June's Book Collection: The Actress's Dog (Complete) Author: Unknown

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Sadomasochism is a surreal performance art, and also a pure romantic literary trend. The relationship between the dominant and submissive sex, and the deepest humiliation it contains, is the essence of sadomasochistic games. All those who cruelly abuse the male protagonist according to the rules of the game are beautiful women. From a psychoanalytic perspective, such literary narratives may have a special aesthetic appeal to marginalized groups.

Tuesday, October 8, 2002, was sunny and springtime. On a beautiful and refreshing morning, Ms. Li Meijuan from the Literature Research Institute called Aoki to her office.

The young female editor was just 29 years old, and Li Meijuan was at the age of elegance and poise. She wore a well-tailored silver-gray suit, with a crimson blouse peeking out from the collar, and lemon-colored high-heeled shoes on her long, slender feet.

In the clear indoor light, this intelligent and beautiful professional woman looked charming and alluring.
Warm, bright sunlight streamed through the window, but in Aoki's inner world, Li Meijuan, dressed in a suit, evoked a cold, alluring feeling.

Aoki was a young photographer who championed a freelance career, and Li Meijuan, a woman from the literary research institute, was his most intimate and romantic lover.

In their independent world, the young and beautiful Li Meijuan always played the role of Aoki's absolute ruler, while Aoki was forever Li Meijuan's love slave. Before her slave, Li Meijuan always employed authoritarian methods, displaying a tyrannical and cruel style.

Aoki had known Li Meijuan for almost two years. During almost every secret rendezvous, Li Meijuan would bring out various homemade torture devices, leaving countless scars on Aoki's body.

And these were precisely what Aoki's heart truly craved.

Of course, when engaging in any extraordinary or special activities, both parties had to clearly define safe boundaries beforehand.
Aoki was a young photographer with masochistic tendencies; he had become accustomed to the severe harm inflicted upon him by his romantic lover. In Aoki's literary world, the cruel abuse of beautiful women is a sweet torment. It is precisely this abuse and torment, including various forms of humiliation, that is the true theme of Aoki's love life.

Li Meijuan knows her lover all too well, and she herself has indeed derived much unexpected pleasure from her absolute dominance over Aoki.

In front of Aoki, she has also developed a dictatorial and autocratic romantic style.

As long as it is within the bounds of safety regulations, no matter how cruel it may seem, Li Meijuan will never hesitate.

This is also an important reason why Aoki falls in love with her.

In the north, May is already the season of spring warmth and blooming flowers.

The pink cherry blossoms have faded, and the trees are full of emerald green leaves. In a quiet corner, the alluring fragrance of blooming lilacs wafts through the air.

Tall maple trees have just sprouted some tender new leaves, their fluffy crowns appearing almost transparent under the backlight, creating a serene and beautiful realm.

The literary research institute, transcending reality, is submerged in a magnificent temperate forest.

In this romantic moment, Aoki obediently knelt in Ms. Li Meijuan's office, his subconscious filled with a strong desire and longing.

He wished his beautiful mistress would immediately unfasten the dark green leather belt around her waist, let Li Meijuan strip him naked, and then let her give him a good, solid whipping on his buttocks—what a wonderful mental pleasure that would be!

This time, Li Meijuan didn't personally undress Aoki.

She wanted him to undress himself today, because this would better demonstrate her authority as mistress. Ms. Li Meijuan believed that since Aoki was willing to be her love slave, she should have absolute control over his personal freedom.

Before the game, Aoki had already signed a slave contract.

He voluntarily accepted Ms. Li Meijuan's manipulation and abuse, and he explicitly hoped that Li Meijuan would boldly exercise her autocratic power as mistress.

Li Meijuan could manipulate her slave without limit.

Aoki had to unconditionally accept all of his mistress's commands.

Even so, Aoki still looked outside worriedly, afraid that their game would be seen by others.
Li Meijuan said, "Hurry up and take your clothes off! No one will come at this time."

The beautiful, romantic woman watched her beloved lover with great interest. She wanted him to undress in her office, and then she would give him a surprise.

