The Sex Slave Life of a White-Collar Beauty

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I, once a proud white-collar worker, am now her lowly pet and slave; she, once my boss, is now my noble master and queen, and all of this stems from my innate human greed.
I graduated from a prestigious university, intelligent and diligent, with excellent academic performance and a appearance and figure that would make any girl my age envious. After graduation, I was hired by a private company as an accountant. The company's female CEO, Yu Lina—who is now my master—greatly appreciated my talent and promoted me to the position of financial director in just one year. It all seemed so natural that I didn't realize it might be a trap she had set. She trusted me so much, entrusting me with all the financial power. I discovered so many financial loopholes; with just a little manipulation, I could have embezzled public funds for private gain.
I tried to restrain myself with my conscience, but conscience is so fragile in the face of greed. I am a young and beautiful girl, and also quite vain. I need all kinds of high-end cosmetics, luxury clothing and jewelry, and to frequent all kinds of high-end places. I also want to own my own car and house, all of which require money. Desire finally broke through the barriers of conscience, and I began embezzling company funds to speculate in stocks. That year, the stock market crashed, and I lost a fortune. Desperate, like a gambler blinded by greed, I continued embezzling company funds to invest in real estate in hopes of making a comeback. Unexpectedly, the real estate boss in the sector I invested in was a fraud. After the scandal broke, he was imprisoned, and the money of us homeowners vanished without a trace. I embezzled over 6 million yuan from the company—6 million yuan! Enough for a death sentence or life imprisonment.
My boss, in fact, already possessed all the evidence of my financial crimes. Like a cunning hunter setting a trap, she began to close the net and confront me. In her office, she brought out the accounts and confronted me with everything. Only then did I discover that she had made backups of every single transaction, leaving herself a backup plan. The evidence was overwhelming. If she handed it over to the police as evidence, I would undoubtedly face certain death, or at least my life would be ruined.
I was stunned, dumbfounded. Thinking of the terrible fate that awaited me, thinking of my parents who had raised me with such hardship while I was far away in another city, I was terrified and filled with unbearable sorrow. I pleaded desperately, begging her to have mercy and give me another chance. I promised to repay the debt to the company, even double or triple it. She kept shaking her head, a cold smile on her face, her eyes filled with contempt and an expression that was hard to decipher—a mixture of smugness, hatred, or perhaps regret.
Right in front of me, she picked up her phone and dialed 110. I didn't care about anything else. I grabbed her hand holding the receiver (only then did I realize how strong this female boss was; I couldn't budge one of her hands even with both of mine), and knelt down before her, sobbing, "President Yu, I beg you! If you call the police, my life is over! Please, give me a chance! I'll do anything to repay you!"
Her movements paused slightly, she looked at me for a moment, and her expression slowly softened, becoming a half-smile. She looked down at me kneeling at her feet, lifted my chin with one hand, and said, "Are you really willing to be my slave?" I nodded vigorously. As long as she didn't hand me over to the police, there was still hope for my life. She glanced at me sideways, a mocking smile on her face, and said,
"Normally, in a situation like yours, if you were handed over to the police, you'd get either the death penalty or life imprisonment. Even if you don't get life imprisonment, you'd still get at least ten years, right?" I nodded.
Yu Lina pursed her lips and continued, "Then let's do this. Rather than you going to jail, I'd rather punish you myself. You'll come to my house and be my slave for ten years so I can vent my anger. Didn't you say you were going to be my slave? As long as you're my slave for ten years, you'll only owe the company a purchase order, how about that?"
I was stunned by her suggestion. I never dreamed she would make such a condition. "But...but Ms. Yu, you...you won't let me go out to work...how am I supposed to earn money to pay...pay you back?" I stammered.
