Senior's shoe soles are junior's paradise

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On Thursday, March 23rd,

I was quite surprised to see Wei Qi wearing a chastity lock in the dormitory bathroom.

The graduate student apartments at the university are all two-person rooms with private bathrooms—my roommate is Wei Qi. Today, I had just returned to the dormitory to get some things after leaving home, and to my surprise, when I opened the bathroom door, I saw Wei Qi carefully cleaning the grime from his chastity lock. I knew Wei Qi was interested in these strange things, but I didn't expect him to actually be playing with it. I also knew about chastity locks, but the all-metal one he was wearing seemed smaller than any of the CB-3000 or similar locks I'd seen before.

He stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. With a "the more the merrier" attitude, I jokingly remarked, "Wow, this is funny, he even put a lock on it." Then I turned and left, closing the door to avoid further embarrassment.

Thinking back, Wei Qi was really quite an interesting person. I was already in my third year of graduate school after being accepted into the same university, while he was a freshman from another university. We were both graduate students in the civil engineering department, but he focused on geotechnical mechanics, and I focused on structural mechanics. Our labs were located in opposite corners of the campus, so we didn't see each other often except in our dorms. He came from a fairly well-off family, and although he wasn't particularly handsome, he was quite good-looking for an engineering department like civil engineering. Plus, he was 1.8 meters tall, so he must have had no shortage of girls who liked him; however, Wei Qi was inexplicably still single.

He actually brought a chastity belt, something I'd only ever seen occasionally in porn, which completely surprised me. I did recall that he'd just moved into the dorm a couple of minutes earlier, and when he copied porn from my place to watch, he happened to be watching a video of a female S exercising chastity control and discipline on a male M. At the time, he'd said, "So you like this kind of AV too?"

I'd only just learned about chastity belts myself, but not wanting to seem ignorant, I replied, "A little interested. I have several similar ones here, do you want them?"

Wei Qi then copied a whole series of porn. Besides chastity control, those videos also included scenes of whipping, even drawing blood—I initially found them quite graphic and hard to accept. I don't know if Wei Qi watched them all after copying them back.

Perhaps it's just male nature to be interested in erotic things, but I spent the whole day imagining whether Wei Qi had found a girl to put a chastity belt on him. Finding a girlfriend wouldn't be difficult for Wei Qi; however, playing around with chastity control is rather intriguing.

If he didn't have a girlfriend, did he buy a chastity belt on Taobao, try it out, and then give the key to someone else? Although I had this thought out of curiosity, I would never actually dare to put it into practice.

I decided to go back to the dorm tonight and ask him what he was up to.

When I got back to the dorm that night, Wei Qi was already in the room. I didn't say anything until we turned off the lights and lay down on the bed, then I asked Wei Qi, "Want to tell me your story about the chastity lock?"

Wei Qi was obviously embarrassed and awkwardly replied, "Uh... I bought it."

That answer was obviously too brief. I continued, "How long have you kept it locked?"

He replied, "From last Sunday until now, a little over four days."

"How does it feel?"

"Uh... I can't sleep well at night at all... I often wake up in pain. Morning erections are especially painful."

I continued, "So, you had the key in your own hand? No keyholder?"

"Yeah, that's right..."

"Impossible. If you had the key yourself, you would have opened it and cleaned it yourself. There's no need to clean it like this morning." I was that blunt when pointing out the flaw.

Wei Qi stammered, "I...really..."

I interrupted him, "Tell me. Did you find a girl to keep for you? It's okay to say, I'm even thinking of trying it out myself."

"Actually...I found a female Dom. You know what I mean, right?"

"Wow...did you find her online? Or did you already know her?"

"Uh...we met in a group chat."

"She's not charging, is she?"

"Uh. She really is charging."

"You mean one of those who charge hundreds of dollars an hour? I've only heard about that from others before..."

"No. She's not one of those professional Doms who makes a living by being a Dom..."

"Then what is she?"

"Well... she's not short of money. She said the fee is to filter out some low-quality male subs. She's selective about her subs; she only takes those who suit her taste, and each session lasts a week or even a month..."

"That's amazing?"

"Yeah. She said she only meets two or three subs a year, some of whom come from out of town after they hit it off. And she said the fee is probably just enough to cover her setup, equipment, and stuff."

"That's high-end, Wei Qi." "

Haha, by the way, she said she's a senior from our school."

"Holy crap! That's great. That's definitely better than those so-called female S or whatever they come from. But, didn't you say she wants to play with them for a week at a time?"

"So at first, I just went to her place and chatted with her in person. We got along pretty well, and we both decided to give it a try. We did a few basic things there, and then she immediately pulled out a brand new chastity lock and made me put it on, saying it was to test me for three months. If I decided I wanted to play around during the holidays, I could come back to her place and be imprisoned for a week or two." "

Wow! Looks like she's really not short of money, just handing you a lock like that."

"Hahahaha. Speaking of which, Dong-ge, why don't you help me film it? You don't have to stay in the lab every day during the holidays anyway. I wanted to make a video to remember the trip."

I thought this was a bit unreliable, so I asked, "Would she agree to be filmed?"

"She should agree, since she doesn't need to show her face. I'll ask her again."

"Great! I have no reason not to watch a free AV live."

"My tastes might be a bit more extreme than you think, so don't be shocked."

Hearing Wei Qi say that, I started to look forward to it.

On Saturday night, May 8th,

lying in bed, Wei Qi told me that he was going to see his sadist again the next day.

"She wants me to go to her place to see if I'm keeping it locked up properly."

Actually, Wei Qi never took off the chastity lock he wore—because I could clearly see it through his underwear. So, he should be able to satisfy his mistress, right?

I asked him, "I heard that wearing a penis lock for a long time can make your penis smaller. Have you noticed that?"

He said, "A little bit. But I can't get a full erection with the lock on, so I don't know if the size when I do get hard will also decrease. But... it's really uncomfortable." "

If it gets smaller, will you regret it?"

"It's okay. I heard it won't get much smaller."

I still couldn't help but ask, "How have you managed to get through this past month? You really haven't masturbated at all?"

"No, how could I masturbate with this on? I didn't even dare to get hard, otherwise it would hurt. But I'm used to it now, even my morning erections have basically disappeared..."

"Are you still not sleeping well every day?"

"It's better, but I still wake up frequently."

"Okay, go to sleep now. Remember to tell me what you did when you come back tomorrow."

On Sunday, May 9th,

Wei Qi left home at noon and didn't return to the dormitory until after 8 p.m.

He sat down on his bed as soon as he entered the dormitory. I asked him curiously, "Tell me, what did you do there?"

"Uh...she unlocked the door for me and then used her shoe to make me hard. I thought she was going to let me ejaculate. But she told me not to, and then she took out an even smaller lock and locked it, saying it was to make my penis smaller and less useful."

"Hahaha, bro, you're so unlucky. She has so many tricks up her sleeve. Did you do anything else? Like...uh...foot fetish or something?"

"After she finished with me, she made me lick her shoes clean. Nothing else."

"Didn't she make you kneel in front of her?"

"Of course I knelt. I had to kneel from the moment I walked in."

"Oh, okay. Did you enjoy it?"

"It's alright," Wei Qi said, but his tone revealed that he was actually quite satisfied with today's meeting.

"So you're definitely going to her place for the summer?" I continued to ask.

"Yeah. I even told her to let you record it. She agreed."

"She really agreed? Okay, I'll go then."

I thought for a moment, then asked, "By the way, do you have any information about her? I want to see what kind of person she is." "

It's described on her fetlife page, I'll find it and you can see for yourself."

I took his phone and looked at it. Besides words that all sadists use, like "stripping you of your dignity" and "releasing your nature," there was also a sentence like this: "It won't cause you permanent serious harm, but there are absolutely no taboos. I want to find the most extreme, unrestricted masochist—no safe words, no bottom lines, let me use all means to completely destroy you, make you wish you were dead." It really sounded vicious.

Remembering that Wei Qi mentioned the female s was a graduate of our school, it made things even more interesting—our school actually produced such a heavy-handed female s. I definitely have to go see her during summer vacation.

July 6th, Thursday

. Summer vacation is almost here. Wei Qi has also confirmed that he will be staying in that female s's dungeon for two whole weeks. The final confirmed time is next Tuesday evening.

He has already received many packages, saying he bought things to take with him. He won't show me; he just opened the outermost cardboard box and stuffed it, inner packaging and all, directly into his suitcase. I scolded him for being mysterious, but I couldn't help but become more and more excited.

We agreed that he would be completely imprisoned there for two weeks, but I could go back to my dorm to sleep every night. I would only go back there when they were really "training" me.

Wei Qi said that the video quality from his phone was too bad, so he considered renting a professional camera from a video equipment rental place. We checked online, and the daily rental wasn't cheap; renting it for two weeks would cost several thousand yuan. So, he simply spent over 20,000 yuan to buy a second-hand professional camera kit and a tripod, saying, "At worst, I can just sell it after filming; I won't lose much money." As a poor graduate student, I could only sincerely admire his extravagance.

After getting the camera Wei Qi bought me, I fiddled with it for a while before finally learning how to use it. Luckily, I had a lot of experience using DSLRs before, so it wasn't too difficult. Since Wei Qi had prepared such good equipment, I decided to carefully capture every moment for him.

So, in just a few days, I could witness SM live.

Tuesday, July 11th.

Finally, that evening, Wei Qi dragged a large suitcase, and I carried the camera he bought. We left the school together. The school was located in the west of the city, but we headed further west. I followed Wei Qi all the way to a rather luxurious-looking residential area on the outskirts of the city, "Songtao Yalu".

Entering the residential area, I followed Wei Qi into a building. When we reached the third floor, Wei Qi gently knocked on the door. I was a little nervous—this was the first time I'd ever met a real female s. How should I greet her?

Before I could think too much, the door opened. The moment I saw who opened the door, I was stunned. The woman in front of me was Wu Xiaohan—the goddess I had pursued when I first entered university. Although it had been four or five years since we last met, her beautiful face was still the same as it had been back then; I recognized her at a glance. When Wei Qi told me that his female s was a senior at our school, I never imagined that this "senior" might actually be her.

That year, after I entered university, I joined the school's orienteering club. Orienteering was a very niche sport at the school, so the club had very few members and not many activities. I met Wu Xiaohan on my first hiking trip to the countryside organized by the association. She wasn't tall, but she was slender and had delicate features. However, she wasn't the kind of girl who was aloof and intimidating. On the contrary, with her shoulder-length short hair, she appeared lively and cute.

As a civil engineering student, I rarely had the opportunity to meet girls, let alone pretty ones. So, she naturally became my goddess. At that time, she was studying finance and was already a junior. But I still pursued her for a while, doing things that most people would do—giving her gifts and asking her out to dinner.

Before I could even confess my feelings, she told me that another guy had asked her out for the weekend, and she accepted—and then she became his girlfriend, so my pursuit of her naturally fizzled out. Later, she was busy preparing her graduation thesis and applying for graduate school, so I rarely saw her at orienteering club activities; even when I occasionally bumped into her on campus, we'd just exchange greetings. After graduation, her family paid for her to pursue a master's degree abroad, and I never heard from her again.

Now, unexpectedly, she's back in China working. Presumably, a finance degree from a top foreign university would guarantee a high salary, and given her already well-off family background, she certainly had no need to earn a penny through SM. Time hadn't changed her appearance at all—except for her hair growing a bit longer, she looked exactly the same, still pure and innocent, making it impossible to associate her with a female S—especially not a so-called extremely ruthless one. The only difference was that she no longer wore sneakers, but instead wore a pair of shiny, high-heeled shoes.

When she saw me, she recognized me immediately: "Xu Yangdong...it's you? Oh my god. You...you guys come in first."

Wei Qi looked at me with a puzzled expression: "You two know each other?"

I answered awkwardly: "Um...we knew each other before, back when we were undergraduates."

I took off my shoes at the door, went in, and put down the camera. She looked at me again and sighed: "Oh my god...if I had known your roommate was Xu Yangdong...I would never have let him film this...it's so embarrassing."

She made me sit on the sofa to the side and ordered Wei Qi in an unquestionable tone: "You, you should take off your clothes and come kneel down."

I glanced at them. Although Wu Xiaohan was four years older than Wei Qi, she looked younger than him; even for Wei Qi, who was already quite attractive, Wu Xiaohan was definitely a goddess.

As Wei Qi undressed, she pulled out a printed agreement.

The top half of the agreement listed "SM activities acceptable to both parties"; I saw many boxes checked, such as "accepting being a toilet slave," "accepting activities involving bleeding," "accepting suffocation," and so on. I was utterly shocked: I never imagined that these two familiar people would want to do activities comparable to the most extreme ones I'd ever seen in adult videos.

The second half of the agreement also states: "During imprisonment, M is only allowed to kneel at all times and is not allowed to walk upright," "During imprisonment, M is deprived of all rights. Except for the safety of life guaranteed by S, M's body is completely at S's disposal. S can inflict any punishment, and M has no right to withdraw," "All physical and mental harm suffered by M is at M's own request to S, and S shall not bear any responsibility," "Unless S expressly permits, M shall not touch S's body in any form," "After S satisfies M's basic masochistic desires, M should make S's satisfaction her sole purpose," and many other clauses, too numerous to read at a glance. One particularly striking clause states: "M has paid a deposit of 120,000 yuan. If M performs satisfactorily within two weeks, S will refund half of it." It seems Wei Qi is really willing to spend money on this imprisonment and training—if it were me… I certainly wouldn't have that much money.

While I was looking at the agreement, Wei Qi stripped off his clothes. Only then did I notice that the chastity belt on his genitals was indeed shorter than the original. The chastity belt was very simple, just a few metal rods enclosing a small cage—probably so that Wei Qi could clean himself easily, hence the choice of not a fully enclosed chastity belt. I felt a bit like I was in a dream, watching all this unreal.

Seeing Wei Qi undress, Wu Xiaohan said to him, "I'll confiscate your clothes and bring them back to you after two weeks. I'll also confiscate your ID and phone; I'll check your phone every day for important messages, and if there are any, I'll let you know."

She then turned to me and reminded me, "Xu Yangdong, you don't need to sign the agreement, but you have to promise that no matter what I do with him, unless I agree, you can't get involved or ask questions. You can only quietly film from the sidelines." I agreed,

"Okay."

Wei Qi then urged me to turn on the camera, "Why don't we film the signing process too?"

So I got up to fiddle with the camera.

Wu Xiaohan turned around, took a small knife from the cabinet, sat down in the chair in front of Wei Qi, pinched Wei Qi's finger with one hand, and sharply slashed his index finger with the knife.

Wei Qi gasped in pain; blood flowed from his finger. Wu Xiaohan said, "Okay, put your fingerprint on it."

Wei Qi trembled as he pressed his index finger onto the agreement, leaving a bloody imprint, and then asked Wu Xiaohan, "Is it okay?"

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Yes, it's okay. Take off one of my shoes."

Wei Qi lowered his head and carefully held the heel of the shoe in his mouth.

Wu Xiaohan's voice remained icy: "Remember: No hands; your mouth can only touch your shoes, not me."

Wei Qi took off his shoes, revealing Wu Xiaohan's feet. This was the first time I saw Wu Xiaohan's feet—her feet were about a normal size 37, but because she loved sports, she had a beautiful arch. The instep of her foot, hidden inside her shoe, was smooth and flawless, as soft as tofu. Her long and slender toes were neatly arranged together, looking cute and delicate, with a slight pinkish tinge in the white. Her clear toenails were not painted with nail polish, only faintly revealing a natural pink color—indeed, for such a naturally perfect foot, painting it with any nail polish would only be a stain.

She placed her heels on the ground, her soles exposed to Wei Qi: "Come on, smear your blood on my big toe so I can make a toeprint."

Wei Qi carefully smeared his bloody finger on the sole of her toe, then handed the agreement to her feet.

Wu Xiaohan stepped on it with her toe, leaving a toeprint, and then ordered Wei Qi: "Okay, wipe my feet clean. There are wet wipes over there."

Wei Qi took a wet wipe from the coffee table, tore it open, and carefully wiped away the bloodstains from Wu Xiaohan's feet.

Wu Xiaohan looked down at Wei Qi and said, "I know you actually prefer to lick the blood off my feet with your tongue, right?"

Wei Qi nodded repeatedly with a joyful and expectant expression, "Yes."

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Don't even think about it. Your mouth is so dirty, I would never allow you to get my feet dirty, understand?"

"Understood, Master," Wei Qi replied softly.

"Alright, put my shoes on."

Wei Qi carefully picked up Wu Xiaohan's high heels and placed them at her feet, biting the back of the shoe, and helped Wu Xiaohan put them on.

Wu Xiaohan turned to me and said, "Xu Yangdong, please film Wei Qi's answers to my questions as evidence."

I pointed the camera at Wei Qi, indicating to Wu Xiaohan that I had turned on the camera. Wu Xiaohan instructed Wei Qi, "You lowly dog, introduce yourself in front of the camera first."

Wei Qi timidly said, "My name is Wei Qi, I am Master Xiaohan's slave... um... this time, I've come here to be imprisoned for two weeks to receive Master's training..." He turned to look at Wu Xiaohan, "Is there anything else to introduce?"

Wu Xiaohan asked somewhat dismissively, "As your master, what can I do to you?"

"Master... you can humiliate me, abuse me, do whatever you want."

"What if I injure your body?"

"My body belongs to Master. If Master wants to, then injure me."

"What if you beg for mercy then, what will Master do?"

"If I beg for mercy, Master can just continue torturing me, don't worry about me."

"What if you resist?"

"I won't resist. If I do, Master, just hold me down and torture me until I can't resist anymore."

"Very good. What if you can't do what you just said?"

"Then... Master, I'll do anything..."

"If you can't do it, then Master will release this video to all your classmates, understand?"

"Understood, Master, I will definitely be your good slave."

"Alright, let's stop filming the video here for now," Wu Xiaohan said. "We still have some preparations to do. You lowly dog, bring me your suitcase."

Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to take out the collar he had asked her to buy. Wei Qi took out a packaged box and took out the collar from it. The stainless steel collar consisted of two semi-circular rings, one end of which was connected by a hinge. She showed off to me: "This is a special stainless steel collar that I asked him to buy. After it's fastened, there are a pair of keyholes on it that can be locked [1], or it can be locked to a chain. But the best thing is that the collar has an integrated stun gun, which I can remotely control to stun. It was inspired by the stun gun collars for pets [2], but I made some changes to ensure that the stun gun is insulated from the stainless steel collar body and to increase the voltage of the stun gun."

Wei Qi put on the collar himself. Wu Xiaohan asked me to get an ordinary padlock from the cabinet for her. She took the lock, bent down and used the padlock to lock the collar—and pulled it a few times to make sure it wouldn't come loose.

She ordered Wei Qi, "Bring me the remote control, let me try it."

Wei Qi took a remote control with only one button from the box and handed it to Wu Xiaohan while kneeling. She took the remote control and casually pressed the button—Wei Qi let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if he had fainted, and fell backward to the ground—even twitching twice after falling.

Wu Xiaohan was terrified and exclaimed, "My God, is it really that effective? The shopkeeper told me this thing's electric shock effect is comparable to a Taser, and I didn't believe it at first..."

Wei Qi lay on the ground hugging his knees, whimpering in pain. Wu

Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi with the tip of her shoe: "Get up."

As soon as Wei Qi knelt up, Wu Xiaohan pressed his head to the ground with her foot, then firmly placed her shoe on his head, saying, "Now that you know it hurts, you'd better behave from now on. If you ever make your master unhappy, your master will keep pressing the button and shock you for a minute, understand?"

"Mmm... I understand, master," Wei Qi replied softly.

I was beginning to realize how ruthless Wu Xiaohan was. But Wu Xiaohan's next move was even more unexpected.

She got up and went to the cabinet at the back—Wei Qi remained kneeling, his forehead still pressed to the ground, too afraid to get up. Wu Xiaohan brought over a box and made Wei Qi lie face down on the ground. She then took out alcohol swabs from the box and began wiping the soles of Wei Qi's feet. "The previous 'm' always forgot that she could only kneel, so I'll pierce a padlock in the sole of your foot. That way, you won't be able to walk upright at all, and you'll only be able to kneel obediently, haha."

She took out pliers and pinched a piece of flesh on the sole of Wei Qi's foot—Wei Qi immediately whimpered in pain—but it was clear that he had gritted his teeth and endured it without making a sound. Wu Xiaohan forcefully inserted a frighteningly thick 6g puncture needle into Wei Qi's flesh. Wei Qi finally couldn't help but shout "Ah!" and Wu Xiaohan pushed hard again, and the needle tip came out from the other side of the flesh. Wei Qi screamed again, trembling all over in pain.

Wu Xiaohan calmly threaded a stainless steel U-shaped locking bar through the puncture needle and then removed it. The locking bar was now pierced into the sole of his foot, and blood was still gushing from the wound. After pressing on the wound for a while, she performed the same puncture on the sole of his other foot. This time, as soon as she gripped the pliers, before the needle even went in, Wei Qi turned pale and began to tremble uncontrollably. He screamed again as the needle was inserted, but Wu Xiaohan remained unmoved and drove the locking bar deep into his flesh.

Wu Xiaohan fastened two padlocks [3]. Now, if Wei Qi wanted to walk, he could only tiptoe or walk a few steps. She threw the cotton ball to Wei Qi and let him press it to stop the bleeding. Then she sat on the sofa and started playing with her phone.

A few minutes later, Wu Xiaohan said, "I want to pee. Good dog, do you have any ideas?"

Wei Qi answered almost without thinking, "Master, can you pee in my mouth?"

Just when I thought Wei Qi was going to drink her urine, Wu Xiaohan said, "Not now, you haven't performed well enough. But, come with me to the toilet."

As she spoke, she rode on Wei Qi and let Wei Qi carry her into the toilet.

Surprisingly, there was no toilet in the bathroom, only a squat toilet. I was a little surprised when I saw it. But I quickly realized that this bathroom was specifically for training purposes. After all, it was completely empty, except for two sinks of different heights, two bottles of hand soap, a simple shower head, and the squat toilet. There was nothing else.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to lie on the floor with his head near the squat toilet. Then she took a black blindfold from the hook behind the bathroom door and put it over Wei Qi's eyes: "You're not allowed to look at your master's body. Be good, and if you behave well, you'll be allowed to see it later." I was also kicked out of the bathroom and could only listen from the outside.

Soon, I heard the sound of urine being poured into the squat toilet. Wu Xiaohan teased him, "How about it? Don't you really want to drink Master's holy water? Look, you got hard just from hearing Master pee... You're hopelessly cheap."

She deliberately stopped halfway through urinating and asked, "Want to drink it? If you want to, beg Master."

Wei Qi responded enthusiastically, "Please, Master, can I drink a little of your holy water? Just a little."

Wu Xiaohan started urinating again, "Sorry, no... Look... Master is almost finished urinating, there's no room for you. Some cheap sluts aren't even worthy of drinking Master's pee."

I heard her get up and flush the toilet. A little while later, Wei Qi carried her out and returned to the living room.

After Wu Xiaohan sat down on the sofa, she teased Wei Qi's locked genitals with her heel.

"My God, you've been locked up for so long, and you're still this hard," she asked Wei Qi. "When you're locked up, doesn't it hurt from the pressure?"

Wei Qi whispered, "Yes, it hurts."

"Do you want your master to unlock it for you? You've been locked up for over a month now..."

"Yes..."

"Do you think your master should agree?"

"No." Wei Qi desperately wanted to unlock it right now, but he knew that Wu Xiaohan was asking this to get him to say no. Answering "yes" would only bring Wu Xiaohan's punishment, not any benefit.

"Why?"

This question was truly humiliating, but Wei Qi clearly understood her intention: "Because... a worthless slut like me only deserves to be locked up until I'm useless, I don't deserve to have an erection at all." "

Don't you think it's really disgusting and lewd to have an erection in front of your master?"

"Yes, I know, I'm sorry, master, I won't do it again... I dare not have an erection in front of you again." Wei Qi answered humbly.

"Don't you think that kneeling before your master and still not getting an erection is a denial of his charm?"

"That's true... Then... Master... what should I do?"

"Silly child, let your master torture you until you're completely impotent, or even castrate you, then you won't be in this moral dilemma, right? Haha..." Such vicious words coming from Wu Xiaohan's mouth, in such a mocking and even disdainful tone, truly sent chills down my spine. However, Wu Xiaohan's angelic and gentle face seemed to prove that she was truly innocent, without a trace of malice, and was genuinely helping Wei Qi solve his problem.

Seeing that Wei Qi didn't speak, she asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong? Don't you think Master is very smart?" Her innocent smile was just like that of a middle school student who had solved a math problem and was showing off to her classmate. To be honest, who could resist a girl like that?

"No... Master... I'll do whatever you say." Wei Qi's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Good girl... Master will satisfy you well... Oh, by the way, don't you like piercing your private parts with needles the most? Did you bring any needles?"

Wei Qi nodded, "Yes," then turned around, climbed into the suitcase, and took out a small cardboard box.

He opened the small cardboard box, and inside were 10 more small cardboard boxes. Each small cardboard box was labeled: "Sterile Injection Needles, 100 pieces." In other words, he brought a total of 1,000 injection needles. Good heavens! A thousand needles, just thinking about it is terrifying.

Wu Xiaohan took a box of 100 needles, looked at it, and said, "Very good. Since you're all prepared, then your master will grant your wish. Lie down on the ground with your legs apart."

After Wei Qi lay down, she sat cross-legged between Wei Qi's spread legs. She sprayed alcohol on Wei Qi's genitals, then sprayed her own hands, and then used the tip of her fingernail to gently touch Wei Qi's locked glans through the gap of the chastity lock.

Wei Qi became even more excited. His penis, which had been firmly locked for more than three months, finally received a little comforting touch.

Wu Xiaohan took out a needle and inserted it into the gap of the chastity lock [3] - Wei Qi shuddered the moment the needle touched his body. Then he gritted his teeth and watched Wu Xiaohan's slender hand push the needle into his glans and then gradually push it deeper. Throughout the needle insertion, Wei Qi's body arched slightly, and it seemed that the pain was quite great. When the needle reached the other end of the glans, it had already pushed the flesh out, but it did not come out of the flesh. Wu Xiaohan had to increase the force of her hand. Wei Qi finally trembled slightly in pain and groaned.

Wu Xiaohan looked at the box in her hand: "How about we thread a hundred needles today?"

Wei Qi was startled: "A hundred? That many?"

"Didn't you bring a thousand needles? A thousand needles, fourteen days, that's an average of seventy-one needles a day..." It seems the goddess's mental arithmetic is as good as ever.

"It's just that buying a thousand at once is more cost-effective... I don't necessarily have to use them all..."

"Alright, I'll handle it. Lie down."

Wu Xiaohan picked up the needles again and stuck them into Wei Qi's genitals...

In no time, more than a dozen needles had pierced Wei Qi's glans, and more than thirty needles had pierced his penis shaft. The small chastity lock was already completely filled with needles, and Wu Xiaohan was still trying to find a gap where she could insert them, literally "seizing every opportunity." Her delicate hands moved with light grace, her eyes as lively as a fawn's—from my perspective, she looked like a child sitting on the ground, intently playing with a new toy, utterly innocent, without a trace of malice. Wei Qi couldn't bear to disturb Wu Xiaohan's enjoyment, so he endured the pain with all his might. Every time Wu Xiaohan forcefully inserted the needle, he couldn't help but tense the muscles in his legs and clench his teeth.

Finally, after using more than fifty needles, there was no more room to insert another one into the chastity lock. So, Wu Xiaohan prepared to target his testicles. She tied a rope several times around the base of his testicles, then picked up the needle and pierced his testicles. After he groaned incoherently a few times, her fingers slowly pushed the needle deeper. With a final push from Wu Xiaohan, the needle emerged from the other end of his scrotum.

He whispered, "It hurts." Wu Xiaohan gently stroked his thigh, comforting him, "Hang in there, be good, you can do it." Then she continued inserting the needle. Amidst Wei Qi's intermittent groans and trembling, Wu Xiaohan used up all the needles. Wei Qi's genitals were now completely covered in needles, like a hedgehog. Only then did Wu Xiaohan stand up.

While Wei Qi was still lying on the ground sobbing, Wu Xiaohan rubbed his needle-covered genitals with the sole of her shoe. He cried out in pain.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" she asked.

"No..."

"If you like it, that's good... This is the only chance your penis will get rubbed by a girl, you know?"

"I know..."

She gently kicked the needle inserted into his testicles with the tip of her shoe again. The pain made him tremble and murmur.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm saving it to play with in a few days."

She stopped and let Wei Qi lie down in the corner. Only then did I realize that the ground where Wei Qi had just been lying was covered in his sweat. It seems that enduring pain really takes a lot of energy. She held onto the wall with one hand and stood on top of Wei Qi. Even though Wu Xiaohan was very light, he was too thin to bear all of this—especially with the sharp heel of her shoe piercing between his ribs. He begged for mercy, but Wu Xiaohan not only didn't get down, she jumped on him instead. The moment she landed, he screamed, instinctively tilting his body. Wu Xiaohan lost her balance and stumbled back to the ground.

Wu Xiaohan was furious: "Useless thing! Others can withstand being stepped on. You scream like this after being stepped on twice. You even dared to move around, almost causing your master to fall. How can you be so useless?" As she spoke, Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's body and head with her shoe. Wei Qi covered his head and twisted to dodge, unintentionally drawing blood from his genitals.

"Kicking you is really tiring," Wu Xiaohan stopped kicking, pointed to the remote control of the electric shock collar on the sofa, and warned, "If you dare to dodge again, you know the consequences, right?"

Wei Qi nodded fearfully. Wu Xiaohan then climbed onto Wei Qi's body again and began stomping around. Under her weight, her heels dug into Wei Qi's already thin frame. Deep red bruises remained wherever her heels landed.

"That's good, Master's good blanket..." she praised Wei Qi, looking down at him. Wei Qi frowned, struggling to bear Wu Xiaohan's weight.

Finally, she jumped again, her heel landing squarely on Wei Qi's nipple—blood seeped from it. Wei Qi screamed, but still held back. Wu Xiaohan saw the blood but remained unmoved, jumping a few more times. Wei Qi gritted his teeth, painfully enduring the pain, but I saw tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, flowing onto the floor.

Wu Xiaohan was truly a demon—she continued to trample on his blanket with unbridled cruelty, showing not a shred of pity.

Finally, Wu Xiaohan began jumping on him again—this time she seemed to jump even higher. After two or three jumps, one of her heels landed and poked the nipple that had been stepped on earlier. He almost instinctively turned around, and this time Wu Xiaohan really fell, thankfully managing to grab onto another wall to avoid a complete collapse.

His poor nipple looked like a bloody mess. But Wu Xiaohan didn't forgive him for this; instead, she picked up the electric shock remote as promised.

Wei Qi shook his head desperately, repeating "Please, Master" in a tearful voice.

Wu Xiaohan pressed the button again—Wei Qi seemed to choke for a moment, immediately stopping his voice and arching his body. When Wu Xiaohan released the button, Wei Qi collapsed heavily to the ground, letting out a mournful wail, his whole body trembling as he cried out. Wu Xiaohan pressed the button again, and Wei Qi's veins bulged and his body arched again; only when Wu Xiaohan released the button did he convulse and cry out again—that hoarse cry was heartbreaking to hear.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, I said, "Senior Xiaohan, why don't you let him go... he didn't do it on purpose..."

She coldly replied, "You promised you wouldn't interfere with our training."

I didn't know how to answer, "I just saw how miserable he was... I'm afraid his body can't take it."

Wu Xiaohan lowered her head and said to Wei Qi, "You lowly dog, tell him who's in charge here."

Wei Qi said with a sob, "I'll do whatever my master says. My master can punish me however he wants."

"What should you say to your master after what he just did to you?"

"Thank you, master." Wei Qi's voice was still choked with sobs.

"Good boy, get up and kowtow to your master twice to express your gratitude."

I was shocked—Wei Qi was so obedient to his master, so humble. The demon before him only wanted to torture and torment him inhumanely.

Wu Xiaohan finally made Wei Qi lie down and removed the needles—during the removal, Wei Qi bled profusely from his lower body. Fortunately, he kept a piece of gauze to stop the bleeding, which helped him get through it.

By the time all this was over, it was already past ten o'clock at night. Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi to take his towel, toothbrush, and other belongings, and then made him crawl back to the toilet. Wu Xiaohan then found a thick iron chain about a meter long, locked one end to the collar around Wei Qi's neck, and the other end to the water pipe of the flush tank. This way, Wei Qi could only stay near the squat toilet, at most reaching the lower sink, and couldn't possibly climb to the door. However, this design allowed Wei Qi to freely use the toilet or brush his teeth and wash his face at the sink, which was quite reasonable.

Wu Xiaohan spat on the ground: "Okay, doggy, this is your master's goodnight kiss, lick it clean."

