Lesbian SM life

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The dimly lit café was filled with a pale purple haze. A leisurely

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teasing jazz tune mingled with the whispers of patrons. I sat in a quiet corner, sipping my slightly bitter, creamy coffee, my eyes darting around as I waited patiently for the person I had arranged to meet.

Suddenly, the door burst open, a strong gust of wind howling in, then abruptly ceasing as the door closed. The crisp sound of high heels echoed, a woman walking slowly into the café. I looked up, following the footsteps, and a tall, slender figure came into view: flowing, wavy hair, a light blue and silver tasseled silk scarf, a beige cashmere cloak, beautiful features, a straight nose, thin lips, only her eyes held a slightly sharp edge.

I recognized her; this was CC, the woman I had met on QQ video chat over a month ago. I stood up and gestured to her. She recognized me and gracefully walked over to sit opposite me. I looked her over carefully. She was beautiful, even more so in person than in videos. Her skin was smooth and radiant, making her look much younger than her actual age. However, upon closer inspection, the years had left their mark on her nearly forty-year-old appearance: fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

She was also looking at me, a faint smile on her face. "Did you drive here?"

"Yes. When did you arrive?"

"Just now."

We chatted casually. CC was the sales director of a large real estate company. We met in a QQ group. Our group was small, with only thirty or forty people. It was a lesbian-SM group in the city, and the lesbians in the group were all SM enthusiasts in the city.

When it comes to SM, most people might first think of pornography, whips, ropes, and other concepts. In fact, the connotation of SM is far more complex and profound than these superficial things. It is more of an emotional and psychological experience.

CC and I have been involved in the SM world for quite some time. She says she's been a professional S (the dominant role in SM games, commonly known as the master; the submissive role, commonly known as the slave) for over ten years, having trained more than a dozen female slaves. Some of these relationships were just casual flings, the shortest being a one-night stand, which was when she first started as a S. Later, as her control over training increased and her understanding of submissives' feelings and psychology deepened, she became increasingly popular with them, and her relationships with them became longer-lasting. Before her divorce, she played around secretly, but after the divorce, she kept a private slave. Her last private slave was kept by her for three years until a few months ago when she immigrated to Australia with her family.

I graduated from university in 2005, and it was during this time that I gradually realized my SM sexual inclinations. Around 2007, I started seriously participating in SM activities and had two female masters, but compared to CC, it was only a superficial experience; my involvement in SM was far less profound than hers. We had already chatted quite well on video, even having a fairly detailed understanding of each other's preferences in SM, so we quickly got down to business after meeting in person.

CC smoothed her hair, sat up straight, and smiled as she asked, "What do you think of me in person? Do I fit your image of a master?" Her eyes shone with a sharp, penetrating light, as if they could instantly strip away my disguise and see right through me—precisely the kind of BDSM I admired.
Seeing her directness, I couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed, so I took a sip of my coffee to cover it up and nodded, saying, "I do fit my image of a BDSM quite well." She paused, then asked, "What do you think of me? Do I seem like a good submissive?" I was quite confident in myself; petite and delicate, I was endearing and popular with many female leads.

She didn't answer my question, but leaned closer to me, gently covering my hand with hers, and said with a smile, "Call me 'Master' so I can hear you!"

My face flushed instantly. I looked around to make sure no one was watching this corner, then lowered my head and whispered, "Master."

Her hand tightened, and she teased, "Too soft, I can't hear you. Shout louder!"

"Master!" I raised my voice.

"Still too soft, I can't hear you!"

I was secretly pleased, thinking, "So she's starting to train you!" I raised my voice a few octaves higher and said, "Master!" As soon as I finished speaking, I saw a bespectacled man in the distance glance in my direction. I don't know if he heard me because my voice was too loud, but I quickly stuck out my tongue and smiled at CC.

CC drove me back to her home, a villa in Tong Sheng Lake Villa, a three-story white house with its own yard, perched on high ground, overlooking the lake. The location was excellent; I estimated it would cost several million. But considering she was the sales director of a real estate company, and her wealthy husband left her a large sum of money in their divorce, it wasn't surprising that she owned such a luxurious villa.

She first showed me around her place. The first floor had a living room, bar, dining room, kitchen, and a large bathroom. The second floor had her study, guest room, and gym. On the third floor, there was a large room that was her bedroom, and another large room that was her secret territory—the training room. The windows of the training room faced Tong Sheng Lake, and various whips, handcuffs, and ropes were hung on one wall. I quickly glanced at them; there were more than a dozen different types and sizes of whips alone, including loose whips, rattan canes, bamboo whips, leather paddles, and so on. There was an electric hoist on the ceiling, and in the corner there was an iron cage, several folding chairs, a sofa, and several metal racks and wooden horses for binding. On the wall opposite the window was a glass cabinet, inside which some lesbian sex toys were vaguely visible. The thought of all those whips, ropes, racks, and the like, which would eventually fall on my body, made my breathing quicken, my heart race, and my legs go weak.

As I stared intently into her training room, CC stood beside me, watching my reaction. "How is it? Not bad, right? The equipment might not be complete yet; we'll add more as needed."

"Wow!" I exclaimed, inwardly marveling, "No wonder some people say SM is entertainment for white-collar workers; this training room is practically a studio!"

CC sat down on the sofa and beckoned to me, her tone leaving no room for argument. I walked over and stood before her. She grasped my hands and said, "So? Have you decided to be with me?" I nodded, blushing. "Little brat!" CC reached out and gently pinched my cheek, then put on a serious expression and said, "Now you can kneel down and acknowledge me as your master. Kneel before me." My eyes met hers. Her gaze was calm and cold, yet filled with a deep aggression and possessiveness. For a submissive to gain their approval, a submissive must possess this kind of aura that makes them tremble.

Guided by her, I slowly knelt before her. The instant I knelt, a surge of intense excitement welled up within me—an excitement aroused by humiliation and a sense of being subservient. For a submissive, SM is like a mental bungee jump; a reserved, self-respecting member of society suddenly becomes a slave, stripped of dignity and all constraints of identity. The feeling is like bungee jumping from a high cliff into a weightless void.

