Abandoned slave! The end of humiliation

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Abandoned Slave! The End of Humiliation—A True Confession of a Hong Kong White-Collar Worker

I'm having that dream again.

In the city at night, I stagger along, suppressing the familiar itch deep within my body. Flashing neon lights illuminate me, and crowds come and go around me, but I hear no noise, only silence.

Yet, all around me, people look at me with strange eyes.

I reflexively lower my head, examining myself. Before my eyes, my naked body is deforming, swelling, my breasts slowly sagging and lengthening, my nipples gradually enlarging and thickening.

I grasp my breasts and insert them into my vagina and anus.

So thick and big! Intense pleasure overwhelms my entire body, and hot fluid flows from between my legs.

"Drip—" "Drip—" The only thing I can hear now is the crisp sound of the fluid dripping onto the ground.

No, not just between my legs, but thick fluid gushed from my exhausted body, flowing into a wanton stream that reached the ground. My body was dissolving inch by inch.

Feet, thighs, breasts… melting away before my eyes, dissolving into a wanton stream. I looked up at the crowd around me; their eyes gleamed in the darkness.

Suddenly, I felt myself reaching an unprecedented peak of pleasure.

In that instant, I groaned—"No—" At the moment of climax, I awoke from my dream.

Unable to bear the itching, I skillfully reached between my legs, caressing my swollen, itchy labia. Beneath my legs, there was already a thick layer of pasty white discharge from my vagina.

I inserted the tip of my hand into my vagina and pinched my clitoris with my fingers. The intense stimulation made me tremble. Soon, I hissed softly, ejaculating a thin stream of fluid into my palm.

It seemed that the fear was released along with the desire, and my mood calmed down a bit. I brought my hand, still wet with the semen, to my lips and slowly drank it, only to be surprised to find my face wet with droplets.

Was it sweat from the exercise? Or tears from the dream?

I didn't know.

The pungent, fishy smell of the semen reached my nose.

My mind, stimulated by this smell, became completely clear. I turned to look at the clock on the opposite wall.

The hour hand pointed to four o'clock.

As usual, I hadn't fallen asleep until after midnight, after countless masturbations, due to extreme exhaustion from excitement. In other words, I hadn't slept for four hours, and I had woken up again because of the intensely lewd things I had done in my dream.

This was my state of being.

Since seven years ago, when my master trained me into a typical masochist, I've woken up every day after a climax from a lewd dream, unless we've had sex all night long. Upon waking, I always feel a strange itching and emptiness in my vagina.

But today, this feeling is particularly strong because I haven't been humiliated for almost two months. As a masochist, I can only achieve a true climax of physical and spiritual union under unbearable, intense humiliation. The constant pursuit of stronger climaxes is the meaning of my life; without climaxes, I can no longer exist in this world.

In this world, I know of one person—perhaps only one—whose humiliation can drive me to the brink of unbearable torment. Because of this, I call this person my master and dedicate my body and soul to him.

This ordinary-looking man from a poor background, named Yang Mingwei, is my secretary and special assistant at the company. Besides his hard work, he seems unremarkable to others, but I know very well that he has a mind particularly adept at humiliating women and a penis with astonishing power.

It was precisely because of these two points that he subdued me seven years ago, making me abandon my happy and harmonious family and willingly kneel before him.
Recently, my troubles have been escalating rapidly.

First, several of my neighbors are jointly suing me for repeated sexual harassment.

Correspondingly, at my company, my promiscuous behavior has aroused the outrage of female employees, who are reportedly preparing to petition for my dismissal. Meanwhile

, my body, which I've always been most proud of, has begun to suffer from various ailments. Just the other day, my personal doctor gave me another stern warning. He said that due to prolonged indulgence and other behaviors such as excessive use of aphrodisiacs, various parts of my body, especially my kidneys, have developed serious problems. If I continue this unrestrained indulgence, I won't have the chance to celebrate my fiftieth birthday.

My stamina is no longer sufficient for all-night sex, and I often lack concentration, frequently falling into a prolonged state of dazedness after orgasm.
But I don't care about any of this. The only thing that scares me is the thought of one day losing my master's favor.

Especially now.

For many days, I've increasingly felt that my master, who used to find the greatest pleasure in humiliating me, is now showing a decreasing enthusiasm for doing so.

If this continues, I might soon be abandoned by my master.

Without my master, I'm less than a dog.

"Is it because I did something wrong?" I can't help but have this fantasy—that not humiliating me is my master's punishment.
But deep down, I know that my master's indifference towards me has only one reason: he can no longer derive pleasure from humiliating me.

But I refuse to believe it.

To stop thinking about these troubling questions, I turn on the lamp and insert a vibrator into myself.

Ever since seven years ago, whenever I encounter something unpleasant, it manifests as a restless desire for sex.

The enormous vibrator moved in and out of my vagina and anus at a steady pace. This was my sixty-fifth vibrator in seven years, and the largest I had ever used, perhaps even seen. This three-section vibrator was about 25 centimeters long and about 4 centimeters in diameter, practically like a club, covered in rough protrusions.

Any other ordinary woman would probably be terrified and cry at the sight of such a dildo! But because my vagina and anus had been through so much, the vibrator inserted smoothly, and it didn't even arouse me.

My body moved mechanically. After a long while, vaginal fluid weakly spurted from my hot vaginal cavity. I panted, my eyes blankly staring at the space above me, my whole body weak, yet I felt no excitement whatsoever after an orgasm.

For me, this routine ejaculation was nothing but a false, barely noticeable orgasm, incomparable to the orgasms my master gave me when he humiliated me.

"Time to change the vibrator again!" I thought helplessly as I pulled the dildo out. Without a master by my side, I cannot find true pleasure. I can only increase the intensity of my pleasure by constantly upgrading the sex toys. As for the consequences of doing so, I never think about them.

I neither want to think about them nor dare to think about them.

After lightly wiping my still-wet vulva, I reinserted the vibrator I had just pulled out into my still-pulsating vagina and turned it on. Only then did I laboriously lift my weak legs and get out of bed, ready to begin another day.

Seven years of habit had made it impossible for me to do anything if my vagina wasn't completely full; even taking a step felt incredibly uncomfortable and empty. Correspondingly, over those seven years, the volume of objects my vagina could accommodate had grown larger and larger.

Exhausted, I decided to take a shower to alleviate my physical fatigue, but in the bathtub, I masturbated again. When the orgasm subsided, I felt extreme pain and soreness in my lower back, a symptom my doctor had told me was inevitable after unrestrained indulgence.

However, I didn't remove the vibrator that was still pulsating inside me.

Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, I saw a full-figured, mature, and beautiful female body reflected in it.

Perhaps because I had just showered, my entire body radiated a dazzling, snow-white glow, my damp hair curling and clinging to my forehead.

Though slightly sagging, my two enormous 37g breasts still held their firmness—this was my pride. My slightly protruding belly, my long, shapely legs that were a little plump but maintained a beautiful line—in the mirror, I looked like a lady from a painting by the Western classical master Titian, pure and full of holy beauty—if you ignored the vibrator buried inside me, only its base protruding, and the undisguised lust in my eyes.

Could this be my true self?

Li Diane, a gentle, beautiful, and pure woman?

If I hadn't met my master, perhaps this is really what I would look like?

In this rare moment of clarity, temporarily free from my perverse lust, past affairs flowed through my heart like water.

Now, looking back on my life seven years ago, it felt like a dream.

My name is Li Di'an. I have an enviable figure of 175 centimeters and long, beautiful legs. I am beautiful, have a wide range of interests, and a cheerful personality—the kind of woman everyone loves. I graduated from Z University and then went to work for a well-known multinational corporation. Because of my meticulous work, I was highly praised by my superiors and continuously promoted. By the time I was thirty-four, I was a senior manager in the company, a true career woman.

In my second year at work, I met a handsome and charming young entrepreneur through work. After a passionate romance, we got married. Although our sex life wasn't frequent, it was very harmonious. The year after our marriage, I gave birth to our only child—Tianbao. Until I turned thirty, my family and career were very fulfilling, but for some reason, I always felt unhappy.

One day, feeling lonely, I went to a bar alone, wearing only a short dress over my naked body, to drink alone. There, I met a young man named Yang Mingwei, who had just joined the company and was assigned to work under me. Under semi-coercion, I had an intimate relationship with him.

When I discovered that Yang Mingwei was a sadist skilled in sexual sadism, I was already inseparable from him. Half forced, half willing, I accepted Yang Mingwei's training, obeyed his commands, and regarded him as my master. Before long, I found myself unable to live without him. To be with him forever, I divorced my husband, left my ten-year-old son, and signed a contract of unconditional obedience to my master, officially becoming a sex slave without any personal dignity.

This kind of life has lasted for seven years now.

In these seven years, I have endured endless humiliation, which has become my sole purpose for survival. My entire life's meaning is the constant pursuit of new, unprecedented orgasms.

I live alone in a mansion in the suburbs. My master is always with me, of course, devising all sorts of novel and cruel ways to torture me every day, shattering my already fading self-esteem. These are my happiest days.

For seven years, I have lived this excessively indulgent and depraved life. When my master is around, I indulge in debauchery with him; when he is not, I indulge alone. My mind is always filled with lewd thoughts; nothing else can lift my spirits. I'm always listless. Even with a penis inserted in my vagina at work, I always feel sleepy, but when it's time to sleep, I can't fall asleep. Only after masturbation can I drift off to sleep, but I don't sleep for long before I'm awakened by lewd dreams.

I can't live without my master. Without him by my side, although I can achieve orgasm through masturbation many times, I don't feel an climax. So this orgasm is just a consequence of extreme sexual dissatisfaction.

My work is all done by my master—although he can't get a big promotion at the company yet because of his seniority, he is truly a genius in business, the only one I've ever seen in my life—and of course, in return, I serve him with all my might.

I've met my ex-husband; he's remarried, and his new wife treats him and my son very well. That's enough! In this state of life, I no longer want to think about things like my future, fate, or reputation. I also have no time to think about things unrelated to my master. My master is my everything, or more accurately, my master's training is my everything.

I've truly become a submissive bitch who, besides engaging in various abnormal and lewd forms of sex, only knows how to eat, drink, defecate, and sleep, completely losing my dignity as a human being.

Thinking about my life over the years, looking at the false innocence in the mirror, I was overwhelmed with sorrow, and tears streamed down my face.

This was the first time in seven years that I had truly realized and reflected on my life situation, but tragically, even this level of awakening was merely a fleeting moment of normal thought. Twenty minutes later, I began to consider more realistic and pressing issues.

I seriously considered my future.

Aside from the crow's feet around my eyes and some excess fat on my waist and thighs, my body, thanks to supplements and long-term meticulous care, still possessed considerable charm. My skin remained snow-white and delicate, my figure still curvaceous, and even my nipples and genitals, which are most prone to discoloration, still retained that vibrant red that young men love.

However, for the past two months, my master hadn't wanted to humiliate me, and this wasn't because I had done anything wrong. Perhaps my master has simply lost interest in humiliating me—for a sadist like him, only women with a rebellious spirit and a sense of shame could pique his interest in training me. But after seven long years, those two things are gone from me.

I can accept any extreme and perverse training from my master without question. Will my master continue to humiliate a defenseless, aging, and faded bitch?
The thought of being abandoned by my master sends a chill down my spine.

I must not let that happen.

I would rather die than let that happen.

Perhaps, like in my dream, melting into bubbles of lustful fluid and disappearing is my destiny.

"~~~Beep~~~Beep~~~Beep~~~" The sharp ring of the telephone jolted me awake from my reverie.

"Hello! This is Li Di'an." "What are you doing? Do you know there's a high-level management meeting this morning? The chairman has already assigned you to prepare this year's financial report." The master's deep, powerful voice came from the other end of the phone, and I became a little more alert.

"Is there a meeting this morning?" "I told you yesterday, don't you remember?" I tried hard to recall, but I couldn't remember whether my master had mentioned it to me or not. My memory had severely deteriorated due to my declining mental state. But I knew I couldn't be late, otherwise those gossipy women who had long wanted to fire me from the company would have another chance to spread rumors.

"Hurry up, you absolutely can't be late!" "Yes, master. But, what do you want me to wear today?" I asked my master in the most seductive voice, hoping that my master could use this opportunity to discipline me.

"Anything is fine, you old bitch." If it were before, my master would probably have made many harsh demands to humiliate me. But today, after my master impatiently said this, he immediately hung up the phone.

My tears immediately welled up.

Master, do you really not want me anymore?

After quickly finishing breakfast, I began my routine pre-departure makeup.

For a middle-aged woman like me, especially a woman like me who needs to use her beauty to please men, it's impossible to go out without makeup. Over the years, I've spent increasingly longer periods applying makeup, because there are more and more areas to conceal, and the internal, erotic interference I experience during this time has become more frequent.

Having just realized this, I'm now meticulously working on my makeup routine, determined to appear flawless, because I need to maintain my master's sexual interest.

