A slut who expects to be abused

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One day in October, my husband told me he was going to a tourist city in the south to visit some of his old classmates.
"Male or female classmates?" I asked, pretending to be fierce.
*Smack!* My husband gave me a hard slap on the bottom. "Male? What? You
have a problem with a female classmate?"
"How could I dare?" I said, rubbing my bottom and pleading, "Be gentle!"
"How can I be gentle? Your bottom is meant to be slapped, isn't it, Xiaoyue?" My husband
seemed a little angry.
"Yes, Xiaoyue's bottom is meant for her husband to slap," I said obediently, not daring to argue back.
*Smack!* I got slapped again.
"That's right." My husband's annoying voice rang out again.
After a six-hour car ride, we finally arrived in this southern city, a rather beautiful city. I
thought we were going to a hotel, but my husband took me to a small villa in a resort. However, I
found it strange; it was October's Golden Week, why were there so few people in the resort? The scenery here was quite nice;
there should have been many people.
"Back then, the resort only had 20 villas, so it only allowed 20 groups of
tourists . People who hadn't booked a villa couldn't get in," my husband said
, hugging me. I took a shower and went to sleep. When I woke up, it was already 2 PM.
"Xiaoyue, I have something to tell you."
"What is it, honey?"
"Xiaoyue, shouldn't you be obedient and listen to me?" My husband stared at me, looking like he wanted to devour me.
I didn't know what mischief he was up to, but I was terrified of his fierce look, so I obediently knelt
down. "How dare Xiaoyue disobey her husband?"
My husband seemed quite satisfied and sat down on the sofa. I knew what he was going to say,
but I didn't dare stand up, so I crawled over.
"Xiaoyue, I came here to visit a classmate. We get along very well, and we just got married not long ago,
but I was too busy to attend his wedding." My husband lit a cigarette.
I lay on the ground, looking up at my husband, waiting for him to continue. I thought: My husband said that classmate and I get along
very well, does that mean he also likes girls who are exposed?
"But that guy, he didn't come to my wedding. Remember that 9999 yuan wedding gift?
He gave it to me. That guy!"
At this point, I knew their relationship must be very good; when my husband said "that guy," there was
no anger in his voice.
"Xiaoyue, I made a bet with that guy about who has a better way of dealing with girls." After saying that, my husband
stared at me with murderous eyes. "Xiaoyue, aren't you a very shameless woman?"
"Husband—I—" I didn't know how to answer for a moment. "Say it quickly," my husband slapped me hard on the buttocks
and said sternly.
"Yes—yes—, Xiaoyue is a very shameless woman." After I finished speaking, my face burned.
"Good, Xiaoyue, I'm going out now. He'll come pick you up and take you to my place in a bit. Remember, you
're a very lowly woman."
My husband stood up, grabbed my hair, and pulled me up too. "When he comes, you have to
act very lowly, understand? And try your best to satisfy his demands."
"Husband, I—" I really didn't know my husband would make such a request. I like being exposed and I
like being humiliated, but this is truly the first time. I had absolutely no idea what to do, because
my husband was always nearby when we used to do this.
"I don't know what to do, husband. If he wants to sleep with me, then—"
"He won't sleep with you, Xiaoyue. I'm leaving. Remember, if he says you didn't behave well, I'll—
" My husband's eyes were wicked.
"What do you want?" I felt a chill run down my spine. "You want me to do that again—"
"You decide. Anyway, if you're not shameless enough, I'll make you do that—" My husband grabbed his coat and
left the room. "Also, he'll be here soon, so get ready."
After he left, I paced around the room, really unsure what to do. But the thought of having to
act shamelessly in front of a stranger filled me with a strange excitement, and my heart raced.
Shamelessly, I imagined, slowly taking off my clothes and changing into a transparent lingerie set, then
slipping on silk-embroidered high heels. I twirled in front of the mirror. I looked beautiful; I wanted to stay
that way forever.
I thought, receiving a client in this lingerie must be shameless enough. Thinking about it, I
felt a surge of excitement, my body trembling slightly.
Finally, I wrapped a hair ribbon around my hands behind my back. Of course, the ribbon could
n't hold my hands properly, but I would keep them behind my back. I thought that would satisfy my husband's demands.