Wei Qi crawled over contentedly, lowered his head, and stuck out his tongue to lick it. But the chain was too short, and Wei Qi still couldn't reach it.

It seemed that Wu Xiaohan had clearly planned this. She began her insults again: "You wretched dog, so eager for your master's saliva? Too bad you still can't get any, tsk tsk, how pathetic."

She wiped the saliva she had spat on the ground with the sole of her shoe and held it to Wei Qi's feet: "Alright, here you go lick it, look how pitiful you are."

Wei Qi eagerly stuck out his tongue and licked the saliva off Wu Xiaohan's shoe sole.

Wu Xiaohan gently tossed the keychain that had locked Wei Qi to the door of the toilet—Wei Qi could see it, but couldn't touch it.

Then she and I walked out of the toilet, closed the door and the light—and thus, it was pitch black inside.

After saying goodbye to Wei Qi, Wu Xiaohan immediately regained her gentle demeanor and asked me, "Are you going back to school tonight?"

At that moment, all I wanted was to go back to school and sort out my feelings, so I replied, "Yes. Maybe I should go now."

She then walked me downstairs and said, "Tomorrow morning, be here around 7:40 and call me to wake me up. That way, you can film the whole process of me waking him up, haha."

"Senior Xiaohan… I don't have your phone number yet."

"Oh, then write it down." Wu Xiaohan gave me her current number.

"Okay. I'm leaving now, I'll come back tomorrow morning. Goodbye, Senior Xiaohan."

I then left the residential area and took a taxi back to school. The journey wasn't far, so the taxi fare was less than thirty yuan.

Back at school, lying in bed, I still couldn't calm down for a long time. I never imagined that Wei Qi would be such a heavy-taste masochist—and so despicable when doing masochism. I also never imagined that his dominant would be Wu Xiaohan—I never even thought I would see Wu Xiaohan again in this life. Yes, it is really lucky to see Wu Xiaohan again. Seeing her living so comfortably on her own now, I am actually a little glad that I was not with her back then—after all, we are from two different worlds, and I could never be worthy of her.

[1] Locked collars can be easily bought, see this picture.

[2] Search for "electric shock collar" on Taobao to find similar products, see this picture. With a little modification, it can be installed on a metal collar.

[3] Stainless steel padlocks for piercing can be bought on Taobao, see this picture.

[4] See this diagram for inserting a needle through the gap of the chastity lock.

On Wednesday morning, July 12

, I got up at around 6 a.m. and took the bus to Songtao Yalu. It was 7:25 when I arrived at her door. I waited anxiously at the door for 15 minutes. At the agreed time of 7:40, I called Wu Xiaohan as agreed.

"Senior Xiaohan, I'm at your door."

"Oh, I know," she said lazily, "I'll get up and open the door for you."

Not long after she hung up the phone, she came to open the door for me wearing pink pajamas and slippers, her hair still a little messy—the most beautiful "girl next door". When I went inside to prepare the camera, she went into the bedroom to wash up and change clothes—when she came out, she was wearing a shirt and skirt, but still had her shoes on.

She opened the bathroom door, and the light immediately woke Wei Qi. Wei Qi quickly got up and crawled towards Wu Xiaohan, but he didn't realize that his neck was chained, and he couldn't go any further after taking two steps.

Wu Xiaohan said to him, "Master is up—you should get up too. Master needs to go to the bathroom, so you can experience Master peeing again." She took a blindfold from behind the door, squatted down, and covered Wei Qi's eyes.

I walked out of the toilet and heard her ask, "Master's morning urine smells so strong, do you want to drink it?"

Wei Qi replied, "Yes, I do."

"You must be very thirsty too, right?"

"Yes."

"You behaved so badly yesterday, why should you drink Master's holy water? Come on, just listen..." So she urinated directly into the latrine, saying, "See, you don't even deserve to drink Master's holy water, this latrine is better, even this latrine can get Master's holy water..."

A few seconds after she finished urinating, Wu Xiaohan called to me, "Xu Yangdong, come in."

I opened the door and went in, and saw that Wei Qi's blindfold had been removed, and the embarrassment he had just experienced made his face turn red, and even made him feel aroused. His penis, bound by the chastity lock, was swollen and bruised after yesterday's abuse, a patchwork of purple and blue. With even a slight erection, it swelled so much it was unrecognizable.

Wu Xiaohan, still holding the toilet paper she had used to wipe after urinating, said to Wei Qi, "Want to lick Master's toilet paper?"

Wei Qi seemed excited and said, "Yes."

"Look at the yellow urine stains on it, aren't you particularly eager?"

"Yes..."

"Beg me," Wu Xiaohan said softly, her voice seductive.

"Please, Master... let me lick your toilet paper, okay? I really want to..."

"Okay, okay, here you go~ Come on, lick it lightly first." Wu Xiaohan held the paper to Wei Qi's mouth.

After Wei Qi licked it with his tongue, Wu Xiaohan asked again, "How is it? Do you like the taste?"

"I like it," Wei Qi said, his penis already so hard it was about to burst the chastity belt.

"You just let me lick the toilet paper that wiped my body, doesn't that mean you indirectly licked my genitals? You're really getting off easy."

"Thank you, Master... thank you, Master..."

"Alright, if you like it, keep it in your mouth and savor it." Wu Xiaohan said, stuffing the toilet paper into Wei Qi's mouth.

Wu Xiaohan looked up at me and asked, "Xu Yangdong, have you ever seen a man as despicable as him?"

"No," I shook my head.

"Sigh, how come some people just don't want to be human? They can be so despicable. At least you knew how to pursue me openly, but what about him? He only wanted to be my toilet paper. Sigh—I feel disgusted just looking at such a despicable thing."

I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say.

Wu Xiaohan came out of the bathroom, took out a bag of dog food from the cabinet, poured it into the dog food bowl, added a lot of water, and then put it in front of Wei Qi: "This is your food and water for today. Master has to go to work, be a good boy. Master will play with you when he comes home tonight." " Yes,

Master. I will definitely wait for you obediently."

"Oh, right... you must really want to change Master's shoes, right?"

Wei Qi nodded gratefully: "Yes, yes." Wu Xiaohan had obviously grasped Wei Qi's desire.

But Wu Xiaohan coldly replied, "Perform well, and I'll give you this opportunity later. Right now, you're not worthy."

Wu Xiaohan coldly closed the door. She walked to the door, bent down to change into high heels, grabbed her bag, and came downstairs with me.

"I'm driving to work, how about I give you a ride to school?"

"Ah... I can take the bus myself."

"No need, it's only a ten-minute detour. Come on."

I had assumed Wu Xiaohan would drive a luxury car that girls like, but her car was a Dodge Charles. I'd never seen this muscle car in China before, and I couldn't imagine that the owner was such a gentle girl. Wu Xiaohan is truly unfathomable.

On the way back to school, we chatted for a bit, and I learned that after returning to China, she found a job at a foreign insurance company. The income was quite good, and although the work pressure was considerable, she didn't often work overtime.

I still managed to ask her, "So... could you tell me how you got into BDSM?" "

Uh... to make a long story short, you remember my boyfriend from my junior year of college? He was a masochist. Then, when I was abroad, he came to visit me, and we went to a play party together. I saw a lot of new things to do and met several men who wanted to be my sub. After breaking up with him, I was under a lot of pressure, so I actually arranged a few sessions of BDSM. I later discovered that I quite enjoyed seeing how much I could torture others."

"Oh... but you were really cruel to Wei Qi. I didn't expect you could be so ruthless."

"I'm usually very gentle, and I was quite gentle to you before. The reason why I was so cruel to him was just to satisfy him. To do s, you have to have the consciousness to do s."

"Well, that seems to be the truth. But why do I feel that you are deliberately avoiding many projects? You didn't let him drink urine or change your shoes or anything like that this morning."

"Yes, you should have noticed that I deliberately teased him and made him want it, and then I refused. Only in this way can he be more eager to be abused by me. The same principle is not allowed to unlock him or let him out of the toilet for two days. On the one hand, it makes him more eager, and on the other hand, it completely shatters his personality." Wu Xiaohan said these words very calmly, as if Wei Qi was just a tool to achieve her training goals.

"Senior Xiaohan is really amazing," I complimented.

"I'm still trying too. But from now on, when I'm torturing him, you're not allowed to show him any sympathy. Everything is what he wants. If you stop me, he'll only be left unsatisfied."

"Okay, I understand."

When we arrived at school, she told me to get out of the car, saying she would be eating out that evening and I should wait for her near her house around 8:30.

At 7:30, after finishing dinner at the school cafeteria, I went to wait for Wu Xiaohan at her house as promised. When

Wu Xiaohan returned home and saw me already waiting at her door, she asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long, just over ten minutes," I didn't tell the truth.

She opened the door, and we went inside. She didn't change her shoes but went straight to the bathroom and opened the door. Wei Qi, who had been slumped on the floor, was overjoyed to see again.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to climb onto the shoe cabinet in front of the door, carry her slippers to the sofa, and help her change her shoes.

She returned to the sofa and sat down, while Wei Qi laboriously climbed to the door, carried Wu Xiaohan's slippers to the sofa. [Share Share Collect Collect fb Share Facebook I think Czech Forum ← Thank you for your affirmation, we will work harder. Reply ptc077 Prince of Wales 7 hours ago 2nd floor I only just noticed that Wu Xiaohan's so-called "slippers" were actually black leather, completely covering her toes and the front half of her feet. It wasn't until later that I learned that these shoes should more accurately be called "mules".]

Wu Xiaohan commanded Wei Qi, "I've been out all day. Lick my shoes clean first."

Wei Qi obediently knelt down and began licking the soles of Wu Xiaohan's shoes with his tongue. Wu Xiaohan commanded Wei Qi, "Your dirty tongue isn't allowed to touch the surface of my shoes, understand?"

Wei Qi replied, "Understood, Master." Then he continued licking. His tongue rubbed back and forth on the soles of Wu Xiaohan's black high heels again and again, showing no signs of fatigue.

After a while, Wu Xiaohan switched sides and let Wei Qi continue licking. When he had licked them almost clean, she commanded Wei Qi, "Stick out your tongue and let me see."

The tip of Wei Qi's tongue was almost black; it seemed he had indeed licked off a lot of dust with great effort.

She was finally satisfied: "Okay, take off my shoes. Same as always."

Wei Qi understood and grabbed her heel, taking off her shoe. Wu Xiaohan cooperated by switching feet so Wei Qi could take off his shoe.

Wu Xiaohan was wearing a pair of flesh-colored boat socks, which delicately covered her slender toes, allowing people to see the beautiful outline of her toes, but not a trace of the color underneath.

Wu Xiaohan stretched her foot to Wei Qi's mouth: "You lowly dog, do you want to lick your master's feet?"

"Yes."

"No licking. Smell them and remember the scent of your master's feet."

"Mmm."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it smells so good."

"Very good. Remember, you don't even have the right to lick socks now, you're only fit to lick your master's shoe soles. But if you behave well, your master will consider rewarding you with socks."

"Mmm."

"Look at you, you get hard again just from smelling your master's feet. Why are you so thirsty?"

"I'm...sorry...master..."

"You're still hard even with the lock on, don't you feel any pain?"

"It hurts a little. Then...when can your master unlock my lock?"

"What do you take your master for? A prostitute? Did you come here to have an orgasm?" Wu Xiaohan said fiercely, but it was clear she was only pretending to be angry.

"I'm sorry, master, I was wrong."

"Now, you only deserve to be locked up. Of course, if you behave well, your master will consider it. But if you make such a request again, your master will never unlock you in this lifetime. Okay, go put your master's high heels on the shoe rack."

Wei Qi obediently picked up the shoes with his mouth and crawled towards the shoe rack. Wu Xiaohan got up, went to the bathroom to get a food bowl, poured in a bowl of dog food, added some water, and handed it to Wei Qi: "Eat more, you're in for a tough time tonight."

Wei Qi lay on the sofa eating; Wu Xiaohan placed her feet on Wei Qi's head and continued working on her laptop. Poor Wei Qi dared not move, unable to lift or even tilt the food bowl, so she could only laboriously use her tongue to scoop the dog food into her mouth—just like a dog.

After finishing, Wei Qi remained motionless until a few minutes later, when Wu Xiaohan lazily asked, "Finished eating?"

Wei Qi softly replied, "Mmm." Wu Xiaohan did not respond.

After a while, Wu Xiaohan put down her laptop, got up, and led us to a private training room inside. The most striking feature of the training room was a wooden frame taller than a person, a bed with only a board and no bedding, and many cabinets; it didn't seem like the training room I remembered, filled with shackles, chains, and whips.

Wu Xiaohan made Wei Qi climb under the square wooden frame. She then opened a cabinet—and I saw that the shackles and whips were placed inside. Probably to prevent dust accumulation—after all, she didn't use these things often.

She took out two iron rings with chains and handcuffed them to his hands. Then she placed a small stool directly under the wooden frame and commanded, "Stand on the stool... Oh, right, your feet are shackled. So stand on your tiptoes."

When he stood up, I noticed that his knees were slightly chafed from kneeling.

Wu Xiaohan stepped onto a higher stool and fastened the chains binding his hands to the upper left and right corners of the wooden frame. Thus, Wei Qi stood in a "Y" shape, unable to move his hands.

She removed the stool from Wei Qi's feet. Wei Qi was now dangling from the ground, suspended only by the iron rings on his hands. She then took out two ankle rings and fixed his ankles to the lower left and lower right corners of the wooden frame, respectively. In this way, Wei Qi was tied up in an "X" shape and had no way to escape [1]. Wei Qi was suspended in the air, anxiously waiting for Wu Xiaohan's next torture.

Wu Xiaohan took out a rattan cane and gently stroked Wei Qi's back with the tip of the cane, saying, "Before, I hit other people's buttocks, I hit other people's thighs, I hit other people's backs; but I decided to give you the most special one. Do you know what it is?"

"No... I don't know."

She replied, "I will make every inch of your body below the neck ripped open, from neck to toe." As she spoke, she gently stroked Wei Qi's body with the rattan cane. Wei Qi was a little scared, but he didn't say anything.

Wu Xiaohan continued, "Just count for me. Let's start with 1000 hits, and if that's not enough, we'll talk about it later."

She stood behind Wei Qi and started with his buttocks. The rattan cane whistled through the air before landing heavily on Wei Qi's bottom. Wei Qi immediately trembled all over, struggling and shouting "One!"

Wu Xiaohan took a half step back, swinging the rattan cane even higher, and struck his other buttocks hard. Wei Qi shouted "Two!" briefly before breathing heavily. Two deep red welts were already visible on his buttocks.

Wu Xiaohan remained calm and struck him more than ten more times. Blood spots began to appear on his buttocks. He began to beg for mercy: "Please, Master, please, let me rest for a while before continuing."

Begging was useless. Wu Xiaohan increased her speed, striking him several more times in succession. Poor Wei Qi twisted and turned, trying to break free of his bonds. But his struggles were completely futile.

When Wei Qi counted to "twenty-seven," he began to beg again: "Please, Master... spare my life... I really can't take it anymore... I really can't..." Before he could finish speaking, he was hit twice more.

Wu Xiaohan reminded him: "Did you forget to count those hits? If you didn't count, then it doesn't count."

Wei Qi had to start counting again from twenty-eight. After hitting him a few more times, Wu Xiaohan promised Wei Qi: "Alright, you can rest after fifty. I need to rest for a while too."

So Wei Qi held his body and endured until the fiftieth hit, then let out a long sigh, his whole body slumped backward, only managing to stay upright because he was being held up by the rope.

He was drenched in sweat, which mingled with blood and streamed down his buttocks and thighs. Wu Xiaohan rested for a few minutes, then retrieved a thicker rattan cane from the cabinet, explaining, "This cane is thicker, but the skin has been peeled off, leaving only the core. This way, it won't bleed as easily, but it will hurt more. Before, it only injured the skin; now it's the flesh."

She walked behind Wei Qi, and as soon as she swung the cane, Wei Qi suddenly twisted to the side, trying to dodge. This was obviously impossible. The cane struck his buttocks squarely. He cried out "Ah!" and quickly added, "Fifty-one!"

Wu Xiaohan then began the continuous whipping. With each lash, Wei Qi instinctively arched his body forward, then twisted and struggled. By the time he reached seventy-something, blood had already flowed to his ankles, and his buttocks were a bloody mess.

Wu Xiaohan slowed down slightly. Wei Qi counted as he begged, "Seventy-nine—please let me go—eighty—it really hurts too much—eighty-one—I really won't—eighty-two…" Wu Xiaohan remained completely unmoved.

On the ninetieth lash, Wu Xiaohan finally promised to let him rest after the 100th lash, and then rest every 50 lashes thereafter.

When Wu Xiaohan stopped after the 100th lash, Wei Qi was exhausted and his face was flushed. His buttocks were a pitiful sight—truly a bloody mess, just a patch of red and torn skin. Even having watched some SM porn featuring whipping, I had never seen such brutal whipping.

Wu Xiaohan sat down and looked at her phone for a few minutes, then walked over to Wei Qi and gently stroked his face: "Keep going, we've only just begun. Hang in there, you're the best." Wei Qi nodded.

She picked up the whip and began her attack on Wei Qi's thighs. When Wei Qi counted, he didn't say the complete three digits, only the last two. These 50 lashes seemed even more unbearable for Wei Qi—perhaps because his buttocks were thicker and less vulnerable than his thighs. Perhaps because of the different locations, although Wei Qi looked to be in more pain, his poor thighs, covered in welts, didn't bleed.

Wei Qi had accepted the "begging for mercy is useless" mentality, gritting his teeth and trying to endure the 50 lashes, but he still couldn't help but groan. He stopped writhing constantly, but every few lashes, one would still make him involuntarily twist his body.

He endured the last few lashes, his whole body trembling. Finally, he made it to 150 lashes.

After resting for a while, Wu Xiaohan switched to the thinner, skinned rattan cane and continued to whip the front of his thighs. This time, he endured it with great difficulty, almost trembling, but he didn't beg for mercy again. After fifty lashes, several spots on the front of his thighs began to bleed.

Wu Xiaohan then turned to the back of his thighs. This time, Wu Xiaohan used a thick, unpeeled rattan cane. With the first lash, Wei Qi gasped for breath, forcing out a "one" through his teeth. By the thirtieth or so lash, blood began to seep out, and Wei Qi began to writhe again. On the fiftieth lash, Wei Qi let out a long sigh, but Wu Xiaohan didn't stop, continuing to lash him forcefully.

Wei Qi cried out, "Didn't we agree that I'd rest for a while after fifty lashes?"

Wu Xiaohan stopped and explained, "The only agreement was that I'm in charge. If I don't want to rest, you have to endure it."

The continuous whipping completely broke Wei Qi. He burst into tears. But Wu Xiaohan didn't stop; instead, she continued to beat him until his thighs were a bloody mess...

By the 290th or so lashes, Wei Qi was trembling and crying, pleading between lashes, "Master, please, please let me go... Just a minute... I really can't take it anymore..." Even

at the 300th lash, Wu Xiaohan didn't stop. Poor Wei Qi's cries grew fainter and fainter, only managing a labored count. Wu Xiaohan then complained, "Count louder, I can't hear you." Wei Qi could only shout out, "Seventeen," and then endure the inhuman torture in despair.

On the 332nd lash, Wu Xiaohan finally stopped, wiping the tears from Wei Qi's face with her finger: "Have you cried enough? It's best if you cry until your tears are dry, because you'll have more to suffer next."

After resting for a while, Wu Xiaohan got up. At this moment, Wei Qi trembled at the mere sound of Wu Xiaohan getting up. Wu Xiaohan began to whip his calves, and as always, he trembled and tried to dodge, but to no avail. His poor calves endured dozens of lashes, a total of four hundred lashes, before Wu Xiaohan stopped.

Wu Xiaohan was clearly tired. So, she switched to her left hand to whip Wei Qi's back. The force of her left hand was slightly less, and Wei Qi seemed to be in less pain than before. But his back was still covered in reddish-purple welts, from which a lot of blood had seeped out. Five hundred lashes had been delivered, and Wei Qi was drenched in sweat, making him appear quite shiny; even the crimson welts gleamed.

During a break, Wei Qi pleaded, "Can I have some water? I'm so thirsty..." Indeed, after sweating so much, it was almost impossible for him not to be thirsty.

Wu Xiaohan replied dismissively, "Who told you to cry just now and cry all the water away?" Despite her words, she still asked me to fetch some water from Wei Qi's bowl.

After I returned with the water, Wu Xiaohan picked it up and fed it to Wei Qi. Wei Qi greedily drank it all in one gulp, and then said, "Thank you, Master... Thank you, Master, for being so good to me."

"Master's hands are tired too, how about we play something else and continue later?"

"Hmm."

Wu Xiaohan gently stroked Wei Qi's testicles with her hand. His testicles, which had been punctured yesterday, were still swollen.

"Does your testicle still hurt?" Wu Xiaohan asked.

"A little."

"Have you heard that after a needle is inserted, it's best not to use kicking or other blunt force to abuse the testicles for a while, otherwise the wound might tear and cause damage to the testicles... [2] "

Hmm, I've heard of it."

"So... do you know what Master is going to do?"

Wei Qi understood what Wu Xiaohan meant, but dared not speak.

Wu Xiaohan took two steps back, raised her leg backward, and then kicked forward with all her might, striking Wei Qi's testicles with her slipper-clad foot. Wei Qi was suspended in the air, so his hips weren't low, but Wu Xiaohan's flexibility was clearly excellent; even with her leg raised high, she remained as stable as a mountain. However, when she raised her leg, her skirt was completely exposed.

Wei Qi had no time to appreciate Wu Xiaohan's skirt. He screamed, his knees buckling so badly they rattled the chains.

Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's testicles several more times. Wei Qi struggled helplessly, pleading, "Please let me go... Master... my balls are really going to break..."

Wu Xiaohan said, "I didn't use much force! You're wearing a chastity lock, so if I kicked hard, it would hurt my instep. That's why I kicked so lightly."

She kicked twice more and then stopped. "That's enough, I won't kick anymore. The blood from your thigh has smeared all over my shoes. In a few days, when I get a pair of stiffer shoes, I'll kick your balls properly and let you truly experience what it means to have your balls crushed."

Wu Xiaohan picked up the rattan cane again and returned to whipping. Wei Qi's back received another hundred lashes—perhaps because his already riddled balls had endured Wu Xiaohan's inhumane kicks and beatings, the pain was so intense that the whippings didn't seem so painful anymore. However, even without the pain, Wei Qi's back was still covered with numerous bruises.

After a short rest following the hundred lashes, Wu Xiaohan walked up to Wei Qi and gently, even somewhat suggestively, stroked his chest with her hand: "Now, only the front of your body remains. Keep it up!"

"Mmm."

"Master really wants to leave a mark on every inch of your body. This is all Master's care for you. Look, Master's hands are tired from whipping you."

"Mmm. Master, you've worked hard," Wei Qi said warmly, "Thank you, Master."

Wu Xiaohan then began whipping his chest and abdomen. Wei Qi tensed his abdominal muscles, trying to absorb some of the pain, but it seemed to be of little use. He continued to struggle terrifyingly, but Wu Xiaohan continued to create her masterpiece.

This time, Wu Xiaohan did not stop at the 50th lash, nor at the 100th lash—Wei Qi once again began to tremble and beg for mercy. Wu Xiaohan didn't even stop at the 150th lash—Wei Qi's whole body convulsed, and tears streamed down his face again. Wu Xiaohan continued lashing him for the 202nd lash before, as if suddenly remembering something, saying, "Oh, I've lashed him 200 times? I'll rest for a while." Then she stopped.

Given Wu Xiaohan's keen observation, it's impossible she wasn't aware she had struck him so many times. I think she deliberately wanted to show her disdain for Wei Qi's pain and intentionally torment him.

Wei Qi trembled all over, crying silently, a heartbreaking sight.

During Wu Xiaohan's rest, Wei Qi finally stopped crying. Wu Xiaohan picked up the cane and continued from the 803rd lash. This time, she no longer pursued speed, but instead brought every strike to its fullest, changing the location of each lash, striking him all over his body. The blood that had dripped onto the ground earlier had dried somewhat, but now fresh blood was dripping onto it

again. Each lash caused him to convulse in excruciating pain. Except for his head, arms, and hands, there wasn't an inch of skin left intact—all were red and swollen, even seeping with blood. His eyes had become lifeless, no longer displaying any pleasure, excitement, or fear. When the whipping reached his legs, they would still tremble involuntarily from the pain, but he no longer screamed. His intermittent screams and pleas for mercy had made his voice hoarse as he counted. At the nine hundredth lash, Wu Xiaohan stopped and announced—it would truly end at the thousandth.

By the last hundred lashes, the wounds on his calves were no longer visible—they were completely covered by the blood flowing from his thighs. His eyes were tightly closed, his breathing convulsing, and the spasms in his body lessened with each lash. Finally, the thousandth lash arrived—Wu Xiaohan dropped the whip, collapsing into a chair, seemingly relieved. Unable to continue, she asked me to put Wei Qi down. I first unchained his feet, letting him step onto the bench, and then removed the anklets from his ankles; finally, I stood on the chair to remove the chains from his hands. At this moment, Wu Xiaohan also stood up and walked around the wooden frame once, admiring her masterpiece one last time.

Wei Qi got off the chair, collapsed to the ground, and tears streamed down his face again—only this time he didn't make a sound.

Wu Xiaohan squatted down in front of him, stroking Wei Qi's head affectionately like she was petting her pet, and said gently, "You've worked so hard. It must have hurt a lot. I won't torture you tonight, okay? Don't cry."

Wei Qi nodded obediently, but the tears didn't stop. Wu Xiaohan then made Wei Qi open his mouth and spat into it: "Here, are you thirsty? Here's your master's saliva for you to drink, be good."

At this moment, Wei Qi finally cried out again. Wu Xiaohan asked him, "What's wrong? Don't you like Master's saliva?"

Wei Qi shook his head, "No... just... thank you Master for being so good to me. Master's saliva... is really sweet. Master, you've worked hard today."

Wu Xiaohan patted Wei Qi's head, her voice even carrying a hint of doting, "Okay, good dog, lie down and rest for a while. Be careful not to rub your wound."

Wei Qi nodded quietly. Wu Xiaohan looked up at me and said, "Xu Yangdong, if you want to go back, you should go first. It's getting late. You can come back tomorrow morning."

So I said goodbye to them and turned to leave.

[1] The effect is shown in the picture (the picture shows a female victim).

[2] This is indeed a widely circulated saying on the Internet, and it has been mentioned in many forums. Some even pointed out that one should be careful not to puncture the testicles for two weeks after the procedure. On

Thursday morning, July 13th

, I went to Wu Xiaohan's house as usual. She opened the door for me as usual, then went to open Wei Qi's door. The difference was that today she didn't cover Wei Qi's eyes with an eye mask behind the door. I offered her the eye mask, but she didn't take it: "It's okay, you two can look if you want, you'll see sooner or later."

She squatted in the bathroom, lifted her short skirt, revealing pure white lace-trimmed panties—I never imagined that one day I would be able to see under my goddess's skirt. If I had to describe this scene with a title, it could only be—"Amazing Grace." Just one glance at her spotless panties made my mind wander, and I felt a surge of desire. She quickly and gently removed her panties, revealing the girl's most sacred place—the delicate pink bud hidden beneath her pubic hair, untouched by any worldly dust. As I watched, a thin stream of urine finally trickled from the depths of her sacred realm. Morning urine is naturally a deep yellow. This time, Wei Qi still didn't drink the holy water, but he no longer just imagined it through sounds; he watched it fall into the toilet bowl right beside him. After Wu Xiaohan finished urinating, she, as usual, placed the toilet paper used to wipe his urine near his mouth. After he licked it a couple of times, she put it back in his mouth for him to savor.

Watching this somewhat erotic scene, I was stunned. It took me two seconds to react even after Wu Xiaohan asked me to get Wei Qi's food bowl and fill it with dog food and water. After I returned with the dog food, Wu Xiaohan closed the door and turned off the light, plunging Wei Qi into despairing darkness.

Today, Wu Xiaohan changed into a pair of white flat shoes and went out with me, and as usual, took me to school.

On the way, she asked me, "Last night, did you think I was too inhumane?"

Hearing Wu Xiaohan use such a word to describe herself, I was a little surprised. I could only reply, "It's much heavier than I imagined... But why would you use a word like 'inhumane'?"

She said, "Towards the end, I actually couldn't bear it anymore—I couldn't bear it when he cried the second time. And my hands were really sore. But, you can't just give up halfway through something like this. What would I do for the next few days if I gave up halfway?"

"Yeah, that's true," I agreed.

Yes, Wu Xiaohan is, after all, just an ordinary girl. Based on my observation and understanding of her, it's impossible for her to be truly cruel from the bottom of her heart. It's just that, just like how she studied hard since she was little and was a top student for more than ten years, she won't easily give up on things she's set her mind to.

She dropped me off at school and said, "How about we have dinner together tonight? I think you asked me out to dinner once when we were in college, but we never managed to."

"Really?" I was overjoyed.

"Of course! You choose the place and send it to me on your phone. 7:15 PM. It's a deal."

I chose a Southern Italian restaurant near the school and left the lab around 6 PM to wait for her there. She arrived on time. We both looked exactly like college students—except she had a rather expensive-looking handbag, though I didn't know what brand it was. When she sat across from me, it still felt a little unreal. After all, she was my goddess from years ago; meeting her again was a miracle, let alone having dinner alone together. I was incredibly grateful to Wei Qi.

We ordered two appetizers and one main course each. She even ordered a limecello. Of course, I couldn't drink, since someone had to drive her home.

She told me about her breakup with that guy—after she went abroad, they gradually lost contact. Although he came to see her once, he couldn't always be by her side. Later, they had a fight on the phone and didn't contact each other for a month, and she finally broke up with him. She hasn't dated anyone since, focusing on her work. The house she lives in now was bought by her family many years ago. She returned to China to work for two and a half years, saving money to renovate her music room and buy a car.

I asked her how extensive her SM experience was, but she said that after the studio was renovated, she had only met two submissives, and had also met one abroad before. In total—even including Wei Qi and her ex-boyfriend—that's five. Five is more than the total number of girls in all my contact lists. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel inferior.

Out of curiosity, I pressed on, "So... why did you choose Wei Qi? You must have had quite a few male subs contacting you online, right?"

"Yes, quite a few. For a while, people were adding me every day. Actually, I only arranged to meet him because I knew he was a junior from my school. Many of the male subs who messaged me were really low-class, and I figured the students at our school couldn't be that bad."

"Oh, right. Quite a few people must have tried to seduce you. So that's why you charge?"

"I charge to filter out some... uh... politically incorrect people, some from the lower rungs of society, people I can't possibly communicate with. But there's also a problem: some subs, when they hear I charge, assume I'm a professional female s—the kind of woman who'd let someone lick her feet for a few hundred dollars."

"Hmm, it seems there are a lot of those paid female S's who offer all sorts of services."

"A few hundred dollars to have someone lick your feet, isn't that selling your body? What's the difference between that and prostitution? Every time someone mistakes me for one of those so-called female S's, I feel utterly disgusted. So from the beginning, I made it very clear: no matter how much they pay, ten thousand or a million, don't even think about getting close to my body, including my feet. If you really have a foot fetish, just lick the soles of my shoes; my feet are not for me to touch."

"Hmm, that certainly filters out some disgusting people." "

Yes. I also have a strict rule: no submissive can ejaculate here, and I won't give them footjobs or shoejobs. I'm not a prostitute; I don't act as a S to give submissives orgasms."

"So you really are... uh... pure."

"Then some 'ms' saw these two rules and said I was pretentious, and even said I 'don't know my place, really think I'm a goddess,' all sorts of nasty things, it's really baffling. But there are also a few who are willing to meet me, including Wei Qi."

"So you're that sure?"

"No. I didn't want to be misunderstood, so I didn't charge him a penny. But I gave him some tasks to complete and then film them and send to me as his first test. Of course, he wasn't entirely at ease with me either. After all, there are so many self-proclaimed female S scammers or prostitutes, and he was worried that I was either a money-scammer or someone who would mess around. So we chatted for a while, then met up and talked again, and finally tried SM once, including licking shoes and trampling, and then we started to trust each other." "

But you were still worried, and you said you wanted to lock him in a chastity lock to test him."

"Yes, partly to test him, and partly to let him accumulate submissiveness and sexual desire, so I had him locked up for three months."

Wu Xiaohan is indeed different from others. As her submissive, I wasn't even allowed to touch her feet—though, it seemed, this was how a submissive should be.

After chatting and eating, it was time to go home. I was quite satisfied with eating with her—I even insisted on paying for the meal first. Afterwards, I drove her car and we went back to her house together. Just like yesterday, she opened the door, unchained Wei Qi, and let him crawl to the sofa.

