I am now a slave who serves my mistress.

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I am now a slave serving my mistress. During the day, I
tidy up her house, cook, do laundry, wash dishes, and do everything else she asks of me. At night, I am
her sex slave, to be enjoyed by her in whatever way she pleases.
Of course, sometimes there is no distinction between day and night. For example, when she is home during the day, she
usually makes me tidy up the house naked. In the kitchen, I wear an apron, but my back is bare. She might
run up behind me at any time and whip my bare buttocks with her hand or a leather whip, or make me stop what I'm doing to serve her.
In short, I am my mistress's sex tool and sex toy 24 hours a day. I am her most beloved
sex slave, and I love my mistress very much and love serving her.
When she has nothing to do, she usually makes me naked except for a collar around my neck, and ties
my hands behind my back. Before tying my hands, she first protects my wrists with leather sheaths, so it doesn't matter how long I'm tied up. We
chat, listen to music, watch TV, read books, etc. When we chatted, she liked me to sit on her lap and hug her,
often taking off her top so her breasts were pressed against mine, and we would talk a lot. When reading, she liked me to lie on her
lap, with my penis between her legs, the book on my buttocks, and we would read calmly. When watching
TV , she usually made me kneel at her feet. Sometimes, when she was engrossed in a show, she would put her foot to my mouth and make me
lick it carefully, then gently step on my shoulder with her foot. I understood what she meant, and obediently lowered my head to the ground,
raising my buttocks high, and then she would place her foot on my buttocks, or casually whip me.
Even with my hands tied behind my back, I could still serve my mistress. I could use my hands tied behind my back to open the refrigerator
to get drinks (it felt cold when my buttocks were sticking out of the refrigerator), turn on the TV, turn on the stereo, get DVDs, get
books, or get the whip used to punish me. Sometimes, if I was slow, my mistress would punish me, and I would
obediently accept her punishment, completely dedicating myself to her.
The mistress usually urinates in the toilet, but sometimes, while watching TV or on a whim, she
'll tell me to open my mouth and urinate directly into it. Sigh! What can I do? Being the mistress's slave
means obeying all her demands. Besides, it only highlights how noble the mistress is, and how
loyal and submissive I am.
"Did you like it?" the mistress asks after I finish drinking.
"Yes, thank you for your reward, mistress!" I always answer.
I can't eat the mistress's feces yet, but I can already lick her clean after she defecates,
and the mistress is satisfied with that. The mistress truly loves me; she never forces
me too much.
At night, when she bathes, I always kneel by the bathtub to serve her, bathing her. After the bath, my
night as a sex slave begins.
The mistress's methods of caressing, playing with, and abusing me are varied and bizarre, which I will
tell you about slowly later. Sometimes they are truly good and bad (oh dear, if the mistress sees me saying this, I'll be in big trouble; I wonder how she will
punish me!). In the mistress's house, I usually wear a collar, which she attaches to with a leather belt, forcing me
to crawl on the ground like a dog before leading me into the bedroom or the dungeon specifically for training and abusing sex slaves. I
spent many unforgettable nights there.
The mistress's dungeon is full of things—ropes, whips, racks, shackles, and some strange and
unusual tools. Of course, in the bedroom, besides the large bed and mirror, there are also commonly used whips, ropes,
and shackles on the bedside table. I am now a completely tamed slave, and the mistress quite likes to use me in the bedroom.
I like to kneel on the ground, holding her buttocks and servicing her genitals with my mouth, while forcefully sticking my buttocks out
so she can whip me at will in her excitement. Watching her reach orgasm again and again, I felt very happy.
The mistress had many more orgasms than I did, and I was only allowed to ejaculate with her consent, but that was what
I, as a slave, was supposed to do.
I think I was a born sex slave, born to serve women and be their faithful slave.
It all started six months ago.

(2)
The mistress took me to her house. As soon as I entered the room, she took off all but her underwear. I stood
there , my heart pounding, and my lower body was already aroused. I had sensed that she wanted me today, and I
wanted her very much too, but the way she took off her clothes was so casual that I thought it was just a habit of hers. I didn't know what to do for a moment,
so I put my hand on the buttons of my shirt, looked at her and asked, "Should I take off my clothes too
?"
The mistress looked at me, smiled slightly, and said gently, "Take off your clothes." Then she ignored
me and turned to walk into the bedroom.
