SM Queen's Club

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I've been following my current mistress for a year now. My mistress is 19 years older than me and is a beautiful woman. In her youth, she was a very popular prostitute in the area. Now she works as a queen in a sadomasochistic club. One
day, she suddenly felt empty and wanted a slave who belonged entirely to her. So, through an acquaintance, she found me. The moment I saw her, I was deeply attracted to her. Although, in terms of age, she could be my mother, feelings have no age limit. I immediately decided to become her slave.
Half a month later, I quit my job and came to her house to become a full-time slave. The basement of my mistress's house is a small torture chamber, equipped with all kinds of torture instruments, which is used to train me. When my mistress is not home, I help her tidy up the room, do laundry, cook, and clean. When my mistress is home, I am her sex slave. I like it when she plays with me like a toy, humiliates me like a dog, and enjoys me in all the ways she likes. My daily meals are my mistress's excrement and urine. Besides my three meals a day, when my owner is home, I also serve as her toilet. When she needs to relieve herself, she simply poops in my mouth. If she needs to in the middle of the night, she poops in my food bowl (which she calls a dog bowl) as my breakfast the next day. Sometimes, after she relieves herself outside, she'll even bring back some "golden water" in a bag for me to eat. She remembers me all the time, and I'm so proud to have such a master. Of course, if I do something wrong and make her angry, she'll punish me severely and make me go hungry for several days. If I make her happy, I'll get an extra reward—her leftovers. Whatever it is, even a drop of water that spills from her mouth, I'll be content.
I really love my master.
On Saturday, my master told me she was taking me somewhere that night.
This was the first time in almost a year that I'd left her house.
We drove for nearly an hour and arrived in the suburbs. My master parked the car in a dilapidated parking lot. After walking for another ten minutes or so, we came to an ordinary house. In front of the house was an inconspicuous little grocery store, run by a fat woman. The master spoke a few words to the woman, then showed her some kind of card. The woman looked me up and down.
"A public slave or a private slave?" the woman asked.
"A private slave," the master replied.
"Come with me." The woman led us to a room inside the house, made me strip naked, put a chain and shackles on my neck, and marked my arm with a stamp.
The master led me through a dark corridor and found a large, locked iron door in a secluded spot. The woman unlocked the door and let us in. Behind the door was a staircase, which led us to the basement.
There was a spacious hall, dimly lit. It was a sex club, a similar club I had attended before becoming a slave. The club played obscene music, and a large television hanging on the ceiling played pornographic films. Many large iron cages hung from the ceiling, containing several naked men. Several men were performing on stage, completely naked, chained, dancing and singing to the music, swaying their large hips to please the women in the audience. Beside the women were whips and various other implements, ready to be used to whip the men on the platform at any time. There were also lassoes; whichever man she wanted, she could lasso him herself, drag him off the platform, and take him to a nearby room for her own pleasure, or have him serve her directly in the main hall.
It was common to see women leading their male slaves, whipping them, making them lick their bodies, or performing various obscene acts on them.
Not far away were several rows of racks displaying various instruments of torture. A woman was demonstrating how to use these instruments, with five or six slaves kneeling at her feet as her demonstration subjects. Any mistress could use these instruments on her slaves if she was interested.

My mistress didn't like me being whipped and played with by others, so she kept me close by, not letting me stray too far.
Opposite the racks was another row of racks, with more than ten slaves locked underneath—these were communal slaves. Most of the mistresses who came here brought their own private slaves. But some women didn't have private slaves; they could simply register at the bar and choose any communal slave to use. If they weren't satisfied, they could be rented home for a fee and rent. As for us private slaves, if our masters liked, they could temporarily pawn us as public slaves to exchange for other slaves.
Here, although we slaves were the lowest in status, as private slaves, we at least received the protection of our masters, while public slaves were completely at the mercy of anyone. I saw six mistresses surrounding a very young slave, torturing him with all sorts of methods. This slave was already beaten black and blue, yet he still suffered inhuman abuse. This was our fate as slaves. But only we slaves could truly experience the pleasure and enjoyment of being abused by our masters.
