hostess

page views:1 Publication date:2023-06-11 16:20:09

(1.

I am now a slave who serves the mistress. During the day, when I am at the mistress's house, I help her tidy up the rooms, cook, do laundry, wash dishes, and do everything else she asks me to do. At night, I am the mistress's sex slave, to be enjoyed by her in various ways she likes.

Of course, sometimes there is no distinction between day and night. For example, sometimes when the mistress is at home during the day, she usually makes me tidy up the rooms naked. In the kitchen, I wear an apron, but my back is bare. She may run up behind me at any time and hit my bare buttocks with her hand or a whip, or make me stop what I am doing.) Serving her.

Anyway, I'm my mistress's sex tool and plaything 24 hours a day. I'm her most beloved sex slave, and I love my mistress very much, I love serving her.

When she's not busy, she usually lets me be naked except for a collar around my neck, and ties my hands behind my back. She puts leather sheaths on my wrists before tying them, so it doesn't matter how long they're tied. We chat, listen to music, watch TV, read books, etc. When we chat, she likes me to sit on her lap and hug her, and she often takes off her top, her breasts pressed against me, and we talk a lot; when we read, she likes... She liked me to lie on her lap, with my penis between her legs, and a book on my buttocks, so I could read calmly. When watching TV, she usually made me kneel at her feet. Sometimes, when she was watching something interesting, she would put her foot to my mouth and make me lick it carefully. Then she would 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. Then she would put her foot on my buttocks, or whip me casually.

Even with my hands tied behind my back, I could still serve my mistress. I could even use my hands tied behind my back to open the refrigerator for her to get a drink (that is, when I bent over to put my buttocks into the refrigerator). (It felt cold), turning on the TV, the stereo, getting DVDs, books, or the whip used to punish me. Sometimes, if I was slow, the mistress would punish me, and I would obediently accept her punishment, offering myself completely to her.

The mistress usually went to the toilet to urinate, but sometimes, while watching TV or on a whim, she would tell me to open my mouth and urinate directly into it. Alas! What could I do? Being the mistress's slave meant obeying all her demands. Moreover, this only highlighted how noble the mistress was, and how loyal and submissive I was.

"Did you like it?" the mistress asked after I finished drinking.

"I like it, thank you for the gift, Mistress!" That's always my answer.

I can't eat the Mistress's feces yet, but I can already lick her clean after she defecates, and she's satisfied with that. The Mistress really loves me; she never forces me too much.

When she takes a bath at night, I always kneel by the bathtub to serve her, helping her bathe. 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'll tell you about slowly later. Sometimes they're really good and bad (oh dear, if the Mistress sees this, I'll be in big trouble; I wonder how she'll punish me!). I usually wear a collar at the Mistress's house. She uses a leather belt to fasten it to the collar, making me crawl on the ground like a dog, and leads me into the bedroom or the dungeon specifically for training and abusing sex slaves. There, I... I've spent many unforgettable nights there.

The mistress's dungeon was filled with all sorts of things: ropes, whips, racks, shackles, and some strange and unusual implements. Of course, in the bedroom, besides the large bed and mirror, there were also commonly used whips, ropes, and shackles on the bedside table. I was now a completely tamed slave, and the mistress quite liked using me in the bedroom.

I liked kneeling on the floor, holding her buttocks, and oraling her genitals while forcefully thrusting my buttocks forward, allowing her to whip me wantonly in her excitement. Watching her reach orgasm wave after wave filled me with immense pleasure. The mistress had far 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 lady of the house took me to her house. As soon as we entered the room, she took off all but her underwear. I stood there, my heart pounding, my lower body already aroused. I had sensed in the car 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, so I put my hand on the buttons of my shirt, looked at her, and asked, "Should I take off my clothes too?"

The lady of the house 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, but she turned around and looked at me coldly. "I just wanted you to take off your clothes, why did you take off your pants too?!" The voice was stern.

I was startled. I had originally intended to hug her, quickly take off her clothes, and make love to her. My penis was already hard and erect, and I felt both wanting and embarrassed, with a vague sense of grievance, but I didn't know what to say. The woman walked over, her body slowly approaching me. I shuddered; her breasts pressed against my chest through her bra, and her lower body touched my penis through her underwear.

I sensed she was also aroused, and I almost couldn't resist either, but her eyes commanded me not to move. She wrapped her arms around my neck, looking at me tenderly, and said, "You want to make love to me, don't you?"

"Mmm!" I nodded quickly. My breathing was so rapid I could barely speak, and I looked at her anxiously.

"If you want to have sex with me, you have to listen to me. Can you listen to me?"

"Mmm!" I nodded again quickly. At that moment, I was only thinking about having her; I never imagined she would want me to listen to her.

She pressed me a little harder, and I couldn't hold back any longer.