I knelt before her, ashamed, and called out softly, "Master." She gently lifted my chin, leaned in, and kissed me, praising, "Good slave!" Then she rose and left.

After a while, she came in from outside, holding a sheet of printed paper and an ink cartridge. She handed me the paper, saying, "This is your contract of servitude, and also the slave code you must abide by. Sign it, and you must memorize it word for word from now on." I took the paper, and it read: "Contract of Servitude, I voluntarily sell myself to my master CC as a slave. From now on, I am CC's doll and pet. Every inch of my skin, every organ, belongs to my master CC, and my body is always waiting to be played with by her. In front of my master..." Without her permission, I cannot stand or walk; I can only crawl, and my body cannot be higher than her waist. Without my master's permission, I must remain completely naked, without any clothing. My right to wear a bra and panties is permanently taken away by my master. Whenever my master needs me, I can provide her with oral sex until she is satisfied. My master's words are always right, I will unconditionally obey my master's commands, and I will accept everything my master gives me. Nu'er Biyan."

The contract made my face flush and my soul flutter. I pressed my fingerprint on the contract of servitude. Of course, this so-called contract of servitude has no legal binding force. It is purely a means for both parties involved in the SM game to create an atmosphere. Good SM players will seriously and strictly abide by this contract in order to make the SM game realistic and of high quality.

I remained kneeling on both knees. CC sat on the sofa in front of me, took my hands, looked directly into my eyes and said, "From now on, you are my little bitch, understand?"

"Understood, master!" I answered obediently.

"Then bark twice for your master!" CC continued to command mercilessly. "Woof...woof..." I blushed and pretended to bark twice, while stealing glances at CC's expression, but I clearly saw a hint of a smile flash across her eyes. This smile indulged me, making me chuckle involuntarily. But that was bad. CC's face instantly darkened, and she glared at me angrily, saying, "Do you think your master is ridiculous? Or do you think your master is joking with you?"

"This little bitch wouldn't dare!" I quickly protested. "Wouldn't dare? I think you're just asking for it!" CC raised her hand and slapped me twice, left and right. The slaps weren't hard, just a little painful, but they made the atmosphere of discipline serious. "You little bitch who needs discipline!" CC scolded, still angry, "What are you standing there for? Take off your clothes!"

"Yes, master!" I hurriedly started to unbutton my clothes, but my hands were weak and I couldn't lift them. Just as I was undressing, CC stood up and walked to the wall where whips and ropes were hanging, selecting from various items. She would occasionally take down different whips from the wall, brandishing them while glancing at me sideways, clearly intending to choose one to torture me. I felt a mixture of shame, excitement, and trepidation, wondering how harsh this mistress would be and whether I could withstand it.

I knelt naked on the ground, waiting. CC used a bundle of white cotton rope taken from the wall to bind me. First, she tightly bound my hands behind my back, then gathered them over my shoulders, making several knots in front of my chest to tighten my breasts. She then moved the rope over my abdomen, buttocks, and thighs, repeatedly knotting it, before finally binding my right calf and passing it through my back. She helped me stand under an electric hoist, started it, lowered the hook, and hoisted me, bound hand and foot, onto the hook. Then she started the hoist again, raising the hook. At this point, I was in a terrible state. My left foot could barely touch the ground, my right leg was spread out and hanging upwards, and my upper body was bent so low that I was almost touching the ground—what a torturous position!
CC brought over a whip, a long, loose whip, which reassured me slightly. The characteristic of a loose whip is that it covers a large area, causes less damage to the skin, and isn't very painful, but it provides a rich range of sensations, a mix of pain and itchiness. CC gently twirled the whip, making a soft whistling sound. After a moment, the thin, loose strands of whip landed on my shoulders, sending a shivering, tingling sensation through me. Then she continued to urge the whip to travel, brushing across my body. My back, waist, buttocks, thighs, and calves were all lightly lashed. After lashing my sides and back, she moved to my left side, twirling the whip and striking my front from bottom to top, first my breasts, then my abdomen, and finally my lower abdomen. The areas that were lashed initially felt burning and itchy, then turned into a warm, tingling sensation.

She alternated between my back and front several times, until I felt lightheaded and my mind wandered. A surge of desire coursed through me, and I felt my private parts gradually become wet. Then, CC moved to my right, crouched slightly, bent over, holding the whip handle in her right hand and the tip in her left. Suddenly, she flicked her right wrist, releasing her left hand at the same time. The whip, like a black waterfall, plunged between my legs with a sharp crack. I couldn't help but gasp, instinctively trying to close my legs, but my right leg was bent and suspended in mid-air, leaving my private parts completely exposed.

Several more lashes struck my most vulnerable spot, the pain and itching unbearable. Tears welled in my eyes. "Master, please, don't!" I pleaded. The cold-blooded CC remained unmoved, continuing her whipping punishment. A good S can see into the M's heart and understand their true needs. M's pleas for mercy might not be genuine; sometimes it's just a performance, a feigned resistance. If S actually believed M's pleas and let her go, M would be greatly disappointed.

After CC lashed out with the whip a dozen times, she swirled it again, changing from a lash to a flick, relentlessly stimulating the sensitive area between my legs. I involuntarily let out soft moans, my eyes half-closed, enjoying this stimulating and pleasurable training. The fluid seeping from my private parts became increasingly abundant, slowly sliding down my legs. CC reached out and touched my private parts, gently rubbing them in front of my eyes, teasingly saying, "You slutty bitch, your pussy is soaking wet, so lewd!" She then put her finger in my mouth for me to suck on. Tasting the flavor of my own genitals, I felt incredibly lewd and despicable.

CC stood behind me, her smooth, warm hand gently caressing my face and chest. It sent shivers down my spine, raising goosebumps and hardening my nipples. Her hand continued downwards, brushing past my lower abdomen, finally gently sliding into my secret place. CC's right hand reached between my legs, her index and middle fingers each covering and rubbing one of my labia, the gap between her fingers directly over the deep crevice. Her fingers sometimes stroked vertically, sometimes made light circles, sometimes probed into the crevice, soon making me gasp for breath. Seeing my arousal, she slowly inserted her index and middle fingers and began to thrust. Her nimble and powerful fingers performed piston-like movements, while her other hand was not idle, gently grasping and playing with my breasts, occasionally pinching my nipples. I felt as if my entire body was being lifted by those two frequently thrusting fingers, rushing towards the climax under her control.