I went to the living room, but didn't open the door immediately. I didn't even know if it was him. If it was someone else,
then— "Excuse me, who is it?" Before I could finish speaking, the door opened, and someone pushed it open and came in.
"Ah!" I exclaimed involuntarily when I saw this person. Actually, I had wondered
who it was—would they be handsome? How old would they be? But I never expected it to be—a
girl, a girl who looked to be under 20. She was wearing a red dress and looked very beautiful.
"You—who are you looking for? How did you get in—" I was at a loss for what to do. Suddenly remembering what I
was dressed like—wearing only a transparent bra—I hurriedly ran back to my room.
"Sister Xiaoyue, Brother Yi asked me to come." The girl stopped me. "Don't be afraid. Don't forget
what Brother Yi told you."
I bit my lower lip and turned around. "But my husband said it's a male classmate—"
The girl giggled. "So, Sister Xiaoyue dressed like this just to show off to that guy
? Sister Xiaoyue, how shameless!"
"No, I—" I couldn't believe what the girl said and was speechless for a moment.
"Isn't that right? Sister Xiaoyue, really not—" the girl asked, staring at me.
At that moment, I remembered my husband's words, to be a shameless woman, and could only say, "Yes—yes,
I wanted to show it to him—"
"Why? Why would Sister Xiaoyue want to show it to him—"
"I—because I like to show it to others—"
"Sister Xiaoyue, do you like showing your private parts to others?"
I really didn't want to answer this question in front of another woman. I'd rather let men see than girls
, but now— "I like having others see my—my—" I really couldn't say it, my eyes
started to redden, and I thought to myself—damn husband, teasing me like this, so embarrassing— The girl saw
that I couldn't speak, so she smiled, "What, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Sorry, please come in and sit down." I breathed a sigh of relief as the girl came in and sat on the sofa. I quickly closed
the door; I didn't want anyone else to come in and see me like that. Then I looked at her, wondering
what .
"Don't be so scared, Sister Xiaoyue, I'm not going to eat you." The girl smiled sweetly.
"I'm so thirsty, do you have any water here?"
"Here?" I looked around and saw a water dispenser in the lobby, so I said to her, "Wait a moment, I'll get
you some water."
I walked to the water dispenser and suddenly realized, should I use my hands? If I don't use my hands, it will
be a little difficult . But the thought of how humiliating it would be to not use my hands made me decide against
it. The shame of appearing humiliated in front of someone of the same sex was intense, and I even
started to .
I grabbed a cup and placed it under the water dispenser tap, then pressed the switch with my forehead, and the water gushed out
. When it was half full, I released it, still holding the cup in my mouth, and walked over to the girl.
She was sitting on the sofa, looking at me with a smile: "Sister Xiaoyue, I'm so tired, I can't stand up,
and you're so tall—"
I knew what she meant, so I knelt down in front of her. This was the first time I'd ever knelt in front of someone of the same sex, and
I felt incredibly wronged. The girl took my cup but didn't drink. "Sister Xiaoyue, I want a Coke
."
"Sorry, I just arrived, there's no Coke here."
"It's alright, Sister Xiaoyue, we'll go buy some—" The girl immediately stood up, grabbed my
hair, and started to pull me away.
"Hey, no—you—" Before I could finish, she had already pulled me outside by the hair.
She locked the door and said to me, "What do you mean, 'Hey'? I don't have a name.
How could you pull me out like this? How am I supposed to get out like this?"
"Sister Xiaoyue, you like to show yourself off, I'm just helping you. Did you forget what you just said
—'Because I like to show myself off,' didn't you say that?"
"I—" That's what I just said, and I was speechless for a moment.
"Nothing to say now, huh? You said it yourself, isn't it very despicable? Right? Tell me quickly—why would Brother Yi
want a woman like you—" The girl was a bit aggressive.
"I was pulled," I remembered my husband saying I should be a despicable woman, so I had to endure the humiliation and say it.
"What is that? How am I supposed to know what you are—"
"I am a very despicable woman, I like to show myself off—" I said, a little choked up.
"And also, my name isn't 'Hey,' you know? You have to call me 'Mom'—come on." The girl pulled my hair and
led me away.
"Hey, where are we going?" My hair was being pulled, so I could only follow her.