Wei Qi's entire body was covered in whip marks from the previous night. Every welt was bright red and swollen; some had purplish-blue bruises underneath. His whole body was a purplish-red, a truly shocking sight.

She first poured dog food for Wei Qi: "Hey, you know what? Xu Yangdong treated me to Italian food tonight. But you can only keep eating dog food. There's no other way, dogs can only eat dog food."

After feeding him, she asked Wei Qi, "Your lower body should be mostly healed by now, right? Why don't you continue playing with it, haha."

Wei Qi probably thought that this time he finally had a chance to unlock the chastity lock that had been locked for several months, but Wu Xiaohan immediately and bluntly shattered his fantasy: "Of course, I won't let you unlock it."

She ordered Wei Qi to fetch the red high heels from the cabinet and change into them. Wei Qi gently climbed to the shoe cabinet and picked up Wu Xiaohan's high heels. On the way back to the sofa, the whip marks on his knees were even worn through, leaving a trail of blood.

Just like before, she made Wei Qi lick the soles of her white sneakers clean. After licking the dirty soles, she let Wei Qi take off her flat shoes. She once again stretched her feet to Wei Qi's mouth: "These are the same socks I wore yesterday. I usually change my socks every day, but now, to satisfy you, this pervert, I'm planning to wear the same pair for several days. Smell them, don't they smell better?"

Wei Qi sniffed Wu Xiaohan's boat socks and nodded. Wu Xiaohan said, "Be good, and I'll lick you. Now, change me into these high heels."

The red of the high heels was vibrant and pure, and the heels were higher and thinner than the black shoes she had worn a couple of days ago. The golden soles were clean, without any signs of wear—Wu Xiaohan probably didn't wear them out. Wei Qi held the heel in his mouth and placed the shoes in front of Wu Xiaohan, then carefully held the back of the shoe and put them on her.

She went into the training room, walked to a small wooden table in the corner, and made Wei Qi kneel with his genitals resting on the edge of the table. Then she stood on the table.

She inserted the heel into the gap of the chastity lock and then stomped on it. The poor penis had nowhere to escape from the chastity lock, forced to obediently endure the immense pressure of the weight pressing on the heel of the shoe. Wei Qi screamed in pain, his continuous "Ahhh!" cries almost piercing the walls; I almost suspected the entire building could hear them. Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot, and Wei Qi immediately collapsed to the ground in agony. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to put his genitals back down, and I then noticed a large dent in Wei Qi's penis from being stepped on. Wu Xiaohan said gently, "Does it hurt too much? Okay, then let me step on your testicles." She pressed the toe of her shoe against Wei Qi's testicles, slowly concentrating the pressure by rising on her tiptoes. Wei Qi gritted his teeth, groans constantly escaping from between them. As soon as she lifted her foot, she quickly stepped on his other testicle. Wei Qi tried his best to endure it, sweat pouring down his forehead.

At this moment, Wu Xiaohan raised her foot and stomped hard on Wei Qi's testicles with the tip of her shoe. He screamed in agony, instinctively trying to cover himself with his hands. But Wu Xiaohan commanded in an unyielding tone, "Take your hands away!" and stomped on them again. With another heart-wrenching scream from the poor Wei Qi, he involuntarily recoiled, pulling his genitals off the table.

Wu Xiaohan angrily commanded, "Put them back!"

Wei Qi shook his head desperately, saying, "Master... could you be gentler?"

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Yes, Master will be gentler." Only then did Wei Qi tremblingly put them back.

While saying, "Master, it's gentle, very gentle, I won't hurt you," Wu Xiaohan gently rubbed Wei Qi's testicles with the sole of her shoe—the movement was very gentle, perhaps it really did relieve Wei Qi's pain. But just as Wei Qi gradually relaxed his guard, Wu Xiaohan suddenly raised her foot and stomped down hard. Wei Qi screamed in pain and collapsed backward to the ground.

Wu Xiaohan was really angry this time. She went to the cabinet and took out a hammer and nails. She placed the nails at the base of one side of Wei Qi's scrotum, hammered them a few times, pierced through Wei Qi's scrotum, and nailed them to the table. Three nails in total, one on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right, secured Wei Qi's scrotum. The stinging pain of the nail piercing his scrotum seemed bearable—Wei Qi only groaned softly. Wu Xiaohan then ordered Wei Qi to place his hands on the corners of the table, and then used a nail to pierce the web between Wei Qi's thumbs and index fingers, pinning his hands to the table so he couldn't move them. As the nail pierced his hands, Wei Qi gritted his teeth and groaned softly.

Wu Xiaohan stood back on the table, satisfied—this time Wei Qi was a helpless lamb, with no way to escape. As Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot, she saw Wei Qi looking at her in terror, shaking his head repeatedly. She ignored him and stomped down hard. After a scream, there were obvious bruises and purple marks inside Wei Qi's scrotum. Wu Xiaohan stomped several times—poor Wei Qi screamed, trembled, and struggled helplessly. Finally, Wu Xiaohan stopped stomping and instead crossed her legs, using her full weight to press her testicles against the sole of her shoe, twisting them back and forth. Wei Qi's shrill screams were extremely distorted—his lips were even bitten until they bled.

Wu Xiaohan didn't stop, but asked Wei Qi, "What's wrong? Do you think your master is too heavy?"

"No, it's not..." Wei Qi answered breathlessly.

"Then why are you in so much pain?"

"It's because I'm too useless, too easily trampled." Wei Qi's voice was weak and trembling, almost crying.

"Hmm, so shouldn't you thank your master for training you like this?"

"Yes..." Wei Qi managed to squeeze out a few words in a distorted voice, "Thank you, master."

Wu Xiaohan finally got off Wei Qi's testicles. Before Wei Qi could even breathe a sigh of relief, Wu Xiaohan stomped on Wei Qi's already riddled testicles again. After a scream, Wei Qi weakly said, "Master... please... don't step on my balls... step on my penis instead."

"Oh?" Wu Xiaohan agreed, "Okay." She inserted her heel into the gap of the chastity lock again and pressed down with her full weight—and even twisted it for a while.

Wei Qi screamed in agony, struggling desperately—the only effect of which was torn at his own hands, causing the pierced wounds to bleed profusely.

Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot—blood was already seeping from the indentation she had left on Wei Qi's penis. Wei Qi had already closed his eyes, only shaking his head frantically. Wu Xiaohan slipped her foot through another gap in the chastity lock, stomping and twisting again. Wei Qi's body convulsed uncontrollably, tormented by unbearable pain.

Wu Xiaohan raised her foot again, preparing to insert it through the last gap in the chastity lock—Wei Qi pleaded again, "Master...please step on my testicles instead...stepping on my penis hurts too much..."

Wu Xiaohan said, "You're so fussy. You were the one who said you wanted to step on my penis. Now you want to go back to stepping on my testicles. Fine, as a merciful master, I'll grant your wish. Don't regret it this time."

Wu Xiaohan stomped hard on Wei Qi's testicles—Wei Qi screamed, barely enduring the pain. But Wu Xiaohan's second stomp wasn't with the sole, but with the heel. The heel slammed heavily onto his testicles, and Wei Qi finally couldn't bear the unprecedented pain. After a scream, he actually managed to pull his right hand off the table. The nail that had pierced his right hand was still stuck on the table, its head leaving a large hole. Blood was flowing continuously from the hole. But it was clear that even this intense pain was no match for the agony of his genitals being ravaged by the shoe heel. Seeing that Wei Qi didn't cover himself, Wu Xiaohan stomped hard on his other testicle with her heel. After a heart-wrenching scream, Wei Qi's upper body fell backward, his eyes rolling back.

Wu Xiaohan temporarily stopped the torture. After regaining some consciousness, Wei Qi pleaded, "I really can't stand having my testicles stomped on by the heel. Are my testicles already broken... Master, why don't you stomp on my penis instead?"

Wu Xiaohan didn't say anything, but simply got off the table and left the room. When she returned, she held the collar's remote control. She announced, "When Master stomps his penis, you want Master to stomp his balls; when Master stomps his balls, you want Master to stomp his penis. You keep tormenting him, trying to amuse him? Today, you'll see if Master doesn't electrocute you."

She pressed the shock button. Wei Qi's entire body tensed and began to convulse violently. She didn't immediately release the button, and Wei Qi's convulsions intensified. A few seconds later, the instant she released the button, Wei Qi's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed backward again, letting out a wailing sound. As he collapsed backward, the nails embedded in the base of his scrotum and the web of his left hand cruelly tore through his flesh once more.

Wu Xiaohan stood on the table again and warned Wei Qi, "If you say another word or try to hide again, I guarantee I'll shock you for two minutes next time. Understand?"

Wei Qi nodded fearfully. Wu Xiaohan jumped off the table and stomped her heel hard on Wei Qi's genitals. She jumped several times—each time the landing point was not precise. Sometimes she stomped on the very center of his poor penis, deeply piercing the corpus cavernosum; sometimes she hit the side of his penis, scraping the foreskin until it bled; sometimes she stepped on the empty space of his scrotum, making a crisp sound as she tapped the table, leaving a horrifying mark; sometimes she directly hit his fragile testicles, completely deforming them. The only thing in common was that every jump and stomp caused Wei Qi excruciating pain, making him cry out repeatedly.

Wu Xiaohan's stomp may have hit a vein in Wei Qi's penis, causing blood to gush out almost like a spurt. Wu Xiaohan finally decided to let Wei Qi go. She removed the nails from Wei Qi's body, stuffed gauze into Wei Qi's chastity lock to stop the bleeding, and then went back to the living room to sit alone.

After the pain subsided for a while, and the bleeding completely stopped, Wei Qi also crawled out. His testicles were swollen beyond recognition, and seemed to still be in pain—he gritted his teeth and gasped for breath with every step he took.

Seeing the bloodstains on the floor from Wei Qi's scraped knees, Wu Xiaohan said, "You should have licked the blood off the floor. But your saliva is quite dirty too. Here, I'll get you a wet wipe to hold in your mouth, and you can clean the floor for me."

She took a wet wipe from a drawer under the coffee table, stuffed it into Wei Qi's mouth, and ordered, "Wipe as you back away, that way you can wipe away any fresh bloodstains you made on the floor immediately. Finally, just back up to the toilet."

Wei Qi grabbed the rag and obediently knelt down to wipe the floor. As he painstakingly and slowly wiped the floor, Wu Xiaohan even asked me to show her the footage of her trampling on Wei Qi that I had just filmed, saying she wanted to see how she would look trampling on Wei Qi.

"Wow, I'm so cruel!" she exclaimed after watching the video.

"You're only just realizing that now!" I rolled my eyes at her. "Wei Qi must be in so much pain. You're practically a demon."

Wu Xiaohan gave me a disdainful look, then looked down at Wei Qi and said, "Good dog, do you think your master is a demon?"

Wei Qi, who was wiping the floor, put down the rag and answered, "Yes..."

Wu Xiaohan was clearly dissatisfied with this answer and questioned him in a threatening tone, "Huh? What did you say?"

"No," Wei Qi hurriedly explained, "I know my master isn't a demon, my master is very good to me... It's just that I like it when my master tortures me like a demon."

This answer once again shook me to my core. I never imagined that a submissive could be so despicable, so fond of masochism. Especially since this submissive was my roommate, with whom I spent every day.

Wu Xiaohan said to him with satisfaction, "Keep mopping the floor. Be good, and Master will be even more devilish towards you in the future."

These words also struck me deeply. In Wu Xiaohan's eyes, the more brutal torture of Wei Qi was actually a reward for him.

Even being tortured by the dominant was a reward from the dominant, and the submissive should be grateful beyond words—perhaps this is the protocol in an SM relationship.

After Wei Qi finished mopping the floor, he returned to the bathroom. Wu Xiaohan went in and tied him up. However, Wu Xiaohan needed to use the restroom. This time, Wu Xiaohan announced, "I need to poop. Of course, you can only watch."

She took off her pristine white underwear and squatted above Wei Qi. She urinated first—naturally, Wei Qi didn't get any. Soon, her anus began to open—to be honest, her anus was so pink and clean that it was impossible to associate it with the word "filth."

Feces began to come out of her pink anus—the stool wasn't particularly thick, and the color was a normal brown. The feces naturally smelled bad—I could smell it too, but thankfully it was bearable. Wei Qi stared intently at her feces until it fell into the toilet.

After defecating, she wiped her bottom clean with toilet paper, then held the paper to Wei Qi's mouth, saying, "This is Master's poop. It's very dirty and smelly. Do you want it?"

Wei Qi said, "Yes. I want it."

Wu Xiaohan shoved the paper directly into his mouth. He choked slightly and gagged.

Wu Xiaohan then made him open his mouth to eat a second sheet of toilet paper. This time, Wei Qi gagged again as soon as he closed his mouth.

Wu Xiaohan didn't give him any more sheets of toilet paper, only instructing him, "Spit it out when you've had enough. Swallowing paper is bad for your health."

Wei Qi nodded.

Wu Xiaohan didn't wait for him to finish. As usual, she left the key in the corner of the bathroom furthest from Wei Qi, then closed the door and left.

It was getting late, so I packed up the camera, charged the battery of the old camera, said goodbye to Wu Xiaohan, and took a taxi back to school.

On Friday morning, July 14th,

I went to Wu Xiaohan's house, and the same thing happened again—Wei Qi was woken up to watch Wu Xiaohan urinate, eat dog food, and then was locked up again.

Wu Xiaohan drove me to school as usual.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask Wu Xiaohan again, "I still think you were really too cruel to him last night."

"Didn't you notice that he really liked it, was very satisfied, and was even grateful to me?" Wu Xiaohan answered calmly.

"A little. At first, I thought he was afraid of you, which is why he said that. But later I felt like he really did think that way."

"Do you remember what I told you the morning before yesterday? Only by suppressing all his reasonable needs can we make him even hungrier and more depraved. These past two days, I haven't unlocked his chastity lock and have locked him in the toilet to cut off all his other sources of sensation. He's been locked in the chastity lock for three months, so being stepped on and abused is the only opportunity for his genitals to come into contact with the outside world, which he naturally enjoys. Also, locking him in the dark toilet is actually very cruel. He will spend his days in endless darkness, boredom, loneliness, and even self-doubt. So, for him, being abused by me is the only emotional contact he can have with this world. If I show that I don't want to abuse him, he will feel abandoned by the whole world."

"Okay...so...Senior Xiaohan, are you intentionally training him to crave your abuse more and more?"

"That's right. That's the most fun and rewarding part. I trample him underfoot, humiliate him at will, torture him until he's in agony, and he's still grateful to me—it really feels so good, hahaha."

"Senior Xiaohan, you really are a devil."

"Thank you for the compliment, haha. But the real me isn't a devil. Exploring another side of myself in this SM game, and helping Wei Qi explore a side of himself he hadn't even discovered, isn't that great? The real me is in everyday life, I'm still quite ladylike, right?"

"Okay, I really can't find anything wrong with what you said. But how long will this miserable situation of not being able to drink his own urine and not being allowed to open his chastity lock continue?"

Wu Xiaohan thought for a moment and said, "As for the urine, I'll give it to him tonight. As for the chastity lock, I'll have to wait two more days. He's not subservient to me yet."

"My God. This isn't 'submission'? What else do you want Wei Qi to do? Do you want him to peel off his own skin in front of you?"

"If I succeed, you'll naturally know when the two-week imprisonment ends."

"Okay."

That night, I waited for Wu Xiaohan at her door again. Wu Xiaohan untied Wei Qi and let him out, saying, "You're covered in injuries, so Master doesn't plan to torture you tonight. Relax tonight, and Master will reward you."

Wei Qi first enjoyed his dog food, and then, as usual, licked the soles of Wu Xiaohan's black high heels clean. After he took off Wu Xiaohan's high heels, Wu Xiaohan stretched her feet to Wei Qi's mouth and said, "You've held on for three days. I've also deliberately worn these socks for three days without changing them. Now, you can enjoy them. Take off my socks with your mouth. Don't touch my feet, and don't get your saliva on them."

How could he possibly take off his socks without touching Wu Xiaohan's feet? Wei Qi said aggrievedly, "Master, I can't take them off without touching your feet..."

"Oh," Wu Xiaohan didn't make things difficult for him. With her slender, delicate fingers, she gently lifted the heel of the sock and held it to Wei Qi's lips. "Here, for you."

So, Wei Qi used his dry lips to hold the heel of the sock and took it off completely.

I finally saw Wu Xiaohan's graceful toes again, but she immediately put her feet into her slippers, not giving me a chance to admire them closely. She switched feet, letting Wei Qi take off the other sock as well.

"You can smell it or lick it if you want, but keep the socks on the ground. Don't put them in your mouth."

Following Wu Xiaohan's instructions, Wei Qi stuck out his tongue and licked the socks on the ground. The socks hadn't been changed for three days; the toes and heels were already a little black, probably with a strong odor.

"Do you like them?"

"Mmm. Your socks smell so good, I really like them."

Wu Xiaohan didn't say anything more, just watched him lick them passionately for a long time before saying, "Okay, if you want, you can keep them in your mouth."

So Wei Qi bit the sock directly into his mouth and sucked on it passionately, using his saliva to extract every trace of Wu Xiaohan's delicate feet from the socks.

At Wu Xiaohan's suggestion, I found a film by Boyaevsky, and the three of us watched it together at home—of course, Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa, I sat on a small sofa to the side, and Wei Qi knelt in front of the sofa, his back to Wu Xiaohan, letting her put her legs on his back. Wei Qi kept Wu Xiaohan's socks in his mouth the entire time.

After the movie, Wei Qi crawled back to the bathroom, and after Wu Xiaohan locked the door, she told him, "Today, you can drink my urine."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qi's face clearly showed joy and anticipation, and he excitedly lay down on the floor. Only then did I notice that Wei Qi was still holding Wu Xiaohan's boat socks in his mouth—the socks were already completely soaked with his saliva.

Wu Xiaohan squatted down, took off her underwear, and instructed Wei Qi to throw her socks aside.

A trickle of urine flowed from the sacred Black Forest, dripping directly onto Wei Qi's face. Wei Qi quickly adjusted his head, opening his mouth wide to catch Wu Xiaohan's pale yellow urine. His mouth was already full, but Wu Xiaohan didn't stop. Wei Qi had no choice but to swallow quickly and open his mouth wide again. Of course, some urine dripped onto his face as he swallowed.

Wu Xiaohan finally finished urinating, took some paper to wipe herself dry. Wei Qi slowly swallowed the last bit of urine in his mouth. Wu Xiaohan looked down at Wei Qi, whose face was a mess, and asked him, "Did you like it?"

Wei Qi nodded contentedly, "Yes. Master's holy water is really delicious. Thank you, Master, for being so good to me tonight. Thank you, Master."

"Then you'll have to obediently endure Master's torture tomorrow," Wu Xiaohan said, getting up and walking towards the toilet door.

"Yes, I definitely won't let Master down." As soon as Wei Qi finished speaking, Wu Xiaohan closed the toilet door, plunging Wei Qi back into darkness.

Wu Xiaohan saw me out and told me that the next day was Saturday, so I could come to her place at nine o'clock—she planned to take us to the countryside tomorrow. On the morning of Saturday, July 15th

, I arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house and called her to wake her up. She opened the door for me first as usual, then went into the bedroom to change—this time she wore a simple tee and long jeans. She went to the bathroom as usual, preparing to reward Wei Qi with her morning urine.

Wu Xiaohan took off her jeans—today she wore plain gray underwear, but still incredibly alluring. Under Wei Qi's expectant gaze, she urinated into his mouth—this was the first time Wei Qi had drunk Wu Xiaohan's morning urine. The much stronger-smelling urine went straight into Wei Qi's mouth, making him frown. But he opened his mouth wide and continued to urinate. Once his mouth was full, he swallowed as quickly as possible, then opened his mouth again. He swallowed five times before Wu Xiaohan finally finished urinating.

Wu Xiaohan asked him, "How does it taste? Is it the same as last night?"

Wei Qi replied, "Not really used to it... but I'll try my best."

"That's good. Xu Yangdong, bring me the dog food bag."

She took the dog food bag I gave her and poured dog food for Wei Qi. Haha.

Then, she left the bathroom, took a hiking backpack, and went into the training room, filling it with quite a few things; she also didn't forget to bring the remote control for the electric shocks. Wu Xiaohan gave me another hiking backpack, saying it was for me to carry the camera.

Seeing that Wei Qi had finished eating, Wu Xiaohan picked up the key and unlocked Wei Qi's chain. Then she went to the front door and ordered Wei Qi to change his shoes. This time, Wu Xiaohan made Wei Qi change into hiking boots for him. Wu Xiaohan's brown-grey hiking boots were a bit old, but they still looked imposing. Wei Qi picked up Wu Xiaohan's hiking boots and placed them near her feet, then carefully held the heel, letting Wu Xiaohan put her feet, which were clad in grey cotton socks, into the boots. After both feet were in the boots, Wu Xiaohan said, "Just use your hands to tie my shoelaces." Only then did Wei Qi reach out and tie Wu Xiaohan's shoelaces.

She opened the front door and told Wei Qi, "You'll have to climb down the stairs naked to the garage. The garage is on the first floor." Indeed, the design of this community was that the entire first floor was a garage; there were many doors in the first-floor corridor leading to the private garages of each apartment. Wei Qi mustered his courage and climbed out. Wu Xiaohan reminded him, "If you don't want others to see you, climb faster." Covered in wounds, Wei Qi scrambled downstairs—from behind, the padlock on his feet was quite conspicuous. Wu Xiaohan and I each carried our backpacks downstairs. We

reached Wu Xiaohan's car without incident. She opened the trunk and let Wei Qi climb in. The trunk was quite small; Wei Qi could only close it by lying down and curling up. However, Wu Xiaohan wasn't satisfied and ordered, "Kneel." Wei Qi had no choice but to kneel, his head against the floor, his knees bent as much as possible, and his back lowered as much as possible to reduce his height. Wu Xiaohan pressed down hard on the trunk lid to close it properly.

The trunk was crammed full by Wei Qi; even the camera could only be placed in the back seat. Wu Xiaohan got into the driver's seat and let me get in. We then drove towards the outskirts. Wu Xiaohan told me that she planned to go to a deserted mountain she knew well. However, it would probably take us an hour and a half to get there.

Along the way, Wu Xiaohan and I had a quick lunch at a roadside restaurant before continuing our journey. By the time we reached the foot of the mountain, it was already 12:30 PM.

When Wu Xiaohan opened the trunk, poor Wei Qi was completely exhausted. His spine was also compressed and he couldn't straighten up for a while. Wu Xiaohan helped him out of the car and gave him some water. Having not seen sunlight for days, he squinted at the glaring light.

Wu Xiaohan and I started walking up the mountain along the path. I wanted to help Wu Xiaohan with her backpack, but she took it from me and carried it herself. Wei Qi struggled to climb behind. His knees were badly rubbed raw, so he carefully tiptoed and crawled on his hands and feet, avoiding putting his knees on the ground. When we reached the halfway point, Wu Xiaohan and I sat on a rock and waited for Wei Qi—after a long wait, he finally slowly climbed up. Wei Qi looked truly pitiful—his entire body was covered in whip marks, the collar around his neck had chafed and rubbed raw, his penis inside the chastity lock was only bluish-purple, and his feet were still bound by those two padlocks; he had clearly tried to crawl faster, so all his scars were covered in sweat.

Wu Xiaohan said to Wei Qi, "Wei Qi, your master needs to use the restroom. You can taste the gold that Xin Xin has been longing for now."

Wu Xiaohan spread a disposable picnic mat on the ground and let Wei Qi lie down on it. Wei Qi opened his mouth, ready to enjoy his picnic. Wu Xiaohan skillfully squatted down above Wei Qi's face, taking off his jeans and gray underwear that were slightly damp with sweat.

Wei Qi never imagined that his first experience of eating Wu Xiaohan's feces would be in the wild. Wu Xiaohan's vulva slightly opened, and a piece of what appeared to be a hard, brownish feces slowly emerged.

Seeing this, Wei Qi became erect again, even inside the chastity lock. The feces eventually dripped down, landing in Wei Qi's mouth.

If I hadn't seen something similar in adult videos, I probably would have vomited. Even after seeing this kind of disgusting content countless times in videos, seeing it in person was still unbearable.

Wu Xiaohan stopped, waiting for Wei Qi to swallow. Wei Qi immediately vomited. It seems the smell of feces is ultimately unbearable for most people. Wei Qi chewed, trying to swallow—but his instinctive physiological reaction made him gag again, even spitting out half of the feces. Wu Xiaohan commanded resolutely, "This is what you wanted. Swallow—down—and don't waste the reward your master gave you." Wei Qi nodded slightly, trying to swallow the feces. At first, his instinctive reaction made him resist the smell of feces, and he vomited directly—along with his stomach acid, to the side. Wu Xiaohan commanded

Wei Qi to open his mouth wide, and then defecated another piece of feces into Wei Qi's mouth. This piece of feces was slightly lighter in color and softer in texture; but it was very long, and the top even piled up outside Wei Qi's mouth, resting on his chin.

At this moment, she wiped her tender body clean with paper, threw the paper aside, and stood up. She walked to the side and took out the remote control for the stun gun collar from her backpack.

Wei Qi saw the stun gun in Wu Xiaohan's hand and knew that if he didn't obediently eat it, he would experience an electric shock that would make him wish he were dead. So he immediately tried to suppress his physical discomfort and swallowed Wu Xiaohan's feces. But having eaten something so foul for the first time, he couldn't help but instinctively vomit. He coughed a few times, spitting out some fragments of feces.

Wu Xiaohan took out the stun gun and placed it on her hand. Wei Qi panicked and quickly swallowed the feces in his mouth—to avoid a repeat of what had just happened, he swallowed the entire feces as fast as he could. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan asked, "What's wrong? Why didn't you savor the master's aura before swallowing it so quickly?"

Wei Qi shook his head, chewed it slightly, and continued to swallow. But as he couldn't help but vomit again, there wasn't much feces left in his mouth—he had only swallowed about a third of the previous feces, and nearly two-thirds had been vomited up.

Wu Xiaohan shook her head and pressed the stun button. Wei Qi's body trembled and immediately arched—he also choked on the remaining feces in his mouth. The electric shock made him contort for two or three seconds before Wu Xiaohan released him. He screamed, his whole body trembling as he clenched his fist and swallowed the remaining feces in his mouth. Then, Wu Xiaohan made him lie down and eat all the feces that had fallen onto the mat.

Wei Qi quickly knelt down and licked it up, while Wu Xiaohan stomped heavily on Wei Qi's head, looking disdainfully at the despicable man beneath her shoe.

After we finished eating, Wu Xiaohan took out a bottle of mineral water for Wei Qi to rinse his mouth, then ordered him to put away the ground mat, put it in two plastic bags, and put it in my bag to throw away in a trash can on the way down the mountain. We continued up the path.

After about half an hour, we reached a sparse pine forest, and Wu Xiaohan decided to stop. She found a rock to sit on and had me set up my camera a few meters in front of her.

We waited for Wei Qi for about half an hour before he finally climbed up obediently.

Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi, "I've decided to play with you here." Then she had Wei Qi climb up to her.

She stretched out her leg, heel on the ground, sole of her shoe exposed, and said to Wei Qi, "Look at my shoes, they're covered in dirt."

At this moment, Wu Xiaohan's hair was gently blown by the wind, and her serene smile looked so innocent and pure, instantly arousing a protective instinct.

Wei Qi couldn't resist the goddess's charm either, and whispered, "Then... Master... can I lick them clean for you?"

"Yes, come on."

Wei Qi lowered his head and began licking the sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe. He licked off the dirt embedded in the sole, swallowing it bit by bit. Perhaps already used to it, Wu Xiaohan looked down at the man at her feet with a very serene expression. However, one could still vaguely sense the happiness in her heart.

After Wei Qi licked the soles of her shoes clean, Wu Xiaohan took out handcuffs and shackles from her backpack, threw them on the ground, and ordered Wei Qi, "Take this to the tree behind you and handcuff yourself to it."

Wei Qi climbed to the tree and, under Wu Xiaohan's commands, first knelt with his back against the tree, then wrapped his legs around the tree from both sides and handcuffed them together; then he wrapped his hands around the tree from both sides and handcuffed them together. In this way, he was firmly tied to the tree and could not escape; he could only kneel, unable to stand up or lie down.

Wu Xiaohan got up to pick up the key and returned. Then, she raised her foot and rubbed the tip of her shoe against Wei Qi's locked genitals, saying, "Poor little slut, your dick is locked up, it hasn't been opened yet. Don't you want your big sister to comfort you with her foot?"

Before Wei Qi could speak, Wu Xiaohan withdrew her foot, then lifted it backward and kicked Wei Qi's genitals hard. Although Wei Qi's penis had a stainless steel cage, her hiking boots provided enough protection for Wu Xiaohan's feet, preventing the chastity lock from hurting them.

Of course, the pain didn't spare Wei Qi. He gasped in pain, his knees bent lower, and his body slumped downwards. Wu Xiaohan kicked him several more times, and Wei Qi cried out in pain, trying to squeeze his legs together—but his legs were spread apart by the tree, making it impossible to close them. The only effect of his struggle was to leave another red mark on his ankle from the shackles.

Wu Xiaohan kicked again, and Wei Qi finally couldn't help but beg for mercy. Even after the lessons he had learned in the past few days that "begging for mercy is useless," Wei Qi probably still held onto a sliver of hope. He didn't dare ask Wu Xiaohan to stop kicking him, but pleaded in a trembling voice, "M-Master, I can't take it anymore, let me rest for a while before you kick me again."

But without a doubt, Wei Qi's pleas only served to further arouse Wu Xiaohan's sadistic desires. Wu Xiaohan even took two steps back for a running start before slamming her hiking boot down hard on Wei Qi's exposed testicles.

Wei Qi screamed in pain, his trembling body making the trees shake. His upper body was bent forward to its limit, but his hands were handcuffed to the tree, preventing him from truly collapsing. Therefore, his vulnerable testicles remained completely exposed to Wu Xiaohan's brutal kicks.

Under Wu Xiaohan's relentless kicking, Wei Qi's body went limp, and his eyes rolled back. Blood began to flow from his genitals—probably from the friction and impact of his flesh being caught between Wu Xiaohan's hiking boot and the stainless steel chastity belt.

Wu Xiaohan only stopped when she saw blood dripping onto her own hiking boot. "Look at you, you useless thing, you've made your master's shoes dirty, sigh."

Wei Qi was in so much pain that he was almost unconscious, mechanically shaking his head without saying a word.

Wu Xiaohan walked back to her backpack and took out a thick, long leather whip.

I was a little surprised: "Are you still going to hit him? He's almost passed out..."

"Then hit him awake." Wu Xiaohan said with a hint of malice.

"But... the whip marks on his body haven't even healed yet..." I said this because his body was still covered with scars that hadn't fallen off, a shocking sight to behold.

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Yes. To knock off the scars, and then to deepen the wounds, that's what a scumbag like him deserves. Like now, the whip marks will disappear in six months, too short."

With that, Wu Xiaohan brandished the whip, striking Wei Qi heavily across the chest. The sound of the whip echoed throughout the valley, while Wei Qi's screams were much quieter—weakened, he could barely murmur.

He remained relatively calm for the first few lashes, but later he couldn't help but twist and struggle in vain. With each relentless lash, the scars that had painstakingly formed on Wei Qi's body were torn off, the new whip marks a vibrant red against the previously mottled scars. Blood gushed from various parts of his body, splattering onto the pine needles piled on the ground with each lash of the whip.

Wu Xiaohan, exhausted, finally stopped. Wei Qi seemed relieved, but not at all relaxed; his head slumped to one side, panting heavily.

Wu Xiaohan didn't go back to sit down, but walked up to me and handed me the whip: "Xu Yangdong, you go and continue."

I was surprised: "Me? Isn't that inappropriate?"

Wu Xiaohan said, "As a friend, what's inappropriate about you helping me?"

She insisted on handing me the whip. I took the whip and walked to Wei Qi. Seeing his mangled, dying body, I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Seeing that I didn't move, Wu Xiaohan said to me, "Go ahead and hit him. Don't disappoint me."

Wei Qi kept his head down. I couldn't imagine what kind of look he would have if he looked up at me now.

I said to Wu Xiaohan, "I really can't bring myself to do it. I know him too well."

Wu Xiaohan then shouted at Wei Qi, "You slut, your master's hand is tired and he wants to rest. Just say the word and let Xu Yangdong hit you."

Wei Qi didn't dare to disobey, so he could only whisper, "Brother Dong, it's okay, hit me. Let my master rest for a while."

Looking at Wei Qi's determined eyes, I hardened my heart, picked up the whip, and lashed him. I didn't dare to use too much force, but the whip still whistled through the air in my hand and struck Wei Qi's body. Wei Qi's body trembled, and he continued to lower his head, preparing to take the next lash.