Qingmu, however, hesitated, unwilling to carry out his mistress's order.

This was a pre-arranged scenario; Qingmu's hesitation was to give the mistress a good reason to punish him.

Although the two were just playing a dramatic romantic game, they still had to follow strict logic.

At this moment, a cold look appeared on Li Meijuan's face.

She said, "Are you going to take your clothes off or not?"

As she spoke, Li Meijuan lifted her buttocks off the back of the wooden chair, wanting to fully exercise the domineering authority that Qingmu had given her.

Li Meijuan stood up and walked to Qingmu.

Qingmu remained kneeling as before. Li Meijuan bent down and slapped him hard across the face several times.
Li Meijuan said viciously, "Take them off now!"

After saying that, she kicked Qingmu's buttocks hard.

Aoki dared not dawdle any longer. Under Li Meijuan's punches and kicks, he stripped off all his clothes, then knelt obediently on the cold floor, his naked body exposed, under her cruel oppression.
At that moment, Li Meijuan placed her plump, fair hands over Aoki's head, forcefully pressing it down. Li Meijuan took

a sturdy rope from a drawer, twisted Aoki's arms behind his back, and tied them securely. Then, she returned to her desk and sat down again.

She made Aoki move forward.

Aoki, kneeling on the ground, moved forward with difficulty.

Li Meijuan made Aoki kneel at her feet, then stared at his lower body with a smile.
Under the close gaze of his romantic lover, Aoki's manhood changed.

It began to erect, little by little.

Seeing that Aoki's penis had grown to a certain size, Li Meijuan seemed impatient. Before it was fully erect, she stepped on it with her delicate, high-heeled foot.

Li Meijuan stood up again.

Her toes were still on Aoki's penis. Her lemon-colored high heels pressed down on the erect penis, trying to pin it to the smooth floor.

Li Meijuan grabbed Aoki's hair, making him lift his face.

She asked Aoki with a smile, "How was today's show? Wasn't it exciting?"

As she spoke with a smile, she increased the pressure on her foot.

Li Meijuan, wearing high heels, pressed Aoki's penis to the floor. Then, she deliberately rotated her toes, wantonly ravaging the genitals of her love slave.

Li Meijuan was acutely aware of Aoki's limits.

She kept all her actions within a safe and reliable range.

These limits for the torture programs were determined through extensive experimentation and practical experience.

Aoki gazed intently at Li Meijuan's beautiful high-heeled shoe.

Beautiful leather items, worn by a beautiful woman, seemed to possess a special meaning and value.

At this moment, in Aoki's eyes, that lemon-colored high heel had been personified. It was as beautiful and radiant as its mistress.

In the office of the Literature Research Institute, Li Meijuan, wearing the lemon-colored high heel, relentlessly rubbed Aoki's genitals for over ten minutes, finally causing him to completely break down.

A thick, white liquid spurted from his deep red member, dripping onto the polished floor, forming a pool of grime.

Li Meijuan untied the ropes binding Aoki's back and loosened his arms.

She tightened her belt around her waist, then used the rope to whip Aoki's buttocks, urging him to clean up the filth on the ground.

Li Meijuan said, "Open your mouth and lick this filth clean!"

With a series of sharp cracking sounds, Li Meijuan lashed out with the rope whip, violently striking Aoki's buttocks. Her shiny shoes repeatedly kicked at Aoki's back. At this moment, Li Meijuan was particularly harsh on her romantic lover; she wanted to force him to lick the white stains on the ground.

Aoki indeed bent down and opened his mouth to lick the bodily fluids that had fallen on the floor.

Li Meijuan then whipped Aoki's buttocks again with the belt, forcing him to swallow the filth.

Only when all the filth on the ground was cleaned did Li Meijuan stop her vicious beating of Aoki.
She made Aoki rinse his mouth with cold water from a basin.

Then, Li Meijuan pressed Aoki to the ground and tied him up with the same rope.

At this moment, Li Meijuan regained her gentle and charming demeanor. She gazed tenderly at Aoki kneeling on the ground, a feeling of pity welling up from the young woman's heart.