I took off my clothes and followed her into the bedroom, only to see her turn around and look at me coldly: "I just wanted you to take off
your clothes, why did you take off your pants too?!" Her voice was stern.
I was startled. I had originally wanted to hug her, quickly take off her clothes, and make love to her. My penis was
already hard and erect, and now I felt both wanting and embarrassed, and vaguely a little wronged, but I didn't know what
to say. The woman walked over and slowly moved closer to me. I was startled. Her breasts pressed against my
chest through her bra, and her lower body touched my penis through her underwear.
I felt that she seemed excited as well, and I almost couldn't hold back either, but looking into her eyes, she commanded me not
to move. She put her arms around my neck and looked at me gently, saying, "You want to make love to me, right?"
"Yes!" I nodded quickly. My breathing was so rapid that I could hardly speak, and I looked at her anxiously.
"If you want to make love to me, you have to listen to me. Can you listen to me?"
"Yes!" I nodded quickly again. At the time, I was only thinking about having her; I never imagined she'd want me to do anything.
She pressed against me a little harder, and I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Fine!" She immediately pulled away and commanded, "Go put your clothes on!"
"This..."
"What? You just said you'd listen to me, and now you're not?"
"I..." I really didn't want to get dressed, standing there, pleadingly looking at her.
She seemed to find my awkwardness quite amusing, and laughed, "If you want to have sex with me now,
you can..."
"Hmm!" I didn't know what she wanted to ask, but I thought I'd agree to anything she asked, regardless of anything else.
"Then beg me!"
So easy, just beg? Without giving me a chance to think further, I quickly begged her, "Please, dear
sister !"
The mistress was several years older than me, and I often called her "dear sister" afterward.
"Just beg me like this?"
"Hmm?" How should I beg? She gave me a meaningful look, but I didn't quite understand what she meant.
"I want you to kneel and beg me." She said angrily.
"This..." I was shocked and ashamed. How could I do this?
"You don't want to? Then leave!"
"No!...I'm willing." I quickly knelt down, a strong sense of humiliation welling up inside me, and the mistress's alluring
thighs were right in front of me. I looked up and said, "Please, let me make love to you!"
I couldn't hold back and grabbed her thighs. But I didn't dare touch her genitals, and I kept my face upturned,
tears welling up in my eyes from my anxiety.
The mistress was clearly annoyed that I had grabbed her legs without permission. But at this point, she herself
couldn't hold back ; her breathing became deep and long, yet she continued to command, "Beg again!"
"Please let me make love to you!...Please...Please, dear sister! Please..."
"Alright! My darling! Take off my pants!"
"Oh!" I pulled off her pants and buried my face in her genitals. She held my head in her hands, enjoying
the service of my mouth and tongue. Then she lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and made me kneel between her legs, burying my head between her legs
to serve her lower body. She held my head and neck with one hand, making me serve her with all my might, and with the other hand, she took off her bra and kneaded
her breasts.
Soon she became very excited. I wanted to climb on top of her, but she still wouldn't let me. But I really wanted it, so I couldn't help but beg
her, "Please let me in!"
"No!"
"Please let me in!" I really wanted it so much that I couldn't help but kiss her abdomen and breasts
.
The mistress was even happier, but when I tried to enter her body, she angrily pushed me away: "
How dare disobey me!" and slapped me. The slap stunned me. Lying on my back, I looked down at my
mistress , and remembered that I had promised to obey her. This was wrong of me.
The mistress seemed to regret slapping me. She leaned down and said softly, "If you want to serve
me with your lower body, you must completely obey me, understand?"
I nodded quickly.
The mistress took a white cotton rope and a collar with a leather belt from the bedside table and ordered me, "
Lie down and put your hands behind your back." I was surprised but dared not disobey and quickly did so. The mistress, naked
, straddled my back and pulled my hands forcefully behind my back.
I couldn't help but gasp and cried out, "Good sister, what are you doing?"
"Shut up!" She slapped me, and I dared not speak further. She began to tie me with the rope, first wrapping it
symmetrically around my upper arms twice, pulling it tight to minimize the distance between my arms, forcing my chest
to stick out high. Then she stacked my forearms together and tied them tightly with the rope. This method of binding was simple yet secure,
effectively tightening the muscles of the slave's upper arms and chest, allowing her to fully control and
enjoy the body brimming with power and desire. Then she put a collar around my neck, lifted me up, and I looked at her with some fear.