She stopped and pulled my hair down, and I understood, so I knelt down. But she kept pulling
me until my face was pressed against the ground, so I had no choice but to lie there.
"I didn't call you 'Hey,' you know? Sister Xiaoyue." The girl's voice was very gentle, but I was really scared.
Lying on the ground in my underwear in broad daylight was so humiliating.
"Yes, Mom, I know I was wrong. Let me get up—"
"Good girl—" The girl smiled with satisfaction and pulled me forward by the hair.
The girl pulled me by the hair until we reached the entrance of a convenience store. There were several
parasols by the entrance, and tables and chairs under them. A group of people were drinking and chatting at one of the tables.
As soon as I got there, everyone's eyes were on me. I was only wearing a transparent bra, which was very transparent. My
nipples were clearly visible, and my pubic hair was faintly visible. I thought the
girl would take me to an empty table, but she led me to a
table —two men and a woman.
"Hello, may I sit here?" the girl asked them with a smile. I don't think any man would refuse such a request
, so they immediately agreed.
The girl sat down and said, "Xiaoyue, get four bottles of Coke for your mom. You have to bring them yourself
."
"Yes—" I said and turned around. I heard a man's voice behind me say, "You're her mother—
"
I walked over to the shopkeeper and saw that he was drooling. "Give me four bottles of Coke, boss,"
I said three times before the boss reacted and immediately took out four bottles of Coke. At this moment, I
encountered problem: how was I going to carry them over? I couldn't even bite through those cans of Coke.
"Boss, do you have a bag for me to put them in?" I planned to put them in a bag and carry the bag over.
"That's white pollution, we don't have any. I'll help you carry them over, okay? Where are we going to take them?"
I remembered that the girl said I had to carry them myself, and now I realized she was deliberately teasing me: "No, I'll
carry them myself—"
I was still thinking about how to carry them when the girl shouted again, "Hurry up, or I'll go back, and you'll be left
here "
I was startled. She had the villa key. If I was really left here, I would be in big trouble.
"Miss, hurry up and take them over. You can just carry them with your hands," the shopkeeper said to me.
"But how am I supposed to carry them—four bottles of Coke!" I bit my lower lip, not knowing what to do. "Xiaoyue—
" the girl called again.
"Miss, why don't you carry them with your hands—" the shopkeeper asked me, his eyes fixed on my nipples.
"I—I can't use my hands—" I said, almost crying.
"Is that so? Miss, you can carry them without your hands, but I'm afraid you won't want to—" the
shopkeeper said hesitantly.
"How am I supposed to carry them? Tell me quickly, I'm willing—" I was really afraid the girl would leave me here,
so I quickly said this to the shopkeeper.
"Just put them in your bra, you can't use your hands, I'll help you put them in—"
the shopkeeper said with a lecherous smile.
"Okay—" I hated the way he acted, but there was nothing I could do now.
The boss suddenly ripped open my bra, pinched my nipple with his fingers, and said, "Pretty hard, huh?" I
couldn't help but groan. Then he put two bottles of Coke into my bra. The Coke was very cold, and my breasts
couldn't take it whole body was trembling.
"Oh no, it won't fit four bottles. Take two over first." My breasts were also being squeezed quite a bit at that point
. Anyway, there was no rule saying I couldn't take them in two trips, so I turned and walked towards the girl.
"I got the Coke back—" I walked up to the girl. "Who are you talking to—I want to go back—
" The girl didn't even look up.
"No, Mom, I got the Coke back—"
At this moment, the two men and the woman all stared at me with their mouths wide open. The woman even whispered, "She really calls someone 'Mom'—
" "
Okay, good girl, put the Coke on the table."
I bent down, pressed my breasts against the table, and squeezed the Coke out forcefully. At that moment, I felt like
the most despicable woman, performing such a thing in front of everyone.
"Good girl, are your breasts ruined? Tell Mommy!" the girl said with a smile. "
No, they're not ruined—Mommy—"
"They're not ruined—"
"Mommy, my—breasts—aren't ruined—" My voice trembled.
Then, I took the other two bottles of Coke in the same way. By this time, my bra
was completely soaked, almost like I wasn't wearing anything. I went back to the girl, and she immediately pulled my hair down, so
I had no choice but to kneel down beside her obediently.
