded me that I was Master's lowly slave, and it seemed like everyone was watching me, seeing through my clothes and
seeing the turtle shell bondage inside, like I was being paraded through the streets. After Master went to another table to offer wine, I quietly came back..."
I went to the bathroom stall. After the wedding banquet, I returned to my master's training room to torture myself. Ever since
my master told me you were preparing for the wedding and gave me a break, I've been playing by myself, but
not even once. I'm saving it

for my master! Hui: "I don't know how well the mistress (sister-in-law) serves my master. I don't know if the mistress understands
my master 's habits and preferences. I'm very worried. If the mistress doesn't serve you well, Hui will serve
my master in her place! Please, master, play with Hui as you please, insult Hui! As long as my master is happy."

Hui: "I won't bother my master anymore! Goodnight, master! Hui kneels and retreats."

I also observed Hui's changes at the wedding. I was wondering why she suddenly disappeared when I went to toast at another table. It turned out
she couldn't help but go to the bathroom. It seems my marriage has greatly affected Hui. This is beyond my expectations,
or rather, I haven't taken her feelings to heart at all—and that's exactly what she wants. Of course, it wasn't
intentional on my part; it's just her nature.

But something made me very uneasy: Qing, Yao's younger sister, had also noticed Hui, observing her
every move intentionally or unintentionally. I knew that unintentional glances were Qing's pretense—she seemed to have sensed the relationship between Hui and me.
I suddenly realized that letting Hui sneak into my wedding might have been a mistake. But letting her leave now
might arouse Qing's suspicion even more. I regretted my impulsive decision to let Hui come—
my initial intention was to train and stimulate Hui. It seems I went a bit too far.

I replied to Hui on QQ: "Is Master satisfied with Hui's performance? You didn't
, very good, very self-aware. Master is satisfied! In the future, when you have the chance, you will also have to serve your sister-in-law,
lick her pussy, drink her urine! You are only fit to drink her urine, you! You are not allowed to play with your pussy anymore, your vacation is over.
Hui, do you understand? Remember?"

Hui and I met online. We didn't live in the same city; she lived in a neighboring city not far away. She
appeared suddenly when I was almost desperate in my search for a submissive, and I've always praised my good luck ever since. A long time ago, a senior
SM practitioner told me that finding a truly submissive woman depends on luck. At the time, I didn't take his
advice , but as time has passed, I've come to realize that it's truly a piece of wisdom—experience always trumps cleverness.
Ming and Imagination!

It was six months after I started dating Hui that I met and fell in love with Yao. Hui was a wealthy only child. Since we established
our master-slave relationship, she had been driving back and forth between the two cities. To have the freedom to discipline and humiliate herself,
at my suggestion, she rented a detached house in the suburbs near my city. The owner of this
house owned an apartment in the city. Hui brought all her long-collected discipline tools to
our secret rental training room in her car. I was astonished when I saw these high-quality tools
; they filled an entire suitcase, containing almost everything imaginable—a truly impressive sight. That night, I
tortured Hui with these tools all night long. She was relentlessly played with until she screamed that she might as well die. Finally, her genitals swelled
to the point of spasm, and she was too weak to get out of bed the next day. She rested in her room for two days before driving home. This experience
was unforgettable for Hui, etched into her heart. My rigorous and intensive training of her was deliberate,
because the initial training was crucial for Hui. It was precisely this strategy that made Hui never want to leave me again. When Hui went home,
I told her to bring several repetitive tools home so she could complete the remote training tasks I had assigned,
thus maintaining control over her from a distance.

I had originally planned to marry Hui, because I couldn't find anyone who understood me better or was more compatible with me.
Unfortunately, this only child from a wealthy family was already engaged. Her fiancé
was studying at a prestigious university abroad; he was a very outstanding, handsome, and sunny young man, and Hui and he were childhood sweethearts. Her fiancé's
father was one of the earliest business associates to follow Hui's father, and the two of them, working together, fought their way to great success in the business world,
becoming the richest man in the neighboring city. Hui and her fiancé have been playing together since childhood. Hui is deeply devoted to her fiancé, saying he's
not like a fiancé, but more like a brother, like an arm she has—she feels nothing when the arm is there, but feels
pain when it's cut off—Hui is a girl who is deeply emotional and enjoys masochism. I once predicted to her that she would be
burdened by love and desire throughout her life.

Of course, I couldn't use all my cunning and schemes to break up this perfect couple. That would not only be unkind,
but would also involve various complex and subtle issues. I couldn't bear to do that to a pure girl like Hui
—the "subtle issues" I mentioned earlier were actually an excuse for my pride—Hui's family background is something I cannot and
dare not offend, and of course, not wanting to hurt Hui is also a real factor. I know that becoming a master-slave relationship with Hui
is playing with fire, but due to my obsession with SM, I am somewhat unable to extricate myself—I can only take it one step at a time.

Hui's fiancé will finish his studies in a year and a half, and then they will get married. The day my fiancé finishes his studies
will be the day Hui and I part ways; I know that day is fast approaching. Whenever I bring up the topic, Hui kneels down and serves me
diligently . She seems unwilling to discuss it, or perhaps she indicates she doesn't care—
but the less she cares, the more she actually cares. She keeps the date of our separation deeply buried in her heart, unwilling to speak of it.

[The End]

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