I had no autonomy whatsoever, completely at her mercy.
She gently tightened the collar around my neck, gazing at me softly and asking, "How does it feel, baby?"
"I..." I didn't know what to say; it seemed I could no longer call her "good sister."
"Call me Mistress! From now on, you are my slave, a male
slave to serve me and satisfy my sexual desires!"
"I...yes, Mistress, I am your slave...a male
slave to serve you and satisfy your sexual desires..." Being bound and straddled by her gave me a
humiliating feeling of being completely possessed and belonging to her; I sincerely called her Mistress.
The mistress lay down, pulling me by the neck and making me lie on top of her. My erect penis was already pressing against her
vulva , but I dared not penetrate. She made me stick my buttocks out like that, and with her other hand, she took a riding crop from the cabinet and whipped
my unsuspecting buttocks. I cried out, "Ah!"
"Put it in, serve me with your sex toy, slave!"
"Yes, mistress!"
Because my hands were tightly bound and my neck was being pulled, all I could do was thrust my buttocks forcefully. I felt like
a sex tool, used to serve a woman. The mistress began to moan, looking up at my bound
arms and my thrusting buttocks, swinging the whip. Every time my buttocks reached their highest point, the whip would strike
my buttocks . In her excitement, she didn't know how to control the force, acting completely recklessly. Every time I was hit, I
couldn't help but cry out, unable to distinguish between pleasure and pain.
"Hurry up, harder!" The mistress lashed down with the whip, commanding me. I thrust my hips even harder
…
"Ah… slave!" The mistress reached her climax, gripping my neck even tighter with one hand, while the other
hand simply flung away the whip, pulling my hips close so my penis was deeply inside her.
"Ejaculate, slave! I command you to ejaculate!"
"Ah, mistress… yes… thank you, mistress." I also reached my climax, my penis
pumping uncontrollably inside her…
I lay quietly beside the mistress, bound by her, my neck held in her hand,
serving her under her whip's command, finally ejaculating at her command. In that instant, my heart was filled with
the feeling of belonging to her, of being possessed by her, a feeling that lingered long afterward.
The next morning, I woke up with my head buried between the mistress's soft breasts, my heart filled with
love for her: "Mistress, I love serving you so much!"
"Really?" the mistress smiled.
"Yes! I'm your sex slave, to serve you. Let me be your slave forever!"
"Really? You'd better not regret it!"
Looking at the mistress's inscrutable smile, my heart pounded. My buttocks, which she had so mercilessly whipped yesterday, were now...
Still in pain, no one knows what other methods the mistress will use to torture me in the future. "I..." I
hesitated , but when I thought of the gentle feeling of being the mistress's sex slave yesterday, the whipping, it only
increased my pleasure of being possessed by her and her possessing me. Even now, the whip marks and pain on my body only make me want to love her and obey her
more .
"I think I can't live without you, mistress. As long as you don't drive your slave away, the slave will be
satisfied ."

(3)
After that, I started to be the mistress's sex slave. At first, I didn't live in the mistress's house. Whenever
the mistress wanted me, she would call me over. The mistress was usually very busy. She had been married before, but because
both of them were too strong-willed in their careers, she refused to give up her career. Their relationship became more and more distant. Later, her
husband fell in love with another woman, and the two eventually broke up.
Men with money can play with women, and women with money can play with men, the mistress thought in anger.
But for me, it didn't matter whether she had money or not. I loved her, and the happiest thing was to stay by her side.
Before I became her sex slave, the mistress had two other slaves: a white man and a black man.
One time, she summoned the three of us to serve her. We three male slaves stripped naked
and knelt before her, our penises already erect from lust. The mistress, however, was in no hurry. She put collars
around necks, held three leather straps in one hand, and led us to crawl on the ground. Because the straps were
short, our bodies inevitably bumped into each other, making the crawling very awkward. The mistress didn't care at all, only focusing on pulling the straps,
even speeding up the process. She wouldn't let us stand up when we went down the stairs to the basement. We frantically tried to
keep up with her, but the original kneeling crawl was no longer possible; we could only tiptoe slightly, which
made our lower bodies lean forward even more, while our upper bodies were going down the stairs. We stumbled and tumbled
down (luckily, the stairs were covered with a soft carpet), but we dared not touch the mistress, desperately using our hands to support ourselves.