Yu Lina chuckled, "Six million might be an astronomical figure for you, but it's nothing to me. However, what I hate most in my life is being deceived and betrayed..." A flicker of resentment and sadness crossed her eyes, but then she glared at me intently. "I trusted you so much, gave you the chance to rise above others, but you betrayed me. Betrayal deserves punishment. You brought this on yourself. Don't blame me; blame your own despicable behavior!" With that, she raised her hand and slapped me twice.
Having grown up pampered by my parents, teachers, and classmates, I had never knelt before anyone or been slapped. But on this day, I tasted that humiliation...
I was afraid of death. I had no choice; I had to become her slave, or I might face the death penalty. She began drafting an agreement—my indenture. Her long, slender, and fair fingers flew across the computer keyboard. I tried to stand up, but she glanced at me and stopped me with her eyes. Her gaze was full of authority, and because she held my fate in her hands, it became condescending. For some reason, my knees buckled, and I dared not stand up again.
In just a moment, she had typed out two copies of the agreement and handed them to me. The agreement read: "Ling Lexin (my name), having lost her humanity due to betrayal and theft, is ashamed to stand in this world and willingly submits to Yu Lina as a slave, to repent and transform herself into a loyal bitch. The agreement is for ten years. During these ten years, everything belonging to the slave Ling Lexin belongs to the master Yu Lina; she is the master's servant, toy, and pet. The slave Ling Lexin's soul, every organ of her body, every inch of her skin, is at the master Yu Lina's disposal. The master Yu Lina, in turn, must guarantee the slave's personal safety and health. Signatories: Party A__ Party B__."
I humiliatingly signed the contract in Yu Lina's office. She put the contract away, forced me to complete the resignation procedures, and then coldly said to me, "Come with me; I've prepared a place for you to serve your sentence."
She took my hand, and I followed her dejectedly down the office building to the company parking lot, where her white Mercedes was parked. We got in the car, and the Mercedes drove us towards the suburbs. Throughout the journey, I was filled with anxiety, frustration, and regret. Yu Lina would glance at me every now and then, her expression as smug as a hunter eyeing his prey.
After a speeding drive of over forty minutes, we arrived at a villa Yu Lina had purchased in the suburbs. Yu Lina had never taken me here before; surrounded by green mountains, the scenery was breathtaking, a veritable paradise. As the car descended the mountain road, I looked down at the villa. The yard was astonishingly large, easily the size of four or five football fields, separated from the outside world by a several-meter-high wall reinforced with barbed wire. Large, flat, soft lawns dotted the yard with flowerbeds and bonsai. A five-story European-style villa stood in the very center of the yard, stretching for dozens of meters, surrounded by neatly trimmed pines and cypresses. Further away, a swimming pool, tennis court, and other small, exquisite buildings were scattered in a pleasing arrangement.
This woman was incredibly wealthy; she possessed almost everything I could ever dream of. Not only that, she was a recognized beauty in the business world, with countless men pursuing her. Why was she interested in a small woman like me?
What was she planning to do by bringing me here? I dared not think further. As Yu Lina's car entered the manor, several women dressed as servants greeted her at the entrance. One of them, seemingly their leader, stood in front. She opened the car door for Yu Lina, half-bending over her waist, and offered her a hand to help her out. She said respectfully, "Miss is back?" "Yes," Yu Lina replied curtly, turning to me in the car, "Come out."
I hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly opened the car door and stepped out. The several middle-aged women standing beside Yu Lina all turned to look at me. These middle-aged women had regular features and well-proportioned, sturdy figures. They looked like the kind of people who were trained and knew etiquette. But I always felt that the way they looked at me was a little different from what I expected, like housewives picking out ingredients for cooking at the market.
"She's my new slave. You all need to keep a close eye on her from now on," Yu Lina said, pointing at me with her chin. I hadn't expected her to be so blunt in front of so many people. My face flushed with shame, and I instinctively glanced at the maids to see their reaction. To my surprise, the women exchanged a few smiles, seemingly used to such bizarre behavior. This made me even more uneasy. Oh God, where am I? What does Yu Lina intend to do to me? Before I could even process this thought, Yu Lina gracefully swayed to my side and walked up to me, arms crossed, saying, "Take off your clothes."