However, she quickly suppressed her inner vulnerability.

Because the game wasn't over yet, Li Meijuan had to harden her heart and put on a fierce expression again. She took out a towel, gagged Aoki, and then kicked him to the ground again.

This time, Li Meijuan unbuckled her belt and used the dark green leather to whip Aoki on the ground.

After the prescribed twenty lashes, Li Meijuan finally relaxed.

She used alcohol swabs to wipe Aoki's wounds and then helped him free himself from his strict restraints.
After the dramatic scene of the game was completed, Li Meijuan let out a long sigh of relief.

She sat down in a chair and gazed at Aoki with adoration.

Aoki, dressed, and out of habit, knelt before Li Meijuan, pressing his pale face against her knees.

The young and beautiful editor wore an elegant suit, revealing a bright red shirt underneath. Her hair was cut very short, and the morning sunlight shone on her clean face, highlighting her smooth, radiant complexion—a bright brown hue.

A faint blush rose to her warm cheeks, a result of the exertion she had just exerted.

Her nose was straight, her lips slightly upturned, and her large, dark eyes were bright and alluring. Li Meijuan wasn't wearing makeup, yet she still appeared bright and charming.

Ms. Li Meijuan gently stroked her lover's dark hair with her delicate, fair hands.

After a moment's rest, she noticed that Qingmu's emotions had calmed down.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, the clever and perceptive Li Meijuan reached out and cupped Qingmu's chin.
She said, "Sister He called yesterday, and she asked me to take you to her place."

Looking at Li Meijuan's beaming face, Qingmu's excitement returned.

He had met Sister He once before, a few months ago, at a gathering at Li Meijuan's house. At that time, Li Meijuan arranged for Qingmu to play the role of a public servant for her beautiful friend, a woman named He Yuying. He Yuying wasn't very young, but she was still quite skilled with a whip.

Qingmu was still immersed in the wonderful memories.

The beautiful woman who liked to play with whips had indeed left a deep impression on him, especially her specially made leather whip, which had created an unforgettable memory in Qingmu's mind.

At this moment, Li Meijuan lifted Qingmu's head and gently patted his cheek with her soft, white hands.

She said, "How about it? This afternoon I'll take you to Sister He's house, and we'll have a good time there all night long."

Qingmu didn't speak.

In front of his mistress, the love slave was stripped of his right to speak.

His only response to any command from his mistress was unconditional obedience.

Suddenly, Qingmu gratefully buried his face between Li Meijuan's legs.

Li Meijuan's thighs were violently struck by Qingmu's thrust, and she seemed startled by the sudden impact. After she understood Qingmu's true intentions, Ms. Li Meijuan reached out and ruffled Qingmu's hair.

After playing with him for a while, she giggled again.

Li Meijuan knew that Qingmu wouldn't refuse her; after all, he was her slave. She also knew that the games arranged by Sister He were always kept within reasonable bounds.

If Qingmu didn't want to, her beautiful girlfriends wouldn't force him. With Sister He personally hosting, they wouldn't do anything too outrageous to Qingmu.

Thinking this, Li Meijuan lightly shook her head.

She quickly racked her brains, starting to design the evening's games.

At this moment, Qingmu took off one of Li Meijuan's high-heeled shoes, and then removed her embroidered white stocking.

Qingmu pressed his lips close to Ms. Li Meijuan's snow-white instep, then moved to between her fragrant toes, followed by a long, passionate kiss.

At this time, the light in the room was still soft yet clear.

Spring was in full bloom, the sun shining brightly. The world outside the window was already a magnificent and enchanting scene.
At dusk, the beautiful and quiet garden courtyard was still bathed in bright sunlight.

A lavishly decorated mail carriage was parked on the tree-lined avenue of the Institute of Literature. It was a prop borrowed by Ms. Li Meijuan from the May Rose Dance Troupe.

To achieve a realistic theatrical effect, they even assigned a young and beautiful actress to play the coachman.

According to the pre-arranged script, Li Meijuan was to use this classic carriage to transport Aoki to Ms. He Yuying's forest villa.