After the climax, CC took me off the hook, carried me to the sofa, and untied me. Because I had been tied up for so long, my hands and feet were numb, and it took me a long time to recover while lying on the sofa. Actually, CC's binding technique was quite good; the tightness was just right, the force was even, the rope movement was aesthetically pleasing, and she avoided all joints. But that's how binding is; once you're bound for a long time, not only do your hands and feet become numb, but the rope marks will also remain on your body for a long time.

After resting for a while, CC made me lie face down on the floor, and she got up and selected a leather collar with a silver chain from the handcuffs on the wall. She came over, locked the leather collar around my neck, and then fastened the silver chain to the leather collar, saying with a grin, "With the dog collar and leash on, you're a real little bitch!" Saying that, she shook the chain and said, "Come on, let your master walk you!"

She led me around the room, instructing me to bark at her every few steps. I obediently complied. Being humiliated and manipulated by such a beautiful and noble mistress was not torture for me, but rather a great pleasure. The only thing that bothered me was that my high heels were in the way when I crawled. Whether it was the previous bondage or the current crawling, even though I was completely naked, my mistress wouldn't allow me to take off my high heels. The purpose of doing this was threefold: first, to make me feel more uncomfortable and intensify my sense of masochism; second, to highlight my naked state and intensify my sense of humiliation; and third, to enhance the aesthetics of the discipline—a triple benefit.

After crawling around the room a few times, my master began her riding training. She straddled me, making me crawl on her back, slapping my bottom from time to time to urge me on and order me to crawl faster. After this training and humiliation, I was wet again. But my master clearly had even more powerful methods waiting for me. She shook the iron chain in her hand and said, "Little bitch, your master will introduce you to someone of her kind." With that, she led me out of the training room and downstairs.

Crawling down the stairs was very strenuous, but what could I do? After all, my current identity was that of a little bitch. A brass bell was attached to the front of the leather collar I wore. Now, crawling headfirst, the bell swayed even more, constantly making a pleasant tinkling sound, which seemed to be constantly reminding me: "You are a little bitch, you are a little bitch." How shameful!

Finally, we arrived at the living room on the first floor. CC patted my head and said, "Be a good girl and wait here. Master will go to the kennel and bring your little sister over!" With that, she opened the door and went out. A moment later, CC returned with a spotted dog. The little dog was about half a meter tall, wagging its tail, its big eyes blinking brightly—very clever and cute. CC led it to me, squatted down, and stroked the dog's head, smiling, "Little Lisa, say hello to your big sister!" The dog seemed to understand her, looking at me face to face, barking twice, then sniffing me with its little nose.

CC stroked the dog's head with one hand and my head with the other, commanding, "You say hello to little Lisa too!" She was truly a master at creating an atmosphere of humiliation, instantly pushing my sense of shame to its peak. My face burned, my legs involuntarily clenched together, and my throat was terribly dry. I could only bark at the little dog Lisa a few times in a slightly trembling voice. Lisa was quite intelligent; as soon as I called to her, she barked incessantly. My owner then commanded me to respond, so she barked back, and I called back—the scene was utterly comical. My owner couldn't help but laugh, giggling uncontrollably. After laughing, CC hugged Lisa and me, leaned down and kissed each of us on the head, saying, "You two are my good little bitches! Come on, play a game with your owner. Winning brings a reward, losing brings a punishment!"

She held my hand in one hand and Lisa's in the other, making us crawl around the obstacles in the living room. Lisa was very restless, running around CC and me, sometimes running alongside, sometimes touching, sometimes bumping into me. Coincidentally, she also wore a collar exactly like mine, the brass bells jingling incessantly as she ran, their sounds echoing the rhythm of the bells around my neck, creating a harmonious interplay, as if she were truly my best friend. My humiliation came in waves, one after another, and my flower buds were soaked without me even realizing it.
CC brought out a frisbee to play a game. Lisa and I lay side by side, and CC threw the frisbee, making Lisa and me race to see who could retrieve it first. The loser would get a spanking. Needless to say, how could I, on all fours, possibly outrun the little dog Lisa? So I lost every time, and my bottom inevitably received repeated touches from CC's delicate hands, leaving it red and covered in handprints. "Stupid bitch! Always losing, always losing..." CC cursed through gritted teeth, pinching my breasts and spanking my buttocks.

Just as I was groaning in pain, she suddenly flipped me over without warning, pinning me down and kissing me passionately. Immediately, the desire spurred by humiliation, which had been tormented for so long, responded as fervently as rain after a long drought, our lips and tongues intertwining. CC's fingers roughly penetrated my flower, ravaging it, thrusting me towards the peak of pleasure. SM is truly wonderful; the feeling of being violated and ravaged by the woman I admire is indescribably exquisite.
After the dog-like game, CC led me back to the training room on the third floor. She took a shaver from the closet and made me lie on the sofa with my legs spread to shave my pubic hair. The metal mesh of the shaver vibrated against my private parts, cool and tingling. Watching my pubic hair being shaved off piece by piece by my mistress, I felt both ashamed and aroused. After shaving

my pubic hair, CC ordered me to kneel on the ground and began to undress herself. Her well-proportioned, shapely figure was gradually revealed. CC knew how to take care of herself; nearing forty, she had a graceful figure, firm breasts and buttocks, and not an ounce of excess fat. Her skin was as white as snow, smooth and delicate, exuding a faint fragrance. I knelt on the ground, stealing glances at my mistress, my heart filled with admiration.

CC stripped naked and walked gracefully towards me. The crisp, rhythmic click of her high heels on the wooden floor was a striking contrast to my shaved pubic area. Her thick, dark pubic hair swayed before my eyes. "Little bitch, it's your turn to serve your master!" CC said, grabbing my hair and pulling me between her legs. Overwhelmed with love and gratitude for my master, I immediately embraced her legs and greedily kissed her vulva. My movements were so forceful that even my master was startled; I could clearly hear her gasp.
As I kissed her vulva, I realized she was already soaking wet. A smug smile crept across my face. So, my high and mighty master is also a horny woman! After my ministrations, CC's emotions soared. She grabbed my hair and retreated until she sat down on the sofa, spreading her legs and pressing my head between them, muttering, "Little bitch, keep going, don't stop!"