"Wh...what?" I wondered if I had misheard.
"I told you to take off your clothes," Yu Lina said in an unquestionable tone, then added, "Take off everything!" "Ms. Yu, I...I...please...please...please show...show...show respect...oh no...please don't...please?" I stammered, my words incoherent. Although I had vaguely guessed this outcome beforehand, when it actually happened, I was still panicked, ashamed, and afraid.
"Respect?" Yu Lina sneered, "You are my slave. Do you deserve my respect? You are a thief, a criminal, a criminal who should be on death row! Haha, respect? Bah!"
Yu Lina spat heavily on my face and then slapped me hard twice, left and right. "I'll show you what respect is! Sister Zhang, let her learn our rules here."
As Yu Lina said this, the head maid, Sister Zhang, slowly walked towards me, rolling up her sleeves. I wanted to turn and run, but suddenly I felt a tightness around my waist. A woman had appeared behind me, her hands firmly gripping my waist.
"Ah, no!" I screamed, struggling desperately to break free from the strong hands behind me, but to no avail. I lost my balance and fell to the ground. "Sister Zhang" walked up to me, bent down, and began to unbutton my clothes, her eyes filled with sadistic pleasure. "No! Please, no! No!" I began to sob, tears streaming down my face. I regretted it so much; I shouldn't have let greed cloud my judgment and come to this. But it was all too late. I had become a slave, a slave stripped of my personality and dignity... They skillfully and decisively stripped me naked and dragged me along with Yu Lina towards the main building of the villa...
The building's lobby was very spacious, probably over a hundred square meters, carpeted, with carved beams and painted rafters, and exquisitely decorated.
However, upon closer inspection, the room's furnishings appeared somewhat strange: whips and chains hung on the walls, while odd objects like iron hooks and rods dangled from the ceiling. Unidentified metal and plastic shelves, resembling torture instruments, were also placed along the walls. Yu Lina sat on a high-backed golden chair in the center of the hall, while I was forced to kneel before her with my hands behind my back by two women. Yu Lina grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at her, her eyes flashing with excited yet cold light: "Today I'm going to teach you the first lesson of a slave: what the dignity of a master is!" She nodded to "Sister Zhang."
"Sister Zhang" immediately turned and retrieved a whip from the wall, then had the two women holding me stand upright and lock me to a metal frame.
My hands were raised above my shoulders, as if in surrender, and I was secured to the frame with clamps, my legs also spread apart and handcuffed.
"Sister Zhang" cracked the whip, a smug chuckle escaping her throat, before it lashed down on my bare back. Instantly, my back burned like fire, sending a shiver down my spine. The next few lashes intensified the pain to an almost suffocating degree.
In "Sister Zhang's" hands, the whip was like a nimble, venomous snake, licking at my delicate skin. First my back, then my waist, then my buttocks and hips. I tried to twist my body to avoid her whipping, but there was no room to dodge.
I cried out, sobbing, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Yu Lina watching with great interest, her face filled with lust, as if my suffering brought her immense satisfaction.
The flogging lasted less than ten minutes, but to me it felt like ten centuries, my entire body burning with pain. After being whipped, I was untied and helped to kneel again at Yu Lina's feet.
She gently stroked my face and asked, "Do you submit?" My tears were still wet on my face, and I was still panting. I turned my head away and remained silent. Yu Lina smiled slightly and said, "It seems I still need to help you get into character." She beckoned. Two maids came over and roughly pressed me down onto my back, then pressed a silver stainless steel pipe against my chest.
Four handcuffs were welded to the pipe, with the closer pair on one side and the farther pair on the other. They first secured my hands to the closer pair of handcuffs, then lifted my legs and handcuffed my ankles to the farther pair. Thus, my hands and feet were fixed to the pipe, leaving me in a position with my limbs in the air, legs spread wide, unable to sit or lie down—a position of unbearable humiliation and discomfort.