First, I comb my shoulder-length hair, then perform my routine facial makeup: eyeshadow, eyebrow tattooing, and a vibrant lipstick.
The makeup is heavy and striking, but I'm very careful to control it so it doesn't come across as lewd, aiming to project an air of noble elegance. Over the years, I've come to understand that even the most fervent S&M enthusiasts desire to humiliate women of noble, pure, and untouchable character.

Therefore, I must never appear like a street prostitute—though many of my actions are so depraved that even women accustomed to the ways of the flesh wouldn't dare to do them.

After careful application, my somewhat haggard face is transformed.

Next comes the body makeup. For me, this is more important than facial makeup, because I often stand naked in front of men, sometimes even prominently displaying my genitals. My breasts and lower body, due to prolonged and excessive promiscuity, now have some imperfections that must be concealed with makeup.

I picked up a towel and first wiped my body, especially the areas constantly oozing my erotic fluids, clean.

This was a very difficult task, because my vulva, already constantly wet, would erupt with a torrent of fluids at the slightest stimulation, or even just a fleeting thought of lust, let alone being wiped with a towel.

I took two ice cubes from the refrigerator, parted my labia majora with my fingers, placed the ice cubes inside, and then taped them in place to prevent the ice from falling out. This is my experience: using intense cold to numb the sensitive nerves of the vulva, then removing the remaining ice to dry the area, allowing me to quickly apply makeup. While this method isn't long-lasting, it's enough to achieve my goal if done quickly.

The burning heat in my vulva gradually cooled down, and I took the opportunity to quickly shave off the newly sprouted pubic hair. I'm very careful when shaving my pubic hair because if it's not shaved clean, it will prick and make others who touch that area uncomfortable. I've had the painful experience of being neglected by my owner for not shaving in time.

My body hair grows very quickly anyway, so I often have to remove it, but to save time, I usually do this kind of troublesome thing at night, only checking in the morning for any particularly fast-growing stubble.

The razor moved gently along the outer edge of my labia, but I still felt new nectar seeping from my vagina.

In my experience, the pubic hair around the anus is the hardest to shave because it's coarse and invisible to the naked eye; you have to bend over and carefully remove it bit by bit in front of a mirror. So when I felt hard stubble around my anus, I had a bad feeling. I had no choice but to sit up high on top of the mirror on the floor and patiently clean it, bending over.

As my fingers were stroking around my anus, I began to feel a strong urge to defecate. My bowel movements are usually regular, and feeling this early was rare for me before, but now it happens frequently, usually with loose, unformed stool. I think this is because my anus is being penetrated by foreign objects too often.

I usually defecate at the company in the morning because there I have ample time for my master to perform an enema, and I can even—use my feces as a condiment for my lunch.

For someone like me who is used to masochism, enemas are a daily ritual. Lately, because my anus has become too dilated, I've been increasing the dosage of the enema fluid to ensure that the enema still gives me a wonderful masochistic feeling.

Now that I need to defecate, I should start the enema immediately, but I hesitate, feeling somewhat troubled.

Because if I start the enema now, it means I have to endure at least an hour before I can defecate comfortably. I have to leave home in ten minutes. The journey from my home to my company usually takes forty minutes, plus some time to walk to the office. In the meantime, I couldn't possibly stop to defecate without some extra time, otherwise I'd be late, and I absolutely couldn't be late.

For the past few months, especially this past month, due to excessively frequent, almost non-stop masturbation (I usually masturbate from both ends simultaneously), my vagina and anus have become extremely dilated. Although I insert an anal plug every time I have an enema, I don't know if my anus can currently hold its shape tightly for an hour; I have no confidence in that.

However, I don't want to defecate at home immediately, as this would not only cause me to miss a great opportunity to reach orgasm, but also likely prevent me from eating properly at lunchtime. After some thought, I decided to have an enema at home and then wait a little longer before going to the office to relieve myself. Actually, this forced restraint itself could give me an orgasm.

Having made up my mind, I put down my work, took out the carefully stored high-quality enema fluid and a large enema syringe. After drawing about 600cc of enema fluid, I skillfully straightened my anus and injected the liquid from the enema syringe into my rectum.

Looking in the mirror, I saw my anus. The wrinkles around the pale purple anus bud writhed, enveloping the tip of the enema syringe. The internal mucosa immediately felt the flow of the cool yet warm liquid.

"Ah..." I sighed deeply. This feeling was wonderful!

After the enema, I picked up the anal plug (used to prevent excessive tension in the anal muscles) and inserted it into my anus. Soon, a familiar tingling pain began to emanate from my rectum. To prevent feces from spilling out, the sphincter muscles near my anus began to clench the plug.

After the enema, my labia were briefly de-excited due to the coldness. I quickly peeled off the tape on my labia majora and cleaned my entire vulva thoroughly. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, I skillfully applied a layer of glossy red nail polish to the inside and outside of my labia and the anus area. After finishing, my entire vulva instantly became beautiful and shiny. I did the same to my nipples.

After cleaning up the most troublesome parts, I applied a very thin layer of perfume all over my body—so thin you couldn't feel it against your skin—but it made my skin look delicate, fair, and incredibly elastic. Next, I applied colorless nail polish to my fingernails and toenails.

At this point, the most complicated part of the makeup was complete; all that remained was to choose appropriate clothing.

When choosing clothes, my first requirement was that while the style was sexy, it also had to be dignified and appropriate for my status as a senior manager; secondly, the material had to be thin and light to satisfy my desire for exposure.

After much consideration, I took a brown woolen suit from Ports from my wardrobe, put it directly on my bare body, and then put on pearlescent stockings and garter belts.

Ports suits always highlight sexiness within their dignified elegance. The skirt of this woolen suit was 20 centimeters above the knee, and the top was a sexy style with a front opening and only two buttons at the waist. Anyone standing opposite me could clearly see most of my breasts from the wide-open neckline. The garter belt and stockings

at the waist could restrain the excess fat on my waist and thighs, while also making my buttocks look fuller and firmer.

For seven years, no matter when or where, I have never worn underwear or a bra to cover my private parts, and my outer clothing has always been this revealing. Exposure brings me to orgasm.

I tidied my hair, put on a diamond necklace, and then took a pair of newly bought purple high heels from the shoe cabinet, changing out of the high-heeled slippers I used to sleep in.

For ordinary women, wearing high heels is very uncomfortable, and the high heels I own are uncomfortable enough to give me a masochistic pleasure. But for me, high heels are undoubtedly a very important part of my outfit, not only because they can greatly enhance my appearance, but also because I have a special fondness for them.

So for the past seven years, day and night, I have always worn high heels of various styles, but all with extremely high heels, even when I sleep. When I go out, my outfit is always a sexy and revealing outer garment, and a pair of high heels so high that it makes walking difficult.