"Xiaoyue, Mommy doesn't want to drink anymore. You finish these four bottles of Coke, and then we'll go back, hurry up," the
girl said, opening the four bottles of Coke, inserting straws, and placing them in front of me.
"Mommy, I can't drink that much, I—" I wasn't sure I could finish all four bottles of Coke.
"Xiaoyue, Mommy goes back first—"
"Mommy—no—I'll drink—"
I knelt on the ground, bent down to drink the Coke, and the girl put her feet on my back.
Then, I heard them chatting. "Miss, how come you're her mother? How come she listens to you so much
?" One man said, "She's the prostitute. I take care of her, so I'm her mother." The girl said,
"Miss, what's that?" Another woman asked, "It's a whore, haha. She's so pretty,
is she expensive?" One man said, "Expensive? We have our own pricing, hers is very low."
The girl kicked me in the head and said, "Is that right?"
"Yes—Mom—" I felt so humiliated.
"Do you want her?" The girl said, "You want a whore like that?" Another
woman said, seemingly a little unhappy.
"How could we? How could we want such a lowly whore? We have Zhenzhen, that's enough," one man said.
I now know that the girl with the two men and one woman was named Zhenzhen. It seemed that the two men doted on her.
Finally, I finished all four bottles of Coke. My stomach was so bloated.
"Mom—I'm finished—"
"My good daughter can drink so much!" The girl pulled her foot back, stood up, grabbed my hair, and pulled me up too:
"Let's go."
"Wait, you can't go!" the shopkeeper called out, walking over: "You haven't paid yet? Four bottles
of Coke , 20 yuan."
"Ah, I'm sorry, boss," the girl said, "I don't have any money with me, daughter, do you have any?"
"I don't look like I have any," I pouted.
"Then what should we do, boss, I'll go back and get it for you, okay?" the girl said. "No, who will I
look for if ?" the shopkeeper disagreed. "Then, can I leave her here?" the girl said, pulling my hair and pulling the car
in front of the shopkeeper.
"Mom—you can't—" I was terrified. Leaving me alone like this,
wouldn't be eaten?
"Then what should we do?" the girl tilted her head, looking at me.
"How about this, boss, I'll give you the 20 yuan, don't make things difficult for these two ladies." At this moment, a
man said. I looked at him with very grateful eyes.
"What, are you heartbroken?" Zhenzhen said angrily.
"No," the girl said, "We can't just take your money."
"Mom—how could you—" I didn't understand at all. Why should we refuse when someone is helping us?
"Well, sir, we can't just take your money," the girl said, "but I
can ask her to provide you with services in exchange for the 20 yuan, okay?"
"Mom—how could you—" I was terrified. How could
I provide "services" to others? My husband wouldn't be angry no matter what others thought of me, but if I were to be taken advantage of, then— "Okay, no—no
, I'd rather not—" The man glanced at Zhenzhen, then hesitated to agree, which made me feel a little more at ease.
"Then you can provide services for me, I agree!" the boss said eagerly.
"Don't even think about it—" the girl refused outright, and I looked at her gratefully.
"Do you have any money? I'll give it to you," Zhenzhen said. We all
looked at her strangely. I knew she wouldn't like me dressed like that and
behaving .
"We won't take your money," the girl said coldly, still the same.
"Who said I'd give it to you however you want!" Zhenzhen said, taking out 20 yuan and pointing at me, "Make her
slap me twice."
"Okay, no problem," the girl said, then grabbed my hair and pushed my head in front of Zhenzhen.
"Good girl, why don't you ask her to slap you twice? Be polite—"
"Yes, please—slap me twice—" I never thought that in front of so many people, I would
ask a girl to slap me twice for 20 yuan. The feeling of humiliation made me tremble all over.
"We're all women, you're really cheap—you—" Zhenzhen finished speaking and slapped
me twice without any politeness. At this moment, I saw stars, the girl let go, and I fell to the ground.
"Good girl, why don't you thank Zhenzhen?
" "Yes, thank you—Zhenzhen—" I got up, feeling incredibly
pathetic.
"Is this how you thank people? Standing so high up, do you expect people to look up at you?" the girl said.
I had no choice but to kneel down again and say to Zhenzhen, "Thank you, Zhenzhen sister."