Another mistress sat reclining on a chair made of slaves bound and curled up. One slave was licking her feet, another was licking her anus. Beside her lay another slave, whom she was whipping hard on the back with a leather whip.
Seeing these scenes, I was already excited, my penis throbbing, craving my master to abuse me with her most skilled methods. Watching the other slaves eating their masters' excrement, I was already unbearably thirsty.
My master was showing me around when suddenly someone called her name. It turned out to be a friend of hers; she used to be a prostitute like her master, but quit and became a madam at a nightclub. She often brought her slaves to my master's house to play with him, so she could be considered my second master. At that moment, she was sitting elegantly on a "slave chair," drinking beer. The table in front of her was quite interesting; under the glass tabletop were two naked men, their upper bodies bent over, tied to the table, their four legs serving as the table legs. My mistress went over, invited her to sit down, and dragged over another "slave chair," and the two started chatting.
My master didn't let me sit idle either, ordering me to lick her feet.
"May I use your toilet?" a woman asked my master.
"Sure, please," my master smiled and agreed.
Before I could react, the woman grabbed my face and forced my mouth towards her genitals. A stream of scalding urine burst forth, spraying straight into my mouth. Although her urine wasn't as fragrant as my master's, it was still enjoyable. After relieving herself, the woman sighed and wiped her genitals on my face with satisfaction.
"Your slave is quite good, you've had her for a long time, haven't you?" After finishing, the woman pulled up a "slave chair" and sat down to chat with her master.
"Not at all! Not at all! I've only had her for less than a year, she's very cheap, I just brought her out to play this time!"
After a while, the woman suggested exchanging slaves, and the mistress became interested. Although the woman was also charming and noble, I only liked being with my master.

"Master, don't abandon me, I only like being your slave!" I pleaded.
"Shut up, did I ask you to speak? I want to play with other slaves now, I want to exchange you for someone else, I don't want you anymore. You are my slave, I can do whatever I want to you, what right do you have to object?" "
How did you train this slave!" The woman looked at her master and shook her head, "What's the point of talking to a dog, just teach it a lesson." She gestured for her master to use the whip.
The master seemed a little embarrassed, smiled helplessly, and swung the whip, slapping me hard twice across the face.
"See if you dare to talk back again, will you agree or not!"
I wanted to plead again, but the master immediately lashed me again, so I had no choice but to reluctantly agree.
The master handed me over to the other man, then led him to his slave. We two slaves each served our respective mistresses. After a while, the mistress led the man into the room, glaring at me fiercely as she left: "I'll deal with you properly when we get back!"
The new master didn't take me into the room. She continued watching the slave performance, only making me lick her boots. After a while, she ordered a glass of strong liquor from the waiter.
"Get up!" the new master commanded.
I obediently stood up. The new master grabbed my penis, tugged at it a few times, and then thrust it into the glass. The moment my completely exposed glans touched the high-proof liquor, a piercing pain instantly spread throughout my body. My penis felt like it was being corroded by the alcohol, seemingly rotting away bit by bit.
The new master stirred my penis in the liquor for a long time before removing it, then drank the entire glass.
"Kneel down!" the new master commanded.
I knelt before the new master with my head bowed.
The master whipped my back and thighs with a leather whip.
The whip whistled as it lashed across my body, soon leaving trails of bright red welts. The long-awaited pleasure was instantly rekindled, bringing me boundless enjoyment. I panted heavily, looking at my new master with pleading eyes.
"Is it good?"
"Good...good..."
"Want more?"
"Yes, I want more."
"Beg me, like a dog."
"Please, master, hit me. Please."
"Please again."
"Please, master, whip me, please, I will satisfy you with everything I have, please..." At home, I often begged my master, but usually, she would satisfy me after just one beg. But this time, my new master made me beg for a long time before continuing to whip me. While whipping me, my new master forbade me to scream or move, forcing me to kneel quietly and enjoy her whip. If I moved even slightly, she would whip me harder.