"Alright!" She immediately pulled away from me 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 put on my clothes, standing there, looking at her pleadingly.

She looked at my embarrassed appearance, seemingly finding it very amusing, and laughed, "If you want to have sex with me now, you can..."

"Mmm!" I didn't know what she wanted to ask for, but I thought I'd agree to whatever she asked, regardless of anything else.

"Then beg me!"

Is it that easy? Just begging is enough? 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.

"Is that all you're asking for?"

"Hmm?" How should I beg? She gestured with her eyes, 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 let's go!"

"No!...I'm willing." I quickly knelt down, a strong sense of humiliation welling up inside me. 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 any longer and grabbed her thighs. But I didn't dare touch her genitals. 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 moment, she herself couldn't hold back anymore. Her breathing became deep, but 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 down her pants and buried my face in her genitals. She held my head in her arms, enjoying the pleasure of my mouth and tongue. Then she lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and made me kneel between them, burying my head in her genitals to serve her. She held my head and neck with one hand, making me serve her with all my might, while using the other hand to take off her bra and knead her breasts.

She quickly 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 begged her, "Please let me in!"

"No!"

"Please let me in!" I wanted it so badly 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 you disobey me!" She even slapped me. I was stunned. Lying on my back, I looked at the mistress who was sitting up and looking down at me, remembering that I had said I would 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 that thing down there, you have to completely obey me, understand?"

I nodded quickly.

The mistress took out 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 a little surprised, but dared not disobey, and quickly did so. The mistress, naked, straddled my back and pulled my hands behind my back forcefully.

I couldn't help but take a deep breath and exclaimed, "Good sister, what are you doing?"

"Shut up!" She slapped me, and I dared not continue. She began to tie me up with the rope, first wrapping the rope symmetrically around my upper arms twice, pulling it tight at the same time to shorten the distance between my arms, forcing my chest to stick out high. Then she put my forearms together and tied them tightly with the rope. This method of binding was simple and reliable, and it could tighten the muscles of the slave's upper arms and chest, allowing the powerful and lustful body to be completely under her control and used at will. Then she put a collar around my neck, lifted me up, and I looked at her in fear. I had no autonomy at all, completely under her mercy.

She gently tightened the collar around my neck, looked at me, and asked softly, "How do you 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..." When she straddled and bound me, I felt a humiliating sense of being completely possessed by her, completely belonging to her. I sincerely called her mistress.

The mistress lay down, pulled me by the neck, and made me lie on top of her. My erect penis was already pressing against her vulva, but I dared not penetrate it. She made me stick my buttocks out like this, 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 hips forcefully. I felt like a mere sex tool, used to serve a woman. The mistress began to moan, looking up at my bound arms and my thrusting hips. She swung the whip, the whip landing precisely on my buttocks each time they reached their highest point. In my excitement, I didn't know how to control the force, acting completely recklessly. With each strike, I couldn't help but cry out "Ah!" I couldn't distinguish between pleasure and pain.

"Hurry up, harder!" The mistress lashed the whip down harder, commanding me. I thrust my hips even harder...

"Ah... slave!" The mistress reached her climax, one hand gripping my neck even tighter, the other hand simply throwing off the whip, using her hand to pull my buttocks close, forcing my penis deep inside her.

"Ejaculate, slave! I command you to ejaculate!"

"Ah, mistress...yes...thank you, mistress." I also reached my climax, my penis thrusting uncontrollably inside her...

I lay quietly beside my 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 even afterward.

The next morning, I woke up with my head buried between my mistress's gentle breasts, my heart filled with love for her: "Mistress, I love serving you so much!"

"Really?" my mistress smiled.

"Yes! I am your sex slave, let me be your slave forever!"

"Really? You'd better not regret it!"

I looked at my mistress's inscrutable smile, my heart pounding again. My buttocks, which were whipped by her yesterday, still hurt. No one knows what other methods the mistress will use to torture me in the future. "I..." I hesitated again, but when I thought of the gentle feeling of being the mistress's sex slave yesterday, the whipping 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 at 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 and 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 this when she was angry. But whether she had money or not was completely irrelevant to me. I loved her, and my happiest moments were spent by her side.

Before I became her sex slave, the mistress had two other slaves: a white man and a black man.

One time, the mistress 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 our 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 quite awkward. The mistress, however, didn't care at all, only focusing on pulling the straps, even speeding up the process, and wouldn't let us stand up when we went down the stairs to the basement. We frantically tried to follow our mistress down the stairs. Our usual kneeling crawl was impossible; we could only tiptoe, which only pushed our lower bodies forward further while our upper bodies were descending the stairs. We stumbled and tumbled down the stairs (luckily, the stairs were carpeted), but dared not touch our mistress, desperately bracing ourselves with our hands.