The mistress stopped and turned around, looking at the three of us male slaves, our bodies intertwined in awkwardness.
She had probably intended to go to the basement to tie us up before whipping us, but then the whip came
down , striking the three men's backs, buttocks, and thighs as they were forced to stand upright.
The long whip sliced through the air, sometimes landing on one man's thigh, another's buttocks, and
yet another's back simultaneously, eliciting screams of agony. The black slave, with his well-developed muscles, was probably more resilient
, crying out "Ah, ah!" The white slave, seemingly older, perhaps due to previous training, thanked the mistress with a "thank you, mistress" with each
lash . I, however, was used to begging
the mistress, crying out under the whip, "Ah...please spare me, mistress..." Deep down, I wanted it,
but I was also genuinely afraid of the pain—a real contradiction.
But the mistress seemed to particularly enjoy whipping me. I was initially hiding to one side, with the white slave in the middle, so she
whipped me even more. Later, she simply ordered me to move to the middle, and almost every lash hit me. She also ordered me not
to dodge, but to stick my buttocks up high to receive her whip.
Then the mistress made us serve her with our bodies. Two men knelt on either side of her,
oraling her breasts, while she grabbed their erect penises with both hands, spread her legs, and made me serve her genitals,
crying out in pleasure. Finally, she made the three of us kneel in a triangle, our upper bodies leaning back as far as possible, our three erect
penises touching head to head, and at the mistress's command, we simultaneously ejaculated…
Finally, the three of us embraced the mistress and drifted off to sleep with her.
Gradually, I became one of the mistress's frequently used slaves. One day, when she came to see me,
she saw me walking with a female classmate. After getting me into her car, she was clearly unhappy and asked who I was
. I said, "Just a classmate!" The mistress was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't like seeing you
walking with her."
"But we're not together!"
"But I don't like it!"
"Well, you have other men too!"
"I'm the mistress, of course I can have many slaves!"
"Okay." I pouted and remained silent.
After a while, the mistress said, "You're unhappy that I have other slaves?"
"Well… serving you together is fine, but…"
"But what?"
"I think it's about not liking her emotionally. I… I love you…" As a sex slave used to satisfy her desires
, I didn't dare tell her the word "love," but I truly loved her.
The mistress remained silent. After a moment of silence, she said, "I love you too, baby."
That night, the mistress tied me up tightly and made me lie on the bed. She left the bedroom, and I
wondered what new tricks she was going to use to torture me. But then I saw her return with a sharp fruit knife. I was surprised to see her
gently tracing the knife against my chest, saying, "If you dare to change your mind, I'll kill you."
"How could I change my mind! I truly love you!"
"Then you'd better remember that!"
"Yes, I will love you forever! My life belongs to you! If I really change my mind, you can
tie me up like this... and use the knife to cut out my..." But she quickly covered my mouth: "Fool! How could I really
hurt you!" Then she added, "Hmph, little slave, I don't care about you. Only I would abandon you...
Sigh, what would you do if I ever abandoned you?"
"I... I beg you!"
"Even if you beg me, I won't agree."
"Then I'll beg again, I'll kneel at your feet and hug your legs to beg you."
"I still won't agree."
"Then... then I'll die of heartbreak!"
"Don't worry, my most beloved slave, how could I not want you!"
Later, the mistress let me live in her house. I quit my job at the bar, and besides studying at school
, I came back to serve her. My income mainly came from scholarships. Not working at the bar just meant earning less money, but it
wasn't a big deal. I wasn't in a hurry; after graduating with a computer science master's degree in a year, it would be quite easy to find a job.
The mistress was often very busy, sometimes coming home very late. Every day, I would cook, tidy the room, and then kneel...
I waited for her at the door. When she came back, I helped her take off her clothes and shoes and kissed her: "Are you tired? Good sister?"
"Yes, serve me well, slave."
After she came back, I would always say some gentle words, and then serve her to eat, take a bath, chat with her, read books,
watch TV, surf the Internet, play computer games, etc. Of course, she always held the TV remote control, but she would often
ask me what I wanted to watch. If there was no program she really wanted to watch, she would let me watch what I wanted to watch.