I knelt between her legs, kissing her vulva deeply while inhaling her fragrance. My nose brushed against her pubic hair, the subtle, alluring scent unique to mature women exciting and intoxicating me. My tongue gently enveloped her nipple, sucking and licking, occasionally bringing my lips close to it and teasing it, sometimes tilting my head to probe the crevice vertically with my tongue, doing everything I could to provoke CC. My hard work finally paid off: nectar gushed from her vulva, staining my lips and mouth; her breath turned into moans, and her hands grasped and caressed her breasts. I mustered my strength for the final thrust, my tongue gently cupping that little darling, trembling rapidly, while my head swayed slightly, causing the dog bell around my neck to jingle softly and rapidly.

"Ah..." my mistress cried out, her body arching back as a violent spasm swept over her, followed by a gush of clear liquid spurting from her vulva, splashing my face—my mistress had finally climaxed! My heart was filled with joy, but I didn't bother wiping my face; my tongue continued to probe into her honeyed depths, pressing against the upper wall without moving. Sure enough, not long after, my mistress experienced another wave of spasms. Only then did I wipe the saliva from my cheeks and kneel down to lick it clean for her. It was clear that my mistress was very satisfied with my oral service; she languidly reclined on the sofa, reaching out to embrace me and kiss me.

A moment later, she pinched my cheek and exclaimed, "I didn't realize you were such a lewd little bitch! I felt like I was being raped by your mouth!" Taking advantage of my recent favor with my master, I felt incredibly frivolous and boldly teased her, "It's not that I'm too lewd, it's just that your clam meat is so delicious and tempting!"

My master's eyes widened instantly, and she grabbed my ear, scolding, "Well, you little bitch, you dare to flirt with your master? See how I deal with you!" She pulled me up by the ear, slapping my bottom while making me stand in a certain position, repeatedly instructing, "Bend over, tuck in your stomach, spread your legs, stick your bottom out… Don't move!" So, facing the sofa, I bent over, stuck my bottom out, and stretched my arms against the back of the sofa, while my master went to the side and opened the closet to fiddle with things.

My heart pounded again, wondering what methods my master would use to torture me. I couldn't help but peek sideways, but she spotted me. She immediately came over, took her discarded panties, and covered my head, obscuring my eyes, threateningly saying, "You little bitch, if you peek again, you'll regret it!" I stood frozen, afraid to move. I heard a rustling sound, followed by the sound of my master's high heels approaching, stopping only behind me.

After a pause, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my left breast. My master had put a nipple clamp on me, with a small ball hanging from the bottom, intensifying the torture. Then, a nipple clamp was placed on my right breast in the same way. Before I could even cry out in pain, a foreign object was stuffed into my mouth—a plastic gag for discipline. Then, a thick, hard object pressed against my buttocks.

Because I had just experienced that loving service to my master, my clitoris was still wet, so after my master touched it, there wasn't much foreplay before the leather sex toy was directly inserted into my clitoris and began to thrust in and out. With the rhythm of the thrusting, my body began to sway slightly, the bell around my neck jingled softly, and my breasts rippled, the nipple clamps on my nipples swaying slightly, causing waves of pain. Humiliation, pleasure in my genitals, and pain in my breasts were all mixed together...

Suddenly, an arc of electricity swept across my skin, an unbearable tingling and itching that suppressed all other sensations. My body jolted violently, causing the nipple clamps to swing wildly, causing unbearable pain. "Ugh..." I cried out, but my mouth was tightly gagged with a plastic gag. It turned out that my master had also brought an electric shock device, one hand supporting my back as he thrust, while the other leisurely held the electric shock device, subjecting me to electric shock training. My eyes were blindfolded by my master's underwear, rendering me blind. The electric shocker would strike my back, then my legs, then my hands, appearing and disappearing without a trace. I could only whimper pitifully under my master's torture. It was truly miserable; my master was indeed not someone to be trifled with.

"Old Yang, a truckload of standard parts has arrived from Gaotang. Go and sample them for inspection before they're put into storage."

"Yes, boss!"

"Xiao Li, these next two days, go and keep an eye on Factory 3702. They're rushing to finish the vibratory chamber for the road roller. Keep a close eye on their self-inspection report, especially the process of machining the outer surface of the vibratory chamber. When they're setting up the gauge, make sure you see it with your own eyes to ensure coaxiality, understand?"

"Understood, boss."

A new day, and my work was extremely busy. I work in the quality control department of a well-known domestic construction machinery company, and I was promoted to quality control manager a year ago. I'm actually quite sentimental, but when I applied to university, I chose construction machinery as my major because my math and physics scores were relatively good. After starting work, I realized that the monotonous mechanical work wasn't suitable for me. However, I'm quite ambitious; if I'm going to do something, I'll do it well. For over four years, I've worked diligently in the workshop, studying measurement techniques. I've mastered the design principles and processing techniques of various product models in the company, and I've even designed dozens of specialized inspection devices for the products.

My meticulous and proactive work style earned me the appreciation of company leaders. Coupled with my gentle personality and good interpersonal skills, after our department's original manager retired, he naturally recommended me to succeed him. After

assigning tasks to my subordinates, the company leaders called a meeting with all department heads. By the time the meeting ended, it was almost noon. I was in the manager's office reviewing the inspection report that had been delivered yesterday when I suddenly heard Xiao Zhou from our department jokingly say from the other side, "Hey, Wang Bo, what brings you here?"

Wang Bo, whose real name is Wang Gangyi, graduated with a PhD in Mechanical and Electrical Engineering from Shanghai Jiao Tong University, hence the nickname "Wang Bo." He joined our company a year ago and was soon promoted to deputy director of the product research institute. He's highly educated and holds a high position, and he's handsome—a perfect catch, yet he's remained unmarried into his late twenties. Some say he's picky, others say he's a workaholic.