The outdoor air was fresh and pleasant.

The light was soft yet clear.

Li Meijuan pulled Aoki out of her office.

She handcuffed him with cold cuffs, then led him down a few steps and roughly pushed him into the designated mail carriage.

The girl playing the coachman turned to look at Aoki in his handcuffs and giggled.
She was about twenty years old, with a particularly sweet face and a pure, elegant appearance. Her long, black hair cascaded down from her tall black hat, reaching her delicate shoulders.
Li Meijuan settled Aoki in the back seat, tied a rope around his neck, and then sat down beside the captive.

She said, "Let's go."

The beautiful girl from the May Rose Dance Troupe sat up straight, looking every bit the dashing high-class servant.
With her left hand holding the reins and her right hand wielding a long black whip, a sky-blue vest over her white shirt, the youthful and beautiful girl striking a romantic and elegant theatrical pose in the soft sunlight.
Aoki was captivated by the beautiful girl from the May Rose Dance Troupe.

Dusk was falling, the sky dimming.

A dark blue pond lay by the roadside,

its surface shimmering in the gentle breeze. In Aoki's mind, the lush flowering trees along the banks were breathtakingly beautiful.

In this tranquil spring evening, the innocent girl in the blue vest was like a mesmerizing angel, driving a classically styled mail carriage, leading the protagonists of a romantic drama into a mysterious new world.

Ms. Li Meijuan's mail carriage sped out of the Institute of Literature, first traveling west along a quiet, tree-lined path for about ten minutes, then crossing a white stone bridge and entering a densely wooded outdoor garden.
The beautiful girl in the receptionist's uniform drove the romantic prop carriage through an arched wooden fence covered in purple roses
, then north along a flat cement path before turning a corner and parking it in front of an elegant building with a red roof and white walls.

As dusk settled, several lights illuminated the interior and exterior of Ms. He Yuying's villa. Elegantly designed and softly lit, the villa exuded a rich aristocratic atmosphere.

He Yuying was the art director of a cutting-edge magazine.

This beautiful and luxurious suburban villa served as one of their magazine's outdoor locations.

Li Meijuan brought her love slave to Ms. He Yuying's secret hideout, where they were to play a romantic game with sadomasochistic undertones.

The girl from the May Rose Dance Troupe helped Li Meijuan lure the handcuffed Aoki into the dimly lit corridor. They roughly shoved and pushed his captive's body, propelling him rapidly through the winding corridor.

The crisp sound of high heels echoed in his ears, hollow yet beautiful.

Aoki obediently allowed himself to be held captive by the two beautiful women. Deep within his heart, a tender and romantic literary thought arose.

He hoped to suffer even more cruel torture within this tightly sealed, magnificent boudoir.

Li Meijuan had already made arrangements; her beautiful girlfriends were about to enter Aoki's literary vision. They were willing to help the young photographer realize his most extravagant dream.

The dignified and full-figured Ms. He Yuying sat on a lemon-colored leather sofa.

A bright light illuminated this portrait of a modern woman.

She was no longer young, but thanks to years of meticulous care, her skin remained smooth and delicate. He Yuying's face was fair and delicate, her neatly styled hair was jet black and glossy, and her bright eyes were filled with the mature wisdom of a modern woman.

Li Meijuan and the actress shoved Aoki in.

They brutally pushed him down and forced him to kneel at He Yuying's feet.

Li Meijuan grabbed Aoki's hair and pressed his head down, so that, due to this cruel class oppression, Aoki's face was almost pressed against the floor beneath He Yuying's feet.

He saw a pair of ice-green high-heeled shoes distorted dramatically before his eyes; because of the close-up perspective, the sharp points of the shoes seemed to possess an extremely strong piercing force.

In the protagonist's fantasy world, Ms. He Yuying's shoe tips filled the scene.

They viciously kicked in from below, piercing his heart.

For a long time after entering, Aoki was forced to kneel on the floor by the two women. Under their relentless pressure, he could only see the tip of the female protagonist's shoe.

Li Meijuan and the others continued their efforts, and Aoki's neck was about to give way.