(4)
Sometimes she would take me to a club for queens/male slaves. The club played lewd
music , and several men were performing on stage. Some of them were completely naked, and some wore strange clothes with
chains on their bodies. They danced and sang to the music to please the women in the audience. There were whips and other tools next to the women, which could be used
to whip the men on stage at any time. There were also lassoes. If you wanted a man, you could use the lasso to lasso him.
Once you lassoed him you could take him off the stage and take him into the room next door to enjoy him at will, or you could have him
serve you in the hall.
When I went in, I saw a woman holding a man's penis as he was ejaculating.
The semen had filled a glass, which was already more than half full. Behind him, another man with an erect penis was waiting.
After the first man finished ejaculating and crawled away, the woman pulled the chain attached to the second man's genitals and made him ejaculate again.
Finally, the glass was almost full, and she drank it all. Meanwhile, a man was licking her genitals,
swallowing all the bodily fluids that flowed out.
My mistress didn't like me being whipped and played with, so she wouldn't let me go on stage and kept me by her side.
There was a rather interesting table. Under the glass tabletop were two naked men, their upper bodies bent over and tied to
the table, their four legs serving as the table legs. Next to them, a woman was elegantly drinking beer. My
mistress went over and gestured for her to sit down. She then dragged over a stool, which, upon closer inspection, was also
made of men bound together in a curled-up position.
The mistress sat down and laughed, "I'll make you my table and chair later!"
Seeing this, I was already excited. My penis pressed tightly against my leather underwear, eagerly awaiting
the mistress to release it. My hands were already bound by the mistress; otherwise, I might have been unable to resist
taking off my pants. The mistress, however, only made me kneel, continuing to talk to the other woman.
After a while, the other woman suggested exchanging slaves, and the mistress became interested, asking if I was willing. I
refused . Although the other woman was also very sexy, I only liked sex with the mistress. I said, "I only like being
your slave!"
"But I want to play with other slaves, I want to exchange you for someone else, I don't want you anymore."
"No! You said you wouldn't abandon me!" I suddenly became anxious.
"Just one night..." but the woman interrupted, "Don't waste your breath on these sluts." She then gestured for
the mistress to use the whip.
The mistress picked up the whip and said, "Will you agree?"
"Ugh..." I still wanted to beg her, but immediately received a lash, and had no choice but to obediently agree.
The mistress handed me over to the other man, then took his hand. We two male slaves each served
our respective mistresses, though I kept glancing at her to see if she was still there. After a while, the mistress led the man
into the room, and I quickly followed, saying, "Don't go, mistress!"
The mistress looked at me, smiled helplessly, and returned the man. The woman said, "
How did you train this male slave?"
The mistress laughed, "Oh well, I'll punish him when we get back!" She came over with a whip and gave me a light tap.
I happily leaned against her leg.
That day, she had originally intended to experience the pleasures of several other men, but she couldn't shake me off. She only punished me by making me
kneel in the room watching her being served by three men, but she seemed somewhat distracted and left after a while
.
Back home, I thought she had lost interest after I interrupted, but as soon as she got home, she took off her pants and eagerly
commanded, "Serve me!"
I also hurriedly knelt down, hugged her legs tightly, and buried my face in her tender genitals to serve her.
After a while, I pulled down my pants, stuck out my round buttocks, and begged, "Whip me,
Master !"
"Yes, slave!" The mistress lashed out with her whip in pleasure.
This was the first time I had ever begged the mistress to whip me. Although I had enjoyed being whipped before, I
was too embarrassed to ask. The mistress would add more
whip marks to the slave's body once they had healed, keeping the slave forever under her desire. Now I couldn't help but beg her. With each
lash, my heart throbbed, making me belong to her even more deeply.
After a while, she groaned, "Carry me to the room, slave."
I carried her to the room. Although I was unrestrained, my heart was completely her slave. I
called out to the mistress, inserting my penis into her body, feeling like I belonged to her entirely.
"Ah! Slave!" She withdrew my penis, turned around, and pressed me down beneath her, possessing me wildly...
We held each other tightly.
Anyway, I felt this relationship was good, and even if it continued like this for a long time, it wouldn't be bad. The slave
doesn't have to worry about anything; all they need to do is obey their master. And the master? They don't really have to
worry about anything either; they can simply use their slave to satisfy their own desires. The mutual affection and attachment in sex can only be truly appreciated in this
master -slave relationship. As long as both parties cherish each other, this feeling
is the most wonderful thing in the world.

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