Our department has frequent dealings with the product research institute because quality control standards often interact with design standards. It was through work that I came into contact with this Wang Bo. Lately, Wang Bo has been frequently making excuses to visit the quality control department, trying to get close to me. Everyone in the department has noticed: he's interested in me. Unfortunately, he doesn't know I'm a lesbian.

"Is your manager in?" Wang Bo asked Xiao Zhou. "In her office," Xiao Zhou replied.

Wang Bo then knocked on the door. "Come in!" I responded, quickly straightening my collar. After yesterday's training session, my master didn't remove my leather collar but instead locked it around my neck and drove me home. Fortunately, it's still late winter/early spring, so the next day I specifically chose a tight-fitting turtleneck sweater and a turtleneck coat to wear to work, barely concealing the collar and stopping the bell's twitching.

"Wang Bo, what's up?" I asked him as he entered the room. "I'm here to deliver a product modification notice. Please sign for it." "

You, the deputy director, have to come all the way here to deliver a product modification notice? Where's Sister Liu?" Sister Liu was the document administrator at the product research institute. "Oh! Sister Liu had other things to do. I was just about to go to the workshop and was passing by, so I brought it over."

"Oh, I see. Thank you for your help." I said without looking up as I took the product modification notice, glanced at it, and signed it. I've always been cold to him because I'm not interested in men and don't want to give him too many illusions. He didn't seem to mind and sat down to make small talk. After a while, he asked, "Are you free tonight?"

"I have plans tonight," I quickly replied, trying to cover it up. Actually, I didn't have any plans for that evening. "How about lunch then? Let's have lunch together, okay?"

"Oh, I have some things to do at lunchtime. How about we just grab something to eat at the company cafeteria?"

"Okay, I'll pick you up after work. I won't bother you anymore. See you at lunchtime." Wang Bo said, getting up and leaving. I wanted to say, "It's only a few steps to the cafeteria, why do you need to pick me up?" But I thought better of it and just sighed as I watched his retreating figure.

During lunch break, Wang Bo and I went to the cafeteria together. I found a seat by the window, and Wang Bo queued up to buy his food. We sat facing each other, eating and chatting. As we were eating, someone greeted me from beside me. I looked up and saw it was Huang Peiling, the company's vice president. After nodding to Wang Bo, she said, "You don't mind if I sit next to you, do you?" Wang Bo and I said we didn't mind. Vice President Huang then sat down next to me, bringing with her a faint fragrance.

Speaking of Huang Peiling, she's my senior from the same university, though she graduated more than ten years earlier. She later earned a master's degree and, like many others, has a technical background, possessing the meticulousness and rigor characteristic of engineers. She rose from an ordinary designer with no connections to become the vice president of a large company—a true powerhouse. However, Huang Peiling doesn't appear overtly assertive; instead, she exudes a quiet elegance. In her forties, she has fair skin, a delicate face, and a slightly chubby cheek. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses, she possesses a scholarly air and gives off an approachable vibe. Her husband, a university classmate and a businessman, is often away on business, resulting in limited time together. They also have a son who was sent abroad to study after starting junior high.

Huang Peiling speaks fluent Mandarin with a strong Beijing accent, her speech elegant, witty, and tactful. Although she doesn't talk much, her words are gentle and soothing, revealing the qualities of an intellectual woman. Time flies by when you're with her. As I was finishing my lunch, my phone suddenly rang. I took it out and saw it was CC calling. "Hello!" I answered, my heart racing slightly.
"Little bitch, were you good today?" CC's smooth, slightly magnetic voice came through the phone. I quickly glanced at Wang Bo and General Manager Huang, and said ambiguously, "It was...it was alright!"

"You have someone with you?" CC's intuition was sharp. "Yes," I replied.

After a pause, CC said, "Come to my place this afternoon. I want to give you a good lesson." Her tone was casual, as if she were talking about something very ordinary. My face flushed instantly, and I quickly coughed to cover it up, saying, "Okay...okay!" I actually quite liked CC's direct style; a sadist should be strict and domineering. I quickly finished my lunch, said goodbye to Wang Bo and General Manager Huang under their slightly surprised gazes, and returned to my office.

The afternoon was busy as usual; I even spent an hour in the workshop, drinking a lot of water because my mouth was parched. Around five o'clock, CC called me again; she had already driven to the company gate to pick me up. Not wanting to attract attention, I left work an hour early and went to the attendance counter at the company gate, making an excuse about going out on business. That's one of the advantages of being a department head—you can just make up any excuse to leave during working hours. The attendance department has records of company leaders and special personnel who frequently go out on business. I walked out of the company gate and got into CC's car. About 20 minutes later, the car drove out of the city and sped towards Tongsheng Lake.

"Little bitch, take off your clothes and pants so I can check," CC commanded coldly as she drove. "This... I'm afraid someone will see," I hesitated, glancing at the passing cars. "Hmph, you're a slutty little bitch anyway, what are you afraid of? Hurry up and take off your clothes and pants!" CC still had that unquestionable air about her. There was no way around it; a slave must obey their master. Reluctantly, I took off my clothes. CC gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and with the other, without hesitation, lifted my shirt, groped around my chest for a moment, then pulled it out and reached inside my pants, groping between my legs...

"Pretty obedient! Listening to your master, you're not wearing a bra or underwear," CC said, looking at me with a mocking gaze. "Do you know why your master doesn't let you wear a bra and underwear?" she asked immediately. Seeing my hesitation, CC answered her own question, "Because bras and panties are for covering up shame, and you're a shameless bitch, so you're not qualified to wear a bra or panties. Do you understand now?"

"Understood, Master." My emotions were stirred by this humiliating question.
CC's hand continued to caress between my legs, and after a while, she said lightly, "You slutty little bitch, your cunt is all wet!"

"Mmm... Master, you're so bad!" I said coquettishly, my body burning with heat and my eyes glazed over. "Well, you dare to talk bad about your master. Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson!" Master said with a half-smile, increasing the amplitude and frequency of her finger movements.

"Mmm... Ah..." I groaned, my body sinking deep into the back of the chair and sliding down.

"Take off your pants!" Master commanded, pressing her advantage. Desire surged wildly, and the master's command was so considerate. I simply pulled down my pants, leaned against the door, bent my knees, and raised them high, letting the master's fingers caress me. I didn't care whether passing cars would see this erotic scene; the whole world seemed to freeze on the master's fingers, each touch assaulting my mind… In the speeding car, I climaxed.