Yu Lina leisurely enjoyed my disheveled state, her lewd gaze brazenly fixed on my genitals, a flush of excitement rising on her pale face. The maid handed Yu Lina a bottle and a razor. Yu Lina squeezed out some white ointment and applied it to my genitals, gently massaging it in.
The cool, slippery ointment combined with the stimulation of Yu Lina's long, strong hands momentarily blanked my mind and made me dizzy. It took me a long time to recover from the shame and indignation, and I tried to struggle, but it was futile. My position prevented me from raising my arms or legs, or turning over; the struggle only made me look more ridiculous. A maid came over and easily subdued me by pressing down on the steel pipe.
After massaging my genitals for a while, Yu Lina casually picked up the razor and said, "I'm going to shave all your pubic hair. Don't move around too much or you'll hurt your pubic area." She then gently pressed her index and middle fingers against my lips with one hand while shaving with the other.
Soon, my genitals were completely shaved. Yu Lina blew on my pubic area, gently brushed away the remaining hair, and tilted her head to examine it for a moment, seemingly admiring her masterpiece. The maid, as if they had planned it, handed her a shovel. This shovel was shaped like a fly swatter, but the front end was much smaller; more accurately, it resembled a small shovel, with hard plastic covering both ends and a metal frame in the middle.
The maid knelt beside my head, facing my feet, and gently lifted the steel pipe towards her, raising my lower body and exposing it more fully. Yu Lina then picked up a paddle and placed it between my legs, quickly and briefly striking my vulva. Instantly, a sensation of intense pain, itching, and tingling spread through me. I felt utterly ashamed, biting my lip to endure the unbearable torment and humiliation, tears blurring my vision once more. As her frequency and intensity increased, my breathing became more rapid, blood rushing to my face; that area was so delicate, so sensitive.
However, as if adding fuel to the fire, a maid came over, squatted down beside me, and began to caress and play with my breasts, her fingers occasionally pinching my nipples hard. The combined sensations made me feel both burning and weak all over, and I was in excruciating pain.
I couldn't help but groan and sob. But that wasn't all. Another maid came over, carrying two soft-bristled brushes, and began brushing the soles of my feet. This added an indescribable itch to my soles… After a while, my self-control finally reached its limit and I began to break down. I cried out to Yu Lina, begging for mercy: "Please have mercy, Mr. Yu, I can't take it anymore! Please, have mercy on me, please…" "Do you submit?" Yu Lina continued to mercilessly slap my genitals while staring coldly at me. "I submit, I submit, I submit to you, okay? Mr. Yu…"
…Ugh~ “You ignorant slut,” Yu Lina slapped me hard again, making me shudder. “You still keep calling me President Yu. You’ve already signed the contract of servitude. Is this how a lowly slave like you calls me President Yu? From now on, call me Master, okay?” Seeing that I was stunned and didn’t react, Yu Lina repeated in a threatening tone, “Okay?”
“Yes, Yu… oh no, Master.” Seeing that I had given in, Yu Lina finally showed mercy and waved away the maids, saying, “Let her catch her breath.” The maids went to sit down on the sofa next to them to rest, and Yu Lina also sat down again on the high-backed bench. Only I was still lying on the ground with my limbs in the air, my legs spread wide, facing Yu Lina.
Yu Lina looked down at me sternly and said, "As a slave, you have many rules to learn. First, it starts with how you address yourself. From now on, you are not allowed to call yourself 'I,' but 'your servant,' understand?" "Understood, Master," I said, tears streaming down my face.
Yu Lina looked around at the people and said, "You are a slave. Everyone in this manor can enslave you. From now on, when I am not here, the others in the manor will be your temporary masters, understand?" "Understood."
After Yu Lina's torment and humiliation, I had completely lost the courage to confront her and could only submit.