At this moment, He Yuying's voice rang out above the male protagonist's head.

She said, "Let him go first."

The two women behind him didn't loosen their grip, but they stopped exerting force. Aoki straightened up, and this time he could carefully examine the beautiful woman before him.

He Yuying was a charming literary figure, still elegant and captivating. In Aoki's eyes, she represented an unconventional woman—intellectually rich, ruthless, and around forty years old.
Moreover, she had to be impeccably dressed, maintaining a glamorous appearance.

Most importantly, she had to retain a romantic youthful radiance when necessary.

In Aoki's literary world, every dramatic character had specific requirements.

This had almost become a strict artistic standard.

The dignified and full-figured He Yuying adjusted her posture on the sofa.

She said, "Meijuan, you've finally brought him here. Have you told him all the rules?"

Li Meijuan said, "Don't worry, Sister He, Qingmu is a disciplined and good slave! My only requirement for him is absolute obedience." He

Yuying carefully examined Qingmu for a moment.

Then, she gently waved her hand.

She said, "Alright, you and Xiaohong take him inside. Give him a good wash first; it's still quite early."

He Yuying remained seated on her sofa.

Li Meijuan dragged Qingmu up from the floor.

Now, the girl from the dance troupe had a name: Cai Xiaohong.

Cai Xiaohong played the role of He Yuying's close friend. Following her senior sister's instructions, she and Li Meijuan took Qingmu inside.

They stripped Qingmu naked in the bathroom and then connected a rubber hose to the faucet.
Li Meijuan operated the faucet.

Cai Xiaohong pinched the hose and used a strong stream of water to wash Qingmu's entire body.

While washing Aoki's bottom, Li Meijuan inserted a rubber tube deep into his anus, filling his stomach with cold water. Then she made him squat over the toilet to thoroughly empty his bowels.
The two women cleaned Aoki's body inside and out. Next, they twisted his arms behind his back and tightly bound him with a rope.

They shoved the tightly bound Aoki and dragged him into Ms. He Yuying's living room.

The two women pressed Aoki's head down, forcing him to kneel before He Yuying.

Ms. He Yuying brought out a long, thin leather whip. Cai Xiaohong straddled Qingmu's neck, pressing his upper body down.

Li Meijuan sat down on the sofa.

She was fascinated by the romantic whipping her beautiful girlfriend was inflicting on Qingmu.

He Yuying stood beside Qingmu, carefully considering the angle, then raised her arm and lashed the solid whip across his waist.

The art director of the avant-garde magazine gave Qingmu a good thrashing with the whip. When she had her fill, she handed the whip to a young actress from the May Rose Dance Troupe.

The slender Cai Xiaohong took the whip from He Yuying and gleefully lashed Qingmu's back.
After about twenty minutes of this, they had left Qingmu's back swollen.

The burning pain seeped into Qingmu's heart.

He Yuying also straddled Qingmu's neck and sat down.

He derived a heretical pleasure from the pressure and whipping of the beautiful woman.

By the end, the beautiful actress was exhausted, her arms aching.

Cai Xiaohong finally stopped her fierce whipping. She stood behind Qingmu to rest for a moment, then kicked him in the buttocks.

The elegant tip of her shoe struck between Qingmu's buttocks.

He derived a fresh pleasure from the actress's humiliating act.

When Cai Xiaohong's other foot kicked again, Qingmu felt ecstatic.
His pleasure reached a glorious peak.

He was so excited that he almost fainted.

He Yuying pulled Li Meijuan up from the sofa.

She said, "Don't just sit there! Since Qingmu is willing, we should have some fun with him."

Cai Xiaohong went over and handed the whip to Li Meijuan.

She said, "Sister Li, I need to rest for a while. Now it's up to you. Senior Sister has been praising your skills to me."

Li Meijuan did not take the whip from Cai Xiaohong.

She lifted her buttocks off the soft leather sofa and walked lightly to Qingmu.

The two women sat down on the sofa to rest.

Li Meijuan began to work on Qingmu's body alone.