CC's car drove into the courtyard of the lakeside villa. As soon as the car stopped, CC commanded, "Strip naked and crawl out."

"Yes, Master." I knew perfectly well that today's training had actually begun from the moment we met. When I climbed naked from the car, the moment my limbs touched the ground, CC took out the silver chain and fastened it to the leather collar around my neck. This collar hadn't been removed since yesterday's training; it had been on my body the whole time.
CC, holding the chain, led me around the courtyard before entering the villa. "Master, I'd like to use the bathroom for a moment," I said to CC, a little embarrassed. The afternoon's work had been hectic, and I'd drunk too much water, which was starting to have side effects. "Oh? The little bitch wants to pee?" CC squatted down in front of me, a malicious smile flashing across her face, making me feel uneasy. Despite this, I obediently replied, "Yes, Master."

"You wait!" CC grinned and got up to leave.

A moment later, CC returned carrying a basin and a two-foot square mirror: "There's a difference between humans and dogs. The bathroom isn't for you, the little bitch, to use as you please. Just pee in this basin." She placed the basin and mirror beside me. It seems CC truly lives up to her reputation as a seasoned master; she uses every opportunity as material for her training.

My face flushed with embarrassment, I squatted down to relieve myself, but CC grabbed my ear and scolded me sternly, "You unruly, stupid bitch! Don't you even know how to pee? Is this how a bitch peees?" She patted my buttocks and commanded, "Lie down!" After I lay down, she gently lifted my right ankle and said, "Lift this hind leg up, lift it backward!"

I had no choice but to obey her command, getting on all threes, lifting my right leg and stretching it backward and upward, like a gymnastics move. CC moved the basin to below my pubic bone, then placed the mirror about a meter in front of me, grabbed my hair and made me lift my face, saying to my reflection in the mirror, "Look in the mirror! Remember your current pose, this is how a bitch peees! From now on, you must pee in this pose here with your master, understand?"

"Yes, master!" I answered tremblingly. "Okay, pee!" Only then did my master allow me to urinate.
I felt like I'd been granted a pardon. I was already in a hurry, and after my master's antics, it was even harder to hold it in. But this position was so awkward, and coupled with the humiliation I'd just suffered, I hadn't recovered yet. For a moment, I just couldn't urinate. I struggled to maintain this position, and after a long while, the urine finally gushed out, but a considerable portion still flowed down my left thigh and onto the ground.

CC didn't seem to mind. He just squatted beside me, watching me urinate in the mirror while constantly patting my right thigh, which was sticking up, from bottom to top, correcting my posture, saying, "Lift it higher, lift it higher, a bitch should look like a bitch..." How shameful! I never expected that a simple act of urination would be turned into so many surprises by CC.

After this little episode, CC patiently cleaned everything up before leading me to the training room on the third floor. As soon as we entered the training room, CC made me stand under the electric hoist and took a bundle of thick, soft red cotton rope to tie me up. The binding began with the hands, first binding them tightly behind the back, then wrapping them around the shoulders and continuously knotting them from top to bottom, outlining polygons on the body's surface. It seemed CC had applied the legendary tortoise shell bondage to me. The tortoise shell bondage ended at the waist, leaving only two long rope ends attached to the left and right sides.

Next, CC took a pair of shackles from the wall. These shackles had a long metal rod in the middle, with two shackles fixed to both ends of the rod. CC made me sit on the ground and locked my ankles into the two shackles, thus fixing my legs and preventing them from coming together. Several flange holes were evenly distributed on the metal rod. CC lowered the hook of the electric hoist, threaded the two rope ends left from the tortoise shell bondage through those flange holes, and firmly wrapped them around the hook. So, when CC turned on the switch and pulled up the hook, I was suspended upside down in mid-air with my legs spread wide. The tortoise shell binding evenly distributed the weight on my body, like a red net, while also preventing my ankles from bearing the entire weight.

CC took out a gag, a blindfold, two nipple clamps, and a dozen bamboo clamps from the sex toy cabinet. He gagged my mouth, blindfolded me, and then clamped the nipple clamps onto my nipples. The dozen or so bamboo clamps were clamped onto my breasts, stomach, waist, and buttocks. As the pain intensified, feelings of fear and excitement spread through my heart.
After a while, there was a snap, like the sound of a lighter, and soon after, a burning sensation suddenly came from the soles of my feet. Normally, such a sudden blow to the sensitive soles of my feet would have made me jump up and scream in pain, but now, under the control of the shackles, ropes, and gag, I could not move or shout, and could only writhe and make low moaning sounds.

My master was dripping wax onto me. This type of candle is a low-temperature SM-specific wax; the melting point of the wax is no more than 60 degrees Celsius. A single low-temperature candle, as thick as a child's arm and twenty centimeters long, costs seventy or eighty yuan, dozens of times the price of a regular candle. However, for SM enthusiasts who enjoy dripping wax, it's worth the money. I just didn't expect my master to be so mischievous, immediately pouring the wax onto my sensitive soles.

As the candle burned, the wax was splashed all over my body, even my inner thighs and other sensitive areas weren't spared. The bamboo clips attached to my body were removed one by one. Each time a clip was removed, the area it held was immediately doused with scalding hot wax. The sensation of pain upon pain, followed by immediate cooling, relaxation, and itching—changing rapidly—created a rather dramatic and torturous effect.

Finally, the master released the bamboo clamps on my breasts and the nipple clamps, and the hot wax was poured down, making it hard for me to breathe, as if I was being carried away by the warm current...

After a short rest, I heard CC fetching some items. I quickly realized that one of them was a leather paddle, because CC was using it to beat the wax coating on my body, layer by layer, while continuing to drip wax. The sensations of heat, pain, and itching alternated throughout my body, constantly stimulating my rising desire. This
continued for a few minutes before CC blew out the candle. A little while later, the leather paddle suddenly struck my bare, exposed genitals from above with a slight whooshing sound. Before I could even react, the paddle, with a flick of CC's wrist, struck again and again in short bursts at the same spot. Hanging upside down, legs spread wide, I was struggling and moaning in agony when CC bent down and took my genitals into her mouth, her warm, soft lips and tongue sucking and licking, instantly making my tense body go limp.