Yu Lina looked up at "Sister Zhang" and said, "Untie her and let her try on the bitch's clothes." "It's already prepared, Miss," "Sister Zhang" said, taking something and walking to my side. She first bent down and unlocked my shackles with a key, then helped me sit up, pressed me down to kneel, and then put the thing in her hand around my neck and locked it. I felt it carefully and realized it was a collar with a chain, locked with a key, which was held by "Sister Zhang".
"Take her crawling around a couple of times, let her get used to it."
"Yes, Miss." "Sister Zhang" kicked my buttocks with the tip of her high-heeled leather boot, her hand holding the chain trembled, and she commanded me in an authoritative tone: "Crawl!" So, I began to crawl around the house like a female dog being driven and led by her master. "Sister Zhang" was holding a whip, which she used to lash my back and buttocks from time to time, scolding me, "Crawl faster!"
The women in the room were also commenting on me, whispering and laughing softly, seemingly gloating and feeling an indescribable pleasure at watching a girl who was once outstanding in appearance being treated like a lowly bitch.
After crawling around twice like this, I was led to Yu Lina and made to crawl at her feet.
Yu Lina stretched out her toes and lifted my chin, saying, "Look up at me." I had no choice but to look up and meet Yu Lina's eyes: she was beautiful, with clear and moving eyes, but her expression was cold and showed no pity. She spoke to me in a very calm tone: "From today onwards, you will learn many rules of being a slave. I will teach you these rules properly later, but today I'll just pick out the most basic ones.
You must remember these well:
First, you are a female dog, and you are absolutely not allowed to walk upright without your master's permission; you can only crawl on the ground.
Second, you must always keep your body naked, and you are not allowed to wear any clothing without your master's consent.
Third, during your time as a slave, no matter what happens, you are absolutely not allowed to wear a bra or underwear.
Fourth, you must receive whipping three times a day—morning, noon, and evening." "You will be given an enema before bedtime every night. Whether you've made a mistake or not, you cannot escape this. These three lashes and one enema are daily reminders of your slave status. If you make a mistake, the punishment will be different.
Fifth, you have no freedom to urinate or defecate. Each time you must urinate or defecate, you must obtain your master's consent and it must be arranged by your master."
These five basic rules of slavery once again deeply shocked me with Yu Lina's coldness and tyranny, and my heart felt like it had fallen into an abyss, immersed in boundless humiliation and sorrow…
Next, Yu Lina led me to introduce the maids one by one. I had to address "Sister Zhang" as "Master Zhang," and "Sister Wang" as "Master Wang"… Yu Lina made me solemnly greet them one by one, while they teased and joked with me, humiliating me with contemptuous language and pinching and touching me all over, treating me like a real pet dog…
Before I knew it, it was almost noon, lunchtime. Yu Lina instructed "Sister Zhang" to take me to wash up so I could serve my masters their meal. "Sister Zhang" led me to the bathroom, ordered me to lie down next to the bathtub, and scrubbed me with the faucet and a brush, like she was bathing a pet. Finally, she dried me off with a hairdryer and then led me to the dining room.
Yu Lina and the maids were already seated. Sister Zhang made me kneel at Yu Lina's feet while they ate and chatted happily, as if I didn't exist. Just as I was in a daze, Yu Lina suddenly coughed and muttered to herself, "I want to spit."
Then, she lowered her head and commanded me in an unquestionable tone, "Open your mouth!" I sensed what Yu Lina was going to do and instinctively wanted to refuse, but when I met her mocking gaze, I lost the courage to resist. I could only reluctantly open my mouth. Yu Lina pinched my chin with her hand, leaned down and brought her fair and beautiful face close to mine, and "pfft" spat a mouthful of thick saliva into my mouth. Then she closed my mouth and said leisurely, "Swallow it!" After watching me swallow her saliva, she stroked my hair and smiled, saying, "Remember one thing: From now on, whatever your master gives you to eat, you must eat it with relish and never waste a single drop. After eating, you must thank your master for the reward. You haven't thanked your master yet." "Yes, this servant thanks your master for the reward."