Our mistress stopped and turned, looking at our three male slaves' awkward and embarrassed state, our bodies intertwined. She had probably intended to go to the basement to tie us up before whipping us, but then the whip came down without warning, striking our backs, buttocks, and thighs, which were forced upwards.

The long whip sliced through the air, sometimes landing simultaneously on one man's thigh, another's buttocks, and yet another's back, eliciting screams of agony from the men. The black slave was very muscular and probably more resilient, crying out "Ah, ah!" The white slave seemed a bit older, perhaps due to his previous training, and thanked his mistress with "thank you mistress" every time the whip struck him. I, on the other hand, was used to begging my mistress, crying out "Ah... spare me, mistress..." under the whip. Deep down, I really wanted to, but I was also afraid of the pain, which was 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, the 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 lust, 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 said, "Hmph, little slave, I don't care about you. Only I will abandon you... Sigh, what will you do if I abandon you one day?"

"I... I'll 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 be heartbroken!”

“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 spent my time studying at school and serving the mistress. My income mainly came from scholarships. If I didn’t work at the bar, I would only earn less money, which wouldn’t matter much. I wasn’t in a hurry. After graduating with a master’s degree in computer science in a year, it would be quite easy to find a job.

The mistress was often very busy and sometimes came home very late. Every day, I would cook and tidy up the room, and then kneel at the door to wait for her. When she came back, I would help her take off her clothes and shoes and kiss her: “Are you tired? Good sister?”

“Yes, serve me well, slave.”

When she came back, she would always say some gentle words, and then serve her meals, bathe her, chat with her, read books, watch TV, go online, play computer games, etc. Of course, she always held the TV remote. However, she would often ask me what I wanted to watch. If there was nothing she really wanted to watch, she would let me watch what I wanted to watch.

(4)

Sometimes she would take me to a queen/male slave club. The club was playing obscene music. Several men were performing on stage, some completely naked, others dressed in bizarre clothes and chained, dancing and singing to please the women in the audience. Beside the women were whips and various other implements, which they could use to whip the men on stage at any time. There were also lassoes; if they wanted a man, they could lasso him and drag him off the stage to a nearby room for their pleasure, or have him serve them in the lobby.

When I entered, 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, until the glass was almost full, which she then drank. Meanwhile, a man was licking her genitals, swallowing all the fluids that flowed from her.

The 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 an interesting table; under the glass tabletop were two naked men, their upper bodies bent over, bound 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, then dragged over a stool. Upon closer inspection, I realized this stool was also made of men bound together.

The mistress sat down and laughed, "I'll make you my table and stool later!"

Seeing this, I was already aroused; my penis pressed tightly against my leather underwear, eagerly awaiting the mistress's release. My hands were already bound by her, otherwise I might have been tempted to pull down my pants. The mistress, however, only made me kneel and continued talking to the woman.

After a while, the woman suggested exchanging slaves. The mistress became interested and asked if I was willing. I refused. Although the woman was also very sexy, I only enjoyed 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 with someone else. I don't want you anymore."

"No! You said you wouldn't abandon me!" I panicked.

"Just one night..." But the woman interrupted me, "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, "Do you agree or not?"

"Ugh..." I still wanted to beg her, but I was immediately whipped and had no choice but to obediently agree.

The mistress handed me over to the other woman and then led the other man over. The two of us male slaves served each other's mistresses, but I would occasionally glance at whether the mistress was still there. A little while later, 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, "There's no way around it, 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 wanted to experience the pleasures of several other men, but she still couldn't shake me off. She only punished me by making me kneel in the room and watch her being served by three men, but she seemed somewhat distracted and left after a while.

When we got 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 vulva to serve her.

After a while, I pulled down my pants, stuck out my round buttocks, and begged, "Whip me, mistress!"

"Mmm, slave!" The mistress lashed out with her whip in pleasure.

This was the first time I had ever begged her to whip me. Before, though I enjoyed being whipped, I was too embarrassed to ask. The mistress would add more whip marks to the slave's body once they healed, keeping the slave forever under her desire. Now, I couldn't help but beg her. Each lash from her whip sent a jolt through me, 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. Though I was unrestrained, my heart was completely hers. I called out to my mistress, inserting my penis into her body, feeling as if I belonged entirely to her.

"Ah! Slave!" She withdrew my penis, turned, and pinned me beneath her, possessing me wildly… We held each other tightly.

Anyway, I felt this relationship was good, and even if it continued, it wouldn't be bad. A slave doesn't have to worry about anything, just obey their master. And the master? Actually, they don't need to care about anything. They can simply use their slaves to satisfy their own desires. The feeling of mutual attachment and affection 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.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/34272.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=34272&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : Ye Rong and male workers

Next Page : Wife-swapping and lewd nights (4 chapters in total)