She lifted Qingmu's body from the ground and made him stand upright in the center of the room. Then, she tied a thin rope to Qingmu's genitals.

Li Meijuan took off her high heels, and wearing white stockings, she stepped onto the smooth oak floor and tied the two heavy high heels to Qingmu's genitals.

After setting everything up, Li Meijuan slapped Qingmu's buttocks.

She said, "Let's dance for everyone."

He Yuying sat on the sofa, smiling as she watched Li Meijuan humiliate her love slave.

Cai Xiaohong sat next to He Yuying. Qingmu's appearance amused her, and she clapped her hands and shouted enthusiastically, "Dance! Dance!"

Encouraged by their enthusiasm, Qingmu could only sway his naked body a few times.

Li Meijuan stood beside him, clapping her hands, and lightly kept time for Qingmu's dance.

Aoki's steps could never keep up with Li Meijuan's pace; his rhythm slowed more and more until he stopped completely. After standing there blankly for a while, Aoki knelt down again.

Cai Xiaohong's face showed displeasure.

She said, "This is so boring."

Li Meijuan angrily kicked Aoki to the ground, placing her small, sock-clad foot on his neck and squeezing it hard.

She said, "You're so disrespectful!"

Then, she kicked him in the face with her heel.

He Yuying came over and handed the leather whip to Li Meijuan.

She said, "Don't be angry, give him a good beating."

Li Meijuan angrily took the whip and kicked Aoki hard in the stomach. Then, she kept whipping Aoki's face.

After only a few lashes, He Yuying came over and pulled Li Meijuan away.

She said, "That's enough, stop hitting him. Calm down first, we'll let him try something else later, so it won't be so tiring."

Li Meijuan dropped the whip.

He Yuying had Cai Xiaohong take Qingmu to the bathroom to wash his face.

By the time Cai Xiaohong brought Qingmu back to the living room, Li Meijuan's anger had subsided. After all, it was just a romantic game, how could she take it seriously?

Li Meijuan patted Qingmu's face, expressing her sincere apology.

Cai Xiaohong brought Li Meijuan a pair of slippers to wear. Then they untied Qingmu's ropes, leaving him alone in the living room to polish Li Meijuan's shoes.

The three women left the living room and went to the dining room for a late-night snack.

Qingmu knelt on the floor alone, diligently polishing Li Meijuan's high-heeled shoes.

He polished the lemon-colored high heels until they were spotless and shiny.

Then he knelt down and scrubbed the floor of He Yuying's room like a servant.

After finishing her late-night snack, Cai Xiaohong came out of the restaurant alone.

She made herself a cup of hot coffee, took a small sip, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe her damp lips.
The radiant actress leisurely sat down on the sofa, stretched her limbs, and then beckoned to Qingmu.

Cai Xiaohong said, "Come here, polish my shoes too."

Qingmu crawled over. Cai Xiaohong stretched her foot under his nose.

She said, "You'd better clean it thoroughly."

Qingmu picked up a shoe brush and began polishing the high-heeled shoe Cai Xiaohong was wearing. Then, he placed Cai Xiaohong's calf on his knee and carefully wiped it with a clean cloth. Before he

finished polishing the first shoe, he heard He Yuying call from inside the restaurant, "Xiaohong, tell him to come over here. Meijuan is going to give him a good beating."

Cai Xiaohong kicked Qingmu's thigh with the unpolished shoe.

She said, "Go inside quickly, Sister Li and the others are going to give you a beating too."

Then, Cai Xiaohong raised her hand and tapped him on the head. She added, "Listen carefully, I want to watch you crawl in."

Aoki, hands on the ground, excitedly crawled towards Ms. He Yuying's beautiful restaurant, following the instructions of the young actress Cai Xiaohong.

Now, He Yuying's restaurant was Aoki's center of pleasure.

He knew they had prepared an even more exciting torture program there, waiting for him to enjoy.
In the brightly lit restaurant, two beautiful faces were flushed with the effects of alcohol.

Li Meijuan picked up an empty, greasy plate and made Aoki lick it.

He Yuying poured some leftover soup into a half-bowl of rice for him to eat.