Under Yu Lina's strict discipline, I felt my self-esteem rapidly slipping away.
Yu Lina and the others ate for about half an hour, and then it was "Doggy's" turn—that is, mine—to eat. Sister Zhang brought over a small bowl filled with rice, vegetables, fish, chicken, and other food. It looked quite appetizing, and after being tormented all morning, my stomach was indeed hungry. The aroma of the food further stimulated my appetite, and my stomach couldn't help but rumble. Yu Lina patted my belly and giggled, saying, "Looks like Doggy's hungry. Hurry up and give her some to eat." Sister Zhang
placed the bowl on the floor in front of me, patted my head, and said, "Eat." They didn't prepare chopsticks or a spoon for me; it was obvious they wanted me to eat like a dog, crawling on the ground. I hesitated for a moment, but remembering the rules Yu Lina had set for me, which I couldn't disobey, I had no choice but to suppress my shame and put my mouth to the bowl to eat.
Yu Lina, as if remembering something, called me to wait, and said with a wicked smile, "Master will prepare something to whet your appetite and aid digestion first." As she spoke, she pulled down her skirt, revealing her snow-white and plump buttocks, squatted over the food bowl, and urinated.
Then, she lifted her skirt, touched my head, and said, "This is Master's holy water mixed with rice. Enjoy it well, and don't waste a drop." I trembled with humiliation, but I knew I couldn't resist Yu Lina; that would only bring greater pain. So, I forced myself to thank her for her favor and began to eat her urine-mixed rice. The strong smell of urine made me want to vomit, but I dared not. I could only swallow large mouthfuls, hoping to finish the meal quickly. But Yu Lina wouldn't let me off the hook. She squatted down beside me, gently stroking my neck and back, smiling maliciously and softly saying, "Little darling, you can't just gulp down the food your master gives you. You have to chew it slowly; it's good for digestion."
Sister Zhang also chimed in, sternly lecturing me, "You have to savor every bite of the food your master gives you. Don't waste it."
"Yes, I understand." Tears welled up inside me, but I had to obediently comply. I tried my best to suppress my nausea and bent down to chew the "uniquely flavored" bowl of urine-mixed rice in small bites.
"Is it good?" Yu Lina carefully examined my expression and asked with a smile. Her eyes held excitement, and her smile deepened. "Quickly answer your master, is the food your master gave you good?" "It's good... very... very good. This... this servant thanks your master for your kindness."
By this time, I had slowly succumbed to this pathetic fate. I hated Yu Lina, but I feared her even more, terrified of her. What could I do? I was a thief. My life and future were in her hands. Now I had no choice but to let her control me. Don't reach out, or you'll be caught. I regretted it so much, but it was too late.
With nowhere else to turn, the servile genes dormant within me were gradually activated, making me involuntarily try to please Yu Lina. I knew that unless I could win her favor and affection, I would live a life worse than death here... After finally
finishing the meal, Yu Lina made me lick the bowl clean, not a single drop of soup or grain of rice was allowed to be left behind. Leaving a single grain of rice would result in ten lashes, and leaving a mouthful of soup would result in twenty. She was truly a strict mistress.
After dinner, Yu Lina took me for a walk. She led me around the garden, and occasionally the servants would greet her, "Miss, are you walking your dog?" The people who spoke would often glance at me, who was lying on the ground, and couldn't help but chuckle. Clearly, I had become their creation, and how could they not be pleased? Yu Lina also laughed happily. Sometimes she would lean down and straddle my back, vigorously rubbing and slapping my breasts and buttocks, laughing, "This little bitch is still quite wild, she needs to be disciplined!" The close physical contact made me feel the strength of this mistress. Although her figure was as graceful as other beautiful women, she had a more athletic and elegant quality: she really had the aura of a queen. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly as I spied on her, while also thinking wildly: perhaps a woman like her was born with the nature to rule and control other women.

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