These high heels are a mysterious purple, with thin heels that are five inches high. Even for a woman as tall as me, wearing them makes it feel like walking on stilts. The first time I saw these shoes, I bought them without hesitation. Instinctively, I believed that if their owner saw them, they would love them.

After dressing up, the final step was to tear off the tape sticking to my labia, re-insert a huge electric dildo into my vagina, and then stand in front of the huge dressing mirror to examine myself.

Everything was okay!

Compared to the beautiful woman in the mirror just now, I was now noble, dignified, and radiant, with curvaceous, vibrant, and exuding a wanton and alluring glow. My dark eyes were so moist they seemed to be dripping with water.

I believed that if my master saw me like this, he would be very happy and want to abuse me.

An increasingly strong urge to defecate came from my anus. I took a deep breath to endure it, walked out of my brothel, started my Ferrari, and sped towards the company. My master was waiting for me there.

Hell was waiting for me there!!!

1. Hovering on the Edge of the End

In the bustling city, it was now the peak of the commuting rush.

Countless vehicles converged into a river, crowding forward on the suddenly narrowed roads.

I sat in my Ferrari, opened the window, and exposed my naked body to everyone.

This is my recent new enjoyment: being naked in a bustling downtown area, subjected to the voyeuristic gazes of those around me. Because my sense of shame is becoming increasingly numb, I resort to extreme methods to stimulate my perverse exhibitionist desires.

Today is Monday. After two days off work, many people have to catch up on their backlog. The roads are unusually congested and slow-moving compared to usual.

My Ferrari, despite its incredible speed, can only crawl along at a snail's pace in the massive traffic. Passengers in passing vehicles stare at me with surprise, disdain, and mostly lustful eyes, but with the flood of cars, they can't possibly get out and rape me.

I'm not afraid of being raped, but this activity no longer excites me much—I've been raped countless times, and for a long time, it excited me more than normal sex—now I'm more worried about being needlessly raped and missing my commute to work.

I sat in the driver's seat, anxiously watching new cars constantly join the traffic. There were less than twenty minutes left until the company's official start time of nine o'clock, but I had only covered a little over a third of the distance. What bothered me more was the increasingly intense sensations rising in my lower abdomen; several times I felt I had reached my limit.

This couldn't go on. If this continued, I wouldn't be able to make it to the company, and I would miss a very important meeting this morning. This would be the third time I'd been late in the past month, whereas last year I was late only three times and never missed a meeting.

I started considering using a larger anal plug. It was a custom-made rubber plug tailored to the largest opening of my anus, designed to effectively reduce the impact. But I wasn't willing to do it so soon. My mind was now filled with masochistic pleasure. Although it couldn't compare to the humiliation my master inflicted on me, compared to the almost imperceptible intercourse and masturbation, this tense feeling—it felt so good!

Since the car couldn't go fast anyway, I simply used only my right hand to hold the steering wheel, freeing my left hand to masturbate and enhance my current pleasure. As my fingers vigorously rubbed my labia, I couldn't help but recall my vulva from my youth.

In my youth, having a beautifully contoured, full vulva was something I was secretly very proud of.

Thick labia majora enveloped the faintly visible pink valley, which would automatically open when aroused, revealing the cherry-sized clitoris and the mysterious honeyed cunt. Such a beautiful sight would evoke strong desire even in a stone, let alone my vagina, which was soft and sensitive due to diligent training, with elastic muscles inside.

The first time I had sex with a man, he told me in a praising tone that my vulva was breathtakingly beautiful. After that, every man who had sex with me for the first time praised my vulva. My husband, in particular, was so obsessed with the wonderful feeling of tightness that he chose me, who wasn't the most outstanding among many beauties.

When I met my mistress, I was a middle-aged woman with a ten-year-old son. My vulva had become somewhat loose due to age and childbirth, but she still told me that my vulva felt wonderful!

At that time, she praised my vulva, saying it could be called a "masterpiece."

The scene of her saying those words is still vivid in my mind, as if it were yesterday. But my vulva has lost its former beauty. The labia majora, which were once full, firm, and had a beautiful color and shape like flower petals, are now gradually losing their elasticity. Although they have become thicker than before, they can no longer cover the organs inside.

Sooner or later, this vulva will be so ugly that I won't even want to look at it, like a piece of rotting, smelly flesh, like a skin hanging between my legs—that day may not be long.

The condition of other parts is also in a state of "disrepair" like the labia majora. Because my body is almost constantly in a state of orgasm or near-orgasm, my clitoris is actually erect at all times. This caused my clitoris, which was originally only the size of a cherry, to double in size, but it wasn't as firm as before; it felt soft to the touch, and its sensitivity to external stimuli was significantly reduced.

However, these weren't the worst parts. What worried me most was the severe laxity of the vagina, the primary source of female orgasm.

Because my master possessed the best penis I had ever seen in the world. At first glance, that treasure looked no different from a regular large penis, but no matter the time, even now, it could fill my vagina completely, as if it could automatically adjust to the looseness of a woman's vagina. So when I felt my vagina becoming loose, I didn't do the muscle training the doctor advised, but instead constantly tried to please my master to satisfy my sexual desire.

The first humiliation my master inflicted on me after I became his slave was ordering me not to wear underwear when I went out, and inserting a huge vibrator into my vagina—later added to my anus. Actually, even at this point, my vagina had already begun to dilate abnormally due to years of masturbation with the large vibrator, but because my master's penis satisfied me, I was so immersed in lust that I didn't care about these things.

When my master became a little colder towards me, I went around looking for other men's huge penises. I soon discovered that it was impossible for any man's penis other than my master's to satisfy me, so I began to frantically search for substitutes.

Besides giant vibrators and other dildos, I've also tried animal-based ones like those used by wolves, but these quickly lost their effectiveness, and my vaginal diameter grew larger. To fill it, I had to use even larger things to fill it… and it got bigger… and thicker… To make matters worse, the skin in my genital area has started to darken, and before leaving the house, I have to carefully apply a high concentration of long-lasting red cosmetic to maintain its bright red luster.

This is my vulva, flowing with promiscuous fluids 24 hours a day.

I've only been out of the house for about half an hour, but in that short time, the leather seat beneath me has already accumulated water, emitting a strange smell in the Ferrari's cabin. My fingers parted my labia majora, mercilessly digging into my labia minora, using force as if it weren't part of my own body.

Under the dual stimulation of my fingers and the enema, the vaginal fluid flowed even more, more forcefully.

I let out a loud groan.

Just then, an old Ford appeared in the lane next to mine and drove alongside me.