Every extra bit of pain from the whip striking my already torn flesh was a testament to my reverence for my master and my unwavering loyalty.
"So good!" my new master exhaled. "Slave, thank me!"
"Yes, thank you, Master, thank you for your grace."

"Now lick my pussy." The new master spread her legs, and I crawled over, burying my head between her thighs.
The new master's pussy was somewhat different from the old master's. The old master's labia were thicker and tighter, so they looked quite ordinary. The new master's labia were small and thin, so the bright red flesh inside protruded outwards, and a flick of the tongue revealed a delicate and lovely clitoris, like a blooming flower. However, they were equally full of the master's charm, exuding the unique, refreshing scent of her urine, allowing one to deeply experience the master's nobility and sanctity.
The new master made me lick her, while she ordered another drink, watching the other slaves perform while drinking. Sometimes she would giggle when she saw something funny. With a little effort, a small amount of holy water would spurt out of her pussy, while a continuous stream of vaginal fluid would gush out. In our slaves' hearts, these were the master's gifts, and if we missed even a little, it would often bring extremely severe punishment from the master.
After licking for about half an hour, my new master kicked me away.
"Not bad, you served me well tonight, I'm very satisfied. Want some?"
I knew the greatest pleasure was finally coming. My master's excrement was different from ordinary food. It was like opium; once you got hooked, you could never get enough. Although I ate her every day, I never seemed to get enough, always craving its taste. Therefore, we slaves considered it the greatest pleasure.
"Yes, I want some."
"Didn't your master teach you how to say it?"
"Yes. I beg my master to grant me your fragrant excrement!"
My new master made me lie on my back on the ground, straddling me, with my anus facing my mouth.
My new master exerted a little force, and a large amount of yellowish-green excrement gushed out, covering my entire face. Perhaps my new master had some diarrhea at that time; her excrement was liquid, and there was still a lot of undigested food left in it. The excrement spread on the ground, and soon there was a large puddle of excrement around me.
"Lick it clean."
My new master made me lick the excrement on her buttocks, and then made me lick the excrement on the ground. I buried my head in the ground, trying to scoop up as much excrement as possible and put it in my mouth. My new mistress even deliberately stepped on the excrement with her boots, and after I finished licking the excrement, she would lick her boots instead. Our behavior attracted the attention of many mistresses.
"Slave, come and fuck me."
Right there at the bar, I called out to my mistress as I inserted my penis into her body. As I sent my penis into her sacred sanctuary, I felt that I belonged to her completely. I completely lost myself. At that moment, I was no longer a person; I was just a tool, a toy, a slave forever loyal to my master.
"Ah! Slave!" My new mistress pressed me down, frantically possessing me and ravaging me... We held each other tightly...
Half an hour later, I had no strength left. My new mistress was still not satisfied, so she kicked me off the bar and called two more slaves to continue. It lasted for a full hour before it ended.
Then, the mistress also finished and led the slaves out of the room.
"Your slave is quite good!" The master returned the slave to the new master and led me over.
"Yours is too, but it lacks stamina."
The new master's slave seemed to be enjoying himself, clinging to the master's leg reluctantly.
"You wretch, do you want to leave me?" The new master was angry and kicked him several feet away. The sharp tip of his boot pierced a large hole in his chin, and blood flowed freely. The slave immediately crawled over, clinging to the new master's leg and begging pitifully...
The master didn't let me watch any longer and led me away from the club.
Back home, because of my previous mistake, the master punished me severely. For three days, the master kept me in a cage and didn't give me anything to eat.
Later, the master often took me to that club, and I was often transferred to other mistresses. Anyway, I thought it was fine this way, even if it continued like this for a long time, it wouldn't be so bad. Slaves don't have to worry about anything, they just have to obey their masters. And what about the masters? Actually, they don't have to worry about anything either, they just have to satisfy themselves with their slaves according to their own desires. The pleasure of mutual affection in sex can only be truly savored in the 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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