Training Love Slave

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I took off my leather gloves and pushed open the door to room 404 of the hotel. My eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, greedily glared at him. I saw my beloved little slave, Nan, already kneeling on the bed, waiting for me.

"Good morning, Master," Nan said, bowing his head respectfully as I entered, his voice trembling slightly. His neatly trimmed

, glossy black bangs lay flat on the floor, concealing the handcuffs on his hands. He stood tall, his buttocks raised, his posture alluring and captivating. I chuckled, locked the door, and slowly walked to his side. Leaning against the soft pillow, I reached out and

stroked his buttocks, causing him to shudder involuntarily. "Hehe, scared?" I whispered, my fingers becoming anything but polite, hooking open his briefs and tearing them open. His buttocks were white, like two flower petals, shyly blushing pink. His most intimate slit trembled with anticipation and nervousness, shyly hidden between these petals. His anus was well-shaped and a vibrant color, exuding the youthful fragrance of a young man.

I placed my hand between the slits and began to caress his anus with my fingernails. His voice trembled violently with my movements—"I...I'm not afraid..."

"You? Forgot the rules?" I said sternly, a smirk playing on my lips. My sharp fingernails suddenly dug into his skin, causing him to cry out in surprise, "Ah, it hurts—"

I didn't speak, only intensifying my movements.

He breathed heavily, quickly pleading in a sweet voice, "M-Master, this little slave knows his mistake. Please...please...ah, oh...please, Master...punish me."

"Hehe, that's a good boy." I took out two small metal clips, loosened my fingernails, and then used the cool clips to pinch the inside of his tender thighs instead. I pinched his chin, lifted his face, and watched his pained expression. I laughed, "Little slave, is it comfortable?"

His eyes were brimming with tears, but he nodded with a seductive smile, "Master, this little slave feels so good."

Good, I happily pulled him up from the ground and dragged him towards the bathroom. This little slave is so good. My taste is good; I spotted him at first glance in the BDSM room. Nan had loved sex for a long time but had never dared to find a master. Then suddenly he became bold and determined to find one, and I found him. Our first private chat involved a video call, and I demanded he strip naked and kneel before me. These are my criteria for choosing a slave—first, he must be good-looking with a perfect figure; second, he must be obedient and sensible. Nan did it with difficulty, but he was clearly very excited. I wanted him, and seeing his clumsy, unable-to-let-go manner, I was extremely satisfied. This was the slave I wanted; he was Nan.

We communicated online for four months. Under my guidance, he obediently called me master, and I called him slave. We chatted too. He was tired from work and would whine to me, and I'd tell him to take care of himself in the cold weather. But more often, we engaged in a game we both enjoyed immensely—domination! On the other end of the network, he'd follow my instructions, undress, caress himself, put on ropes, clamp irons, kneel, crawl, lie down, or sit, legs spread, and "ravage" himself in front of me on the other side of the network. We coordinated perfectly, and he'd always collapse to the ground in ecstasy. And at that moment, a sense of regret would well up in both of us—we both longed to do it in real life!

And this wish, after a long period of gestation, finally came true today.

The bathtub was steamy, and I placed Nan in the water, carefully massaging him. My hands roamed vigorously over every corner of his body, using the water's lubrication to let our skin get used to each other. His skin was beautiful, smooth and delicate, without any unwanted body hair except for his armpits. I have a peculiar fetish for men; they must be clean, gentle, and fair-skinned. Such men lack the savagery of a burly man and the delicate fragility of a young girl; they can arouse my desire and allow me to roughly manipulate them. As I washed his genitals, Nan involuntarily let out a moan, his eyes half-closed as he glanced at me, deeply yearning for my teasing. I was just washing casually, when suddenly I picked up the shower gel, pulled back his foreskin, and poured it over him… “Ah…” he meowed like a kitten again. My index finger, scooping up the shower gel, began to rub it heavily around his genitals. It was less of a cleansing and more of a serious teasing. His breathing was rapid, his face flushed red, and liquid spilled from his glans, mixing with the shower gel…

But then my hand left his penis, causing his erect member to tremble in frustration. At the same time, he protested against me unwillingly—"Ugh!"

"The training hasn't even started yet, and you're already this excited?" I laughed and pushed him into the bathtub. He suddenly choked and coughed. "You're so greedy, little slave, you're too impatient…" My voice became seductive as I suddenly grabbed his hair, which was submerged in water, and dragged him out of the bathtub. "Cough! Cough!" He coughed weakly, lying on the floor, looking at me with confusion and fear in his eyes—I took the showerhead from him…

"M-Master…what…what are you going to do? No…" he begged, but he was powerless to stop me from putting him in an awkward position on the edge of the bathtub—his handcuffed hands hung limply off the floor, his head down, his buttocks sticking out, his stomach resting on the edge of the tub, his legs spread wide, tied to the water pipe on the edge of the tub with a rope. His genitals were wide open, facing me directly. I pinched his beautiful anus and laughed: "Darling, don't be afraid. You've washed the outside enough, now the inside needs a good wash too…" He shook his head, sighed, and finally understood that I was going to give him an enema.