Sitting in the front seat of the Ford was a young man in his twenties wearing black-rimmed glasses. He could see everything I was doing—I could even hear him gasping in surprise.

He stared at my car from behind his glasses with an incredulous look, half his body leaning out the window for a better view.

"You're really not wearing any clothes, and you're masturbating!" I heard him exclaim in surprise to his companion, the Ford driver, who burst into laughter.
The bespectacled man's lewd gaze swept over every part of my body he could see. I glanced at him and saw drool dripping from his wide-open mouth. He shakily raised his hand—a camera—and snapped a few photos.

He'd definitely keep these pictures as a keepsake! Maybe every night before bed, he'd take them out and masturbate before he could finally fall asleep.
"Hot sister," he called out, "could you stop and talk to us?"

I smiled and shook my head. A few years ago, I would have gladly accepted such an invitation and enjoyed the flesh of a young man. But now I'm almost 100% certain they couldn't possibly satisfy me, and petty thugs like them wouldn't have the imagination to torment me.

However, seeing his disappointed expression, I decided to give him a small gift as an apology. I looked around the car and found a high-heeled shoe on the seat next to me. I'd taken it off late the night before last and left it in the car after masturbating.

The silver-gray satin high heel was exquisitely crafted and alluring, still bearing the marks of my debauchery—a few fine pubic hairs—I hadn't shaved my pubic hair the day before, and it had grown quite long in just two days.

I placed the high heel between my legs, squeezed them together, took out the vibrating dildo from my vagina, and swept all the vaginal fluid and accumulated vaginal discharge into the shoe, filling it to about half full. As I held the shoe up to the window to hand it over, I noticed a stain on the heel and quickly licked it clean with my tongue.

While I did this, the bespectacled man stared intently at me, his arm outstretched, his camera already pressed against my car window frame.
"Click, click," came the sound of the shutter.

I was about to turn, and while stopped at a red light, I took the high heel, stretched out my arm, and carefully handed it to him, the one brimming with semen.

"Here!" I said with a seductive smile.

The bespectacled man was clearly taken aback by my actions. After a moment of hesitation, he trembled as he reached out and took the shoe. I saw his eyes fixed on my upper body leaning out of the window.

"So big!" he exclaimed in amazement at my breasts.

Because of the distance, I had to stretch my body as much as possible to reach the required length, which meant that almost my entire upper body was exposed outside the car. Since I was completely naked, everyone nearby could see my two enormous breasts dangling in the air, swaying back and forth.

Relatively speaking, my breasts are one of the few parts of my body that I can still be proud of. I originally had a pair of 36D round breasts, and after gaining weight in middle age and through long-term "training," my breasts became even larger and fuller. Although they are now quite sagging and the nipples are a bit dark, the horizontal lean of my body concealed the flaws of my breasts and made them appear even fuller than before.

I looked around and found that everyone was staring at my large breasts with envious eyes. This long-lost look of amazement gave me a wonderful feeling of "I'm still okay."

To savor this invigorating feeling that boosted my confidence, I maintained that position for two minutes. The bespectacled man stretched out his body as much as possible, as if trying to swallow my breasts whole. We built a lewd bridge on the bustling street.

Connecting this bridge was the lewd gift I gave to a stranger.

I felt a new surge of desire rising rapidly from my lower abdomen.

Only when the light turned green and the cars behind us began impatiently honking did we reluctantly return to our respective cars. We didn't even notice the police car on duty behind me.

I turned the steering wheel onto the road to the company, the Ford following behind. In the rearview mirror, I could see the bespectacled man holding his high heels up to his face, playing with them.

I believe I've left an indelible impression on him; I can almost hear him excitedly discussing my large breasts and my promiscuity with his companions.

As I bring pleasure to these young men, I feel young again.

I reinserted the vibrator and turned it to maximum. All my sex toys were prepared for me by my master, perfectly sized for my needs. Take this vibrator, for example; not only is it exquisitely crafted and enormous, but more importantly, it has a rubber pad near the base, ensuring a tight fit against the vaginal walls and preventing it from falling out.

This extra-large vibrator was specially brought back from abroad by my master to accommodate my increasingly loose vagina. It perfectly satisfies my needs, but the only drawback is that because it's so big, it completely blocks the entrance to my vagina, causing vaginal fluid to accumulate inside. I have to remove the vibrator frequently to release the accumulated fluid.

Excited by the vibrating dildo, I gripped the steering wheel, ready to speed up and get to the company.

The road ahead wasn't busy, perfect for a quick trip. At this speed, I figured I wouldn't be too late and could still make the meeting.

But then I heard a police siren behind me. Looking in my rearview mirror, I saw the same police car that had witnessed the lewd scene between me and the car next to mine, rapidly closing in and signaling me to stop.

Both cars pulled over, and a policeman knocked on my window.

"You engaged in dangerous driving. Please come with us to the police station to give a statement." Abandoned Slave! The End of Humiliation 4-5 is too painful!
A strong urge to defecate made me break out in a cold sweat. Wearing my purple coat, I sat restlessly in the police station lobby, my buttocks shifting in the chair. My stomach heaved beneath me, my legs felt weak, and sweat beaded on my forehead.

I'd been here for almost half an hour, and I started feeling waves of intense pain coming from my rectum. The pain was unbearable; several times I felt like I was about to collapse. I couldn't care less about anything else; I was using all my mental strength to control my anus, hoping to hold on until this was over so I could get back to my car and use an anal plug. I couldn't bear to hold back such a good bowel movement—after lingering in my rectum for so long, it must taste better than ever before.

At that moment, the policeman who brought me here was sitting across from me taking my statement.

"Name, age, occupation." "Li Diane, thirty-eight years old…I work for XX company." After a moment's hesitation, I gave him my true information.

"What do you do?" "I…I'm the company's financial manager." I could have fabricated an occupation, but my masochistic, perverse fetish made me reveal my true job, because it gave me a humiliating pleasure.

"You're the finance manager of XX company? Would a finance manager do something so shameless in the street?" The policeman sneered at me. "What exactly do you do?" Hearing his accusations, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

I took my work ID out of my bag, and he looked at it, speechless with surprise for a long time. Then he asked me,

"Have you ever done anything like this before? I mean, what you just did." "Yes... but no one has ever brought me here like this." I blurted out the truth instinctively.

"You're used to... exposing your body in the street?" "Yes." "Have you... I mean, have you ever thought that what you're doing is abnormal?" "I... I know... but I can't help it." I said with a bitter smile, "I'm just naturally lewd." "Do you know that even a prostitute wouldn't dare to do this?" The policeman frowned and said to me after hearing my words.