After a moment of soothing, CC's lips and tongue left my private parts. Immediately, a thick, hard, cool, and smooth round object pushed open my petals and thrust into my clitoris—it was a vibrator. CC held the vibrator in one hand, pumping it up and down, while the other hand held a leather slap and patted various parts of my body, from top to bottom, patting the soles of my feet, thighs, buttocks, and breasts. Sometimes she would pull out the vibrator and use the slap to pat my private parts again. This alternating pumping and patting caused wave after wave of orgasms, several times in half an hour. Honey-like fluid gushed from my clitoris, flowing down my hanging limbs, covering my entire body—my belly, breasts, neck, cheeks, even my temples and behind my ears—a scene of indescribable eroticism.

The entire process took place almost entirely in silence, except for the continuous slapping sounds. CC remained completely silent, and my penis was firmly gagged, so my moans and cries were reduced to low, muffled sounds. Occasionally, a silent twitch would ripple through my body—a sign of impending climax.

I loved this feeling of complete absorption, my soul released, my body becoming my master's living toy. All pretense and affectation vanished; I was so genuinely needed, possessed, and dominated by my master, naked and direct, primal and wild. I think I'm a SM enthusiast, and even more so, an aesthete.

This training was physically demanding for both CC and me. When she lifted me to the ground and removed my blindfold, I noticed fine beads of sweat on her forehead. My limbs, numb from being suspended, nestled in her arms, enjoying her kisses and caresses, my heart overflowing with joy and gratitude. Being a competent master is no easy task. One must possess a wild imagination to provide slaves with novel and intense training experiences, while also having a high sense of responsibility to fully consider their safety and feelings. One must have the creativity of an artist and the meticulousness of an engineer, flawlessly completing every step of the training.

We were all a bit hungry, but thankfully CC was prepared; the food and drinks were all ready, just a quick microwave. The lights came on in the dining room, and the aroma of the food and drinks on the table was incredibly tempting. CC made me crawl under the table to wait for her while she went upstairs to get something. Hmph, what a meticulous woman! Making me crawl under the table for such a short time, my arms and legs are getting sore. I'm not that stupid. Taking advantage of this break, I stood up to stretch, then casually sat back down in the chair.

A few minutes later, I heard CC's crisp footsteps on the stairs. I quickly crawled back down from the chair; being caught violating the slave rules by CC would be punishable. CC, dressed in a black SM queen-like leather outfit, gracefully entered the restaurant. Her snow-white skin, delicate features, and slender, athletic figure, accentuated by the simple yet sexy black leather, were breathtaking.

I think I was completely mesmerized, my face flushed, until CC flicked my forehead, bringing me back to my senses. "Little bitch, what are you daydreaming about?" CC asked. "Master, you're so beautiful!" I murmured, mesmerized. "You're a beautiful little bitch too!" CC patted my head.

Dinner began. The master sat at the table, poured a glass of red wine, swirled the tall glass, and smiled as she glanced at me, who was crawling at her feet. "Little bitch, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Master will feed you. Here, have a piece of braised pork ribs first!" She said, picking up a rib with her chopsticks and holding it above my head. I looked up, intending to bite the rib, but she twisted her wrist, raising the pointed end high, and laughed, "Come on, let's see if you can bite it." I couldn't help but sigh. I knew this wicked woman wouldn't let me eat in peace, but I still didn't expect her to prevent me from even getting the first bite. Whenever I was with her, the discipline was omnipresent and constant.

I stretched my neck to bite, she dodged, I bit empty air again, I bit again, she dodged again... And so it went, she held the rib up and down, left and right, making me spin around in circles, as if I were truly a little bitch being teased by her master. I stopped, glaring at CC and the rib between her, somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, my chest heaving, panting heavily. CC, however, was like a mischievous girl doing something naughty, her face full of a mischievous smile, constantly winking at me and waving her chopsticks. Her happy appearance made it impossible for me to hate her. I knew I could never win against this mistress.

"Master, if you don't give the ribs to this little bitch soon, they'll get cold! They'll give her an upset stomach." Since I couldn't fight back, I had to beg my master for some.

CC was amused by my antics: "Really want some? Bark a couple of times, and I'll feed you!"
"Woof...woof..." I barked.

"Such a good little bitch..." CC patted my head, then fed me a thick, juicy rib, and picked up a piece of pigeon meat, saying, "Want some pigeon? You know how to make it, right?" This time, without her prompting, I barked, "Woof woof!"

CC fed me a few bites of food, then picked up a wine glass and said, "Good little bitch, have a drink with your master. Stick your mouth out, and your master will feed you." She then raised the glass to her lips and took a sip. I barked twice, tilted my head back, and opened my mouth wide. CC lowered her head and, through the air, slowly poured the wine she held in her mouth into mine, mingling with her saliva.

We took turns drinking, and soon we were both a little tipsy. A flush rose on CC's cheeks, making her even more alluring. She picked up a meatball, held it up to her eyes, and a sly smile appeared on her face: "Little bitch, come and have a meatball." She put the meatball in her mouth, held it close to my face, clearly wanting me to take it from her mouth. Emboldened by the alcohol, I leaned in, placed my hands on her knees, and kissed her. Our lips met, and I tried to tug at her tongue to pull the meatball over, but she inhaled, causing it to roll under her tongue. I followed, she held firm, and our tongues entwined in a fierce struggle.

In the end, CC didn't get to eat the meatball; in the chaos, she swallowed it whole, while I ate quite a bit of her saliva. "Hmph, I'm so unwilling!" I grumbled, emboldened by the alcohol, and nuzzled against her neck, pretending to bite her, making her giggle uncontrollably.

"Are you really that hungry, little bitch?" CC grabbed my ear, suppressing a laugh as she asked. "This little bitch is almost starving, if you don't let me eat, I'll bite you and eat your flesh!" I said, shaking my head and lunging at her again...

We played around for a while until we were too tired to continue, and then I sat on her lap to rest. After a while, CC's strength had probably fully recovered. She slapped my thigh and said, "Stand up, little bitch. Since you're so hungry, your master will give you a big meal!"