We often talked about enemas, but due to the virtual nature of the internet, it was impossible to actually do it. I once asked him to insert the water pipe into his anus, but he hesitated terribly every time, and never succeeded. Some things can only be done by someone else; torturing yourself is simply too difficult. Today, I can finally give him an enema…

He trembled with excitement, and I was breathless with excitement too—I disassembled the showerhead, leaving only a hard little metal sleeve connected to the shower hose. The hose was about the thickness of a thumb. I pressed the metal against his anus, instructing him to relax while massaging the folds around his anus—it was quite thick after all… Suddenly, I lost patience and forcefully pried open his anus, shoving the metal sleeve and hose inside. He let out a pig-like scream, and I saw his legs trembling violently, yet he didn't stop what he was doing. "You lowly slave, don't be afraid!" I growled, kicking him at the same time. He dared not scream anymore, biting his lip tightly, waves of pain coming from deep in his throat.

"That's more like it," I said with satisfaction, lovingly patting his buttocks, those pitifully white and stiff cheeks tightly gripping the foreign object that had entered his anus. "Relax," I said, lowering my head and gently licking his thigh with my tongue, until I reached the clamp on his inner thigh. **This is the kind of painful game it is; the more painful it is, the greater the pleasure.** I bit down on the clamp and yanked it off, leaving only a patch of red swelling on his skin. He cried out in pain again, and I turned on the shower…

gurgling, warm water gushed into his stomach, which slowly swelled up. His legs kicked helplessly, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he cried out to me, "Master… this little slave is so uncomfortable, so miserable…"

I let the water continue flowing, but raised an eyebrow and asked him, "How uncomfortable?"

"Master, my stomach is so bloated, it's so hot and itchy inside... I... I... I want to..." When he was in too much pain, he would forget how to address people and start saying "I." Four months and he still couldn't break this bad habit. I chuckled boredly, turned off the shower, and suddenly pulled the hose out of his anus... A gushing stream of foul water spurted from his body like a fountain, filling the entire bathroom with a stench that instantly turned the bathtub water yellow. I pulled up the mask I had prepared beforehand, frowned. Enemas were fun, but they were just too smelly. Sigh... whatever, let's get this over with quickly. After the gushing finished, I immediately inserted the hose back into his body, turned on the water, then pulled it out and drained it. I did this more than twenty times, until his anus was red and swollen from my torture, and the gushing liquid was completely clear water before I finally let him go. I drained all the dirty water from the bathtub, rinsed it thoroughly with hot water, and then loosened the restraints on him. He was exhausted from the ordeal, his body limp, tears welling in his eyes, his pitiful appearance incredibly moving. I thought I should cherish him, so I washed him thoroughly with hot water, then took him out of the bathroom and placed him on the soft, warm bed.

He looked so adorable, all clean and fresh, his skin glistening with water droplets, warm and fragrant. I took out the prepared chains, looped them around the shackles on his hands, and hung him from the ceiling. His ankles were on the bed, in a half-kneeling position, his knees not touching the bed, so his arms were taut, his upper body forming a taut, beautiful curve. This position was arduous, yet incredibly graceful, and also very sensitive. I stood up on the bed and came behind him, my hand only brushing against his armpit, making him tremble with ticklish pleasure. I hugged him tightly, kneading his breasts skillfully, my warm body rubbing lovingly against his back. His pose was absolutely mesmerizing. "Ugh... Master..." He couldn't help but start writhing, and the closeness between us made him lose his senses. I knew he adored me. On the first day of our video chat, his eyes shone brightly as he looked at me. Was it because I was so handsome? A simple smile was enough to captivate him.

After a short while of intimacy, I released him. I came to face him, gazed into his eyes, and pulled out a leather whip, saying, "Slave, do you want it?" He looked at the whip with a hint of fear, but his Adam's apple bobbed rapidly. I knew he was drooling with desire too. Whipping, a classic element in pornography, something we'd never been able to experience. Because he couldn't whip himself. Today, his wish would come true.

"Please, Master, grant this slave the privilege of being whipped." His eyes flickered with fear and longing; I knew he wanted it. I taught Butterfly the requests she made before receiving training, the shameless moans of pleasure during training—these words excited me and pleased him.

"Snap!" The whip struck his body squarely. He cried out, whether from pain or pleasure, I couldn't tell. I watched with satisfaction as a beautiful red mark appeared on his buttocks, a brilliant stroke on a blank canvas. Crack! Crack! Crack! I lashed repeatedly, striking hard. His body swayed and trembled like a sieve from the whip, his chest and thighs quickly covered in red welts.

"Ugh, Master..." he cried, tears welling in his eyes. I continued to whip him. A lash struck him, and he began to weep. "It hurts so much, Master!" he screamed at me. I glared at him, displeased. "What?"

He silently lowered his eyes. "Master...it feels so good to be beaten, but Master, don't work so hard. Can you rest for a while?"

"You can't take it anymore?" I stopped whipping him and moved closer.

He looked up at me, nodding through his tears. "Yes."