After I whipped him a few times, Wu Xiaohan spoke up: "Xu Yangdong, you're hitting too lightly. You're a boy, you should be stronger than me. Use all your strength. If you don't, I'll punish Wei Qi with an electric shock."

Hearing the word "electric shock," Wei Qi was terrified and quickly said, "Brother Dong, please hit me harder. Please, I really don't want to be shocked by Master."

I had no choice but to swing the whip harder. This time, Wei Qi cried out in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably. Wu Xiaohan said, "That's more like it. Use more force." I had no choice but to continue whipping Wei Qi—the whip marks I left were clearly deeper than those Wu Xiaohan had left. Wei Qi gritted his teeth in pain, his eyes widened, and the veins on his forehead bulged out; he twisted his body from side to side, trying to avoid the direct hits of the whip.

After a while, Wu Xiaohan stood beside me, leaned close to my ear, and encouraged me, "Come on, Xu Yangdong. Thank you for helping. Go for it harder!"

Her warm breath tickled my ear, making me feel weak all over; and her clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale's song, made me unable to resist. Without thinking, I obeyed her instructions and whipped Wei Qi with all my might. Wei Qi's body writhed helplessly in front of me, but I forced myself to ignore it.

Wei Qi's blood splattered, and he began to sob. My hands were indeed aching, so I used this as an excuse to stop and return to my camera.

Wu Xiaohan praised me loudly, "Xu Yangdong, you looked so cool when you hit Wei Qi!"

I didn't know how to reply, so I simply said "Thank you" and handed the whip back to her.

Wu Xiaohan wiped the whip clean, put it back in her bag, slung her bag over her shoulder, went to Wei Qi, touched his face, and said, "Xu Yangdong and I are leaving now. You can spend the night here, and we'll come back to untie you tomorrow. It's summer anyway, you won't freeze to death naked. Good luck!" Then she gestured for me to leave with her.

Wei Qi didn't say a word, watching us leave with a look of grievance and fear.

I asked Wu Xiaohan, "Are you really going to come back to untie him tomorrow?" Wu Xiaohan said, "Of course not. There are wild animals and such at night, it's still very dangerous. Let's climb to the top of the mountain, and then untie him when we come down."

So we started climbing the mountain. Wu Xiaohan even said to me, "Seriously, you did a really good job just now, you've got potential."

I smiled awkwardly and asked her, "The time you hit him with a rattan cane at your house before, you were even more tired than today, but you still persisted. Why did you make me hit him today? I really feel embarrassed."

Wu Xiaohan explained, "Before, it was to build his feelings for me and stir up his admiration, so I had to do it myself no matter how tired I was. But now that the feelings have been built, it's time to move to the next stage. Today, I intentionally had you hit him because I wanted to humiliate him. I wanted him to know that as long as I give the order, even if someone else abuses him, he has to accept it. He's the most despicable."

I was somewhat amazed by Wu Xiaohan's meticulous and ruthless thinking.

As we climbed the mountain, I followed behind Wu Xiaohan, constantly admiring her back. I couldn't help but recall my freshman year when I hiked with the orienteering club. I always followed behind Wu Xiaohan, silently admiring her back, even secretly taking photos with my phone to remember her. Back then, she didn't have hiking boots, just regular hiking shoes. During rest breaks, I never dared to look directly at Wu Xiaohan's face, only daring to stare at her white hiking shoes. Now, hiking with Wu Xiaohan again, I had a disorienting feeling of time travel.

I climbed upwards, admiring my goddess's back, getting closer and closer to the summit. The happiest moment happened when we were near the top. There was a large rocky staircase, taller than a person, that we had to climb from below, and there were no ropes left by previous climbers. I first climbed up along a crack in the rock, and then Wu Xiaohan handed me our backpacks from below before climbing up herself. She reached out her hand, asking me to help her.

The moment I touched her fingertips, I felt as if I'd been electrocuted, overwhelmed by the warmth of her fingers. Her hand was as soft as cotton candy, as smooth as silk. I almost hesitated to squeeze it. But since I needed to pull her up, I had no choice but to hold her hand tightly. Was this the first time I'd ever held a girl's hand? No, perhaps this couldn't even be considered holding hands. After pulling her up, I lingered, reluctant to let go; but not daring to cross the line, I quickly released her hand. So this was what they meant by "the warmth of a girl's palm," this was what they meant by "the lingering warmth in her palm." I was lost in thought, feeling embarrassed by my own "loser" mentality.

The view from the summit was quite nice—surrounded by many hills, while not quite offering a panoramic view, it was enough to overlook all the surrounding valleys. On this summer afternoon, there wasn't a single cloud or mist among the mountains; only the sharply defined rocks, ridges, and withered tree trunks, like a woodblock print, were visible. Wu Xiaohan and I stood on the mountaintop, the wind howling, making the reeds on the nearby slope sway from side to side, and even ruffling Wu Xiaohan's hair. For a moment, I completely forgot about Wei Qi's presence, only wishing time could freeze at this moment, standing beside Wu Xiaohan, until millions of years later when this mountain no longer existed.

Wu Xiaohan asked me to take her picture: "Photographer classmate, your photography skills are pretty good, right?" I replied, "It should be alright. At least, I'll try my best." I crouched down to find a good angle and took several photos of Wu Xiaohan. The angle of the photos, slightly looking up, was exactly how I envisioned them.

It was getting late, so I reluctantly said goodbye to the mountaintop and descended the same way Wu Xiaohan had come up.

We reached that rocky step, taller than a person, again. This time, I jumped down first, then had her hand me both bags.

Wu Xiaohan was a little scared—after all, the bottom of the step wasn't flat, and there was a steep slope on the side; jumping down rashly could result in a fall or even a slip. I told her to face the rocks, grab the top of the rock, and slowly climb down.

Seeing that she had no foothold, I stretched out my hand halfway up the rock and told Wu Xiaohan, "You can step on my hand."

Wu Xiaohan hesitated for a moment: "Is that okay?"

I said, "Yes."

So, she stepped onto my hand.

Looking at the goddess's muddy, brown-gray hiking boots in my palm, I felt an indescribable happiness. Being able to support her with my own hands felt like holding up the whole world; my subconscious protective instincts were fully satisfied.

After she got to the ground, she said to me, "You've gotten your hands dirty. I'm sorry."

For some reason, I suddenly felt unafraid of embarrassment and said, "It's okay. It's an honor for my hands to be supported by your feet."

Wu Xiaohan was clearly embarrassed by this and had to change the subject: "Okay, give me my bag, let's go."

I even wished the descent would be longer, so I could have more time alone with Wu Xiaohan. Subconsciously, I even wished Wei Qi would disappear, so that this day could be just Wu Xiaohan and me hiking alone. But all of this was obviously impossible.

When we came down the mountain and returned to Wei Qi's place, the forest was already bathed in the red glow of the setting sun.

Wei Qi was still slumped in place, the blood on his body dried by the wind. Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes: "You...you're back?"

Wu Xiaohan said, "Yes. We came down from the top of the mountain and are getting ready to go home. You can stay on the mountain."

Wei Qi didn't say anything—he had probably already accepted this arrangement, or realized that whatever he said would be futile.

Wu Xiaohan took two more steps downhill before turning back and saying, "Okay, okay, I was just kidding. I'll unlock it for you now."

Wei Qi was a little incredulous at this good fortune: "Really? Thank you, Master, thank you, Master..."

Wu Xiaohan took out the key, unlocked his handcuffs and shackles, put the shackles back into her backpack, and started descending the mountain.

It was getting late, so we didn't leave Wei Qi behind. Instead, we let him crawl ahead while we followed.

Wu Xiaohan took out the whip from her bag again and, like a coachman, lashed out at Wei Qi, yelling, "Useless scoundrel, can't you crawl faster?" The scene was somewhat comical.

By the time we got back to the car, the sun had already set. Wei Qi's hands and calves were covered in mud, so Wu Xiaohan first laid a new picnic mat in the trunk before letting Wei Qi kneel on it.

Wu Xiaohan was also tired, so she asked me to drive back to the city. It was already nine o'clock when we got back to the city, and she suggested we find a place to eat barbecue. We left Wei Qi in the trunk and went to eat barbecue.

We just overestimated how hungry we were and ordered too much food. We decided to take the leftovers to Wei Qi.

When we arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house and let Wei Qi out, the poor thing was too weak to move from hunger. Indeed, he had vomited up his stomach acid after eating Wu Xiaohan's feces, and the kneeling climb had exhausted him; it was perfectly normal for him to be starving.

Wu Xiaohan took out the remaining barbecue and dumped it on the garage floor, saying, "Here, I'll treat you to something nice today. These are the leftovers."

Wei Qi's eyes lit up instantly, and he pounced on it to eat. Wu Xiaohan said impatiently, "Get up!" Then she stomped on the food with the sole of her boot, covering it with dirt and grime, before letting Wei Qi continue eating.

Watching him eat like a wolf, Wu Xiaohan said, "I'm going upstairs to rest first. You two can come up after you're done eating and I've cleaned up the floor."

Wu Xiaohan went upstairs. And so, for the first time in days, I had some time alone with Wei Qi.

I told him, "Slow down, no rush." After he finished eating, I used a damp paper towel to wipe the floor clean, then asked him, "These past few days must have been tough for you, right?"

Wei Qi only managed to utter four words: "Worse than death."

"Did you expect it to be this bad before you came?"

"I thought it would be this intense, but I didn't expect it to be this unbearable, this painful."

"Sigh. You must regret it now, right?"

"A little. But I'm already here, I can't just run away."

"Yeah, you've never done anything this intense before?"

"I've pricked myself with needles before, but only four or five needles. What I've been doing these past few days has hurt way more than that."

I could only sigh, "Yes. She really is too ruthless."

"Really, I never expected it either. She's so gentle when she's not abusing people, but she can be so cruel when she's torturing them."

"I've completely changed my perception of her. I never even imagined she'd be a sadist. But, do you really like her?"

Wei Qi admitted, "I guess so. Such a great female sadist is really rare. By the way... did you ever pursue her?"

"Yeah. I was so naive back in my freshman year."

"No wonder you were so obedient in front of her." "No

, she's nothing like you. You were practically her slave."

Seeing he didn't say anything, I reminded him again, "It's only been five days. You still have nine more days to endure."

He just sighed. We seemed to tacitly avoid mentioning the time I whipped him today.

After he went upstairs, Wu Xiaohan said, "You're all tired, go and rest early. I'm tired too. Xu Yangdong, you go back first."

She then looked at Wei Qi and said, "You're too dirty, go inside and take a shower before I lock you up."

Wei Qi crawled towards the toilet, and after thanking Wu Xiaohan, I said goodbye and went downstairs.

The embarrassment and guilt of personally slapping Wei Qi still lingered in my heart; but the beautiful scene with Wu Xiaohan on the mountaintop was even more vivid in my mind.

On Sunday morning, July 16th,

around ten o'clock, I arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house. After she opened the door for me, she went to unlock Wei Qi's door while still in her pajamas.

Perhaps out of laziness, this time she didn't give Wei Qi her morning urine directly, but instead urinated into his food bowl, mixing it with dog food, and fed it to him.

While Wei Qi was bent over eating the dog food, Wu Xiaohan told us that she had decided to rest at home for a day. Wei Qi would just help with cleaning. Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi carry a rag and wipe the floors of the house clean; except for her bedroom—she didn't allow Wei Qi into her bedroom. Although Wei Qi was slow, he had plenty of time to work at his own pace.

Wu Xiaohan sat on the windowsill and began reading Wittgenstein's *Philosophical Investigations*.

I asked her with a touch of admiration, "Senior Xiaohan, you study philosophy?"

Wu Xiaohan replied, "No. People who really study philosophy have already read this book several times. I just read it as leisure reading, and I can't fully understand it anyway." I didn't

know if that was true or just her being modest.

I also took out my laptop from the desk next to me and started organizing the video clips I had filmed here these past few days. Wei Qi's repeated agonizing struggles, even now, are still chilling to watch. But when I looked up and saw Wu Xiaohan sitting peacefully on the balcony, engrossed in her book, she seemed even more quiet, sweet, and gentle than the average girl. It was impossible to connect her with the demon who had repeatedly abused Wei Qi.

I edited together the climax of each act of torture and started rendering the video on the computer. I looked up and saw sunlight shining on Wu Xiaohan's toes. Her clear nail tips shimmered with a golden light, and her snow-white toes appeared even more radiant in the sunlight, without a single line visible, only smooth as jade. What a perfect pair of feet—so perfect that they almost shouldn't belong to this world. And these feet belonged to such a perfect girl. Her face, her sun-kissed hair, were all captivating. A girl like her, no matter how much she tortured Wei Qi, no one could bear to blame her in the slightest; even if she left Wei Qi covered in blood, I would probably only care whether the blood stained her body.

As I was admiring Wu Xiaohan with my head up, she called out without looking up, "You bastard, get me a glass of water." For some reason, I seemed to only realize that "Wu Xiaohan wanted water," so I got up and poured her a glass of water.

When Wu Xiaohan saw that it was me handing her water, she asked in surprise, "Why is it you? I asked my lackey to get me water. Are you going to be my lackey?"

"No...no...Wei Qi is mopping the floor in the kitchen, he probably didn't hear me, so I came..."

Wu Xiaohan took the water and scolded me, "Don't take Wei Qi's job. Wei Qi wants to serve me so much, don't take away his chance. He's paid me."

I couldn't help but feel inferior—having never paid, I didn't even have the right to serve Wu Xiaohan tea and water. Although I knew this wasn't Wu Xiaohan's intention, I still couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Wu Xiaohan then said to me, "Oh, I don't want to cook lunch, let's just order pizza. You go and order it. This afternoon you and I will go grocery shopping together, and we'll cook dinner at home tonight."

I ordered a large pizza and a box of chicken wings. At 12:30 pm, the delivery arrived, and Wu Xiaohan and I sat down on the sofa to eat pizza. Wu Xiaohan was in a good mood, so she called Wei Qi to kneel at her feet and threw the leftover chicken wing bones into the food bowl for Wei Qi to eat. Wei Qi didn't waste this delicacy that still carried the scent of Wu Xiaohan's lips and teeth; he chewed up the bones and swallowed them all.

After lunch, I suggested showing them the edited video. I connected the computer to the TV and surround sound system in the living room and started playing music. Wei Qi's screams echoed through the room.

Wu Xiaohan watched with a bit of enjoyment: "Wow. I was so cruel to him the other day."

Wei Qi looked helpless, and I guessed he was thinking, "Don't you know how cruel you were? I was almost tortured to death, okay?"

Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi and asked, "How did you feel seeing yourself being tortured like that?"

"I felt very satisfied. It was worth being tortured," Wei Qi obediently replied, "I will definitely treasure this video."

Wu Xiaohan said, "You have to be good from now on. Otherwise, I'll have Xu Yangdong send this video to your classmates so everyone can see how shameless you are, hahaha."

"Yes, Master, don't worry, I will definitely be a good slave."

In the afternoon, Wu Xiaohan took out her dirty underwear and washed it by hand in a basin. Wei Qi's eyes widened when he saw the dirty underwear in Wu Xiaohan's hand.

Wu Xiaohan asked him, "What's wrong? Want to lick it?"

Wei Qi nodded: "Okay. Is that alright?"

Wu Xiaohan said disdainfully: "You pervert. You're not even worthy to lick my socks, let alone think about my underwear?"

"Then... Master, let me wash them for you."

"Do you think I'd let your dirty hands touch anything that touches my body?"

"No... no. I'm sorry, Master, I just wanted to help you."

"Alright, go and rest for a while. You'll have a lot to suffer this afternoon."

Wu Xiaohan unusually handed Wei Qi's phone back to him, saying, "If you need to contact your family or something, do it now. I'll give you my phone back next weekend."

After washing and drying her own underwear, Wu Xiaohan decided to start playing with Wei Qi. She first confiscated Wei Qi's phone, then sat on the sofa and ordered Wei Qi to fetch her hiking boots from yesterday.

Since Wu Xiaohan had left Wei Qi in the garage last night before going upstairs, she had taken off her shoes and socks and piled them at the door; when Wei Qi picked up the shoes, they were still covered in mud. Inside the shoes were Wu Xiaohan's gray cotton socks.

Wu Xiaohan took the socks out of the shoes and waved them in front of Wei Qi's face: "Master sweated all day yesterday climbing the mountain, and it all stayed in these shoes. These socks must smell really good, right, you bastard?"

Perhaps because the socks were gray, they didn't look dirty. But judging from Wei Qi's satisfied and even somewhat intoxicated expression, the socks definitely had a strong odor.

"Want to lick?"

"Mmm."

Wu Xiaohan put the socks away and placed them aside, saying, "If you behave well later, Master will reward you with the socks. Come on, help Master put on his shoes first."

Wei Qi held the heel of the hiking boots in his mouth and helped Wu Xiaohan put on the hiking boots barefoot.

Wu Xiaohan didn't let Wei Qi lick her, but instead asked, "Is it alright if Master unlocks your chastity lock today?"

Wei Qi nodded quickly, "Really?"

Wu Xiaohan said, "Yes. You behaved quite well the past few days, so I'll unlock it for you today."

Wei Qi didn't immediately gratefully let Wu Xiaohan unlock the lock, but instead asked warily, "Master... are you unlocking it so you can abuse it and break it?"

Wu Xiaohan was a little disdainful, "Do you think Master can't abuse you if I don't unlock it?"

"Oh... well... thank you Master for being willing to unlock it for me."

She bent down and personally inserted the key into the chastity lock's lock, unlocking it.

Wei Qi immediately prepared to remove the chastity lock himself, but Wu Xiaohan stopped him.

Wu Xiaohan deftly used her feet to clamp the chastity lock and remove it. Wei Qi's penis, which had been locked up for months and subjected to brutal abuse, was finally free. Wu Xiaohan contemptuously teased Wei Qi's limp genitals with the tip of her shoe: "Sigh, it's been locked up so small? Can't even get hard?"

Wei Qi's face flushed red, and Wu Xiaohan continued, "Look how disgusting you are. It's good that your master isn't exactly clean wearing these shoes. You should be with the mud, right?"

This humiliation excited Wei Qi, and he began to get an erection. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan continued to humiliate him: "Sigh, you can still get hard? With such a small thing?"

Wu Xiaohan had me bring over a small wooden stool and ordered Wei Qi to place his newly freed genitals on it.

Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa and stepped on Wei Qi's penis with the sole of her shoe. At this point, Wei Qi's penis was fully erect. Wu Xiaohan mocked again: "Sigh, look at you, even when it's hard it's only this big, completely useless. What girl could accept such a short and useless thing?"

She raised her foot and stomped on it hard. Wei Qi groaned softly in pain. Wu Xiaohan continued, "Tell me, you've been locked up for so long, and you can still get hard. It's a waste of time being locked up."

She stomped her feet a few times, leaving shoe prints and dirt on Wei Qi's genitals. Then she hooked Wei Qi's chin with her hand and asked him, "Tell me, how come you can still get hard? What are you going to do?"

"I...I don't know."

"You're so short, what's the use of getting hard? What can you do with it?"

"Then..."

"How about your master completely tortures you until you're impotent?"

"Master, no...I still have the rest of my life..." Wei Qi's voice was very soft.

Wu Xiaohan stood up and stomped heavily on Wei Qi's penis, saying, "The rest of your life? Do you think your little penis will be of any use in the rest of your life? Besides being stepped on and abused by its master, what other use should it have?"

"Master...really...don't..."

"I'm not going to torture you into impotence right now... I'll just play however you want to play, to satisfy you. Don't worry."

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi, "Go to the bottom shelf of the cabinet on the left side of the entrance to the training room, find a box of nails inside, and wait for me there."

Wu Xiaohan entered the training room, looked at the nails Wei Qi took out, and said with satisfaction, "You seem to have said you wanted your master to nail your penis, you've been saying that for a long time. This time, your master will satisfy you."

She wiped the bench clean with an alcohol swab; then she also wiped Wei Qi's penis clean and put it back on the side of the bench.

She took out a nail and placed it above Wei Qi's glans. Then she picked up a hammer and struck the nail hard. With the first strike, Wei Qi shuddered and gasped for breath—but she hadn't really used force. She struck a second time, driving the nail head into Wei Qi's flesh. She struck a third, fourth, and fifth time; finally, the nail's sound became crisp, indicating it had pierced Wei Qi's glans and was embedded in the wood of the bench. She struck a few more times to make the nail more secure. Wei Qi gritted his teeth and endured the pain, groaning softly, trying hard not to cry out.

Wu Xiaohan then drove in a second nail. Wei Qi continued to grit his teeth and endure, only letting out very soft moans.

Now, Wei Qi was covered in sweat. Two nails pierced his poor glans, one on each side, and pinned him to the chair. At this point, escape was impossible.

Wu Xiaohan took a third nail and drove it into the center of Wei Qi's glans. Perhaps because the nail pierced his urethra, Wei Qi couldn't bear the pain this time and cried out. Wu Xiaohan ignored him and continued to strike hard. Wei Qi trembled, covering his genitals with his hands. Wu Xiaohan coldly ordered him to remove his hands, then struck him again. Wei Qi trembled with pain, letting out a shuddering "Awooo!"

Wu Xiaohan commanded, "Don't shake. What if you let your master accidentally nail your hand?"

Wei Qi endured the pain and let Wu Xiaohan finish nailing the nail.

Wu Xiaohan then ordered Wei Qi to put his hands on the corner of the stool: "Looks like your hands are being unruly again. I'll just nail them up like last time." The wounds on Wei Qi's hands from the last nailing hadn't healed yet, but he could only obey, watching as Wu Xiaohan nailed his hands to the stool. Fortunately, the pain from nailing the web of his hands was much less than the pain from nailing the glans. Wei Qi didn't even cry out.

Wu Xiaohan comforted Wei Qi, "Okay, two nails won't hurt so much." She then hammered another nail into each side of the glans.

The sixth nail pierced the center of the glans. This time the pain seemed even greater—Wei Qi cried out, his body instinctively jerking backward. Ignoring his cries, Wu Xiaohan quickly secured the nails, then grabbed a sock from the sofa and held it to Wei Qi's mouth.

Wei Qi understood and opened his mouth, letting Wu Xiaohan stuff her smelly sock inside. Wu Xiaohan said, "Okay, suck on your master's sock, and don't scream anymore. If you dare to disobey your master's sock, you know how your master will shock you."

Sweating profusely, Wei Qi endured eleven more nails. His mouth was gagged, but he still groaned in pain through his nose. Seeing the noise wasn't loud, Wu Xiaohan didn't punish him.

His small glans was now completely filled with seventeen nails. So Wu Xiaohan began working on the rest of his penis. Unhurriedly, like completing a sculpture, she slowly hammered, using a full twenty nails to completely fill the shaft. Wei Qi, amidst his continued groans and spasms, was becoming increasingly delirious from the pain.

Wu Xiaohan admired her work for a moment, then got up and went into the training room. When she came out, she walked with light steps, almost skipping, one hand behind her back, looking incredibly cute. She asked Wei Qi, almost deliberately being adorable, "Guess what surprise I brought you?"

Wei Qi was too preoccupied to guess; with his socks stuffed in his mouth, he could only shake his head weakly.

The innocent and playful girl then held her hand in front of her, revealing a huge nail in her palm. It was huge because it was considerably larger than the previous nails, at least six millimeters thick.

Wu Xiaohan placed the nail above the very base of Wei Qi's penis—not yet completely filled with it. Wei Qi shook his head in despair, letting out a muffled sob. Wu Xiaohan ignored him, picked up the hammer, and slammed it down.

The nail was too thick, and with the force she used, it barely penetrated. But the impact was enough to make Wei Qi tremble violently in pain.

Wu Xiaohan then increased her strength, forcefully pounding the hammer into the nail. The large nail finally penetrated Wei Qi's flesh. Wu Xiaohan struck several more times before the nail finally touched the wood. Wei Qi's face turned deathly pale, his expression ferocious, as if he had resigned himself to death. Wu Xiaohan continued to hammer, forcing the nail into the wood. Perhaps because the flesh was being squeezed between the nails and the wood, the pain was even more intense than before. Wei Qi convulsed violently, his veins bulging, and even his nasal groans turned into screams.

Finally, Wu Xiaohan finished hammering in the last, terrifying nail. This frightening nail, along with the heads of the thirty-seven smaller nails, densely covered Wei Qi's penis.

Wu Xiaohan went into the training room, took out a candle, lit it, and began dripping wax onto Wei Qi's sores-covered penis. This was clearly not a "low-temperature candle," but just an ordinary household candle. But for Wei Qi, who was already in excruciating pain and nearly losing consciousness, the scalding heat of the wax dripping seemed less frightening. He let out a groan that sounded like pleasure and satisfaction. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan lowered the candle, bringing it only two or three centimeters away from Wei Qi's genitals, almost touching the tips of the nails—this made the wax dripping onto him even hotter. Wei Qi's breathing became rapid, and his groans turned painful. Soon, the wax had covered every part of his penis, so any more dripping landed on the solidified wax layer, causing less pain. Wei Qi's voice returned to pleasure.

The ruthless Wu Xiaohan, of course, wouldn't let Wei Qi enjoy himself for long. She held the candle very low, so the flame directly scorched the tips of the nails at the very tip of his penis. The thermal conductivity of metal was no joke; the intense heat quickly traveled from the nails to his flesh, causing Wei Qi to scream in agony and convulse violently like never before, shaking the entire bench. The candle in Wu Xiaohan's hand was knocked away.

The flame was moved away, but the residual heat from the nails lingered. He continued to tremble in pain, his head shaking wildly.

Once he calmed down slightly, Wu Xiaohan commanded him, "Spit out the socks from your mouth. You don't deserve to hold your master's socks."

Wei Qi spat out the gray cotton socks, which he had already chewed to pieces in his pain.

She slapped him across the face: "You were fidgeting just now, and the wax burned your master's hand, you know that?"

I only then noticed that there was indeed a drop of wax on Wu Xiaohan's hand.

Wei Qi knew he had made a terrible mistake and begged for forgiveness incoherently: "I'm sorry, master, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'll never dare to do it again."

Wu Xiaohan said, "If your master's hand is burned, it will hurt, you know? Let me let you experience what it feels like to have your hand burned."

She relit the candle, holding it horizontally close to the stool, letting the candle flame directly heat Wei Qi's nailed fingers. Wei Qi screamed, his five fingers curled up and trembled. Wu Xiaohan then removed the candle and asked, "Do you know you were wrong?"

Wei Qi, whose fingers were already blackened by charcoal, quickly said, "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

Wu Xiaohan asked, "You know you were wrong? You interrupted me when it was only halfway burning. What should we do?"

Wei Qi whispered, "Then Master, please continue burning it... if Master wants."

"Beg me."

"Please, Master... burn the nails on my penis."

"How much do you want Master to burn it?"

"Burn it as much as Master wants."

"Hmm," Wu Xiaohan said, "Master wants to burn your glans charred."

"Then listen to your master, burn it to a crisp..."

Wu Xiaohan lit the candle and said, "Remember what you said." She laid the candle flat on the stool, so that the flame would directly scorch the tip of Wei Qi's glans and the nail on it.

She then stood up, stepped on the stool to hold it down, to prevent Wei Qi from moving around and lifting the candle again.

Poor Wei Qi, still trembling with pain, finally cried out, "Please, Master, please... stop burning me..."

Wu Xiaohan lowered her head and lifted Wei Qi's face: "What are you begging for, Master? Master doesn't seem to have heard you clearly. Think it through before you speak."

Despite being in excruciating pain unbearable for a human, seeing Wu Xiaohan's stern yet expectant eyes, Wei Qi dared not disobey his master, nor could he bear to disappoint her: "Please, Master... don't stop, keep burning me."

"Good boy," Wu Xiaohan said, "Since you begged me yourself, I will grant your wish. How long do you want it to burn?"

Wei Qi convulsed in pain, and he squeezed out with difficulty in a trembling voice: "Burn... until my glans... is charred..."

"Okay. Are you trying to burn me to a crisp for your master to eat? Your master doesn't eat such dirty things..." Wu Xiaohan was still being arrogant.

After watching Wei Qi suffer under the scorching flames for a while, Wu Xiaohan finally let him go and kicked the candle away.

Poor Wei Qi was tormented by the residual heat for a while before finally calming down.

Wu Xiaohan used her fingernail to clean the wax off Wei Qi's glans, revealing the glans itself. Countless nails were still covering his glans, and the wax wasn't cleaned very thoroughly.

The tip of his glans was completely charred black, which could be considered a third-degree burn [2]. The flesh around the first two nails was also charred black; the flesh around several other nails was also charred white.

Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa, looking at the man in front of her who was still kneeling in front of the bench and suffering in pain. She smiled with satisfaction and said to Wei Qi, "Master wants to go to the toilet again, and he needs to defecate. Go to the toilet."

Wei Qi asked, "My lower body is still nailed, how can I go?"

Wu Xiaohan said, "Just carry the bench like this and kneel all the way in... Oh right, your hands are also nailed."

Wu Xiaohan then pulled the nails off Wei Qi's hands so that Wei Qi could carry the bench.

Wei Qi entered the toilet in excruciating pain—the stool swayed back and forth along the way, pulling at his penis, a sight that was heartbreaking to watch.

Wei Qi lay on the ground, carefully placing the small stool on his lap, adjusting it to an angle that wouldn't tear at his penis.

Wu Xiaohan pulled down her pajama pants, and I could see that her white panties with light pink floral patterns were completely soaked. It seemed today's training had aroused her greatly. She took off her panties—through her pubic hair, I could indeed see that her vulva was incredibly wet, even the curly pubic hair had droplets of fluid. Of course, neither Wei Qi nor I dared to say a word. Wu Xiaohan squatted down and slowly squeezed out golden-yellow feces from her anus. Wei Qi quickly adjusted his head position to catch Wu Xiaohan's excrement. This piece of feces was quite long—it couldn't fit in his mouth, and one end landed on Wei Qi's face.

The toilet was small, and even I found the smell unbearable.

Having already endured enough torture, Wei Qi didn't want to be shocked again. He forced himself to chew a couple of times before quickly swallowing the feces, trying not to provoke his master any further. He still disliked and was unaccustomed to the pungent stench of feces, so he couldn't help but gag twice. He was just careful not to vomit it out again.

Seeing that Wei Qi had almost finished eating, Wu Xiaohan ordered him to open his mouth wide and immediately shoved another piece of feces into his mouth. Wei Qi hurriedly swallowed the soft, golden feces in his mouth and then used his tongue to roll the feces on his face into his mouth and eat it as well.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to wash his face repeatedly and rinse his mouth repeatedly with disinfectant and mouthwash, making sure there was no lingering smell before leaving. She, on the other hand, went to wait on the sofa.

Wei Qi struggled to climb out. Wu Xiaohan asked him, "Want to get the nails out?"

Wei Qi nodded.

Wu Xiaohan then began to remove the nails from Wei Qi's penis. But she didn't pull the nails out of Wei Qi's penis—she only pulled them out of the wood of the bench, but the nails were still completely embedded in Wei Qi's body.

During this process, Wei Qi still gritted his teeth in pain and bled a little. Finally, only the thickest and largest nail remained, pinning the base of Wei Qi's penis to the bench.

Since only the base wasn't nailed in, although Wei Qi's penis couldn't be removed from under the bench, it could now rotate and move freely. Wu Xiaohan held Wei Qi's glans with her hand and gently lifted Wei Qi's penis. The nails on the glans were still protruding from the bottom of the glans, with a small part of the nail tip sticking out [2]. Wu Xiaohan twisted the front half of Wei Qi's penis ninety degrees and placed it on the bench. In this way, the nails on both sides of the glans could be seen from above.

Wu Xiaohan did not remove the last nail, but picked up the socks on the sofa and stuffed them into Wei Qi's mouth. Then she stood on the bench.

The devilish woman stepped on Wei Qi's glans, which was still full of nails, with the sole of her shoe. This scene was already unbearable for me - it was so bloody that it was almost inhuman. Worse still, the soles of her shoes were covered in mud, which would likely cause an infection.

Wu Xiaohan pressed her weight down on the mud and began rubbing it. Blood continued to flow from the nail wound.

A muffled groan escaped his gagged mouth as he struggled desperately, but to no avail; tears finally streamed down his face again. Tears flowed down his cheeks, dripping from his chin onto Wu Xiaohan's shoes.

Wu Xiaohan continued to stomp on them, her feet rubbing and rotating. Wei Qi could no longer resist. He reached out and grabbed Wu Xiaohan's legs, which were clad in pajama pants, trying to pull them apart. Wu Xiaohan said calmly, "How dare you touch your master's legs? Hmph, you'll get a good electric shock later."

Wei Qi quickly let go. Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot and stomped it down heavily again. The thick, hard sole of her hiking boots ensured that her foot wouldn't be injured by the nail at all. Wei Qi's genitals, however, were a bloody mess, a gruesome sight—the red of the flesh, the bright red of the blood, the white of the wax, the charred black of the glans, the iron color of the nail, and even the brown of the mud brought up by Wu Xiaohan's shoes were all mixed together, making it almost impossible to identify what it was.