"What are you looking at? Let's go back." Zhenzhen seemed still very angry and pulled the two men away.
"Good girl, we're leaving too," the girl said, pulling my hair and walking towards the villa.
I followed her, thinking about the humiliation I had just suffered, and tears streamed down my face. If my husband were here,
he would definitely hold me and comfort me, but now...
When we returned to the villa entrance, the girl said gently, "Sister Xiaoyue, don't cry. Look, your
little sister down there is crying too."
I knew that my lower body was also very wet. But I didn't understand why she was being so gentle, so I just stared
at her blankly.
"My name is Lan'er, and I am Brother Tian's wife. Brother Tian is the classmate that Brother Yi mentioned." The girl
said, "Today, Brother Tian was supposed to come here, but I went to Brother Yi's place."
"What, they switched us—" This time I understood.
"Yes, don't you like this, Sister Xiaoyue—" Lan'er said.
"But why are you here?" I asked curiously. "Why are you here to bully me?"
"There's something Xiaoyue doesn't know. Tian-gege made a bet with Yi-gege to see who would
act more shamelessly. I wonder what they're thinking." Lan'er said, "The loser will be severely punished
. So, I'm here to warm up Xiaoyue, otherwise you won't be able to handle Tian-gege."
"So you're doing this for my own good, huh? Get lost!"
"What? Xiaoyue acted so shamelessly just now, even begging someone to slap you
twice !" Lan'er said mischievously.
"You forced me to do that, you little rascal." I remembered what had just happened and felt a surge of excitement,
so I wasn't so blaming her anymore.
"Alright, Sister Xiaoyue, I'm going to Brother Yi's place now. You should go to Brother Tian's place too." Lan
glanced at her watch. "It's past 3 PM now. If you're not there by 3:30, you'll be punished."
"Isn't he coming?" I asked curiously. "My husband said he's coming." "
Changed," Lan said. "Sister Xiaoyue, let me tie your hands properly. Sister Xiaoyue is quite clever; she hasn't used her hands
at all . I thought that if her hands weren't tied properly, she would be tempted to use them."
"Okay, okay,"
Lan retied my hands, binding my two thumbs together so I really couldn't use
them. Then, Lan opened the villa door. Just then, Lan's phone rang.
"Yes, Brother Yi, don't be angry, I'm coming right away, Sister Xiaoyue will be there soon too."
"Sister Xiaoyue, let's go quickly—"
"This isn't fair, Lan'er, you can wear so much, at least give me a coat!"
"Sister Xiaoyue, I haven't even started yet—" Lan'er made a face: "I won't let Brother Tian
lose to Brother Yi."
Then, Lan'er took off all her clothes. I don't like looking at the bodies of other women, but I can't deny that
Lan'er is really beautiful. I started to wonder if my husband could resist sleeping with Lan'er.
Lan'er smiled at me, took out a handcuff from her bag, and cuffed one end to her right hand. "Sister
Xiaoyue , we're going out."
"Lan'er, you're going out like this, all naked? Aren't you afraid—bad guys will—"
"Sister Xiaoyue, the people who come here for vacation are all very successful and wealthy. They don't lack women,
so they wouldn't do such a thing. That's why Brother Tian chose this place. Don't worry."
We went out the door and locked it. Lan'er said, "Sister Xiaoyue, we can't go back now. I'm going
to Brother Yi's place. Brother Tian's villa is number 20, at the end of the road. You should go quickly."
"Lan'er, be careful." I was really worried about Lan'er. At this moment, Lan'er
lifted handcuffed it with the other end of the handcuffs. So her left foot and right handcuffed together, leaving only one foot on
the ground.
"Lan'er, what happened to you—"
"Sister Xiaoyue's hands are tied, and I'm handcuffed on one hand and one foot. Sister Xiaoyue, I'm even more
pitiful than you. Brother Yi will be so happy to see me like this. Goodbye, Sister Xiaoyue!" Lan'er finished speaking and
skipped away. I turned around and went to see Brother Tian's villa, which was number 20, according to Lan'er. However, I felt
that Lan'er knew my husband, but I really didn't know that Brother Tian. I don't know what kind of
humiliation I will face next. I'm both scared and looking forward to it...

[The End]

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