These words made me indignant. Don't you men just want us women to be this lewd? Don't pretend to be so righteous; you're just thinking about fucking women's breasts every day. "I'm going to tear off your mask." Hearing the policeman's words, I suddenly had the urge to seduce him—to see if he dared to say that about me again. Thinking this, even the urge to defecate seemed to subside slightly, replaced by a surge of lust. I looked at the young policeman opposite me with lewd eyes.

I knew many young men preferred mature women like mothers, and I thought I was definitely much sexier than most mothers with their potbelly waists.

I had also experimented many times; when I made lewd and obscene gestures to seduce those boys, they invariably ejaculated into my three holes.

I also knew that the police station was crowded and noisy, and I'd better not do anything out of line here, otherwise it would definitely affect the company's reputation and jeopardize my own future. But the thought of seducing this policeman swirled in my mind like a demon.

"You say I'm a slut, so I'm a slut. I'm a slut, do you dare to fuck me?" I braced myself against the desk in front of me, slowly standing up towards him, leaning forward. I was only wearing a two-button, open-collar coat, and no bra, so my two large breasts were completely exposed to him.

This was the same move I'd made not long ago when I was seducing passersby on the street, and it was my proudest move of the day. But I'd overlooked one thing—when I did this in the car, although I wasn't wearing any clothes, the opaque car windows gave me peace of mind. But now, as I leaned forward, my large, fleshy buttocks, which were already difficult for clothes to cover, were completely exposed to everyone behind me.

The police station suddenly fell silent. I realized everyone was watching me. I still had my charm, after all.

Looking at everyone's expressions, I couldn't help but laugh smugly.

With the laughter and the swaying of my body, my other breast slipped out of my clothes. My two large, plump, white breasts seemed to be beckoning to the policeman sitting opposite me, and through the gap created by the falling clothes between my breasts, you could see my thighs—I was completely naked underneath.

"What a big cunt..." "It's still dripping!" A cacophony of commotion and lewd laughter came from behind me. The morning wasn't particularly eventful, and the bored police officers quickly gathered around me to watch the spectacle. I also heard a few female officers cursing me with words like "slut" and "stinking bitch," but compared to the insults my female employees at work hurled at me, those voices were too faint to notice. Of course, I didn't care at that moment.

In the crowd, I unexpectedly spotted the bespectacled man I'd bumped into on the street earlier, but I didn't think about it. Just then, a hand touched my buttocks twice, followed by more hands. One hand even inserted its fingers into my vagina. Then, the owner of that hand let out a surprised cry and laboriously pulled the vibrator out of my vagina.

"Wow! This woman has a vibrator inside her." "What a big one." "She's leaking so much water!" "She's a high-ranking employee at XX company!" The policeman who was giving my statement introduced her to others: "I saw her masturbating in her car on the street today, without even wearing clothes." Everyone exclaimed in amazement at my lewdness.

"Xiao Ma, didn't he want you to fuck her? Go for it!" Some busybodies were teasing the young policeman—it turned out his name was Xiao Ma. These were people who didn't dare to do it themselves but wanted to see me even more lewd. Xiao Ma

's eyes gleamed with lust. Of course, he wanted to fuck me, but in such a public place—especially in a police station—he had some reservations. He hesitated, looking at me, his mouth opening and closing like he was having an asthma attack. He thought and thought, but still didn't dare to act recklessly.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in an old bitch like that!" he said insincerely.

That really angered me. I didn't care about anything else; I rolled over and lay on the desk, knees bent, and spread my legs wide in front of everyone, exposing my vulva.

I stretched out one leg and draped it over a policeman in a uniform who was relatively close to me.

"Do you think I'm old?" "You'll only know after I touch you!" "Then come and touch it!" These were all seeing my vulva for the first time. New things are always attractive, especially since my heightened sexual desire had my labia majora in a state of heightened engorgement, swollen and plump like a ripe peach. Plus, I had carefully applied makeup to this area before leaving, so I was quite confident that my vulva would be absolutely stimulating to them—at least they weren't like the male employees in my company who were already tired of seeing me.

"She looks kind of cute!" "Not bad!" Just as I expected, everyone chimed in with the answers I wanted. The policeman with his arm around my leg even reached down and touched my ankle.

"God, this woman's hole is huge." At that moment, Xiao Ma forcibly turned my body over and, together with two other policemen, forced me to stick my butt out, shining a flashlight on my vulva. Everyone around could clearly see the dark, fleshy hole in the middle of my vagina.

"Look! It's really big." He said smugly.

"Her asshole is big too!" "It's a hole, a ruined cunt." Xiao Ma said maliciously.

Everyone was laughing, some clapping and whistling, the hall was in an uproar. I became even more excited, and in front of everyone, Xiao Ma slowly inserted the thick flashlight into my vagina.

"Ha! Ha! You old bitch, move!" he laughed.

"No, please... ah! It's so thick... so big... please, quickly... quickly... pull it out, ah! It feels so good..." The huge flashlight filled my intense emptiness. Knowing it was inappropriate, I still let out lewd moans, twisting my body until I reached orgasm. Short, sharp sounds came from my violently convulsing flower cave, and lewd nectar flowed out. I lay there happily, enjoying the wonderful moment. This orgasm was entirely due to my exhibitionist perverted desires. Just thinking about doing lewd things naked in front of so many strangers naturally brought me to orgasm.

When Xiao Ma released the flashlight, everyone saw my two fleshy lips clamping the thick flashlight, which was actually wriggling in and out. Several people's pants bulged high, and they couldn't wait to put their hands there and rub them.

"A flashlight can bring her to orgasm. This slut must be a veteran. Even her asshole is so big..." Xiao Ma continued to chatter on, his hands groping all over my buttocks. I could imagine him spreading my fat buttocks apart with both hands so that everyone could clearly see my anus. I was immersed in the joy of orgasm and didn't think to stop him.

Suddenly, he let out a surprised cry: "Huh! What's this...?" Then I felt his fingers doing something near my anus. Suddenly, my anus, which had been tense for so long, relaxed; Xiao Ma had pulled out the anal plug.

Still caught up in the lewd pleasure, I didn't immediately realize what he was trying to do. By the time I thought of my enema, it was too late.
For a few seconds after the plug was removed, I was still trying to control the leakage of feces. Just then, Xiao Ma brought his face closer to observe the reaction after the plug was removed... A long "plop..." sound, and just as I resignedly closed my eyes, the pent-up feces gushed out, hitting Xiao Ma's face and body with tremendous force.

A commotion erupted. Several people close to my anus were covered in brown feces, but the worst off was poor Xiao Ma, his face covered in runny excrement, only his gaping mouth showing, which was also full of my feces.