I was absolutely certain that Wei Qi would never be able to get an erection again. His corpus cavernosum couldn't possibly be undamaged.

Wei Qi instinctively tried to pull his genitals back, but the thickest nail was still firmly pinning the base of his penis to the bench. He then instinctively covered his genitals with his hands. Wu Xiaohan then stomped hard on his hand; as a result, the pain in his genitals didn't lessen much, and his hand also suffered. The pain in his hand made him instinctively pull his hand back, so Wu Xiaohan stomped directly on the bloody mess again. Finally, Wei Qi trembled and spat out the sock, pleading repeatedly, "Please, Master, let me go... Master is going to torture me again in a couple of days... Don't cripple me now."

Wu Xiaohan stepped on Wei Qi's penis with her right foot, lifted her left foot and placed it on top of her right, twisting the sole of her shoe with her full weight, destroying Wei Qi's genitals, and said, "Well, you dare to spit out Master's sock and let it fall to the ground without permission. Today you might get electrocuted to death."

After she finished speaking, she raised her foot and stomped down hard again. At this moment, Wei Qi actually fainted, falling backward and losing consciousness. As he fell, his penis was ripped open again by the thick nail, leaving a large, bloody hole.

Wu Xiaohan then got off the small stool and used gauze to stop the bleeding.

Wei Qi woke up shortly afterward. After waking up, he still had to face the pain of removing the nails. To reduce bleeding, Wu Xiaohan first used a rope to tighten around the base of Wei Qi's penis to reduce the bleeding before starting to remove the nails. Wu Xiaohan used pliers to pull out all thirty-eight nails from Wei Qi's genitals one by one. Some nails had already slipped halfway out from being trampled on, and could be easily pulled out; others were firmly embedded in Wei Qi's body, requiring considerable force to remove, causing Wei Qi to tremble in pain. However, each nail removed left a bleeding hole—especially the thickest one, from which blood practically gushed. The moment the nails were removed, Wei Qi felt an unprecedented sense of relief, and his eyes welled up with tears again.

Wu Xiaohan realized her shoes were dirty and said to Wei Qi, "Wait a minute, my shoes are covered in mud. I need to wash them clean to avoid infection."

She had Wei Qi crawl into the toilet, first washing his sores-ridden genitals with water, then rinsing them with alcohol. While rinsing with alcohol, Wei Qi was still gasping for breath in pain, but he didn't seem to be in much pain—perhaps he knew he had temporarily overcome the ordeal, so the temporary pain was no longer a concern.

After washing, Wei Qi pinched the base of his penis, and Wu Xiaohan pressed firmly on the entire penis with gauze. After several minutes, the bleeding finally stopped completely. Wei Qi remained motionless, sitting in the toilet pressing down on his poor penis.

Wu Xiaohan asked me to help clean up the bloodstains on the floor—after all, if Wei Qi moved now, he might bleed again; by the time he could move, the bloodstains on the floor would have dried and be difficult to clean.

After I dried the classroom floor, Wei Qi crawled out of the toilet and crawled to her. His penis was swollen beyond recognition, probably several times its original size—there was internal bleeding between the corpus cavernosum and the foreskin, especially near the glans, which was swollen and twisted. The bleeding had barely stopped, but the nail marks were still very obvious. The charred parts on the glans were probably beyond saving. Blisters had also formed on the burned areas on his hands.

Wu Xiaohan naturally extended the sole of her shoe towards Wei Qi, saying, "Look, the master's sole was already dirty. Not only did you not clean it, you made it even dirtier with blood."

"I'm sorry," Wei Qi didn't know what else to say. Wu

Xiaohan stretched out her foot, revealing the sole to Wei Qi. Wei Qi knew what he had to do. He stuck out his tongue and obediently began cleaning the bloodstains and dirt from Wu Xiaohan's sole.

Wei Qi had always genuinely admired and worshipped Wu Xiaohan's shoes and socks. This time, licking Wu Xiaohan's sole, he was as passionate as ever. His tongue nimbly roamed the sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe, reaching into the gaps of the black treads, scooping up the blood-stained dirt and swallowing it. After repeated and forceful licking, Wu Xiaohan finally cleaned the soles of her shoes thoroughly—only the black, hard plastic remained, covered in Wei Qi's saliva.

She went to the counter.

Before he crawled back onto the sofa, Wu Xiaohan gently stroked his face: "I was really too rough today. You've worked hard. Take a rest."

Wu Xiaohan then called me over and said, "Why don't you go buy some groceries yourself? I'll keep Wei Qi company. Buy some pig liver or something to replenish his blood; Wei Qi lost quite a bit of blood today."

When I returned from grocery shopping, Wu Xiaohan cooked for us herself. She said, "I don't trust either of you in cooking."

This time, she made Wei Qi kneel at her feet and fed him directly from a single pair of chopsticks. Wei Qi was as docile and obedient as a dog, his face beaming with happiness.

After dinner, I volunteered to wash the dishes, while Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa playing on her phone. Wei Qi knelt beside her, letting Wu Xiaohan put her bare feet on his shoulders.

I finished washing the dishes and returned to the living room. When Wu Xiaohan saw me come over after washing the dishes, she suddenly said, "Didn't I tell you twice this afternoon that Wei Qi should be punished properly?"

"Hmm... but Wei Qi suffered enough today, so let him off the hook."

"No rules, no order. Xu Yangdong, hand me the stun gun remote."

"Are you sure? He..."

"Are you sure. Of course, rewards and punishments should be clear. He really suffered today, so I gave him some good food and let him rest so he doesn't have to mop the floor anymore. But what he did wrong is wrong."

"Uh," I handed her the stun gun remote, still saying, "He was in so much pain that he passed out, so let's not be so demanding."

"Passing out from the pain isn't an excuse for him hugging my leg earlier, is it? Now that he dares to hug my leg directly with his hands, will he dare to touch my breasts in the future?"

Wei Qi knelt on the ground, not saying a word. Wu Xiaohan pulled her legs away from Wei Qi's shoulders, shook her slippers onto the floor, and sat back down on the sofa, hugging her legs. She asked Wei Qi, "Are you ready for your punishment?"

Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan pressed the button in her hand. Wei Qi let out a sharp cry, then seemed to have choked up, unable to make another sound. The electric shock made his whole body tense as he fell to his side on the floor. This time, Wu Xiaohan pressed the button for longer than before, a full four or five seconds. She finally released the button, and Wei Qi lay curled up on the floor, trembling and sobbing.

Wu Xiaohan didn't put down the remote: "Also, you wanted the master's socks, and the master gave them to you, but you dared to spit them out of your mouth and drop them on the ground. Shouldn't this be punished more severely?"

In Wei Qi's panic, she casually pressed the stun switch. Wei Qi's whole body trembled, her limbs suddenly stiffened, and she convulsed wildly on the ground for six or seven seconds before Wu Xiaohan released the button. Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, Wei Qi's tears flowed again.

Wu Xiaohan put on her slippers and, with her incredibly nimble little feet, wiped the tears from Wei Qi's face with the toe of her slippers. She said, "Alright, stop crying. Master promises not to hurt you again today, okay? Just remember this in the future and don't make Master unhappy again."

"Mmm," Wei Qi replied, sobbing.

"Master really hates being touched for no reason, even through clothes. Understand?"

"Yes."

"You see, even if a stranger touches me on the street or a colleague intentionally touches me at work, I would consider it sexual harassment. Let alone something as dirty and despicable as you?"

"Yes, I understand, Master. I won't do it again."

"However, you can touch me when Master allows you to. For example, right now... Master allows you to lie down and hug Master's feet for a while."

Wei Qi didn't expect that he could finally touch Wu Xiaohan's body—although Wu Xiaohan's feet were still in slippers, he could at least touch Wu Xiaohan's smooth ankles. He greedily cradled Wu Xiaohan's delicate feet in his arms, his tears instantly turning to laughter. A few seconds later, he happily pressed his face against her ankles.

Seeing the man beneath her so docile, Wu Xiaohan's face couldn't help but radiate happiness and satisfaction. She reminded Wei Qi, "You can only hug, not kiss."

"Mmm, Master, I won't dare kiss you."

Perhaps too tired, Wei Qi lay down on the ground, still holding Wu Xiaohan's feet, and fell asleep. Wu Xiaohan then took out her phone and started playing games.

I turned off the camera, walked back to sit next to Wu Xiaohan, and whispered to her, "I really admire you. You actually managed to make Wei Qi so obedient. And the relationship between you two is just so good."

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Thank you for the compliment. Wei Qi is indeed a good submissive. I just feel sorry for him; I'll be even more ruthless in the next few days."

Some drool had dripped onto the floor while Wei Qi was asleep. Fortunately, it wasn't on Wu Xiaohan's feet or slippers, otherwise, who knows what kind of punishment he would have suffered.

After sleeping for a long time, Wu Xiaohan gently kicked him awake and told him, "It's getting late, you should go to sleep. Put on the chastity lock first."

Taking the chastity lock, we realized that Wei Qi's genitals were so swollen that it was impossible to insert it. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan said, "Sigh, you can't wear the lock tonight. But I can't allow you to secretly touch your own penis, so tonight you'll have to make do with your hands." She then went into the discipline room and took out a cross-handcuff for later use.

Wei Qi crawled into the bathroom, lay down, and blissfully enjoyed Wu Xiaohan's "holy water." Then he obediently followed Wu Xiaohan's instructions, put his hands and feet behind his back, and let Wu Xiaohan handcuff his hands and feet together tightly with cross-handcuffs, also known as "hootie" [3]. In order to keep the wound on his lower body clean and breathable, Wu Xiaohan did not let Wei Qi lie face down, but let Wei Qi lie carefully on his side. She then locked Wei Qi's collar to the water pipe as usual, and finally locked Wei Qi in the dark.

Wu Xiaohan seemed to be in a good mood. She handed me the car keys and said, "You must be tired. Take the car keys and drive my car back to school. You can drive it back tomorrow morning. That way, you won't have to work so hard."

I took the keys, thanked her, went downstairs, and drove Wu Xiaohan's car back to school.

I was reluctant to let people see that I was driving back to school, to avoid any misunderstandings; fortunately, there weren't many people at school at night, so I didn't need to worry too much.

Parking at school at night wasn't expensive either—at least it was cheaper than taking a taxi back to school.

[1] Some people have played with burning the glans in SM, although it can indeed cause serious, even permanent, damage. See this picture.

[2] See this picture.

[3] The effect of using the cross-handcuffs is shown in the figure below (the figure shows a female victim).

On Monday morning, July 17

, Wu Xiaohan still fed Wei Qi his morning urine. Wei Qi's hands and feet were still locked together with the cross-handcuffs. He could not lie down on his back and could only lie on his side with his head turned and his mouth wide open to receive the holy water. But now he had no disgust at all. He only enjoyed and cherished the holy water coming out of Wu Xiaohan's body. After feeding him dog food, Wu Xiaohan and I went out together.

In the evening, after I finished eating, I took the bus to Wu Xiaohan's house. She came home a little late, and I waited for her for a while.

She went into the toilet and first untied the cross-handcuffs that had been locked on Wei Qi's back for more than 20 hours. Poor Wei Qi's limbs were sore and numb that it took a lot of effort to stretch them out.

Wu Xiaohan didn't unlock Wei Qi's collar; instead, she made him lie down. "Good dog," she said, "Master deliberately held back from going to the bathroom at the company today, saving the gold to feed you when we get back."

Wu Xiaohan lifted her skirt and took off the pink underwear she had changed into yesterday.

Wei Qi weakly opened his mouth. This time, Wu Xiaohan didn't consider Wei Qi's swallowing speed and defecated four pieces of feces into his mouth.

The feces piled up high from Wei Qi's mouth, covering his face and even falling to the ground. Wei Qi struggled to eat Wu Xiaohan's feces, even using his tongue to scoop up the feces from his face. It's clear that he's starting to get used to the smell of Wu Xiaohan's poop—but he still can't enjoy it and just has to endure it painfully.

Wu Xiaohan had no intention of staying in the stench any longer. She grabbed some dog food and scattered it directly onto the poop on the floor, saying to Wei Qi, "There's still some left on the floor, so eat it with your dinner tonight. Rinse your mouth and wash your face at least three times after you finish, make sure you're clean before you come out."

Wei Qi crawled onto the sofa to Wu Xiaohan's side. Wu Xiaohan first had Wei Qi lick her dirty high heels clean.

Wei Qi carefully licked the dust off the soles of her shoes, indiscriminately putting it into his mouth.

Incredibly, Wei Qi's almost completely destroyed penis actually became slightly erect again.

"My God, Wei Qi, you can still get hard... Should I admire your penis's tenacious vitality, or regret not stomping harder yesterday?"

Wei Qi said, focusing solely on licking the sole of the shoe. Wu Xiaohan continued, "And, is it that the master's sole is too sexy for you, or have you been suppressed for too long? Is the master's sole really that wonderful to you?"

This teasing made Wei Qi uncontrollably even harder. His swollen penis was stretched even more contorted by the remaining erectile ability of the corpus cavernosum. The blood flow from the erection further aggravated his still-present internal bleeding, and the deformation caused by the erection tore at his penis. Blood was seeping from the charred wound around his glans.

"Wei Qi, just how despicable are you? You're almost broken by your master's abuse, and the sole of his shoe still makes you get an erection despite the bleeding. Sigh." Wu Xiaohan's verbal humiliation was simply continuing to destroy Wei Qi's pitifully mangled penis.

Before he could bleed out completely, Wei Qi licked the sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe clean and changed her into slippers.

Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to bring her the remaining needles. She pulled out the needle and said, "You brought so many needles, it seems you won't use them all. Your penis is so swollen, it looks like it can't withstand any more torture. So we'll have to use them on other parts. Let's start with your nipples today."

Wei Qi knelt in front of Wu Xiaohan, presenting his chest to her. Wu Xiaohan began threading the needle—male nipples are naturally not as delicate as female nipples, but they are just as sensitive. As the needle went in, Wei Qi groaned slightly. But judging from his expression, his nipples were not as sensitive and fragile as his glans—he remained calm even after receiving more than ten needles on each nipple, and didn't even tremble in pain.

Wu Xiaohan wouldn't be satisfied with this—she decided to work on Wei Qi's fingers. To prevent Wei Qi from moving around, she made him kneel, just like yesterday, and nailed the base of his thumbs to the two corners of the bench. The wounds from the previous two nail punctures on his hands hadn't healed before being pierced a third time right next to them. This time, in addition to the base of his thumbs, Wu Xiaohan also nailed the flesh between the bases of his middle and ring fingers, securing them to the bench. With these four nails, Wei Qi's hands were firmly immobilized.

She then sat astride the bench, facing Wei Qi, preparing to begin.

The first needle pierced the tip of Wei Qi's thumb. As soon as the needle went in, Wei Qi cried out in pain. After all, the fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain of the needles piercing the delicate muscles of Wei Qi's fingers far exceeded the experience of his nipples being pierced.

Then came his index finger—the excruciating pain persisted, and Wei Qi gritted his teeth, unable to suppress a whimper.

In the end, all ten of his fingers had been pierced by needles. Wu Xiaohan, however, still did not let up on Wei Qi, who was already covered in sweat—Wu Xiaohan inserted a second needle, a third needle, into the tip of each finger... She continued to torture Wei Qi in this way.

Wei Qi was in so much pain again that he could barely speak. He cried out intermittently, weakly trying to beg for mercy: "Master...how many needles... do you want?"

"At least use up this box of needles," Wu Xiaohan said. "Be good, okay? Don't force Master to open a second box."

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere until each finger had six needles.

Wu Xiaohan looked at the box—there were still more than ten needles left in the box of 100 needles. She then threaded the remaining needles near Wei Qi's nipples, thus using up all the needles.

Wu Xiaohan then had Wei Qi fetch her pair of wedge-heeled ankle boots. Wei Qi's hands were nailed to the bench, forcing him to kneel. His knees moved forward in tiny increments, his legs propelling the bench along with him. He laboriously made his way to the shoe cabinet. With the bench in front of him, he couldn't bend over, so he carefully lay down on his side, picked up the boots with his mouth, and then struggled to kneel again, using his elbows for support. He crawled back to Wu Xiaohan, carefully lying down again to help her put the shoes on.

With difficulty, Wei Qi used his mouth to slip the black boots onto Wu Xiaohan's flesh-colored stockings. The boots were simple and beautiful, with soles about three or four centimeters thick on average. The black leather tightly wrapped around Wu Xiaohan's feet, only revealing her legs above the ankles. Wu Xiaohan made Wei Qi kneel down, and then she stood on the bench. I then realized that Wu Xiaohan had chosen these shoes because the soles were thick enough that she wouldn't have to worry about a needle puncturing her feet when she stepped on them. Poor Wei Qi clearly realized this as well; he looked up at his goddess—the earthly devil—with a terrified expression. Wu Xiaohan's downcast gaze met his terrified gaze, she smiled lightly, and gently stepped on Wei Qi's index finger with the tip of her boot. Wei Qi shuddered in pain, his face contorting in agony. Wu Xiaohan slowly pressed down, until Wei Qi cried out in pain, then she lifted her foot.

Clearly, she didn't intend to inflict maximum pain from the start, but rather to gradually increase Wei Qi's suffering. She began to stomp on his middle finger. Blood flowed from Wei Qi's stomped index finger, and the needle inside was bent. The pain of his middle finger being crushed caused him to beg for mercy again—and Wu Xiaohan hadn't even used much force yet. Hearing the pleas, Wu Xiaohan actually lifted her foot—Wei Qi seized this rare few seconds to rest, panting heavily.

Wu Xiaohan casually said, "Your right hand hurts? How about I stomp on your left?" This time she crossed her foot, her boot simultaneously stomping on the tips of all five fingers of Wei Qi's left hand. Wu Xiaohan gradually increased the pressure until Wei Qi trembled all over, tears welling up in his eyes. I already knew that Wei Qi's tears would have no effect on the female demon. Wu Xiaohan continued to stomp down, then lifted her other foot, pressing her entire weight onto Wei Qi's poor fingers. Wei Qi was in so much pain he was about to faint—but she still didn't loosen her grip. Instead, she bent and straightened her knees a few times, using her momentum to increase the force of her stomp on Wei Qi's fingers.

Wu Xiaohan finally lifted her foot, revealing Wei Qi's bleeding and trembling left hand. Before Wei Qi could even catch his breath, Wu Xiaohan immediately stomped her foot down again. Poor Wei Qi let out a loud wail—before the sound subsided, Wu Xiaohan stomped on him again. I could even see the needle tip piercing the sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe. As Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot, the needle pulled at Wei Qi's injured finger until the force was so great that she pulled the needle out of Wu Xiaohan's shoe.

Wu Xiaohan finally noticed the tears on Wei Qi's face. She reached out and gently touched Wei Qi's face with her fingers. Just as I thought she was going to show pity like last time, she slapped Wei Qi across the face: "All you do is cry all day. You're so easily brought to tears, you're useless."

Wei Qi murmured, "I'm sorry, I'm useless... I really can't take it, it hurts too much..." Wu Xiaohan simply placed her foot on his right hand again, slowly increasing the pressure, while asking, "Does it really hurt?"

"Yeah," Wei Qi replied.

"Don't you like pain?"

"I don't really like my hands hurting..."

"Do you think you have the right to choose?"

"No... no."

"Good that you know no." Wu Xiaohan said, twisting and rotating her foot, creating pain and trauma.

Wu Xiaohan said, "Look, before you were only allowed to touch Master's shoes with your mouth, but now you're allowed to touch them with your hands. Shouldn't you thank Master?"

"Thank... thank you Master." Wei Qi squeezed out these words with difficulty from his clenched teeth.

Yes, Wei Qi's hands were now trampled and mangled beyond recognition by Wu Xiaohan's boots; while what he longed for most—Wu Xiaohan's feet—was safely protected inside. How he desperately wanted to touch Wu Xiaohan's feet with his fingers, even to hold them in his hands, but she wouldn't give him that chance. Separated by the sole of her shoe, one side was heaven, the other hell; even the blood splattering from Wei Qi's hands was blocked by Wu Xiaohan's shoes, preventing him from getting close to Wu Xiaohan's smooth, jade-like feet.

I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. Normally, Wei Qi was only allowed to touch Wu Xiaohan's shoes with his mouth, never with his hands. The first time Wu Xiaohan had the chance to step on his hand was in this brutally cruel way. And me, last Saturday when we went hiking, I had let Wu Xiaohan gently step on my hand—she even felt a little guilty at the time.

Finally, Wu Xiaohan decided to let Wei Qi go. She got off the bench, straddled it, and began to remove the needles from Wei Qi's fingers. Wei Qi trembled and groaned as Wu Xiaohan pulled the needles out one by one. With each needle she removed, blood oozed from the puncture site. Finally, after finishing with the needles, Wu Xiaohan quickly grabbed some gauze and wrapped it around each of Wei Qi's fingertips to

stop the bleeding. Then, Wu Xiaohan used a claw hammer to remove the four nails from his hand. Blood flowed from the holes left by the nails—though not much. Wu Xiaohan sat back down on the sofa, and Wei Qi also got off the stool and knelt in front of Wu Xiaohan, letting her remove the needles from his nipples. Removing the needles from the nipples seemed more difficult, but it didn't cause Wei Qi too much pain.

After all the needles were removed from his body, Wei Qi, his eyes red from crying, collapsed to the ground. Wu Xiaohan didn't demand that he kneel down. Instead, she held her boots to his mouth and said coquettishly, "Look at you! You've got your master's boots all covered in blood. They're filthy!"

"I'm sorry, master. I'll lick them clean for you," he said, sticking out his tongue and licking the soles of Wu Xiaohan's boots.

Seeing Wei Qi being so obedient, Wu Xiaohan smiled sweetly.

After Wei Qi obediently licked the soles of Wu Xiaohan's shoes clean, Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi hold a wet wipe in his mouth and use it to wipe the surface of her shoes clean. Finally, he took off Wu Xiaohan's boots and put them back in the shoe cabinet.

Wu Xiaohan said, "It's been a full six days, 144 hours. The padlock on your foot should be securely fastened by now, and the wound should have healed. Now, we can proceed to the next step."

She went to the restroom, picked up her keychain, used it to unlock the padlock on Wei Qi's foot, and then turned and went into the adjustment room.

Wu Xiaohan called me into the adjustment room as well. When I went in, I saw two huge, spiked iron balls in the cabinet—just like the large iron ball on the meteor hammer; the iron balls were at least twenty or thirty centimeters in diameter, and the spikes on them looked very sharp.

She asked me to help carry the iron balls out. I saw that the iron balls were covered in spikes, and at first I didn't know where to start; then I noticed that one of the spikes had a round hanging ring that could be used to lift it. I picked up the iron balls and started walking. Each iron ball probably weighed more than ten kilograms, incredibly heavy. It took me a lot of effort to lift them.

I carried the iron balls to the edge of the sofa. Wu Xiaohan locked the round ring on the iron ball to the padlock under Wei Qi's feet. With a click, the padlock was fastened again, and the iron balls were firmly locked to Wei Qi's feet.

Wu Xiaohan explained, "Before, I saw you stand up on your tiptoes—even though it was for taking a bath, I didn't say anything; I also saw you tiptoe when you were crawling on your knees. Now, with this iron ball under your feet, that's impossible anymore. From now on, you can only kneel properly."

Indeed, with that large iron ball under his feet, it was impossible for Wei Qi to stand up on his tiptoes or heels, even if he wanted to endure the pain.

And Wei Qi's previous practice of kneeling on his tiptoes and using his hands to support himself on the ground, so that his knees were not under pressure or even lifted off the ground, was no longer possible. Because the iron ball was big enough, he simply couldn't stand on his tiptoes; he could only kneel with the backs of his feet on the ground and the soles of his feet facing upwards.

Wu Xiaohan instructed Wei Qi, "Alright, crawl around the living room on your knees. Let me see how it goes."

Wei Qi obediently began to crawl. The iron balls tugged at the padlock, stretching the flesh on the soles of Wei Qi's feet, creating a large bulge. The combined weight of the two iron balls, over thirty kilograms, made it very difficult for Wei Qi to crawl. The pain from the stretched flesh on his feet made him grit his teeth.

He was constantly careful, because if his foot wobbled even slightly, the spikes on the iron balls would pierce his soles.

Wu Xiaohan was satisfied. She decided to end the night there. She had Wei Qi crawl into the bathroom and fed him the holy water he had longed for.

When Wu Xiaohan put the cross-handcuffs on Wei Qi, he was lying on his side—because of the weights, it was impossible for him to stick his legs up behind his back while lying face down. After the cross-

handcuffs were in place, Wu Xiaohan locked his collar back to the water pipe. Poor Wei Qi could neither move nor dare to move.

Wu Xiaohan and I walked out of the bathroom together. She closed the bathroom door, told me to continue driving her car back to school, and took the car keys out of her bag and handed them to me.

I thanked her and left, driving back to school.

Lying on my dormitory bed, thinking of Wu Xiaohan's delicate and clean little feet in her flesh-colored stockings, I shamelessly got an erection. Perhaps I'd grown accustomed to seeing Wei Qi kneeling before her, taking off her shoes, I even fantasized about kneeling before Wu Xiaohan and using my mouth to remove her shoes—and couldn't help but masturbate to this fantasy.

After ejaculating, I succumbed to endless self-reproach. This was the first time I'd ever fantasized about Wu Xiaohan while masturbating—for five years, even though I thought of Wu Xiaohan day and night, I'd never had the heart to think of her while masturbating. Before, I always felt that fantasizing about Wu Xiaohan was defiling her, betraying her kindness, insulting my goddess, and tainting my feelings for her. I wouldn't allow myself to connect the sacred image of her with the defiled half of my heart. But today, I actually shattered all of that, letting myself defile my love for Wu Xiaohan. Lying in bed, I felt utterly ashamed.

If Wu Xiaohan knew I had such inappropriate thoughts about her, she would never want to talk to this narcissistic pervert again. But even if she didn't know, I still couldn't forgive myself.

In my sleeplessness, I gradually recovered from my guilt, comforting myself: I didn't dare fantasize about having sex with her, I didn't dare fantasize about kissing her passionately; I only fantasized about taking off her shoes. I didn't even dare fantasize about touching Wu Xiaohan's feet—I knew Wu Xiaohan wouldn't allow Wei Qi to touch her feet, and she had no reason to allow me to. Just fantasizing about touching her shoes with my lips—could that not be considered a defilement?

"Senior Xiaohan, will you forgive me?"

Torn by these thoughts, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

On Tuesday, July 18th,

I drove to Wu Xiaohan's apartment building, called her, and went upstairs to wait for her to open the door—everything was the same as before.

When Wu Xiaohan fed Wei Qi the "holy water," Wei Qi's expression was even more enjoyable than before.

Wu Xiaohan then asked him, "Master's morning urine is so dark, why do you seem to like it more than the nighttime urine?"

"The more bitter it is, the more I feel like drinking holy water. After all, it's Master's taste; the stronger the flavor, the better I like it."

"Pervert!" Wu Xiaohan teased.

Wu Xiaohan and I left her house together; I went back to school, and she went to work.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask Wu Xiaohan, "Senior Xiaohan, honestly, do you genuinely think Wei Qi is despicable? At first, I thought you were just deliberately humiliating him for the sake of the SM atmosphere, but now it seems like you really see him as an extremely despicable... uh... thing." "

No. How could I be so stupid? Of course I know he's just an ordinary person. It's just that, in order to keep everything going, it has to be this way."

"Then... you still enjoy him acting extremely despicable in front of you, while you act all high and mighty?"

"Actually, I don't particularly like it. As a sadist, what I enjoy most is watching him struggle and beg for mercy as I torture him. It's just that he likes being humiliated. Besides, how can I let him obediently suffer my torment without establishing my superior position?"

"Hmm... Senior is right."

That evening, I went to her house to meet her again.

As soon as she entered the house, she went to the bathroom.

Wu Xiaohan removed Wei Qi's handcuffs and chains, then squatted down. Wei Qi quickly lay down under her, his mouth wide open. Wu Xiaohan lifted her skirt and said, "Today, I held it in so much that my stomach hurt. I've been needing to pee all the way here, sigh."

Wei Qi said, "Thank you, Master, for being so kind to me. You've worked so hard, Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large piece of yellow feces fell into Wei Qi's mouth. Wu Xiaohan had indeed been holding it in for a long time, and before Wei Qi could even swallow, she expelled several more pieces of feces. The feces filled his mouth, covered his face completely, and even some fell onto the ground.

Wu Xiaohan finally felt relieved.

Wei Qi's face was buried in the foul-smelling feces, and he struggled to swallow the remnants expelled from Wu Xiaohan's body. Even Wu Xiaohan herself found it smelly. After wiping her bottom, she picked up Wei Qi's food bowl and got up to leave. I followed Wu Xiaohan out, leaving Wei Qi alone in the toilet to eat feces and clean himself.

She told me to pour Wei Qi's dog food and water. After Wei Qi finished eating, he cleaned himself up and crawled out to enjoy his dinner.

Wu Xiaohan didn't change her shoes. She waited until Wei Qi finished eating before stretching out her foot towards him: "Alright, lick the sole of your shoe for your master."

But this time, Wu Xiaohan didn't point the sole directly at Wei Qi; instead, her foot was almost flat, heel on the ground, with only the toe slightly raised. Wei Qi had to lower his head very, very low to lick between the shoe and the ground.

Wu Xiaohan still made Wei Qi stick out his tongue for her to see—and Wei Qi's tongue was indeed licked dirty again. Then, Wu Xiaohan lowered her shoe to the ground, with the heel slightly raised: "Alright, lick the bottom of my heel."

Wei Qi stuck his tongue in and licked it a few times, then realized that Wu Xiaohan had lowered her heel and stepped on his tongue.

With his tongue stepped on, he could only try to remind Wu Xiaohan in a muffled voice: "Master, you stepped on my tongue."

Wu Xiaohan didn't let go; instead, she stood up and pressed her heel even harder against Wei Qi's tongue: "Is that so? Isn't your tongue just for your master to step on?"

Wei Qi's tongue was in excruciating pain, and he couldn't speak, only groaning in pain.

Wu Xiaohan twisted her heel, which was pressing against Wei Qi's tongue, and asked, "What's wrong? Why aren't you answering? Do you disagree?"

She continued to twist and grind her heel against Wei Qi's tongue, saying, "It feels so good for Master to step on your tongue, why don't you agree to Master stepping on it?"

He mumbled a few words, but no one could hear them clearly. Wu Xiaohan simply lifted her other foot, putting all her weight on Wei Qi's tongue. Ignoring Wei Qi's agonizing screams, she continued, "Hmm? You don't like Master stepping on your tongue?"

Wu Xiaohan finally lifted her heel. A little blood slowly seeped from Wei Qi's tongue. After a few seconds, he replied, "No, Master. If Master wants to step on me, then step on me."

Wu Xiaohan continued to ask Wei Qi, "Do you genuinely want to be stepped on by Master, or are you just saying this because you're afraid of being punished?"

I knew that Wei Qi must be afraid of being punished to say that. After all, Wei Qi didn't like experiencing pain in any area other than his genitals.

But Wei Qi knew he could only give the answer Wu Xiaohan wanted to hear: "I really want to be stepped on by Master."

Hearing this satisfactory answer, Wu Xiaohan said, "Then Master will step on your tongue properly again. But you know, if Master wants to properly step on a particular part of you, he has to nail it down first..."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qi proactively said, "Master, I'll go get the hammer and nails."

Since resistance was useless, he might as well try to please his master; perhaps she would treat him better.

"Good boy," Wu Xiaohan said, "Take them out and step on them in the living room. Also, take out the little stool."

Wei Qi found everything, knelt down, lowered his head, and placed his tongue on the stool. Wu Xiaohan picked up the claw hammer and skillfully hammered the nails into the base of Wei Qi's tongue. When the nail pierced Wei Qi's tongue, Wei Qi let out a scream, but because his tongue was nailed, the sound was particularly distorted.

Enduring the excruciating pain of the nail piercing his tongue, Wei Qi breathed heavily.

Wu Xiaohan nimbly climbed onto the stool, preparing to begin her attack.

Her black heel pressed down on the tip of Wei Qi's tongue, increasing pressure and twisting. After stepping on so many parts of Wei Qi's body, Wu Xiaohan had become adept and rhythmic. Wei Qi began to groan, tremble, and contort—all of this was something the three of us had already anticipated.

We also expected that Wu Xiaohan's cruel heel would surely make Wei Qi cry out in pain. Therefore, Wu Xiaohan warned Wei Qi beforehand: "I know you're going to cry again soon, you useless piece of trash. But today you'd better hold back, hold back until you can't hold back anymore. If you're a man, don't cry. If you dare to cry, I'll cut your tongue off, understand?"

Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan continued, "If you don't cry until the very end, your master will reward you. Of course, in that case, your tongue tip might be crushed and rotten by your master—but that's better than having your whole tongue cut off, right?"

Wu Xiaohan raised her head and stopped looking at Wei Qi. Relying on the feeling in her feet, she skillfully pressed her heel against different parts of Wei Qi's tongue, adding force, twisting, and then pressing her entire body weight down on it...

Wei Qi trembled all over, large drops of sweat dripping onto the ground. His tongue was already covered in blood. But he still forced himself to hold back his tears.

Wu Xiaohan knew it was time to move on to the next step. She lifted her foot and stomped her heel heavily onto Wei Qi's tongue. The instantaneous impact ruptured blood vessels, tore flesh, and utterly destroyed his tongue.

She stomped several more times violently. Wei Qi screamed, tears already streaming from the corners of his eyes. But he kept his eyes tightly closed, forcefully holding back the tears that flowed instinctively.

Wu Xiaohan lowered her head and wiped the corners of Wei Qi's eyes with her fingers, saying, "You little bastard, it seems you're still crying."

Wei Qi repeatedly denied it, saying in a muffled voice, "No... I'm not crying."

"Then what's that in the corners of your eyes?"

"Sweat." Wei Qi's voice was indistinct.

Wu Xiaohan straightened up, raised her right foot, and stomped heavily on Wei Qi's tongue with her heel, saying, "Hmm? Still dare to lie to your master now?"

Wei Qi mumbled something incoherently, but this did not stop Wu Xiaohan's cruelty. She jumped up, and when she landed, her heel struck the center of his tongue precisely. Blood gushed out again from the mangled tongue.

Wu Xiaohan jumped twice more—this time, amidst incessant screams and convulsions, Wei Qi's tears finally overflowed along with the blood on his tongue.

Wu Xiaohan stepped down from the stool, placed her finger on Wei Qi's cheek, and said, "So, this is still sweat?"

Wei Qi did not speak. He must have been thinking, why didn't he faint? Why couldn't he faint from the pain again? If he had fainted, perhaps he wouldn't have cried.

Seeing that Wei Qi's tongue was bleeding profusely, Wu Xiaohan covered it with gauze and told Wei Qi to press on the base of his tongue to stop the bleeding.

Wu Xiaohan comforted Wei Qi, "It's alright. Master knows you've tried your best. Master won't cut off your tongue."

Wei Qi's eyes lit up. Wu Xiaohan continued, "You still need to keep your tongue to taste your master's gold and holy water, I can't cut it off now."

The bleeding from Wei Qi's tongue stopped, and when he removed the gauze, I saw that even though the bleeding had stopped, his tongue was riddled with holes; and the nail piercing the root of his tongue was still in place.

Wu Xiaohan then gently spat a glistening saliva onto Wei Qi's nailed tongue: "Come on, your master will give you a French kiss. Can your tongue still taste your master's saliva?"

Wei Qi nodded slightly, uttering a word that sounded like "sweet."

"Nonsense, human saliva clearly has no taste," Wu Xiaohan said arrogantly.

She finally removed the nails from Wei Qi's body and let him rest by her feet.

Wu Xiaohan decided to stop there for the day—there was really nothing left to torture Wei Qi with; his hands, tongue, nipples, and genitals were covered in nail and needle wounds, and his skin was covered in whip marks.

She took out her laptop to check her work emails and asked if I wanted to go back first. I saw that there wasn't much more to film, so I decided to go back to school. As usual, she gave me the car keys and told me that she might have to go on a business trip tomorrow and would let me know the details in the morning.

I returned to my dormitory, lay comfortably on my bed, and looked at Wei Qi's empty bed across from me, wondering how much pain Wei Qi would have to endure tonight, how he would suffer through the night on the cold, hard floor.

On Thursday, March 23rd,

I was quite surprised to see Wei Qi wearing a chastity lock in the dormitory bathroom.

The graduate student apartments at the university are all two-person rooms with private bathrooms—my roommate is Wei Qi. Today, I had just returned to the dormitory to get some things after leaving home, and to my surprise, when I opened the bathroom door, I saw Wei Qi carefully cleaning the grime from his chastity lock. I knew Wei Qi was interested in these strange things, but I didn't expect him to actually be playing with it. I also knew about chastity locks, but the all-metal one he was wearing seemed smaller than any of the CB-3000 or similar locks I'd seen before.

He stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do. With a "the more the merrier" attitude, I jokingly remarked, "Wow, this is funny, he even put a lock on it." Then I turned and left, closing the door to avoid further embarrassment.

Thinking back, Wei Qi was really quite an interesting person. I was already in my third year of graduate school after being accepted into the same university, while he was a freshman from another university. We were both graduate students in the civil engineering department, but he focused on geotechnical mechanics, and I focused on structural mechanics. Our labs were located in opposite corners of the campus, so we didn't see each other often except in our dorms. He came from a fairly well-off family, and although he wasn't particularly handsome, he was quite good-looking for an engineering department like civil engineering. Plus, he was 1.8 meters tall, so he must have had no shortage of girls who liked him; however, Wei Qi was inexplicably still single.

He actually brought a chastity belt, something I'd only ever seen occasionally in porn, which completely surprised me. I did recall that he'd just moved into the dorm a couple of minutes earlier, and when he copied porn from my place to watch, he happened to be watching a video of a female S exercising chastity control and discipline on a male M. At the time, he'd said, "So you like this kind of AV too?"

I'd only just learned about chastity belts myself, but not wanting to seem ignorant, I replied, "A little interested. I have several similar ones here, do you want them?"

Wei Qi then copied a whole series of porn. Besides chastity control, those videos also included scenes of whipping, even drawing blood—I initially found them quite graphic and hard to accept. I don't know if Wei Qi watched them all after copying them back.

Perhaps it's just male nature to be interested in erotic things, but I spent the whole day imagining whether Wei Qi had found a girl to put a chastity belt on him. Finding a girlfriend wouldn't be difficult for Wei Qi; however, playing around with chastity control is rather intriguing.

If he didn't have a girlfriend, did he buy a chastity belt on Taobao, try it out, and then give the key to someone else? Although I had this thought out of curiosity, I would never actually dare to put it into practice.

I decided to go back to the dorm tonight and ask him what he was up to.

When I got back to the dorm that night, Wei Qi was already in the room. I didn't say anything until we turned off the lights and lay down on the bed, then I asked Wei Qi, "Want to tell me your story about the chastity lock?"

Wei Qi was obviously embarrassed and awkwardly replied, "Uh... I bought it."

That answer was obviously too brief. I continued, "How long have you kept it locked?"

He replied, "From last Sunday until now, a little over four days."

"How does it feel?"

"Uh... I can't sleep well at night at all... I often wake up in pain. Morning erections are especially painful."

I continued, "So, you had the key in your own hand? No keyholder?"

"Yeah, that's right..."

"Impossible. If you had the key yourself, you would have opened it and cleaned it yourself. There's no need to clean it like this morning." I was that blunt when pointing out the flaw.

Wei Qi stammered, "I...really..."

I interrupted him, "Tell me. Did you find a girl to keep for you? It's okay to say, I'm even thinking of trying it out myself."

"Actually...I found a female Dom. You know what I mean, right?"

"Wow...did you find her online? Or did you already know her?"

"Uh...we met in a group chat."

"She's not charging, is she?"

"Uh. She really is charging."

"You mean one of those who charge hundreds of dollars an hour? I've only heard about that from others before..."

"No. She's not one of those professional Doms who makes a living by being a Dom..."

"Then what is she?"

"Well... she's not short of money. She said the fee is to filter out some low-quality male subs. She's selective about her subs; she only takes those who suit her taste, and each session lasts a week or even a month..."

"That's amazing?"

"Yeah. She said she only meets two or three subs a year, some of whom come from out of town after they hit it off. And she said the fee is probably just enough to cover her setup, equipment, and stuff."

"That's high-end, Wei Qi." "

Haha, by the way, she said she's a senior from our school."

"Holy crap! That's great. That's definitely better than those so-called female S or whatever they come from. But, didn't you say she wants to play with them for a week at a time?"

"So at first, I just went to her place and chatted with her in person. We got along pretty well, and we both decided to give it a try. We did a few basic things there, and then she immediately pulled out a brand new chastity lock and made me put it on, saying it was to test me for three months. If I decided I wanted to play around during the holidays, I could come back to her place and be imprisoned for a week or two." "

Wow! Looks like she's really not short of money, just handing you a lock like that."

"Hahahaha. Speaking of which, Dong-ge, why don't you help me film it? You don't have to stay in the lab every day during the holidays anyway. I wanted to make a video to remember the trip."

I thought this was a bit unreliable, so I asked, "Would she agree to be filmed?"

"She should agree, since she doesn't need to show her face. I'll ask her again."

"Great! I have no reason not to take advantage of a free live AV screening."

"My tastes might be a bit more extreme than you imagine, so don't be shocked when you see it."

Hearing Wei Qi say this, I started to look forward to it.

On Saturday night, May 8th,

lying in bed, Wei Qi told me that he was going to see his BDSM partner again the next day.

"She wants me to go to her place to see if I'm keeping it locked up properly."

Actually, Wei Qi never took off the chastity lock he wore—I could clearly see it even through his underwear. So, he should be able to satisfy his master, right?

I asked him, "I heard that wearing a penis lock for a long time can make your penis smaller. Have you noticed that?"

He said, "A little bit. But I can't get a full erection with the lock on, so I don't know if the size when I do get hard will also decrease. But... it's really uncomfortable." "

If it gets smaller, will you regret it?"

"It's okay. I heard it won't get much smaller."

I still couldn't help but ask, "How have you managed to get through this past month? You really haven't masturbated at all?"

"No, how could I masturbate with this on? I didn't even dare to get hard, otherwise it would hurt. But I'm used to it now, even my morning erections have basically disappeared..." "

Are you still not sleeping well every day?"

"It's a little better, but I still wake up frequently."

"Oh, okay, go to sleep now. Remember to tell me what you did when you come back tomorrow."

On Sunday, May 9th,

Wei Qi left home at noon and didn't return to his dormitory until after 8 PM.

As soon as he entered the dormitory, he sat down on his bed. I asked him curiously, "Tell me, what did you do there?"

"Uh...she unlocked the door for me and then used her shoe to make me hard. I thought she was going to let me ejaculate. But she told me not to, and then she took out an even smaller lock and locked it, saying it was to make my penis smaller and less useful."

"Hahaha, bro, you're so unlucky. She has so many tricks up her sleeve. Did you do anything else? Like...uh...foot fetish or something?"

"After she finished with me, she made me lick her shoes clean. Nothing else."

"Didn't she make you kneel in front of her?"

"Of course I knelt. I had to kneel from the moment I walked in."

"Oh, okay. Did you enjoy it?"

"It's alright," Wei Qi said, but his tone revealed that he was actually quite satisfied with today's meeting.

"So you're definitely going to her place for the summer?" I continued to ask.

"Yeah. I even told her to let you record it. She agreed."

"She really agreed? Okay, I'll go then."

I thought for a moment, then asked, "By the way, do you have any information about her? I want to see what kind of person she is." "

It's described on her fetlife page, I'll find it and you can see for yourself."

I took his phone and looked at it. Besides words that all sadists use, like "stripping you of your dignity" and "releasing your nature," there was also a sentence like this: "It won't cause you permanent serious harm, but there are absolutely no taboos. I want to find the most extreme, unrestricted masochist—no safe words, no bottom lines, let me use all means to completely destroy you, make you wish you were dead." It really sounded vicious.

Remembering that Wei Qi mentioned the female s was a graduate of our school, it made things even more interesting—our school actually produced such a heavy-handed female s. I definitely have to go see her during summer vacation.

July 6th, Thursday

. Summer vacation is almost here. Wei Qi has also confirmed that he will be staying in that female s's dungeon for two whole weeks. The final confirmed time is next Tuesday evening.

He has already received many packages, saying he bought things to take with him. He won't show me; he just opened the outermost cardboard box and stuffed it, inner packaging and all, directly into his suitcase. I scolded him for being mysterious, but I couldn't help but become more and more excited.

We agreed that he would be completely imprisoned there for two weeks, but I could go back to my dorm to sleep every night. I would only go back there when they were really "training" me.

Wei Qi said that the video quality from his phone was too bad, so he considered renting a professional camera from a video equipment rental place. We checked online, and the daily rental wasn't cheap; renting it for two weeks would cost several thousand yuan. So, he simply spent over 20,000 yuan to buy a second-hand professional camera kit and a tripod, saying, "At worst, I can just sell it after filming; I won't lose much money." As a poor graduate student, I could only sincerely admire his extravagance.

After getting the camera Wei Qi bought me, I fiddled with it for a while before finally learning how to use it. Luckily, I had a lot of experience using DSLRs before, so it wasn't too difficult. Since Wei Qi had prepared such good equipment, I decided to carefully capture every moment for him.

So, in just a few days, I could witness SM live.

Tuesday, July 11th.

Finally, that evening, Wei Qi dragged a large suitcase, and I carried the camera he bought. We left the school together. The school was located in the west of the city, but we headed further west. I followed Wei Qi all the way to a rather luxurious-looking residential area on the outskirts of the city, "Songtao Yalu".

Entering the residential area, I followed Wei Qi into a building. When we reached the third floor, Wei Qi gently knocked on the door. I was a little nervous—this was the first time I'd ever met a real female s. How should I greet her?

Before I could think too much, the door opened. The moment I saw who opened the door, I was stunned. The woman in front of me was Wu Xiaohan—the goddess I had pursued when I first entered university. Although it had been four or five years since we last met, her beautiful face was still the same as it had been back then; I recognized her at a glance. When Wei Qi told me that his female s was a senior at our school, I never imagined that this "senior" might actually be her.

That year, after I entered university, I joined the school's orienteering club. Orienteering was a very niche sport at the school, so the club had very few members and not many activities. I met Wu Xiaohan on my first hiking trip to the countryside organized by the association. She wasn't tall, but she was slender and had delicate features. However, she wasn't the kind of girl who was aloof and intimidating. On the contrary, with her shoulder-length short hair, she appeared lively and cute.

As a civil engineering student, I rarely had the opportunity to meet girls, let alone pretty ones. So, she naturally became my goddess. At that time, she was studying finance and was already a junior. But I still pursued her for a while, doing things that most people would do—giving her gifts and asking her out to dinner.

Before I could even confess my feelings, she told me that another guy had asked her out for the weekend, and she accepted—and then she became his girlfriend, so my pursuit of her naturally fizzled out. Later, she was busy preparing her graduation thesis and applying for graduate school, so I rarely saw her at orienteering club activities; even when I occasionally bumped into her on campus, we'd just exchange greetings. After graduation, her family paid for her to pursue a master's degree abroad, and I never heard from her again.

Now, unexpectedly, she's back in China working. Presumably, a finance degree from a top foreign university would guarantee a high salary, and given her already well-off family background, she certainly had no need to earn a penny through SM. Time hadn't changed her appearance at all—except for her hair growing a bit longer, she looked exactly the same, still pure and innocent, making it impossible to associate her with a female S—especially not a so-called extremely ruthless one. The only difference was that she no longer wore sneakers, but instead wore a pair of shiny, high-heeled shoes.

When she saw me, she recognized me immediately: "Xu Yangdong...it's you? Oh my god. You...you guys come in first."

Wei Qi looked at me with a puzzled expression: "You two know each other?"

I answered awkwardly: "Um...we knew each other before, back when we were undergraduates."

I took off my shoes at the door, went in, and put down the camera. She looked at me again and sighed: "Oh my god...if I had known your roommate was Xu Yangdong...I would never have let him film this...it's so embarrassing."

She made me sit on the sofa to the side and ordered Wei Qi in an unquestionable tone: "You, you should take off your clothes and come kneel down."

I glanced at them. Although Wu Xiaohan was four years older than Wei Qi, she looked younger than him; even for Wei Qi, who was already quite attractive, Wu Xiaohan was definitely a goddess.

As Wei Qi undressed, she pulled out a printed agreement.

The top half of the agreement listed "SM activities acceptable to both parties"; I saw many boxes checked, such as "accepting being a toilet slave," "accepting activities involving bleeding," "accepting suffocation," and so on. I was utterly shocked: I never imagined that these two familiar people would want to do activities comparable to the most extreme ones I'd ever seen in adult videos.

The second half of the agreement also states: "During imprisonment, M is only allowed to kneel at all times and is not allowed to walk upright," "During imprisonment, M is deprived of all rights. Except for the safety of life guaranteed by S, M's body is completely at S's disposal. S can inflict any punishment, and M has no right to withdraw," "All physical and mental harm suffered by M is at M's own request to S, and S shall not bear any responsibility," "Unless S expressly permits, M shall not touch S's body in any form," "After S satisfies M's basic masochistic desires, M should make S's satisfaction her sole purpose," and many other clauses, too numerous to read at a glance. One particularly striking clause states: "M has paid a deposit of 120,000 yuan. If M performs satisfactorily within two weeks, S will refund half of it." It seems Wei Qi is really willing to spend money on this imprisonment and training—if it were me… I certainly wouldn't have that much money.

While I was looking at the agreement, Wei Qi stripped off his clothes. Only then did I notice that the chastity belt on his genitals was indeed shorter than the original. The chastity belt was very simple, just a few metal rods enclosing a small cage—probably so that Wei Qi could clean himself easily, hence the choice of not a fully enclosed chastity belt. I felt a bit like I was in a dream, watching all this unreal.

Seeing Wei Qi undress, Wu Xiaohan said to him, "I'll confiscate your clothes and bring them back to you after two weeks. I'll also confiscate your ID and phone; I'll check your phone every day for important messages, and if there are any, I'll let you know."

She then turned to me and reminded me, "Xu Yangdong, you don't need to sign the agreement, but you have to promise that no matter what I do with him, unless I agree, you can't get involved or ask questions. You can only quietly film from the sidelines." I agreed,

"Okay."

Wei Qi then urged me to turn on the camera, "Why don't we film the signing process too?"

So I got up to fiddle with the camera.

Wu Xiaohan turned around, took a small knife from the cabinet, sat down in the chair in front of Wei Qi, pinched Wei Qi's finger with one hand, and sharply slashed his index finger with the knife.

Wei Qi gasped in pain; blood flowed from his finger. Wu Xiaohan said, "Okay, put your fingerprint on it."

Wei Qi trembled as he pressed his index finger onto the agreement, leaving a bloody imprint, and then asked Wu Xiaohan, "Is it okay?"

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Yes, it's okay. Take off one of my shoes."

Wei Qi lowered his head and carefully held the heel of the shoe in his mouth.

Wu Xiaohan's voice remained icy: "Remember: No hands; your mouth can only touch your shoes, not me."

Wei Qi took off his shoes, revealing Wu Xiaohan's feet. This was the first time I saw Wu Xiaohan's feet—her feet were about a normal size 37, but because she loved sports, she had a beautiful arch. The instep of her foot, hidden inside her shoe, was smooth and flawless, as soft as tofu. Her long and slender toes were neatly arranged together, looking cute and delicate, with a slight pinkish tinge in the white. Her clear toenails were not painted with nail polish, only faintly revealing a natural pink color—indeed, for such a naturally perfect foot, painting it with any nail polish would only be a stain.

She placed her heels on the ground, her soles exposed to Wei Qi: "Come on, smear your blood on my big toe so I can make a toeprint."

Wei Qi carefully smeared his bloody finger on the sole of her toe, then handed the agreement to her feet.

Wu Xiaohan stepped on it with her toe, leaving a toeprint, and then ordered Wei Qi: "Okay, wipe my feet clean. There are wet wipes over there."

Wei Qi took a wet wipe from the coffee table, tore it open, and carefully wiped away the bloodstains from Wu Xiaohan's feet.

Wu Xiaohan looked down at Wei Qi and said, "I know you actually prefer to lick the blood off my feet with your tongue, right?"

Wei Qi nodded repeatedly with a joyful and expectant expression, "Yes."

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Don't even think about it. Your mouth is so dirty, I would never allow you to get my feet dirty, understand?"

"Understood, Master," Wei Qi replied softly.

"Alright, put my shoes on."

Wei Qi carefully picked up Wu Xiaohan's high heels and placed them at her feet, biting the back of the shoe, and helped Wu Xiaohan put them on.

Wu Xiaohan turned to me and said, "Xu Yangdong, please film Wei Qi's answers to my questions as evidence."

I pointed the camera at Wei Qi, indicating to Wu Xiaohan that I had turned on the camera. Wu Xiaohan instructed Wei Qi, "You lowly dog, introduce yourself in front of the camera first."

Wei Qi timidly said, "My name is Wei Qi, I am Master Xiaohan's slave... um... this time, I've come here to be imprisoned for two weeks to receive Master's training..." He turned to look at Wu Xiaohan, "Is there anything else to introduce?"

Wu Xiaohan asked somewhat dismissively, "As your master, what can I do to you?"

"Master... you can humiliate me, abuse me, do whatever you want."

"What if I injure your body?"

"My body belongs to Master. If Master wants to, then injure me."

"What if you beg for mercy then, what will Master do?"

"If I beg for mercy, Master can just continue torturing me, don't worry about me."

"What if you resist?"

"I won't resist. If I do, Master, just hold me down and torture me until I can't resist anymore."

"Very good. What if you can't do what you just said?"

"Then... Master, I'll do anything..."

"If you can't do it, then Master will release this video to all your classmates, understand?"

"Understood, Master, I will definitely be your good slave."

"Alright, let's stop filming the video here," Wu Xiaohan said, "We still have some preparations to do. You lowly dog, bring your suitcase over."

Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to take out the collar she had asked him to buy. Wei Qi took out a packaged box and took out the collar from it. The stainless steel collar consisted of two semi-circular rings connected at one end by a hinge. She showed off to me: "This is a special stainless steel collar that I asked him to buy. After it is fastened, there is a pair of keyholes on it that can be locked [1], or it can be locked to an iron chain. But the best thing is that the collar has an integrated electric shock device that I can remotely control to shock. It was inspired by the electric shock collars for pets [2], but some parts were modified to ensure that the electric shock device is insulated from the stainless steel collar body and the voltage of the electric shock was increased."

Wei Qi put on the collar himself. Wu Xiaohan then asked me to get her an ordinary padlock from the cabinet. She took the padlock, bent down, and used it to lock the collar—pulling it a few times to make sure it wouldn't come loose.

She ordered Wei Qi, "Bring me the remote control so I can try it."

Wei Qi took a remote control with only one button from the box, knelt down, and handed it to Wu Xiaohan with both hands. She took the remote control and casually pressed the button—Wei Qi let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if she had fainted, and fell backward to the ground—even twitching twice after falling.

Wu Xiaohan was terrified and exclaimed, "My God, is it really that effective? The shopkeeper told me this thing's electric shock effect is comparable to a Taser, and I didn't believe it at first..."

Wei Qi lay on the ground, hugging his knees, whimpering in pain.

Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi with the tip of her shoe: "Kneel up."

As soon as Wei Qi knelt up, Wu Xiaohan pressed Wei Qi's head to the ground with her foot, then firmly placed her shoe on Wei Qi's head, saying, "Since you know it hurts, you'd better behave from now on. If you ever make your master unhappy, your master will keep pressing the button and shock you for a minute, understand?"

"Yes... I understand, master," Wei Qi replied softly.

I was beginning to realize how ruthless Wu Xiaohan was. But Wu Xiaohan's next move was even more unexpected.

She got up and went to the back cabinet—Wei Qi remained kneeling, his forehead still pressed to the ground, too afraid to get up. Wu Xiaohan brought over a box, made Wei Qi lie flat on the ground, and then took out alcohol swabs from the box to wipe the soles of Wei Qi's feet: "The previous 'm' always forgot that she could only kneel, so I'll pierce a padlock in the sole of your foot, so you can't walk upright at all, you can only kneel obediently, haha."

She took out pliers and pinched a piece of flesh on the sole of Wei Qi's foot—Wei Qi immediately whimpered in pain—but it was clear that he had gritted his teeth and endured it, so he didn't scream. Wu Xiaohan forcefully pierced Wei Qi's flesh with a frighteningly thick 6g puncture needle. Wei Qi finally couldn't help but scream "Ah!" Wu Xiaohan pushed hard again, and the needle emerged from the other side of the flesh. Wei Qi screamed again, trembling with pain.

Wu Xiaohan calmly threaded a stainless steel U-shaped locking bar through the needle and then removed it. The locking bar was now piercing his sole, and blood was still gushing from the wound. After pressing on the wound for a while, she performed the same puncture on the sole of his other foot. This time, as soon as she gripped the piercing clamp, before the needle even went in, Wei Qi turned deathly pale and began to tremble uncontrollably. When the needle was inserted, Wei Qi still screamed, but Wu Xiaohan remained unmoved and pierced the flesh with the lock.

Wu Xiaohan fastened two padlocks [3]. Now, if Wei Qi wanted to walk, he could only take a few steps on tiptoe or heels. She threw the cotton ball to Wei Qi and let him press it to stop the bleeding, then sat down on the sofa and started playing with her mobile phone.

A few minutes later, Wu Xiaohan said, "I need to pee. Good dog, what do you want?"

Wei Qi answered almost without thinking, "Master, can you pee in my mouth?"

Just when I thought Wei Qi was about to drink her urine, Wu Xiaohan said, "Not yet, you haven't behaved well enough. But, come with me to the toilet."

Saying that, she climbed onto Wei Qi and let him carry her into the toilet. Surprisingly,

there was no toilet in the toilet, only a squat toilet. I was a little surprised when I saw it. However, I quickly realized that this bathroom was specifically for training purposes. After all, it was completely empty, containing nothing but two sinks of different heights, two bottles of hand soap, a simple showerhead, and a squat toilet.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to lie on the floor with his head near the squat toilet. Then she took a black blindfold from the hook behind the toilet door and covered Wei Qi's eyes: "You're not allowed to look at your master's body. Be good, and if you behave well, you'll be allowed to see it later." I was also kicked out of the bathroom and could only listen from outside.

Soon, I heard the sound of urine entering the toilet bowl. Wu Xiaohan teased him, "How about it? Don't you really want to drink Master's holy water? Look, you got hard just from hearing Master pee... You're hopelessly cheap."

She deliberately stopped halfway through urinating and asked, "Want to drink it? If you want to, beg Master."

Wei Qi responded enthusiastically, "Please, Master, can I drink a little of your holy water? Just a little."

Wu Xiaohan started urinating again, "Sorry, no... Look... Master is almost finished urinating, there's no room for you. Some cheap sluts aren't even worthy of drinking Master's pee."

I heard her get up and flush the toilet. A little while later, Wei Qi carried her out and returned to the living room.

After Wu Xiaohan sat down on the sofa, she teased Wei Qi's locked genitals with her heel.

"My God, you've been locked up for so long, and you're still this hard," she asked Wei Qi. "When you're locked up, doesn't it hurt from the pressure?"

Wei Qi whispered, "Yes, it hurts."

"Do you want your master to unlock it for you? You've been locked up for over a month now..."

"Yes..."

"Do you think your master should agree?"

"No." Wei Qi desperately wanted to unlock it right now, but he knew that Wu Xiaohan was asking this to get him to say no. Answering "yes" would only bring Wu Xiaohan's punishment, not any benefit.

"Why?"

This question was truly humiliating, but Wei Qi clearly understood her intention: "Because... a worthless slut like me only deserves to be locked up until I'm useless, I don't deserve to have an erection at all." "

Don't you think it's really disgusting and lewd to have an erection in front of your master?"

"Yes, I know, I'm sorry, master, I won't do it again... I dare not have an erection in front of you again." Wei Qi answered humbly.

"Don't you think that kneeling before your master and still not getting an erection is a denial of his charm?"

"That's true... Then... Master... what should I do?"

"Silly child, let your master torture you until you're completely impotent, or even castrate you, then you won't be in this moral dilemma, right? Haha..." Such vicious words coming from Wu Xiaohan's mouth, in such a mocking and even disdainful tone, truly sent chills down my spine. However, Wu Xiaohan's angelic and gentle face seemed to prove that she was truly innocent, without a trace of malice, and was genuinely helping Wei Qi solve his problem.

Seeing that Wei Qi didn't speak, she asked in a soft voice, "What's wrong? Don't you think Master is very smart?" Her innocent smile made her look like a middle school student who had solved a math problem and was showing off to her classmate. To be honest, who could resist a girl like that?

"No... Master... I'll do whatever you say." Wei Qi's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Good girl... Master will satisfy you well... Oh, by the way, don't you like piercing your private parts with needles the most? Did you bring a needle?"

Wei Qi nodded, "Yes," then turned around, climbed into the suitcase, and took out a small cardboard box from it.

He opened the small cardboard box, and inside were 10 more small boxes. Each box was labeled: "Sterile Injection Needles, 100 pieces." That meant he had brought a total of 1000 injection needles. Good heavens! A thousand needles—just thinking about it was terrifying.

Wu Xiaohan took a box of 100 needles, looked at it, and said, "Very good. Since you're all prepared, then your master will grant your wish. Lie down on the ground, legs apart."

After Wei Qi lay down, she sat cross-legged between his spread legs. She sprayed alcohol on Wei Qi's genitals, then on her own hands, and then used her fingernail to gently touch Wei Qi's locked glans through the chastity lock.

Wei Qi became even more excited. His penis, which had been locked up for more than three months, finally received a little comforting touch.

Wu Xiaohan took out a needle and inserted it into the gap of the chastity lock [3] - Wei Qi shuddered the moment the needle touched his body. Then he gritted his teeth and watched Wu Xiaohan's slender hand push the needle into his glans and then gradually push it deeper. Throughout the needle insertion, Wei Qi's body arched slightly, indicating that the pain was quite significant. When the needle reached the other end of the glans, it had already pushed the flesh out, but it did not come out of the flesh. Wu Xiaohan had to increase the force of her hand. Wei Qi finally trembled slightly in pain and groaned.

Wu Xiaohan looked at the box in her hand: "How about we thread a hundred needles today?"

Wei Qi was startled: "A hundred? That many?"

"Didn't you bring a thousand? A thousand needles, for fourteen days, that's an average of seventy-one needles a day..." It seems the goddess's mental arithmetic is as good as ever.

"It's just more cost-effective to buy a thousand at once... We don't necessarily have to use them all..."

"Alright, I'll handle it. Lie down."

Wu Xiaohan picked up the needles again and stuck them into Wei Qi's genitals...

In a short while, more than a dozen needles had passed through Wei Qi's glans, and more than thirty needles had passed through his penis shaft. The small chastity lock was already completely filled with needles, yet Wu Xiaohan was still diligently searching for any remaining gaps, literally "seizing every opportunity." Her delicate hands moved with light grace, her eyes as lively as a fawn's—from my perspective, she looked like a child sitting on the ground intently playing with a new toy, utterly innocent, showing no trace of malice. Wei Qi couldn't bear to disturb Wu Xiaohan's enjoyment, so he endured the pain with all his might. Every time Wu Xiaohan forcefully pushed the needles through, he couldn't help but tense the muscles in his legs and clench his teeth.

Finally, after using more than fifty needles, the chastity lock was completely full. So, Wu Xiaohan prepared to target his testicles. She tied a rope around the base of his testicles several times, then picked up a needle and inserted it into his scrotum. After he groaned a few times, her fingers slowly pushed the needle in quite a bit, and with a final push from Wu Xiaohan, the needle emerged from the other end of his scrotum.

He whispered, "It hurts," and Wu Xiaohan gently stroked his thigh, comforting him, "Hang in there, be good, you can do it." Then she continued inserting the needle. Amidst Wei Qi's intermittent groans and trembling, Wu Xiaohan used up all the thread and needles. Wei Qi's genitals were completely covered in needle marks, like a hedgehog. Only then did Wu Xiaohan stand up.

While Wei Qi was still lying on the ground sobbing, Wu Xiaohan rubbed his genitals, which were covered in needles, with the sole of her shoe. He cried out in pain.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" she asked.

"No..."

"It's good that you like it... This is the only chance your penis will ever be rubbed by a girl, you know?"

"I know..."

She then gently kicked the needles inserted into his testicles with the tip of her shoe. The pain made him murmur tremblingly.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I want to keep them for a few more days to play with."

She stopped and let Wei Qi lie down in the corner. Only then did I realize that the ground where Wei Qi had just been lying was covered in his sweat. It seems that enduring pain really takes a lot of energy. She supported herself against the wall and stood on top of Wei Qi. Even though Wu Xiaohan was already very light, his slender frame couldn't withstand all of this—especially with the sharp heels piercing his ribs. He cried out for mercy, but Wu Xiaohan not only didn't get down, but instead jumped on him. The moment he landed, he screamed, instinctively tilting his body. Wu Xiaohan lost her balance and stumbled back to the ground.

Wu Xiaohan was furious: "Useless thing! Others can withstand being stepped on. You scream like this after being stepped on twice. You even dared to move around, almost causing your master to fall. How can you be so useless?" As she spoke, Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's body and head with the heel of her shoe. Wei Qi covered his head and twisted to dodge, unintentionally causing a lot of blood to flow from his genitals.