She made me stand to the side, and then she stood up herself, starting to unfasten a strap on her abdomen. CC's SM queen leather outfit, apart from a pair of tall boots, could only be described as a leather bra on the upper body, her breasts half-naked and her navel exposed. He was only wearing a pair of leather shorts on his lower body, but there was a secret at the front of the shorts. When CC unbuckled the straps on the shorts, a foldable dildo was put down. The dildo was made of plastic and had a dark luster. The lower end was supported at the crotch, and the upper end could be folded and fastened in front of the waistband.

CC sat down in a chair and beckoned to me, saying, "Come here!" I roughly understood what was about to happen, and a surge of heat welled up inside me. I walked over and stood beside her. CC pulled me into her arms, her chin gently resting on my back. As I sat down, I asked in a coquettish voice, "What are you doing?" CC whispered in my ear, her voice filled with lust, "What am I doing? Of course, I'm going to fuck you!" She then guided the dildo to part my labia, allowing me to slowly sit on it. CC gritted her teeth in my ear again, "You slutty little bitch, your master will let you have your fill from both mouths, are you happy now?"

And so I experienced my first ever tabletop sex. My master fed me mouth-to-mouth, drinking wine, thrusting and jerking every few bites, her hands frequently reaching between my legs to knead them rapidly—eating and having sex simultaneously. When we were having a great time, CC grabbed my hair, lifted me up, and pushed me to the edge of the dining table. I stood with my legs apart, leaning over the table, and CC, standing behind me, gave me a quick, powerful thrust, making the cups, plates, and bowls on the table rattle and clatter, finally bringing this unique feast to a perfect end.

In N City, on a chilly weekend morning in April, in the bustling Central Square, a young woman with flowing hair and a graceful figure walked slowly along the sidewalk, arms crossed, head down, seemingly lost in thought. Her pale yellow chiffon dress swayed in the wind, revealing glimpses of her skin, attracting the attention of countless passersby.

Suddenly, her phone rang in her purse. She took out her phone, glanced at it, then quickly scanned her surroundings, a shy blush rising on her face. If one paid a closer look, one could see that this girl not only possessed a graceful figure but also stunning beauty and elegance—the kind of urban woman who, even standing amidst a bustling square, would still shine like a swan.

However, at this moment, the beautiful swan wore a shy and slightly flustered expression. She brought the phone to her ear, pressed the answer button, and after a moment, her face flushed even more. She glanced around, hesitant to speak, as if there was something she couldn't bring herself to tell the person on the other end of the line. After a long while, she finally composed herself and softly called out, "Master!" But then, something even more embarrassing seemed to come from the other end of the line, and her face flushed crimson again.

"Woof...woof woof..." she whispered into the receiver, mimicking a dog's bark, her face red as she nervously scanned her surroundings, afraid someone would hear. "Bark louder, you little bitch!" The other person's gentle yet teasing voice came again to the beautiful girl's ear. "Woof...woof woof..." the girl continued barking, her panicked expression attracting the attention of more passersby. Embarrassed, her face turned as red as a ripe peach. She couldn't help but quicken her pace, eventually starting to jog...

At the other end of the square, a red Ferrari was parked. These limited-edition sports cars were expensive and a symbol of status. The girl saw it from afar and ran towards the Ferrari without hesitation, barking like a dog every now and then. It was truly a strange story in springtime.

The girl reached the door of the red Ferrari and tried to open it to get in, but the door was tightly shut. "Master, please let me in," the girl pleaded into the phone.

"No rush, little bitch, come with my car!" the gentle voice continued to command in her ear.

"Yes...Master." Knowing that another round of humiliation and torment was inevitable, the girl could only obediently respond, while letting out a deep sigh. The short jog had exhausted her; she was now drenched in sweat, her face flushed, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily. The girl's fragrance wafted in the slightly cool breeze, stirring strange feelings in those who smelled it. The

red Ferrari started and slowly drove off. The girl followed behind, head down, arms crossed over her chest, one hand still holding her phone to her ear, listening to the commands from inside the car. "Little bitch, keep barking, don't stop!" the person inside kept reminding her, their tone flat.

"...Woof...woof...woof..." the girl barked incessantly, her voice trembling, her breathing rapid. Passersby stopped to stare. The girl's cheeks burned, and she walked on, tears welling in her eyes. After several blocks, the car stopped in a quiet alley.

The door finally opened, and the mysterious female voice inside spoke again: "Get in, little bitch." Hearing this, the girl finally breathed a sigh of relief and climbed into the car. Sitting in the driver's seat was a stunningly beautiful middle-aged woman in a white suit. She was breathtakingly beautiful; the word to describe her was "peerless elegance." While a young girl's beauty was already exceptional, this middle-aged woman, besides possessing a figure and looks no less striking, exuded a noble and mature aura.

At this moment, she beckoned to the girl, saying, "Come on, little bitch, lift your skirt." The girl, without the slightest resistance, obediently lifted her skirt to her waist. The middle-aged woman then pulled the naked girl into her arms, placing one of her legs on the back of the seat. This spread the girl's legs wide, revealing her bare pubic area. It was now clear that she wasn't wearing underwear, and her pubic hair was completely shaved.

The middle-aged woman stretched out her flawless, jade-like hand and unhesitatingly reached for the girl's private parts, caressing and admiring them. After only a couple of strokes, she clicked her tongue and exclaimed, "This little bitch's pussy is all wet!" She leaned closer to the girl's cheek, staring intently into her eyes and chuckled, "Do you want your master to fuck you? Heh heh, tell me the truth!" The girl nodded silently, her face flushed with shyness.

Unfortunately, the middle-aged woman wasn't going to let her off easily. Instead, she slapped the girl's buttocks hard and raised her voice, "Say what you want out loud, don't hide it!"

"I...I want my master to fuck...fuck me..." the girl answered tremulously under the woman's intimidating presence.
The middle-aged woman chuckled again, the sound drowned out by the sucking and moaning sounds. Her tongue explored, and her index and middle fingers slowly inserted into the girl's honey hole, moving in and out, gradually increasing in speed and intensity...

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