Two women forced Aoki to clean up their leftovers.

In this private, theatrical space, the more they humiliated him with the most cruel methods, the happier Aoki felt.

When morning came, it was just dawn.

Cai Xiaohong came out of He Yuying's room and went to the bathroom alone, rescuing Aoki from the deepest humiliation.

The torture game last night had lasted until the early hours.

Aoki had played the role of a shared servant to the three women, who took turns enjoying a queen-like glory. Because they had played so happily, the romantic, lonely women became as beautiful as flowers.

Finally, everyone was exhausted.

They tied Aoki's hands tightly with rope and hoisted his arms to an iron ring hanging from the ceiling.
He Yuying took off her smelly socks and stuffed them into Aoki's mouth.

Li Meijuan struggled to insert a long, thin, purple eggplant into his anus.

Cai Xiaohong, after showering and changing into slippers, took a thin rope and tied her high-heeled shoes, which she had worn during the day, to Aoki's testicles.

After a comfortable nap, the young actresses from the May Rose Dance Troupe paused for a moment in front of the artistic pose they had created.

Aoki's appearance amused Cai Xiaohong again.

The icy green high-heeled shoes remained tightly fastened as before, and because of the poor blood flow, Aoki's penis swelled up like a purple radish.

The eggplant that Li Meijuan had inserted into his anus was still there.

At this time, the sky outside was just beginning to lighten, and the room was still dimly lit—a scene most conducive to romantic fantasies.

Cai Xiaohong, who had just gotten up, hadn't put on an outer garment yet; her underwear was a light rose color, which subtly concealed her slender, fair figure. A pair of fair, bare feet, clad in transparent plastic slippers.

She stood beside Aoki, giggling for a while, then squatted down and urinated, before carefully washing her face at the sink. It

took about fifteen minutes.

After washing up, Cai Xiaohong removed the weights from Aoki

's body. She pulled the eggplant from his anus, then used a rubber hose to thoroughly wash his front and back, finally untying the rope from the sling and lowering him from the iron ring.
The clever Cai Xiaohong left Aoki alone in the bathroom while she went back to her room to change.

Aoki came to the living room after relieving himself.

Cai Xiaohong had changed into a brightly colored casual dress, light yellow and rose red, with white high-heeled sandals that exposed her toes.

She sat on the sofa waiting for him, fiddling with a thin, dark green leather belt.

Aoki still remembered her beautiful image of urging the horse on; he was now like a steed in a carriage, waiting for his mistress to drive him.

Cai Xiaohong patted the belt on the sofa. She said, "Get to work. If you don't obey, I'll give you a good spanking."

Under the young female singer's clear instructions, Aoki knelt on the floor, scrubbing the floor like a Japanese woman.
Because the rules of the sadomasochistic game were strictly binding, the beautiful and gentle Cai Xiaohong easily turned Aoki into her slave.

The belt in her hand was completely useless.

Under Cai Xiaohong's supervision, Aoki worked very hard.

Precisely because Cai Xiaohong held a prop like the belt, the romantic male protagonist was immersed in these dramatic scenes, doing the most lowly work under the strict supervision of the young actress.

Overjoyed, Aoki truly experienced the pleasure of being a slave.

Cai Xiaohong urged Aoki to kneel and wipe the wooden floor of the living room clean.

Then, following behind Aoki, she kicked his buttocks in her high heels, making him climb upstairs and herd him into a room upstairs.

It was the cozy boudoir He Yuying had arranged for Cai Xiaohong.

Cai Xiaohong didn't immediately attack him; her expression softened, even revealing a touch of delicate charm.

Aoki began to tidy up Cai Xiaohong's room willingly.

He folded the blankets on the bed and carefully smoothed the sheets and pillowcases.

While doing these chores, Aoki felt a surge of self-sacrifice.

He was willing to be a slave to this young woman; Cai Xiaohong's act of tidying up for him was a favor from her mistress.

After finishing tidying up Cai Xiaohong's room, Aoki shyly glanced at his young and beautiful mistress.