"Kicking you is really tiring," Wu Xiaohan stopped kicking and pointed to the remote control of the electric shock collar on the sofa, warning, "If you dare to dodge again, you know the consequences, right?"

Wei Qi nodded fearfully. Wu Xiaohan then stood on Wei Qi's body again and stomped around. Under her weight, her heels dug into Wei Qi's already thin body. Where her heels stepped, deep red bruises were left.

"That's a good boy, Master's good blanket..." she praised Wei Qi, looking down. Wei Qi frowned, bearing Wu Xiaohan's weight with all his might.

Finally, she jumped up again, her heel landing squarely on Wei Qi's nipple—blood seeped from Wei Qi's nipple. Wei Qi screamed, but still held back from moving. Wu Xiaohan saw the bloodstains but remained unmoved, jumping a few more times. Wei Qi gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, but I saw tears streaming down his face, flowing onto the floor.

Wu Xiaohan was truly a demon—she continued to trample on her blanket with unrestrained cruelty, showing not a shred of pity.

Finally, Wu Xiaohan began jumping on him again—this time she seemed to jump even higher. After two or three jumps, one of them landed, and her heel struck the nipple that had been stepped on earlier. He almost reflexively turned around, and this time Wu Xiaohan really fell, thankfully grabbing onto another wall to avoid a complete collapse.

His poor nipple looked like a bloody mess. But Wu Xiaohan didn't forgive him for this. Instead, she picked up the stun gun as promised.

Wei Qi shook his head desperately, repeatedly pleading, "Please, Master," in a tearful voice.

Wu Xiaohan pressed the button anyway—Wei Qi seemed to choke for a moment, immediately stopping his voice and arching his back. When Wu Xiaohan released the button, Wei Qi collapsed heavily to the ground, letting out a heart-wrenching wail, his whole body trembling as he cried out. Wu Xiaohan pressed the button again, and Wei Qi's veins bulged and his body arched once more; only when Wu Xiaohan released the button did he convulse and cry out again—that hoarse cry was heartbreaking to hear.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, I said, "Senior Xiaohan, why don't you let him go... he didn't do it on purpose..."

She coldly replied, "You promised you wouldn't interfere with our training."

I didn't know how to answer, "I just saw how miserable he was... I'm afraid his body can't take it."

Wu Xiaohan lowered her head and said to Wei Qi, "You lowly dog, tell him who's in charge here."

Wei Qi said with a sob, "I'll do whatever my master says. My master can punish me however he wants."

"What should you say to your master after what he just did to you?"

"Thank you, master." Wei Qi's voice was still choked with sobs.

"Good boy, get up and kowtow to your master twice to express your gratitude."

I was shocked—Wei Qi was so obedient to his master, so humble. The demon before him only wanted to torture and destroy him inhumanely.

Wu Xiaohan finally let Wei Qi lie down and removed the needles—during the removal process, Wei Qi bled a lot from his lower body. Fortunately, he kept a piece of gauze to stop the bleeding, and managed to get through it.

By the time they finished playing, it was already past 10 PM. Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi take his towel, toothbrush, and other belongings, then had him climb back into the toilet. Wu Xiaohan then found a thick iron chain about a meter long, locked one end to the collar around Wei Qi's neck, and the other end to the water pipe of the flush tank. This way, Wei Qi could only stay near the squat toilet, at most touching the lower sink, and couldn't possibly climb to the door. However, this design allowed Wei Qi to freely use the toilet or brush his teeth and wash his face at the sink, which was quite reasonable.

Wu Xiaohan spat on the ground: "Alright, doggy, this is your master's goodnight kiss. Lick it clean."

Wei Qi crawled over, pleased, lowered his head, and stuck out his tongue to lick it. But the chain was too short, and Wei Qi still couldn't reach it.

It seemed that Wu Xiaohan had planned this all along. She started insulting him again: "You wretched dog, you want your master's saliva so much? Too bad you still can't drink it, tsk tsk, how pathetic."

She wiped the saliva she spat on the ground with the sole of her shoe and held it to Wei Qi's feet: "Alright, here you go lick it, look how pitiful you are."

Wei Qi eagerly stuck out his tongue and licked the saliva off the sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe.

Wu Xiaohan gently tossed the keychain that had locked Wei Qi onto the door inside the toilet—Wei Qi could see it, but couldn't touch it.

Then she and I walked out of the toilet together, and turned off the door and the light—thus, it was pitch black inside.

After saying goodbye to Wei Qi, Wu Xiaohan immediately regained her gentle demeanor and asked me, "Are you going back to school tonight?"

At that moment, all I wanted was to go back to school and sort out my feelings, so I replied, "Yes. Maybe I should go now."

She then walked me downstairs and said, "Tomorrow morning, be here around 7:40 and call me to wake me up. That way, you can film the whole process of me waking him up, haha."

"Senior Xiaohan… I don't have your phone number yet."

"Oh, then write it down." Wu Xiaohan gave me her current number.

"Okay. I'm leaving now, I'll come back tomorrow morning. Goodbye, Senior Xiaohan."

I then left the residential area and took a taxi back to school. The journey wasn't far, so the taxi fare was less than thirty yuan.

Back at school, lying in bed, I still couldn't calm down for a long time. I never imagined that Wei Qi would be such a heavy-taste masochist—and so despicable when doing masochism. I also never imagined that his dominant would be Wu Xiaohan—I never even thought I would see Wu Xiaohan again in this life. Yes, it is really lucky to see Wu Xiaohan again. Seeing her living so comfortably on her own now, I am actually a little glad that I was not with her back then—after all, we are from two different worlds, and I could never be worthy of her.

[1] Locked collars can be easily bought, see this picture.

[2] Search for "electric shock collar" on Taobao to find similar products, see this picture. With a little modification, it can be installed on a metal collar.

[3] Stainless steel padlocks for piercing can be bought on Taobao, see this picture.

[4] See this diagram for inserting a needle through the gap of the chastity lock.

On Wednesday morning, July 12

, I got up at around 6 a.m. and took the bus to Songtao Yalu. It was 7:25 when I arrived at her door. I waited anxiously at the door for 15 minutes. At the agreed time of 7:40, I called Wu Xiaohan as agreed.

"Senior Xiaohan, I'm at your door."

"Oh, I know," she said lazily, "I'll get up and open the door for you."

Not long after she hung up the phone, she came to open the door for me wearing pink pajamas and slippers, her hair still a little messy—the most beautiful "girl next door". When I went inside to prepare the camera, she went into the bedroom to wash up and change clothes—when she came out, she was wearing a shirt and skirt, but still had her shoes on.

She opened the bathroom door, and the light immediately woke Wei Qi. Wei Qi quickly got up and crawled towards Wu Xiaohan, but he didn't realize that his neck was chained, and he couldn't go any further after taking two steps.

Wu Xiaohan said to him, "Master is up—you should get up too. Master needs to go to the bathroom, so you can experience Master peeing again." She took a blindfold from behind the door, squatted down, and covered Wei Qi's eyes.

I walked out of the toilet and heard her ask, "Master's morning urine smells so strong, do you want to drink it?"

Wei Qi replied, "Yes, I do."

"You must be very thirsty too, right?"

"Yes."

"You behaved so badly yesterday, why should you drink Master's holy water? Come on, just listen..." So she urinated directly into the latrine, saying, "See, you don't even deserve to drink Master's holy water, this latrine is better, even this latrine can get Master's holy water..."

A few seconds after she finished urinating, Wu Xiaohan called to me, "Xu Yangdong, come in."

I opened the door and went in, and saw that Wei Qi's blindfold had been removed, and the embarrassment he had just experienced made his face turn red, and even made him feel aroused. His penis, bound by the chastity lock, was swollen and bruised after yesterday's abuse, a patchwork of purple and blue. With even a slight erection, it swelled so much it was unrecognizable.

Wu Xiaohan, still holding the toilet paper she had used to wipe after urinating, said to Wei Qi, "Want to lick Master's toilet paper?"

Wei Qi seemed excited and said, "Yes."

"Look at the yellow urine stains on it, aren't you particularly eager?"

"Yes..."

"Beg me," Wu Xiaohan said softly, her voice seductive.

"Please, Master... let me lick your toilet paper, okay? I really want to..."

"Okay, okay, here you go~ Come on, lick it lightly first." Wu Xiaohan held the paper to Wei Qi's mouth.

After Wei Qi licked it with his tongue, Wu Xiaohan asked again, "How is it? Do you like the taste?"

"I like it," Wei Qi said, his penis already so hard it was about to burst the chastity belt.

"You just let me lick the toilet paper that wiped my body, doesn't that mean you indirectly licked my genitals? You're really getting off easy."

"Thank you, Master... thank you, Master..."

"Alright, if you like it, keep it in your mouth and savor it." Wu Xiaohan said, stuffing the toilet paper into Wei Qi's mouth.

Wu Xiaohan looked up at me and asked, "Xu Yangdong, have you ever seen a man as despicable as him?"

"No," I shook my head.

"Sigh, how come some people just don't want to be human? They can be so despicable. At least you knew how to pursue me openly, but what about him? He only wanted to be my toilet paper. Sigh—I feel disgusted just looking at such a despicable thing."

I was so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say.

Wu Xiaohan came out of the bathroom, took out a bag of dog food from the cabinet, poured it into the dog food bowl, added a lot of water, and then put it in front of Wei Qi: "This is your food and water for today. Master has to go to work, be a good boy. Master will play with you when he comes home tonight." " Yes,

Master. I will definitely wait for you obediently."

"Oh, right... you must really want to change Master's shoes, right?"

Wei Qi nodded gratefully: "Yes, yes." Wu Xiaohan had obviously grasped Wei Qi's desire.

But Wu Xiaohan coldly replied, "Perform well, and I'll give you this opportunity later. Right now, you're not worthy."

Wu Xiaohan coldly closed the door. She walked to the door, bent down to change into high heels, grabbed her bag, and came downstairs with me.

"I'm driving to work, how about I give you a ride to school?"

"Ah... I can take the bus myself."

"No need, it's only a ten-minute drive. Come on."

I had assumed Wu Xiaohan would drive a luxury car that girls like, but to my surprise, her car was a Dodge Charles. I had never seen this muscle car in China, and I couldn't imagine that the owner was such a gentle girl. Wu Xiaohan is truly unfathomable.

On the way back to school, we chatted, and I learned that after returning to China, she found a job at a foreign insurance company. The income was quite good, and although the work pressure was considerable, she didn't often work overtime.

I still asked her: "Then...can you tell me how you got into playing SM?"

"Well... to make a long story short, you remember my boyfriend when I was a junior in college, right? He was just a jerk. Then when I was abroad, he came to visit me, and we went to a playparty together and saw a lot of new ways to play. , I also met several people who wanted to be my m. Later, after I broke up with him, I was under a lot of pressure, so I actually made several appointments for training. I later discovered that I really like to see how badly I can abuse others. "

"Oh... you are really cruel to Wei Qi. I didn't expect you to be so cruel."

"I'm usually very gentle, just like I was quite gentle to you before. The reason why I was so cruel to him was just to satisfy him. To do s, you have to have the consciousness to do s."

"Hmm, that does seem to make sense. But why do I feel like you're intentionally avoiding a lot of things? Like this morning, you didn't make him drink urine or change your shoes."

"Yes, you should have noticed. I intentionally teased him to make him want it, and then I refused. Only in this way can I make him crave being abused by me even more. Not letting him unlock the door or go to the toilet these past two days is for the same reason. On the one hand, I'm making him crave it even more, and on the other hand, I'm completely shattering his personality." Wu Xiaohan said this very calmly, as if Wei Qi was just a tool to achieve her training goals.

"Senior Xiaohan is really amazing," I complimented.

"I'm still trying. But from now on, when I'm torturing him, you're not allowed to show him any sympathy. Everything is what he wants. If you stop me, he'll only be left unsatisfied."

"Okay, I understand."

When we arrived at school, she told me to get out of the car, saying she would be eating out that evening and I should wait for her near her house around 8:30.

At 7:30, after finishing dinner at the school cafeteria, I went to wait for Wu Xiaohan at her house as promised.

When Wu Xiaohan returned home and saw me already waiting at her door, she asked, "How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long, just over ten minutes." I didn't tell the truth.

She opened the door, and we went inside. She didn't take off her shoes but went straight to the bathroom and opened the door. Wei Qi, who had been slumped on the floor, was overjoyed to see again.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to climb onto the shoe cabinet in front of the door, carry her slippers to the sofa, and help her change her shoes.

She returned to the sofa and sat down, while Wei Qi laboriously climbed to the door, carried Wu Xiaohan's slippers to the sofa. [Share Share Collect Collect fb Share Facebook I think Czech Forum ← Thank you for your affirmation, we will work harder. Reply ptc077 Prince of Wales 7 hours ago 2nd floor I only just noticed that Wu Xiaohan's so-called "slippers" were actually black leather, completely covering her toes and the front half of her feet. It wasn't until later that I learned that these shoes should more accurately be called "mules".]

Wu Xiaohan commanded Wei Qi, "I've been out all day. Lick my shoes clean first."

Wei Qi obediently knelt down and began licking the soles of Wu Xiaohan's shoes with his tongue. Wu Xiaohan commanded Wei Qi, "Your dirty tongue isn't allowed to touch the surface of my shoes, understand?"

Wei Qi replied, "Understood, Master." Then he continued licking. His tongue rubbed back and forth on the soles of Wu Xiaohan's black high heels again and again, showing no signs of fatigue.

After a while, Wu Xiaohan switched sides and let Wei Qi continue licking. When he had licked them almost clean, she commanded Wei Qi, "Stick out your tongue and let me see."

The tip of Wei Qi's tongue was almost black; it seemed he had indeed licked off a lot of dust with great effort.

She was finally satisfied: "Okay, take off my shoes. Same as always."

Wei Qi understood and grabbed her heel, taking off her shoe. Wu Xiaohan cooperated by switching feet so Wei Qi could take off his shoe.

Wu Xiaohan was wearing a pair of flesh-colored boat socks, which delicately covered her slender toes, allowing people to see the beautiful outline of her toes, but not a trace of the color underneath.

Wu Xiaohan stretched her foot to Wei Qi's mouth: "You lowly dog, do you want to lick your master's feet?"

"Yes."

"No licking. Smell them and remember the scent of your master's feet."

"Mmm."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it smells so good."

"Very good. Remember, you don't even have the right to lick socks now, you're only fit to lick your master's shoe soles. But if you behave well, your master will consider rewarding you with socks."

"Mmm."

"Look at you, you get hard again just from smelling your master's feet. Why are you so thirsty?"

"I'm...sorry...master..."

"You're still hard even with the lock on, don't you feel any pain?"

"It hurts a little. Then...when can your master unlock my lock?"

"What do you take your master for? A prostitute? Did you come here to have an orgasm?" Wu Xiaohan said fiercely, but it was clear she was only pretending to be angry.

"I'm sorry, master, I was wrong."

"Now, you only deserve to be locked up. Of course, if you behave well, your master will consider it. But if you make such a request again, your master will never unlock you in this lifetime. Okay, go put your master's high heels on the shoe rack."

Wei Qi obediently picked up the shoes with his mouth and crawled towards the shoe rack. Wu Xiaohan got up, went to the bathroom to get a food bowl, poured in a bowl of dog food, added some water, and handed it to Wei Qi: "Eat more, you're in for a tough time tonight."

Wei Qi lay on the sofa eating; Wu Xiaohan placed her feet on Wei Qi's head and continued working on her laptop. Poor Wei Qi dared not move, unable to lift or even tilt the food bowl, so she could only laboriously use her tongue to scoop the dog food into her mouth—just like a dog.

After finishing, Wei Qi remained motionless until a few minutes later, when Wu Xiaohan lazily asked, "Finished eating?"

Wei Qi softly replied, "Mmm." Wu Xiaohan did not respond.

After a while, Wu Xiaohan put down her laptop, got up, and led us to a private training room inside. The most striking feature of the training room was a wooden frame taller than a person, a bed with only a board and no bedding, and many cabinets; it didn't seem like the training room I remembered, filled with shackles, chains, and whips.

Wu Xiaohan made Wei Qi climb under the square wooden frame. She then opened a cabinet—and I saw that the shackles and whips were placed inside. Probably to prevent dust accumulation—after all, she didn't use these things often.

She took out two iron rings with chains and handcuffed them to his hands. Then she placed a small stool directly under the wooden frame and commanded, "Stand on the stool... Oh, right, your feet are shackled. So stand on your tiptoes."

When he stood up, I noticed that his knees were slightly chafed from kneeling for so long.

Wu Xiaohan stepped onto a higher stool and fastened the chains binding his hands to the upper left and right corners of the wooden frame. This put Wei Qi in a "Y" shape, unable to move his hands.

She removed the small stool from Wei Qi's feet. Wei Qi was now dangling from the ground, suspended only by the iron rings on his hands. She then took out two ankle rings and secured his ankles to the lower left and right corners of the wooden frame. Thus, Wei Qi was bound in an "X" shape, completely unable to escape [1]. Wei Qi hung in the air, anxiously awaiting Wu Xiaohan's next torture.

Wu Xiaohan took out a rattan cane and gently stroked Wei Qi's back with the tip of the cane, saying, "Before, I hit other people's buttocks, thighs, and backs; but I've decided to give you the most special one. Do you know what it is?"

"No... I don't know."

She replied, "I will make every inch of your body below the neck ripped open, from neck to toe." As she spoke, she gently stroked Wei Qi's body with the rattan cane. Wei Qi was a little scared, but he didn't say anything.

Wu Xiaohan continued, "Just count for me. Let's start with 1000, and if that's not enough, we'll talk about it later."

She stood behind Wei Qi and began with his buttocks. The cane swung through the air with a sound before landing heavily on Wei Qi's buttocks. Wei Qi immediately trembled all over, struggling and shouting "One!"

Wu Xiaohan took a half step back, swinging the cane even higher, and struck his other buttocks hard. Wei Qi shouted "Two!" briefly before breathing heavily. Two deep red marks were already left on his buttocks.

Wu Xiaohan calmly struck him more than ten more times. Blood spots were already appearing on his buttocks. He began to beg for mercy: "Please, Master, please, let me rest for a while before continuing."

Begging was of no use. Wu Xiaohan quickened her pace, striking him several times in succession. Poor Wei Qi twisted and turned, trying to break free of his bonds. But his struggles were completely futile.

When Wei Qi counted to "twenty-seven," he began to beg again: "Please, Master... spare my life... I really can't take it anymore... I really can't..." Before he could finish speaking, he was struck twice more.

Wu Xiaohan reminded him: "Did you forget to count those blows? If you didn't count, then they don't count."

Wei Qi had no choice but to start counting again from twenty-eight. After hitting him a few more times, Wu Xiaohan promised Wei Qi, "Okay, I'll let you rest after fifty hits. I need to rest for a while too."

So Wei Qi held his body and persevered until the fiftieth hit, then let out a long sigh and slumped backward, only managing to stay upright because he was being held up by the rope.

He was covered in sweat, and sweat mixed with blood flowed down his buttocks and thighs. Wu Xiaohan rested for a few minutes, then found another, thicker rattan cane in the cabinet and explained, "This rattan cane is thicker, but the skin has been peeled off, leaving only the core. This way, it won't bleed as easily, but it will hurt more. Before, it only injured the skin; now it's the flesh."

She walked behind Wei Qi, and just as she swung the cane, Wei Qi suddenly twisted his body to the side, trying to dodge. This was obviously impossible. The cane struck his buttocks solidly. He cried out "Ah!" and quickly added, "Fifty-one!"

Wu Xiaohan then began to whip him continuously. With each strike, Wei Qi subconsciously arched his body forward, then twisted and struggled from side to side. By the time they reached seventy-something, blood had already flowed down to his ankles, and his buttocks were a bloody mess.

Wu Xiaohan slowed down slightly. Wei Qi continued counting, pleading, "Seventy-nine—please, please let me go—eighty—it really hurts too much—eighty-one—I really won't—eighty-two…" Wu Xiaohan remained completely unmoved.

At the ninetieth lash, Wu Xiaohan finally promised to let him rest after the 100th lash, and then rest every 50 lashes thereafter.

When Wu Xiaohan stopped after the 100th lash, Wei Qi was exhausted, his face flushed red. His buttocks were a gruesome sight—truly a bloody mess, just a patch of red and torn, peeling skin. Even having seen some SM films featuring whipping, I had never witnessed such brutal whipping.

After sitting down and looking at her phone for a few minutes, Wu Xiaohan walked over to Wei Qi and gently stroked his face. "Keep going, we've only just begun. Hang in there, you're the best." Wei Qi nodded.

She picked up the whip and began her attack on Wei Qi's thighs. When Wei Qi counted, he didn't say the complete three digits, but only the last two. These 50 lashes seemed even more unbearable for Wei Qi—perhaps because his buttocks were thicker and not as vulnerable as his thighs. Perhaps it was because of the different location, although Wei Qi looked more pained, his poor thighs, covered in whip marks, didn't bleed.

Wei Qi had already accepted the "begging for mercy is useless" mentality, gritting his teeth, trying to endure the 50 lashes, but he still couldn't help but groan. He stopped writhing constantly, but every few lashes, one would still make him involuntarily twist his body.

He endured the last few lashes, his whole body trembling. Finally, he made it to 150 lashes.

After resting for a while, Wu Xiaohan switched to the thinner, skinned rattan cane and continued whipping the front of his thighs. This time, he endured it with great difficulty, almost trembling, but he didn't beg for mercy again. After fifty lashes, blood began to seep from several spots on the front of his thighs.

Wu Xiaohan then moved to the back of his thighs. This time, Wu Xiaohan used a thicker, skinned rattan cane. With the first lash, Wei Qi gasped for breath, forcing out a "one" through his teeth. By the thirtieth or so lash, blood began to seep out, and Wei Qi began to writhe again. At the fiftieth lash, Wei Qi let out a long sigh, but Wu Xiaohan didn't stop; instead, she continued to lash him forcefully.

Wei Qi cried out, "Didn't we agree that I'd rest for a while after fifty lashes?"

Wu Xiaohan stopped and explained, "The only agreement was that I'm in charge. If I don't want to rest, you have to endure it."

The continuous whipping completely broke Wei Qi. He burst into tears. But Wu Xiaohan didn't stop; instead, she continued to beat him until his thighs were a bloody mess...

By the 290th or so lashes, Wei Qi was trembling and crying, pleading between lashes, "Master, please, please let me go... Just a minute... I really can't take it anymore..." Even

at the 300th lash, Wu Xiaohan didn't stop. Poor Wei Qi's cries grew fainter and fainter, only managing a labored count. Wu Xiaohan then complained, "Count louder, I can't hear you." Wei Qi could only shout out, "Seventeen," and then endure the inhuman torture in despair.

On the 332nd lash, Wu Xiaohan finally stopped, wiping the tears from Wei Qi's face with her finger: "Have you cried enough? It's best if you cry until your tears are dry, because you'll have more to suffer next."

After resting for a while, Wu Xiaohan got up. At this moment, Wei Qi trembled at the mere sound of Wu Xiaohan getting up. Wu Xiaohan began to whip his calves, and as always, he trembled and tried to dodge, but to no avail. His poor calves endured dozens of lashes, a total of four hundred lashes, before Wu Xiaohan stopped.

Wu Xiaohan was clearly tired. So, she switched to her left hand to whip Wei Qi's back. The force of her left hand was slightly less, and Wei Qi seemed to be in less pain than before. But his back was still covered with reddish-purple welts, from which a lot of blood had seeped out. Five hundred lashes had been delivered, and Wei Qi was drenched in sweat, making him appear quite shiny; even the crimson welts gleamed.

During a break, Wei Qi pleaded, "Could you give me some water? I'm so thirsty..." Indeed, after sweating so much, it was almost impossible for him not to be thirsty.

Wu Xiaohan replied dismissively, "Who told you to cry just now and cry all the water away?" Despite her words, she still asked me to get some water from Wei Qi's bowl.

After I returned with the water, Wu Xiaohan picked it up and fed it to Wei Qi. Wei Qi greedily drank it all in one gulp, then said, "Thank you, Master... thank you for being so good to me."

"Master's hand is tired too, how about we play something else and continue later?"

"Mm."

Wu Xiaohan gently stroked Wei Qi's testicles. His testicles, which had been punctured yesterday, were still swollen.

"Do your balls still hurt?" Wu Xiaohan asked.

"A little bit."

"Have you heard the saying that after the needle is inserted, it's best not to use kicking or other blunt force to abuse the testicles for a while, otherwise the wound might tear and cause damage to the testicles... [2]"

"Yes, I have."

"So... do you know what Master is going to do?"

Wei Qi understood Wu Xiaohan's meaning, but dared not speak.

Wu Xiaohan took two steps back, raised her foot backward, and then kicked forward with force, kicking Wei Qi's testicles with her slipper-clad foot. Wei Qi was suspended in the air, so his hips were not low, but Wu Xiaohan's flexibility was obviously very good, and her body remained as stable as Mount Tai when her leg was raised high. However, when she raised her foot, her skirt was completely exposed.

Wei Qi had no time to appreciate Wu Xiaohan's skirt. He screamed, his knees buckling so badly they rattled the chains.

Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi's testicles several more times. Wei Qi struggled helplessly, pleading, "Please let me go... Master... my balls are really going to break..."

Wu Xiaohan said, "I didn't use much force! You're wearing a chastity lock, so if I kicked hard, it would hurt my instep. That's why I kicked so lightly."

She kicked twice more and then stopped. "That's enough, I won't kick anymore. The blood from your thigh has smeared all over my shoes. In a few days, when I get a pair of stiffer shoes, I'll kick your balls properly and let you truly experience what it means to have your balls crushed."

Wu Xiaohan picked up the rattan cane again and returned to whipping. Wei Qi's back received another hundred lashes—perhaps because his already riddled balls had endured Wu Xiaohan's inhumane kicks and beatings, the pain was so intense that the whippings didn't seem so painful anymore. However, even without the pain, Wei Qi's back was still covered with numerous bruises.

After a short rest following the hundred lashes, Wu Xiaohan walked up to Wei Qi and gently, even somewhat suggestively, stroked his chest with her hand: "Now, only the front of your body remains. Keep it up!"

"Mmm."

"Master really wants to leave a mark on every inch of your body. This is all Master's care for you. Look, Master's hands are tired from whipping you."

"Mmm. Master, you've worked hard," Wei Qi said warmly, "Thank you, Master."

Wu Xiaohan then began whipping his chest and abdomen. Wei Qi tensed his abdominal muscles, trying to absorb some of the pain, but it seemed to be of little use. He continued to struggle terrifyingly, but Wu Xiaohan continued to create her masterpiece.

This time, Wu Xiaohan did not stop at the 50th lash, nor at the 100th lash—Wei Qi once again began to tremble and beg for mercy. Wu Xiaohan didn't even stop at the 150th lash—Wei Qi's whole body convulsed, and tears streamed down his face again. Wu Xiaohan continued lashing him for the 202nd lash before, as if suddenly remembering something, saying, "Oh, I've lashed him 200 times? I'll rest for a while." Then she stopped.

Given Wu Xiaohan's keen observation, it's impossible she wasn't aware she had struck him so many times. I think she deliberately wanted to show her disdain for Wei Qi's pain and intentionally torment him.

Wei Qi trembled all over, crying silently, a heartbreaking sight.

During Wu Xiaohan's rest, Wei Qi finally stopped crying. Wu Xiaohan picked up the cane and continued from the 803rd lash. This time, she no longer pursued speed, but instead brought every strike to its fullest, changing the location of each lash, striking him all over his body. The blood that had dripped onto the ground earlier had dried somewhat, but now fresh blood was dripping onto it

again. Each lash caused him to convulse in excruciating pain. Except for his head, arms, and hands, there wasn't an inch of skin left intact—all were red and swollen, even seeping with blood. His eyes had become lifeless, no longer displaying any pleasure, excitement, or fear. When the whipping reached his legs, they would still tremble involuntarily from the pain, but he no longer screamed. His intermittent screams and pleas for mercy had made his voice hoarse as he counted. At the nine hundredth lash, Wu Xiaohan stopped and announced—it would truly end at the thousandth.

By the last hundred lashes, the wounds on his calves were no longer visible—they were completely covered by the blood flowing from his thighs. His eyes were tightly closed, his breathing convulsing, and the spasms in his body lessened with each lash. Finally, the thousandth lash arrived—Wu Xiaohan dropped the whip, collapsing into a chair, seemingly relieved. Unable to continue, she asked me to put Wei Qi down. I first unchained his feet, letting him step onto the bench, and then removed the anklets from his ankles; finally, I stood on the chair to remove the chains from his hands. At this moment, Wu Xiaohan also stood up and walked around the wooden frame once, admiring her masterpiece one last time.

Wei Qi got off the chair, collapsed to the ground, and tears streamed down his face again—only this time he didn't make a sound.

Wu Xiaohan squatted down in front of him, stroking Wei Qi's head affectionately like she was petting her pet, and said gently, "You've worked so hard. It must have hurt a lot. I won't torture you tonight, okay? Don't cry."

Wei Qi nodded obediently, but the tears didn't stop. Wu Xiaohan then made Wei Qi open his mouth and spat into it: "Here, are you thirsty? Here's your master's saliva for you to drink, be good."

At this moment, Wei Qi finally cried out again. Wu Xiaohan asked him, "What's wrong? Don't you like Master's saliva?"

Wei Qi shook his head, "No... just... thank you Master for being so good to me. Master's saliva... is really sweet. Master, you've worked hard today."

Wu Xiaohan patted Wei Qi's head, her voice even carrying a hint of doting, "Okay, good dog, lie down and rest for a while. Be careful not to rub your wound."

Wei Qi nodded quietly. Wu Xiaohan looked up at me and said, "Xu Yangdong, if you want to go back, you should go first. It's getting late. You can come back tomorrow morning."

So I said goodbye to them and turned to leave.

[1] The effect is shown in the picture (the picture shows a female victim).

[2] This is indeed a widely circulated saying on the Internet, and it has been mentioned in many forums. Some even pointed out that one should be careful not to blunt the testicles for two weeks after the procedure. On

Thursday morning, July 13th

, I went to Wu Xiaohan's house as usual. She opened the door for me as usual, and then went to open Wei Qi's door. The difference was that today she didn't cover Wei Qi's eyes with a blindfold behind the door. I offered her the blindfold, but she didn't take it: "It's okay, you two can look if you want, you'll see sooner or later."

She squatted in the toilet, lifted her short skirt, revealing pure white panties with lace trim—I never imagined I'd ever see under my goddess's skirt. If I had to describe this scene with a title, it would only be—"amazing color." Just one glance at her spotless panties made my mind wander, and I felt a surge of excitement. She quickly and gently removed her panties, revealing the most sacred part of a girl—the delicate pink bud hidden beneath her pubic hair, untouched by any worldly dust. As I watched, unable to suppress my erection, a thin stream of urine finally trickled from the depths of her sacred place. Morning urine is naturally a deep yellow. This time, Wei Qi still didn't drink the holy water, but at least he no longer just imagined it through sounds; he watched it fall into the toilet right beside him. After Wu Xiaohan finished urinating, she, as usual, put the toilet paper she used to wipe his urine near his mouth. After he licked it a couple of times, she put it back in his mouth for him to savor.

Watching this somewhat erotic scene, I was stunned. It took me two seconds to react even after Wu Xiaohan asked me to get Wei Qi's food bowl and fill it with dog food and water. After I brought the dog food back to him, Wu Xiaohan closed the door and turned off the light, plunging Wei Qi into the darkness of despair.

Today, Wu Xiaohan changed into a pair of white flat shoes and went out with me, and as usual, took me to school.

On the way, she asked me, "Last night, did you think I was too inhumane?"

I was a little surprised to hear Wu Xiaohan use such a word to describe herself. I could only reply, "It was much heavier than I imagined... But why would you use a word like 'inhumane'?"

She said, "Towards the end, I actually couldn't bear it anymore—I couldn't bear it when he cried for the second time. And my hands were really sore. But, you can't just give up halfway through something like this. What would I do for the next few days if I gave up halfway?"

"Yeah, that's true," I agreed.

Yes, Wu Xiaohan is, after all, just an ordinary girl. Based on my observation and understanding of her, it's impossible for her to be truly cruel from the bottom of her heart. Just like how she studied incredibly hard since childhood, becoming a top student for over a decade, she wouldn't easily give up on anything she set her mind to.

She dropped me off at school and said, "How about we have dinner together tonight? I think there was one time you asked me out to dinner in college that we never managed to."

"Really?" I was overjoyed.

"Of course! You choose the place and send it to me on your phone. 7:15 PM. It's settled."