I suddenly grabbed his tear-streaked face and kissed him passionately. We kissed for a while, then I followed his long neck to his collarbone, sliding down to his sexy chest, lingering on the crisscrossing whip marks. I stuck out my tongue and ruthlessly touched his wounds; he must have felt both pain and itchiness, a tingling numbness, his suspended body faithfully writhing and dodging, he must be in agony.

"Is it good?" I asked, reaching his stomach, then suddenly taking his penis into my mouth and sucking on it, my hand groping his anus, which was red, swollen, and difficult to close. This sent him from hell to heaven; his penis soon grew strong in my mouth, his anus opening and closing, sucking on my fingers. During our online training, I had told him, "In real life, I will definitely take advantage of you, attacking you from both ends." That sentence excited him greatly, and today it finally came true. His body was so happy, he couldn't wait, repeatedly calling out, "Master, Master." He used to love calling me that.

I just love hearing him or his calls. His voice is beautiful, a very magnetic male voice. Hearing such a voice, whether it's a soft cry or a seductive murmur, is a tremendous pleasure. So I both enjoy causing him pain and pleasure.

Just as he was about to ejaculate, I suddenly released my grip. Grinning maliciously at his unsatisfied, painful expression, I slammed a tight rubber band around his penis, binding his desire. "Ugh..." he writhed in dissatisfaction, while I watched with a smirk.

I loosened the chains suspending him and laid him flat on the bed. Then I bent his legs and tied them to the bed railing above his head with a rope. "Master is going to eat you now," I said with a laugh, taking out the prepared food from my bag. I opened the bottle of red wine and shoved it into his mouth, the bright red liquid pouring into his cleaned passage. He shyly turned his face away. The bottle was almost empty, and seeing his stomach swell again, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I stuffed him with a large sausage I bought from the supermarket, sealing in the red wine that filled his belly. "Darling, you're delicious," I said, then arranged tofu around him, forming a pretty pattern with his bound penis as the center. Then, I used a spoon to scoop up butter and spread it little by little on his penis until it became a snow-white, fluffy butter stick, and then I decorated the end of the stick with a small cherry. Then I poured chili oil on him, which made him shudder a few times in pain. However, I showed no mercy and carefully applied the chili oil along the whip marks, making him wince in pain with each application, until he broke out in a fine sweat. Finally, I placed fried bean cakes on top of all the chili oil.

"A delicious feast!" I looked at my masterpiece, extremely proud, and my lower body began to throb slightly. "Little slave, your master is going to eat you!"

He looked at me with a confused yet happy expression, having been made like this and then eaten by me, he must have longed for it for a long time. I was hungry too, so I unbuckled my belt, pulled down my pants, and knelt on top of him. Our position was amusing; my face was pressed against his genitals, and my penis hung precariously before his eyes. "Little slave, Master is serving dinner now. You should eat Master's too," I said with a grin, burying my face in the cream stick. He responded with a gulp, taking my penis into his mouth as well. I savored it slowly, finishing the cream and then the bean cake. Finally, as I gnawed on the sausage, my lower body was already aroused beyond measure. "Mmm..." I couldn't resist any longer, finishing the sausage in one bite, and then sucking on the wine. Just then, I could no longer control the surging pleasure within me. My penis trembled in his mouth, and hot semen sprayed into his mouth.

"So delicious," I said, turning around with a smile. Seeing his flushed face, I pulled my penis out of his mouth and ordered him to drink it all. "Was it delicious, Master?"

he asked, looking at me with a silly grin, nodding repeatedly.

He was so adorable. Next, we played games like candle wax dripping, and finally I pinned him down on the bed and thrust into him hard from behind, loosening the rubber band on his penis. We both reached orgasm simultaneously; his semen covered the sheets, while mine was soaked with his. We fell into a deep sleep, filled with pleasure and satisfaction, until the sun was high in the sky the next day.

"Nan, I'm glad I was able to discipline you in real life." I tied my tie and polished my shiny black shoes. The best times always pass too quickly; I had to end this vacation and return to the city where I work, having to distance myself from him again.

"Master..." He rushed over and hugged me, calling me reluctantly, "Little slave, I really don't want Master to leave."

"Don't be silly, you should go to work too." I stroked his hair, actually quite reluctant to part with him. Our meeting brought us such joy and madness. Before meeting him, I never imagined I could share what I loved so passionately with another person. It's wonderful; the pleasure of yesterday, now gone, will be treasured for a lifetime.

"Master...this little slave..." He looked up at me, tears glistening, "This little slave loves you, don't go."

I lowered my head, kissed his burning forehead deeply, and embraced him. The brutal process, the madness, was also incredibly joyful and beautiful. We trusted each other deeply; a sweet affection even blossomed between us. But...real-life training is always short-lived; all good things must come to an end.

"Master loves you too. My little slave, goodbye. See you online, and I'll train you in real life again sometime." I turned, walked out of the hotel, boarded the train, and returned to the city I'd always lived in. I left my little slave, and I left behind a moment of madness. But this experience of training my beloved slave will forever remain unforgettable.

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