The sudden relaxation of my anus increased my pleasure, and I ejaculated again.

A strong, fresh stench quickly filled the air. The pleasant smell, however drowsy, suddenly reminded me of the purpose of my excrement.
"My lunch!" I screamed, and with a burst of strength, I jumped off my desk, grabbed Xiao Ma, and licked my freshly excreted feces off his face.

This excrement smelled so good, what a waste!

Everyone stared at me in disbelief. So much so that no one noticed the click of a camera shutter behind them.

"Crazy, this woman is crazy!" Xiao Ma cursed loudly, wiping the filth off himself. Several people grabbed me and locked me in solitary confinement.

I don't know how long it was before I finally snapped out of my dazed state of excitement. I suddenly realized where I was and what I had done. I screamed and covered my face.

Good heavens! I, a high-ranking employee of a prestigious multinational corporation, shamelessly seduced a police officer in a public place like a police station, even defecating in public, and then eating my own excrement in front of everyone.

If this got out, not only would I lose face, but the company would be utterly disgraced.

Sitting alone in a small room at the police station, I shed tears of anguish.

2. Gained! Lost!

At 2 PM, Xiao Ma, whose anger had subsided somewhat, finally released me from the police station.

It took another twenty minutes to finally reach the underground parking lot of the company's headquarters building. By then, the meeting where I was supposed to speak had already ended that morning.

"What should I do? I might even lose my job." I was filled with anxiety; this job was my lifeline!

I'm not saying this because of the income. The company I work for is a globally renowned multinational corporation with subsidiaries across every continent, and I've been a senior financial officer in this business for five years (exactly the time I became my master's slave), holding a very important position in the company's upper echelons.

I had actually lost interest in continuing to work, but I couldn't help but wonder why my master would make me his sex slave? Although I am beautiful, I am not a stunning beauty who can easily captivate men. I was like that when I was young, and now I am even less worth mentioning. What made my master choose me and stay with me for five years?

The most likely answer is that while there are many female dogs, there are few female dogs like me with such a noble profession and such lewdness. It is precisely because of my profession that my master experiences a special pleasure when he abuses and humiliates me. The intense shame and humiliation he feels from my lewd behavior that is disproportionate to my status is what has kept me in his favor for five years. If I lose this job, in my master's eyes I will be no different from any other woman. Without my unique characteristics, will my master still like me?

Having figured this out, I immediately concluded that no matter what happens, I cannot lose my job.

Fortunately, the company has always prided itself on separating public and private matters, recruiting talent without being bound by convention, and giving employees maximum freedom. That is, as long as an employee completes the tasks assigned by the company as required, the company will not interfere with any outrageous things the employee does in private.

That's why, although my lewd behavior has become common knowledge in the company over the years, and many people have suggested to the boss that I be fired, firstly, I'm very competent at my job; secondly, the nature of my position is special and cannot be easily replaced; and thirdly, I don't do much public relations work, and most importantly, I need to maintain the company's image. Therefore, the company president has repeatedly stated that as long as I don't neglect my duties, the company will not fire me.

But now, I've made a mistake at work. What should I do?

Stepping out of the elevator, I quickly walked towards my office. My expensive Ports suit was wrinkled and crumpled, and there might still be traces of feces on the hem. Everyone who passed by looked at me strangely, but I ignored them.

"Master, Xiaomi's here," I said as I entered the office. Master was sorting through documents. (Master's current role is my secretary and special assistant; he's quite talented. In fact, I'm still able to keep the company afloat largely thanks to Master's help with business.) Seeing me, his face darkened.

"You're only arriving now? Didn't you know there was a meeting today?" "I'm sorry, Master! Xiaomi was held up by something." Xiaomi is the nickname Master gave me. I always call myself that when we're alone.

As I spoke, I took a three-section electric dildo from the drawer and inserted it into my vagina—I'd left the extra-large one at the police station, and I'd been

feeling incredibly empty for a while. "The CEO is furious this time and wants you to see him as soon as you arrive." "Okay." I said, turning the electric dildo on full blast.

"Here you go. You must be very thirsty." Master showed me unusual tenderness, pouring me a glass of water and handing it to me. I gratefully accepted it. Since I was indeed thirsty, I drank it down in one gulp.

"Why haven't you gone to see the CEO yet?" "Ah! Because my clothes got dirty, so I wanted to come here to change." My clothes had gotten stained with my fingerprints at the police station and smelled terrible, so I needed to change before seeing the CEO (I always keep clothes and sex toys in my office).

My master laughed as he looked at me, then took a package of black clothes from the drawer and tossed it to me.

"Wear this, be careful not to tear it." I took it suspiciously, feeling its incredibly light texture and crisp fabric. Upon closer inspection, I realized the clothes weren't made of cloth, but of paper.

Black paper, meticulously cut into the shape of a suit, though conservative and dignified, was still just a thin layer of paper.
"Master! This... can I wear this?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"You dare disobey me?" my master sneered.

I hesitated. Clearly, my master was deliberately tormenting me; this man knew my personality intimately! But going out in something so easily torn—just thinking about it excited me. What excited me even more was—my master was interested in humiliating me again.

My master still wanted me! The thought filled me with uncontrollable joy. As long as my master wanted me, I would gladly face any hardship.
I nodded with a smile, "Yes! Little Mi knows her mistake," and began to put the clothes on.

"Wait a minute!" the master called to me. "Put these shoes on first." He then took out a pair of high heels from under the table and placed them on it.

Extremely high, slender heels. Although the heels on my shoes were already high enough, they were still lower than these. If I wore them, my feet would have to be pointed until they were in a straight line with my legs before my toes could touch the ground—these high heels were simply unwearable for walking; it would be like dancing ballet on tiptoe.

"Master! Don't make things too difficult for me!" "Make things difficult for you? Your fat, horny cunt must be soaking wet by now." The master sneered. He was right. Just seeing these high heels, and imagining the feeling of walking in them while wearing that paper-thin outfit, my juices were already flowing like a tide.

I knew I would definitely be severely humiliated by the master today, but instead, I felt waves of excitement and gratitude towards him. After all, the master still wanted me. All the hardships I had endured over the past two months were instantly forgotten. I happily picked up the shoes. The shoes were heavy; upon closer inspection, I realized they were made of a single piece of metal. Wearing such shoes must be incredibly strenuous, but without hesitation, I took off my own high heels and picked up these metal high heels to slip them on.

"Wait! Say a few words first," my master said, pulling out a video camera and pointing it at the lens.

Filming my masochistic behavior was a peculiar hobby of my master. He frequently filmed these things for me, and over the past five years, these extremely lewd videos had been compiled onto discs and stored in a storage room in my house.