At that moment, Cai Xiaohong was also looking at Aoki with concern; her beautiful, captivating eyes were filled with affection and radiated an unusual brilliance.

Cai Xiaohong led Aoki to the living room.

The elegant and voluptuous Ms. He Yuying sat on the sofa drinking coffee.

A beautiful woman who knew how to enjoy life, she was particularly radiant today, having just enjoyed a lesbian encounter with Li Meijuan the previous night. The 36-year-old had been spiritually refreshed.
Her fair and delicate face was bright and clear, with a faint blush on her smooth cheeks.
He Yuying saw Cai Xiaohong bring Qingmu in.

She said, "Come here and lick my feet."

The romantic woman kicked off her slippers, revealing a beautiful, bare foot from beneath her clean skirt.
Qingmu crawled over and pressed his mouth to He Yuying's gentle feet.

Cai Xiaohong followed and kicked Qingmu's buttocks.

She said, "Lick it now!"

Qingmu used his sensitive tongue to lick between He Yuying's toes; the beautiful crevices seemed to contain an alluring fragrance and sweetness.

This was a long-buried dream in Qingmu's heart. He gently licked the beautiful woman's alluring bare feet, a shameful pleasure welling up inside him.

He carefully licked his mistress's moist soles, and later, Qingmu even put one of He Yuying's feet in his mouth, sucking on it with great interest.

He Yuying leaned her head back on the sofa, gently closing her eyes, fully enjoying Qingmu's service.
Time passed, romantic and warm. After an unknown amount of time, Ms. He Yuying opened her eyes.
Qingmu continued to lick his mistress's beautiful toes.

He Yuying kicked his mouth away with her foot.

She said, "Okay, you can rest for a while. I'm a little tired now."

Then, she turned her face towards the tall and beautiful female singer. "Xiaohong, take him out. Let him take a walk outside and breathe some fresh air. Even a prisoner should be given some fresh air."

Cai Xiaohong brought a black leather collar and put it on Qingmu, then used the iron chain below the collar to tie his hands.

He Yuying said, "Xiaohong, you two play outside a little longer. Meijuan hasn't woken up yet; she was too tired last night. We sisters want to have a few more deep exchanges tonight."

The two beautiful women had already completely liberated their minds in bed.

Last night, they helped each other, boldly exploring and deeply studying each other's bodies, creating a complex and subtle source of pleasure.

The sun rose.

The weather was clear and the spring sunshine was bright.

Cai Xiaohong watched He Yuying walk through a leather-covered rose door, and she giggled to herself for a while, her face revealing an uncontrollable excitement.

Then, she suddenly tightened the iron chain on Qingmu's hands.

Cai Xiaohong said, "Get up! Let's go."

Coming out of Ms. He Yuying's living room, outside, Cai Xiaohong let Qingmu walk in front.

She followed behind the captive, pushing or kicking him a few times, leading him through a quiet, tree-lined path to the forest park outside the villa.

In late spring, the morning sun was bright and dazzling.

The moist air was filled with the fragrance of grass.

Aoki stood naked, his innocent body bare, a black leather collar around his neck. A gleaming silver chain bound his hands, fastened to a metal buckle beneath the collar.

In the silent forest, Aoki played the role of a submissive prisoner.

Cai Xiaohong, a young singer from the May Rose Dance Troupe, played the role of a cold-hearted female warden, entering into a stern theatrical role in the open wilderness.

The prisoner's pitiful appearance stimulated the warden's artistic imagination.

She wanted to play a romantic game of love on this naked body.

Cai Xiaohong unchained Aoki's hands, then grabbed his hair.

She said, "Kneel down!"

The slender actress roughly pressed Aoki down onto the fragrant grass.

He was like a handsome horse, hands on the ground, his buttocks raised high.

Aoki awaited his mistress mounting him.

She lifted her skirt, straddled his body, and straddled his lower back. Then she reached for the chain in front of the collar, wrapped it around her wrist, and gripped it tightly.

The actress, riding on Aoki, felt a surge of superiority.

She raised her arm and slapped his buttocks.

Cai Xiaohong excitedly shouted, "De'er!"

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