"Hi everyone, I'm Little Mimi Li Di'an. Do you remember me? Today, I'm going to be humiliated by my master again. How will he torture me today? I don't know yet, but first, I need to put on these specially made high heels. Look," I held up the high heels and showed them to the camera. "These are super high heels made of metal. Walking in them will be extremely difficult, and I'll be wearing them all day today." I fluently recited my self-introduction, something I always said before filming. As for the last sentence, although my master didn't tell me how long I would be tortured while wearing these shoes, based on his temperament, I knew he wouldn't just let me wear such high-quality sadomasochistic tools for a short time or even just a few hours; he might let me wear them for three to five days.

Next, I sat on the chair to change my shoes. While I was putting them on, my master filmed me with a V8 camera. The new high heels were the lace-up style, with very delicate little locks. After watching me put them on, my master used the locks to secure the metal straps to the upper, preventing me from taking them off freely.

"Master! Where did you get these shoes?" I couldn't help but ask him. These kinds of shoes definitely weren't something you could just buy on the street.

"I had someone bring them back from America at a high price. Anyway, you paid for them, so I don't care." "Master, you! Using my money and still trying to harm me like this!" I complained, feigning anger but actually delight.

My master collected all my company salaries on my behalf—I didn't care about the money; the alimony my husband gave me when we divorced was enough for me to live comfortably for the rest of my life. My master often uses my money to get me rare sex toys. My salary is only used for this purpose in his hands—when we go out, I always pay by card, and he doesn't have to spend a penny.

After putting on the high heels, I stood on the ground, and it was indeed very uncomfortable. Not only could my toes barely touch the ground, but these high heels were also a size too small for me, making them very uncomfortable. I wondered if my master had deliberately given me a size too small when buying the shoes.

But it was impossible to take them off now. I knew in my heart that if I didn't go out—and might have to wear them all day—my master would never let me take them off.

"Now everyone sees, I've put these shoes on. Aren't they beautiful? But these shoes only look pretty; it's very painful for me to wear them! I want to thank my master for bringing these shoes back from abroad. My master actually cares a lot about this little slut!" I said in front of the camera, and when I talked about how much my master cared about me, tears of emotion streamed down my face.

Then, I carefully put on the paper clothes, which I was already naked. Although I was very careful, the material was too fragile. Besides, my breasts, though somewhat sagging, were quite magnificent. As a result, I tore a slit about two inches long in the front. My master helped me glue it back on, but my chest still felt tight.

"Is it okay?" I stood in front of my master, carefully turning my body. The black paper wasn't particularly translucent, but in bright light, my body was still clearly visible. Because the paper was quite stiff, it made a lot of rubbing noise when I walked, which could be heard throughout the office. Of course, while putting on the clothes, I also told the camera how I felt.

"Hmm! Not bad, but the head of the thing inserted in your vagina is sticking out a little. Be careful not to tear the clothes. Also, walk gently. Your breasts are big, and they'll easily tear the clothes if you shake them." "Yes, Master." "If the clothes are torn, you will be severely punished." "Okay!" I agreed and slowly walked to the door, preparing to open it and leave.

"Wait a minute!" My master called out to me again.

"What is it?" I looked at my master suspiciously; he was sure he had other ways to humiliate me.

Sure enough, my master poured another glass of water and came to my side, holding a few pills in his other hand.

"Drink this medicine." "Master, don't go too far! What kind of medicine is this?" I was a little scared. I was already being gossiped about for not attending the meeting today. If something else happened... "You can guess. If you guess right, I won't make you drink this medicine. You can only guess once." I thought for a moment. "An aphrodisiac?" "Wrong. Don't blame me for that. But I still promise you, I'll tell you what this medicine is as soon as you drink it." I took the teacup with some doubt and drank the medicine with water.

"What kind of medicine is it?" I asked anxiously.

"A diuretic!" Master said with a smile.

"Ah?!" The abandoned slave! The end of the humiliation 7-8 When I came to my senses, my clothes were soaked with sweat from the uncontrollable pleasure. The wet paper stuck to my body, which was not only uncomfortable but also exposed my private parts.

The most embarrassing part was my chest. Sweat had melted the glue that had been torn earlier, and the damp paper clung to my breasts, completely transparent. My two sagging breasts were exposed to everyone without any cover.

Because the vaginal fluid had flowed down my thighs into my high heels, my feet felt slippery, making walking even more difficult than before. The water stains on my short skirt were not only translucent but also clearly indicated what had just happened. That

alone wouldn't have been so bad, but I also emitted that pungent, pungent smell unique to women's vaginal fluid—sometimes it smells wonderful, but it's definitely not something you should smell in a workplace.

(Actually, I forgot a very important point: the flush on my face and the intense desire in my eyes made it clear even to a blind person that I had just had sex.) My mistress stood beside me, still holding the glass of vaginal fluid.

"Xiao Ming! Could you get me a change of clothes?" (I always call my master that in public, and he calls me Steward Li.) My master smiled and looked at me, saying, "Why change? You're fine as you are!" "But..." I looked down at myself. How could I go to see the president like this? But I knew my master wouldn't get me a change of clothes no matter what. Oh well, who cares? My master knows what he's doing. You know, he owes his high salary and generous benefits to me! My fate is intertwined with his.

Thinking this way, I felt a little more at ease.

"Here, let's not talk about anything else. Take this glass of water and say a few words to the camera," my master said to me.

I knew this was my master's order. Although I knew it was inappropriate, I still picked up the teacup. The semen was still warm.

"Everyone...you all saw it, right? I was so high just now! It felt so good! Look, this is the fluid I released! A whole cup full, amazing, isn't it! If we ever meet, could you give me an orgasm like this? If you think you have the ability, please come to the finance department on the fourth floor of XX company! Don't forget, my name is Li Di'an! Goodbye!" "Go do your work!" The master took my fluid from my hand and walked back to our office. I knew he wanted to enjoy drinking this fluid alone. The master especially loved drinking my fluid, which was one of the things that moved me about him, because many men, on the one hand, liked us to eat their semen, but on the other hand, said that women's fluid and semen had a foul smell.

The bespectacled man also slowly walked back to his seat. He walked awkwardly, obviously because his lower body was swollen. Perhaps such stimulation was too intense for him, who had never experienced it before.

I rested for a while, and when my clothes were a little dry, I continued my journey. Walking was actually more difficult now than before. My feet were slippery from the seeping semen, and I was extremely tired. The lingering scent of my body also drew stares from passersby. Fortunately, I had already emptied my semen, and my bladder...

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