I chose a Southern Italian restaurant near the school and left the lab around 6 PM to wait for her there. She arrived on time. We both looked exactly like college students—except she had a rather expensive-looking handbag, though I didn't know what brand it was. When she sat across from me, it still felt a little unreal. After all, she was my goddess from years ago; it was a miracle to even meet her again, let alone have dinner together alone. I was truly grateful to Wei Qi.

We ordered two appetizers and one main course each. She even ordered a Limoncel. Of course, I couldn't drink, since someone had to drive her home.

She told me about her breakup with that guy—after she went abroad, they gradually lost contact. Although he came to see her once, he couldn't always be by her side. Later, they had a fight on the phone and didn't contact each other for a month, and she finally broke up with him. She hasn't dated since, focusing on her work. The house she lives in now was bought by her family many years ago. She returned to China to work for two and a half years, saving money to renovate her BDSM studio and buy a car.

I asked her how extensive her BDSM experience was, but she said that after renovating the studio, she had only met two submissives, and had also met one abroad before. In total—even including Wei Qi and her ex-boyfriend—that's only five. Five is more than the total number of girls in my contact list. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel inferior.

Out of curiosity, I pressed on, "So... why did you choose Wei Qi? You must have had quite a few male subs contacting you online, right?"

"Yes, quite a few. For a while, people were adding me every day. Actually, I only arranged to meet him because I knew he was a junior from my school. Many of the male subs who messaged me were really low-class, and I figured the students at our school couldn't be that bad."

"Oh, right. Quite a few people must have tried to seduce you. So that's why you charge?"

"I charge to filter out some... uh... politically incorrect people, some from the lower rungs of society, people I can't possibly communicate with. But there's also a problem: some subs, when they hear I charge, assume I'm a professional female s—the kind of woman who'd let someone lick her feet for a few hundred dollars."

"Hmm, it seems there are a lot of those paid female S's who offer all sorts of services."

"A few hundred dollars to have someone lick your feet, isn't that selling your body? What's the difference between that and prostitution? Every time someone mistakes me for one of those so-called female S's, I feel utterly disgusted. So from the beginning, I made it very clear: no matter how much they pay, ten thousand or a million, don't even think about getting close to my body, including my feet. If you really have a foot fetish, just lick the soles of my shoes; my feet are not for me to touch."

"Hmm, that certainly filters out some disgusting people." "

Yes. I also have a strict rule: no submissive can ejaculate here, and I won't give them footjobs or shoejobs. I'm not a prostitute; I don't act as a S to give submissives orgasms."

"So you really are... uh... pure."

"Then some 'ms' saw these two rules and said I was pretentious, and even said I 'don't know my place, really think I'm a goddess,' all sorts of nasty things, it's really baffling. But there are also a few who are willing to meet me, including Wei Qi."

"So you're that sure?"

"No. I didn't want to be misunderstood, so I didn't charge him a penny. But I gave him some tasks to complete and then film them and send to me as his first test. Of course, he wasn't entirely at ease with me either. After all, there are so many self-proclaimed female S scammers or prostitutes, and he was worried that I was either a money-scammer or someone who would mess around. So we chatted for a while, then met up and talked again, and finally tried SM once, including licking shoes and trampling, and then we started to trust each other." "

But you were still worried, and you said you wanted to lock him in a chastity lock to test him."

"Yes, partly to test him, and partly to let him accumulate submissiveness and sexual desire, so I had him locked up for three months."

Wu Xiaohan is indeed different from others. As her submissive, I wasn't even allowed to touch her feet—though, it seemed, this was how a submissive should be.

After chatting and eating, it was time to go home. I was quite satisfied with eating with her—I even insisted on paying for the meal first. Afterwards, I drove her car and we went back to her house together. Just like yesterday, she opened the door, unchained Wei Qi, and let him crawl to the sofa.

Wei Qi's entire body was covered in whip marks from the previous night. Every welt was bright red and swollen; some had purplish-blue bruises underneath. His whole body was a purplish-red, a truly shocking sight.

She first poured dog food for Wei Qi: "Hey, you know what? Xu Yangdong treated me to Italian food tonight. But you can only keep eating dog food. There's no other way, dogs can only eat dog food."

After feeding him, she asked Wei Qi, "Your lower part should be mostly healed by now, right? Why don't you keep playing with it, haha."

Wei Qi probably thought that this time he finally had a chance to unlock the chastity lock that had been locked for several months, but Wu Xiaohan immediately and bluntly shattered his fantasy: "Of course, I won't let you unlock it."

She ordered Wei Qi to fetch the red high heels from the cabinet and change into them. Wei Qi quietly crawled to the shoe cabinet and picked up Wu Xiaohan's high heels. On his way back to the sofa, the whip marks on his knees were even worn through, leaving a trail of blood.

As before, she made Wei Qi lick the soles of her white sneakers clean. After licking the dirty soles, she made Wei Qi take off her flat shoes. She once again stretched her feet to Wei Qi's mouth: "These are the same socks I wore yesterday. I usually change my socks every day, but now, to satisfy you, this pervert, I'm planning to wear the same pair for several days. Smell them, don't they smell better?"

Wei Qi sniffed the boat socks on Wu Xiaohan's feet and nodded. Wu Xiaohan said, "Be good, and I'll lick you. Now, change me into these high heels."

The red of the high heels was vibrant and pure, and the heels were higher and thinner than the black shoes she had worn a couple of days ago. The golden soles were clean, without any signs of wear—Wu Xiaohan probably didn't wear them out. Wei Qi held the heel in his mouth and placed the shoes in front of Wu Xiaohan, then carefully held the back of the shoe and put them on her.

She went into the training room, walked to a small wooden table in the corner, and made Wei Qi kneel with his genitals resting on the edge of the table. Then she stood on the table.

She inserted the heel into the gap of the chastity lock and then stomped on it. The poor penis had nowhere to escape from the chastity lock, forced to obediently endure the immense pressure of the weight pressing on the heel of the shoe. Wei Qi screamed in pain, his continuous "Ahhh!" cries almost piercing the walls; I almost suspected the entire building could hear them. Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot, and Wei Qi immediately collapsed to the ground in agony. Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to put his genitals back down, and I then noticed a large dent in Wei Qi's penis from being stepped on. Wu Xiaohan said gently, "Does it hurt too much? Okay, then let me step on your testicles." She pressed the toe of her shoe against Wei Qi's testicles, slowly concentrating the pressure by rising on her tiptoes. Wei Qi gritted his teeth, groans constantly escaping from between them. She lifted her foot and quickly stepped on his other testicle. Wei Qi struggled to endure it, sweat pouring down his forehead.

At that moment, Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot and stomped hard on Wei Qi's testicle with the tip of her shoe. He screamed in agony, instinctively trying to cover himself with his hands. Wu Xiaohan commanded in an unyielding tone, "Take your hands away!" and stomped on it again. With another heart-wrenching scream from the poor Wei Qi, he involuntarily pulled back, removing his genitals from the table.

Wu Xiaohan angrily commanded, "Put them back!"

Wei Qi shook his head desperately, saying, "Master... could you be gentler?"

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Yes, Master will be gentler." Only then did Wei Qi tremblingly put them back.

While saying, "Master, it's gentle, very gentle, I won't hurt you," Wu Xiaohan gently rubbed Wei Qi's testicles with the sole of her shoe—the movement was very gentle, perhaps it really did relieve Wei Qi's pain. But just as Wei Qi gradually relaxed his guard, Wu Xiaohan suddenly raised her foot and stomped down hard. Wei Qi screamed in pain and collapsed backward to the ground.

Wu Xiaohan was really angry this time. She went to the cabinet and took out a hammer and nails. She placed the nails at the base of one side of Wei Qi's scrotum, hammered them a few times, pierced through Wei Qi's scrotum, and nailed them to the table. Three nails in total, one on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right, secured Wei Qi's scrotum. The stinging pain of the nail piercing his scrotum seemed bearable—Wei Qi only groaned softly. Wu Xiaohan then ordered Wei Qi to place his hands on the corners of the table, and then used a nail to pierce the web between Wei Qi's thumbs and index fingers, pinning his hands to the table so he couldn't move them. As the nail pierced his hands, Wei Qi gritted his teeth and groaned softly.

Wu Xiaohan stood back on the table, satisfied—this time Wei Qi was a helpless lamb, with no way to escape. As Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot, she saw Wei Qi looking at her in terror, shaking his head repeatedly. She ignored him and stomped down hard. After a scream, there were obvious bruises and purple marks inside Wei Qi's scrotum. Wu Xiaohan stomped several times—poor Wei Qi screamed, trembled, and struggled helplessly. Finally, Wu Xiaohan stopped stomping and instead crossed her legs, using her full weight to press her testicles against the sole of her shoe, twisting them back and forth. Wei Qi's shrill screams were extremely distorted—his lips were even bitten until they bled.

Wu Xiaohan didn't stop, but asked Wei Qi, "What's wrong? Do you think your master is too heavy?"

"No, it's not..." Wei Qi answered breathlessly.

"Then why are you in so much pain?"

"It's because I'm too useless, too easily trampled." Wei Qi's voice was weak and trembling, almost crying.

"Hmm, so shouldn't you thank your master for training you like this?"

"Yes..." Wei Qi managed to squeeze out a few words in a distorted voice, "Thank you, master."

Wu Xiaohan finally got off Wei Qi's testicles. Before Wei Qi could even breathe a sigh of relief, Wu Xiaohan stomped on Wei Qi's already riddled testicles again. After a scream, Wei Qi weakly said, "Master... please... don't step on my balls... step on my penis instead."

"Oh?" Wu Xiaohan agreed, "Okay." She inserted her heel into the gap of the chastity lock again and pressed down with her full weight—and even twisted it for a while.

Wei Qi screamed in agony, struggling desperately—the only effect of which was torn at his own hands, causing the pierced wounds to bleed profusely.

Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot—blood was already seeping from the indentation she had left on Wei Qi's penis. Wei Qi had already closed his eyes, only shaking his head frantically. Wu Xiaohan slipped her foot through another gap in the chastity lock, stomping and twisting again. Wei Qi's body convulsed uncontrollably, tormented by unbearable pain.

Wu Xiaohan raised her foot again, preparing to insert it through the last gap in the chastity lock—Wei Qi pleaded again, "Master...please step on my testicles instead...stepping on my penis hurts too much..."

Wu Xiaohan said, "You're so fussy. You were the one who said you wanted to step on my penis. Now you want to go back to stepping on my testicles. Fine, as a merciful master, I'll grant your wish. Don't regret it this time."

Wu Xiaohan stomped hard on Wei Qi's testicles—Wei Qi screamed, barely enduring the pain. But Wu Xiaohan's second stomp wasn't with the sole, but with the heel. The heel slammed heavily onto his testicles, and Wei Qi finally couldn't bear the unprecedented pain. After a scream, he actually managed to pull his right hand off the table. The nail that had pierced his right hand was still stuck on the table, its head leaving a large hole. Blood was flowing continuously from the hole. But it was clear that even this intense pain was no match for the agony of his genitals being ravaged by the shoe heel. Seeing that Wei Qi didn't cover himself, Wu Xiaohan stomped hard on his other testicle with her heel. After a heart-wrenching scream, Wei Qi's upper body fell backward, his eyes rolling back.

Wu Xiaohan temporarily stopped the torture. After regaining some consciousness, Wei Qi pleaded, "I really can't stand having my testicles stomped on by the heel. Are my testicles already broken... Master, why don't you stomp on my penis instead?"

Wu Xiaohan didn't say anything, but simply got off the table and left the room. When she returned, she held the collar's remote control. She announced, "When Master stomps his penis, you want Master to stomp his balls; when Master stomps his balls, you want Master to stomp his penis. You keep tormenting him, trying to amuse him? Today, you'll see if Master doesn't electrocute you."

She pressed the shock button. Wei Qi's entire body tensed and began to convulse violently. She didn't immediately release the button, and Wei Qi's convulsions intensified. A few seconds later, the instant she released the button, Wei Qi's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed backward again, letting out a wailing sound. As he collapsed backward, the nails embedded in the base of his scrotum and the web of his left hand cruelly tore through his flesh once more.

Wu Xiaohan stood on the table again and warned Wei Qi, "If you talk again, or try to hide again, I guarantee I'll shock you for two minutes next time. Understand?"

Wei Qi nodded in fear. Wu Xiaohan jumped up from the table and stomped her heel hard on Wei Qi's genitals. She jumped several times—each time the landing point was not precise; sometimes she stomped right in the center of his poor penis, deeply piercing the corpus cavernosum; sometimes she hit the side of his penis, scraping the foreskin until it bled; sometimes she stepped on the empty space of his scrotum, making a crisp sound as she tapped the table, leaving a horrifying mark; sometimes she directly struck his fragile testicles, completely deforming them. The only thing in common was that each stomp caused Wei Qi excruciating pain, making him cry out repeatedly.

One of Wu Xiaohan's stomps may have hit a vein in Wei Qi's penis, and blood gushed out almost like a spurt. Wu Xiaohan finally decided to let Wei Qi go. She removed the nails from Wei Qi's body, stuffed gauze into Wei Qi's chastity lock to stop the bleeding, and then went back to the living room to sit alone.

After Wei Qi's pain subsided for a while, and the bleeding completely stopped, he also crawled out. His testicles were swollen beyond recognition, and seemed to still be in pain—he gritted his teeth and gasped for breath with every step he took.

Seeing the bloodstains on the floor from Wei Qi's scraped knees, Wu Xiaohan said, "You should have licked the blood off the floor. But your saliva is quite dirty too. Here, I'll get you a wet wipe to hold in your mouth, and you can clean the floor for me."

She took a wet wipe from a drawer under the coffee table, stuffed it into Wei Qi's mouth, and ordered, "Wipe as you back away, that way you can wipe away any fresh bloodstains you made on the floor immediately. Finally, just back up to the toilet."

Wei Qi grabbed the rag and obediently knelt down to wipe the floor. As he painstakingly and slowly wiped the floor, Wu Xiaohan even asked me to show her the footage of her trampling on Wei Qi that I had just filmed, saying she wanted to see how she would look trampling on Wei Qi.

"Wow, I'm so cruel!" she exclaimed after watching the video.

"You're only just realizing that now!" I rolled my eyes at her. "Wei Qi must be in so much pain. You're a monster."

Wu Xiaohan glanced at me disdainfully, then looked down at Wei Qi and said, "Good dog, do you think Master is a monster?"

Wei Qi, who was wiping the floor, put down the rag and answered, "Yes..."

Wu Xiaohan was clearly dissatisfied with this answer and questioned him threateningly, "Huh? What did you say?"

"No," Wei Qi hurriedly explained, "I know Master isn't a monster, Master is very good to me... It's just that I like Master to torture me like a monster."

This answer still shocked me once again. I never thought that a submissive could be so despicable and enjoy being masochistic. What's more, this submissive was my roommate whom I spent every day with.

Wu Xiaohan said to him with satisfaction, "Keep mopping the floor. Be good, and Master will be even more devilish towards you in the future."

These words also struck me. In Wu Xiaohan's eyes, the more brutal torture she inflicted on Wei Qi was actually a reward.

Even being tortured by the S was a reward from the S, and the M should be grateful—perhaps this is the protocol in an SM relationship.

After Wei Qi finished mopping the floor, he returned to the bathroom. Wu Xiaohan went in and tied him up. However, Wu Xiaohan still needed to use the bathroom. This time, Wu Xiaohan announced, "I need to poop. Of course, you can only watch."

She took off her pristine white panties and squatted above Wei Qi. She urinated first—of course, Wei Qi didn't get any. Soon, her anus began to open—to be honest, her anus was so pink and clean that it was impossible to associate it with the word "filth."

Feces began to come out of her pink anus—the stool wasn't particularly thick, and the color was a normal brown. The feces naturally smelled bad—I could smell it too, but thankfully it was bearable. Wei Qi stared intently at her feces until it fell into the pit.

After defecating, she wiped her bottom clean with toilet paper, then held the paper to Wei Qi's mouth, saying, "This is Master's poop. It's very dirty and smelly. Do you want it?"

Wei Qi said, "Yes. I want it."

Wu Xiaohan shoved the paper directly into his mouth. He choked slightly and gagged.

Wu Xiaohan then made him open his mouth to eat a second sheet of toilet paper. This time, Wei Qi gagged again as soon as he closed his mouth.

Wu Xiaohan didn't give him any more sheets of toilet paper, only instructing him, "Spit it out when you've had enough. Swallowing paper is bad for your health."

Wei Qi nodded.

Wu Xiaohan didn't wait for him to finish. As usual, she left the key in the corner of the bathroom furthest from Wei Qi, then closed the door and left.

It was getting late, so I packed up the camera, charged the battery of the old camera, said goodbye to Wu Xiaohan, and took a taxi back to school.

On Friday morning, July 14th,

I went to Wu Xiaohan's house, and the same thing happened again—Wei Qi was woken up to watch Wu Xiaohan urinate, eat dog food, and then was locked up again.

Wu Xiaohan drove me to school as usual.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask Wu Xiaohan again, "I still think you were really too cruel to him last night."

"Didn't you notice that he really liked it, was very satisfied, and was even grateful to me?" Wu Xiaohan answered calmly.

"A little. At first, I thought he was afraid of you, which is why he said that. But later I felt like he really did think that way."

"Do you remember what I told you the morning before yesterday? Only by suppressing all his reasonable needs can we make him even hungrier and more depraved. These past two days, I haven't unlocked his chastity lock and have locked him in the toilet to cut off all his other sources of sensation. He's been locked in the chastity lock for three months, so being stepped on and abused is the only opportunity for his genitals to come into contact with the outside world, which he naturally enjoys. Also, locking him in the dark toilet is actually very cruel. He will spend his days in endless darkness, boredom, loneliness, and even self-doubt. So, for him, being abused by me is the only emotional contact he can have with this world. If I show that I don't want to abuse him, he will feel abandoned by the whole world."

"Okay...so...Senior Xiaohan, are you intentionally training him to crave your abuse more and more?"

"That's right. That's the most fun and rewarding part. I trample him underfoot, humiliate him at will, torture him until he's in agony, and he's still grateful to me—it really feels so good, hahaha."

"Senior Xiaohan, you really are a devil."

"Thank you for the compliment, haha. But the real me isn't a devil. Exploring another side of myself in this SM game, and helping Wei Qi explore a side of himself he hadn't even discovered, isn't that great? The real me is in everyday life, I'm still quite ladylike, right?"

"Okay, I really can't find anything wrong with what you said. But how long will this miserable situation of not being able to drink his own urine and not being allowed to open his chastity lock continue?"

Wu Xiaohan thought for a moment and said, "As for the urine, I'll give it to him tonight. As for the chastity lock, I'll have to wait two more days. He's not subservient to me yet."

"My God. This isn't 'submission'? What else do you want Wei Qi to do? Do you want him to peel off his own skin in front of you?"

"If I succeed, you'll naturally know when the two-week imprisonment ends."

"Okay."

That night, I waited for Wu Xiaohan at her door again. Wu Xiaohan untied Wei Qi and let him out, saying, "You're covered in injuries, so tonight your master won't torture you. Relax tonight, and your master will reward you."

Wei Qi first enjoyed his dog food, and then, as usual, licked the soles of Wu Xiaohan's black high heels clean. After he took off Wu Xiaohan's high heels, Wu Xiaohan stretched her feet to Wei Qi's mouth and said, "You've held on for three days. I've also worn these socks for three days straight without changing them. Now, you can enjoy them. Use your mouth to take off my socks. Don't touch my feet, and don't get your saliva on them."

"How could I possibly take off my socks without touching Wu Xiaohan's feet?" Wei Qi said aggrievedly. "Master, I can't take them off without touching your feet..."

"Oh," Wu Xiaohan didn't make things difficult for him. She gently lifted the heel of the sock with her slender, green fingers and held it to Wei Qi's lips. "Here, for you."

So, Wei Qi used his dry lips to hold the heel of the boat sock and took it off completely.

I finally saw Wu Xiaohan's graceful toes again, but she immediately put her feet into her slippers, not giving me a chance to admire them closely. She switched feet, letting Wei Qi take off the other sock as well.

"You can smell it or lick it if you want, but keep the socks on the ground. Don't put them in your mouth."

Following Wu Xiaohan's instructions, Wei Qi stuck out his tongue and licked the socks on the ground. The socks hadn't been changed for three days; the toes and heels were already a little black, probably with a strong odor.

"Do you like them?"

"Mmm. Your socks smell so good, I really like them."

Wu Xiaohan didn't say anything more, just watched him lick them passionately for a long time before saying, "Okay, if you want, you can keep them in your mouth."

So Wei Qi bit the sock directly into his mouth and sucked on it passionately, using his saliva to extract every trace of Wu Xiaohan's delicate feet from the socks.

At Wu Xiaohan's suggestion, I found a film by Boyaevsky, and the three of us watched it together at home—of course, Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa, I sat on a small sofa to the side, and Wei Qi knelt in front of the sofa, his back to Wu Xiaohan, letting her put her legs on his back. Wei Qi kept Wu Xiaohan's socks in his mouth the entire time.

After the movie, Wei Qi crawled back to the bathroom, and after Wu Xiaohan locked the door, she told him, "Today, you can drink my urine."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qi's face clearly showed joy and anticipation, and he excitedly lay down on the floor. Only then did I notice that Wei Qi was still holding Wu Xiaohan's boat socks in his mouth—the socks were already completely soaked with his saliva.

Wu Xiaohan squatted down, took off her underwear, and gestured for Wei Qi to throw her socks aside.

A trickle of urine flowed from her sacred black forest, dripping directly onto Wei Qi's face. Wei Qi quickly adjusted his head, opening his mouth wide to catch Wu Xiaohan's pale yellow urine. His mouth was already full, but Wu Xiaohan didn't stop. Wei Qi had no choice but to swallow quickly and open his mouth wide again. Of course, some urine dripped onto his face as he swallowed. Wu

Xiaohan finally finished urinating, took some paper, and wiped herself dry. Wei Qi slowly swallowed the last bit of urine in his mouth. Wu Xiaohan looked down at Wei Qi, whose face was a mess, and asked him, "Did you like it?"

Wei Qi nodded contentedly, "Yes. Master's holy water is really delicious. Thank you, Master, for being so good to me tonight. Thank you, Master."

"Then you'll have to obediently endure Master's torture tomorrow," Wu Xiaohan said, getting up and walking towards the toilet door.

"Yes, I definitely won't let Master down." As soon as Wei Qi finished speaking, Wu Xiaohan closed the toilet door, plunging Wei Qi back into darkness.

Wu Xiaohan saw me out and told me that the next day was Saturday, so I could come to her place at nine o'clock—she planned to take us to the countryside tomorrow. On the morning of Saturday, July 15th

, I arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house and called her to wake her up. She opened the door for me first as usual, then went into the bedroom to change—this time she wore a simple tee and long jeans. She went to the bathroom as usual, preparing to reward Wei Qi with her morning urine.

Wu Xiaohan took off her jeans—today she wore plain gray underwear, but still incredibly alluring. Under Wei Qi's expectant gaze, she urinated into his mouth—this was the first time Wei Qi had drunk Wu Xiaohan's morning urine. The much stronger-smelling urine went straight into Wei Qi's mouth, making him frown. But he opened his mouth wide and continued to urinate. Once his mouth was full, he swallowed as quickly as possible, then opened his mouth again. He swallowed five times before Wu Xiaohan finally finished urinating.

Wu Xiaohan asked him, "How does it taste? Is it the same as last night?"

Wei Qi replied, "Not really used to it... but I'll try my best."

"That's good. Xu Yangdong, bring me the dog food bag."

She took the dog food bag I gave her and poured dog food for Wei Qi. Haha.

Then, she left the bathroom, took a hiking backpack, and went into the training room, filling it with quite a few things; she also didn't forget to bring the remote control for the electric shocks. Wu Xiaohan gave me another hiking backpack, saying it was for me to carry the camera.

Seeing that Wei Qi had finished eating, Wu Xiaohan picked up the key and unlocked Wei Qi's chain. Then she went to the front door and ordered Wei Qi to change his shoes. This time, Wu Xiaohan made Wei Qi change into hiking boots for him. Wu Xiaohan's brown-grey hiking boots were a bit old, but they still looked imposing. Wei Qi picked up Wu Xiaohan's hiking boots and placed them near her feet, then carefully held the heel, letting Wu Xiaohan put her feet, which were clad in grey cotton socks, into the boots. After both feet were in the boots, Wu Xiaohan said, "Just use your hands to tie my shoelaces." Only then did Wei Qi reach out and tie Wu Xiaohan's shoelaces.

She opened the front door and told Wei Qi, "You'll have to climb down the stairs naked to the garage. The garage is on the first floor." Indeed, the design of this community was that the entire first floor was a garage; there were many doors in the first-floor corridor leading to the private garages of each apartment. Wei Qi mustered his courage and climbed out. Wu Xiaohan reminded him, "If you don't want others to see you, climb faster." Covered in wounds, Wei Qi scrambled downstairs—from behind, the padlock on his feet was quite conspicuous. Wu Xiaohan and I each carried our backpacks downstairs. We

reached Wu Xiaohan's car without incident. She opened the trunk and let Wei Qi climb in. The trunk was quite small; Wei Qi could only close it by lying down and curling up. However, Wu Xiaohan wasn't satisfied and ordered, "Kneel." Wei Qi had no choice but to kneel, his head against the floor, his knees bent as much as possible, and his back lowered as much as possible to reduce his height. Wu Xiaohan pressed down hard on the trunk lid to close it properly.

The trunk was crammed full by Wei Qi; even the camera could only be placed in the back seat. Wu Xiaohan got into the driver's seat and let me get in. We then drove towards the outskirts. Wu Xiaohan told me that she planned to go to a deserted mountain she knew well. However, it would probably take us an hour and a half to get there.

Along the way, Wu Xiaohan and I had a quick lunch at a roadside restaurant before continuing our journey. By the time we reached the foot of the mountain, it was already 12:30 PM.

When Wu Xiaohan opened the trunk, poor Wei Qi was completely exhausted. His spine was also compressed and he couldn't straighten up for a while. Wu Xiaohan helped him out of the car and gave him some water. Having not seen sunlight for days, he squinted at the glaring light.

Wu Xiaohan and I started walking up the mountain along the path. I wanted to help Wu Xiaohan with her backpack, but she took it from me and carried it herself. Wei Qi struggled to climb behind. His knees were badly rubbed raw, so he carefully tiptoed and crawled on his hands and feet, avoiding putting his knees on the ground. When we reached the halfway point, Wu Xiaohan and I sat on a rock and waited for Wei Qi—after a long wait, he finally slowly climbed up. Wei Qi looked truly pitiful—his entire body was covered in whip marks, the collar around his neck had chafed and rubbed raw, his penis inside the chastity lock was only bluish-purple, and his feet were still bound by those two padlocks; he had clearly tried to crawl faster, so all his scars were covered in sweat.

Wu Xiaohan said to Wei Qi, "Wei Qi, your master needs to use the restroom. You can taste the gold that Xin Xin has been longing for now."

Wu Xiaohan spread a disposable picnic mat on the ground and let Wei Qi lie down on it. Wei Qi opened his mouth, ready to enjoy his picnic. Wu Xiaohan skillfully squatted down above Wei Qi's face, taking off his jeans and gray underwear that were slightly damp with sweat.

Wei Qi never imagined that his first experience of eating Wu Xiaohan's feces would be in the wild. Wu Xiaohan's daisy opened slightly, and a piece of what appeared to be a hard, brownish feces slowly emerged.

Upon seeing this, Wei Qi became erect again within the chastity lock. The feces eventually dripped down and fell into Wei Qi's mouth.

If I hadn't seen something similar in AVs, I probably would have vomited. Even after seeing this kind of fecal matter countless times in videos, seeing it in person was still unbearable.

Wu Xiaohan stopped, waiting for Wei Qi to swallow. Wei Qi immediately gaggled. It seems the smell of feces is ultimately unbearable. Wei Qi chewed, trying to swallow—but his instinctive physiological reaction made him vomit again, even spitting half a piece of feces out of his mouth. Wu Xiaohan commanded resolutely, "It's what you wanted. Swallow—down—and don't waste the reward your master gave you." Wei Qi nodded slightly, trying hard to swallow the feces. His initial instinctive reaction was to resist the smell of feces, and he vomited—along with his stomach acid.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to open his mouth wide and then defecated another piece of feces into his mouth. This piece of feces was slightly lighter in color and softer in texture; however, it was very long, the top even protruding beyond Wei Qi's mouth and resting on his chin.

At this moment, she wiped her tender body clean with paper, threw the paper aside, and stood up. She walked to the side and took out the remote control of the stun gun collar from her backpack.

When Wei Qi saw the stun gun in Wu Xiaohan's hand, he knew that if he didn't obediently eat it, he would experience an electric shock that would make him wish he were dead. So he immediately tried his best to suppress his physical discomfort and swallowed Wu Xiaohan's feces. But having eaten something so smelly for the first time, he really couldn't help but feel an instinctive urge to vomit. He coughed a few times, spitting out some fragments of feces.

Wu Xiaohan took out the stun gun and placed her hand on it. Wei Qi panicked and quickly swallowed the feces in his mouth—to avoid a repeat of what had just happened, he swallowed the entire feces as fast as he could. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan asked, "What's wrong? Why didn't you savor the master's scent before swallowing it so quickly?"

Wei Qi shook his head, chewed it slightly, and continued to swallow, but as he couldn't help vomiting again, there wasn't much feces left in his mouth—he had only swallowed about a third of the previous feces, and nearly two-thirds had come out.

Wu Xiaohan shook her head and pressed the stun button. Wei Qi's body trembled and immediately curled up—he also choked on the remaining feces in his mouth. The electric shock made him contort for two or three seconds before Wu Xiaohan released him. He screamed, his whole body trembling as he clenched his fist and swallowed the rest of the feces in his mouth. Then, Wu Xiaohan made him lie down and eat all the feces that had fallen onto the mat.

Wei Qi quickly lay down and licked it up, while Wu Xiaohan stomped heavily on Wei Qi's head, looking disdainfully at the despicable man beneath her shoe.

After he finished eating, Wu Xiaohan took out a bottle of mineral water and made Wei Qi rinse his mouth, then ordered him to put the mat away, put it in two plastic bags, and put it in my bag to throw away in a trash can on the way down the mountain. We continued up the path.

After about half an hour, we reached a sparse pine grove, where Wu Xiaohan decided to stop. She found a rock to sit on and had me set up my camera a few meters in front of her.

We waited for Wei Qi for about half an hour before he finally climbed up obediently.

Wu Xiaohan told Wei Qi, "I've decided to play with you here." She then had Wei Qi climb up to her.

She stretched out her legs, heels on the ground, revealing the soles of her shoes, and said to Wei Qi, "Look at my shoes, they're covered in dirt."

At this moment, Wu Xiaohan's hair was slightly blown by the wind, and her serene smile looked so innocent and pure that it instantly evoked a protective instinct in one.

Wei Qi, unable to resist the goddess's charm, whispered, "Then... Master... may I lick it clean for you?"

"Yes, come on."

Wei Qi lowered his head and began licking the soles of Wu Xiaohan's shoes. He licked off the dirt embedded in the soles, swallowing it bit by bit. Perhaps already accustomed to it, Wu Xiaohan looked down at the man at her feet with a serene expression. However, one could still vaguely discern the happiness in her heart.

After Wei Qi licked the soles of her shoes clean, Wu Xiaohan took out handcuffs and shackles from her backpack, threw them on the ground, and ordered Wei Qi, "Take this to the tree behind you and handcuff yourself to it."

Wei Qi climbed to the tree and, under Wu Xiaohan's commands, first knelt with his back against the tree, then wrapped his legs around the tree from both sides and handcuffed them together; then he wrapped his hands around the tree from both sides and handcuffed them together. In this way, he was firmly tied to the tree and could not escape; he could only kneel, unable to stand up or lie down.

Wu Xiaohan got up to pick up the key and returned. Then, she raised her foot and rubbed the tip of her shoe against Wei Qi's locked genitals, saying, "Poor little slut, your dick is locked up, it hasn't been opened yet. Don't you want your big sister to comfort you with her foot?"

Before Wei Qi could speak, Wu Xiaohan withdrew her foot, then lifted it backward and kicked Wei Qi's genitals hard. Although Wei Qi's penis had a stainless steel cage, her hiking boots provided enough protection for Wu Xiaohan's feet, preventing the chastity lock from hurting them.

Of course, the pain didn't spare Wei Qi. He gasped in pain, his knees bent lower, and his body slumped downwards. Wu Xiaohan kicked him several more times, and Wei Qi cried out in pain, trying to squeeze his legs together—but his legs were spread apart by the tree, making it impossible to close them. The only effect of his struggle was to leave another red mark on his ankle from the shackles.

Wu Xiaohan kicked again, and Wei Qi finally couldn't help but beg for mercy. Even after the lessons he had learned in the past few days that "begging for mercy is useless," Wei Qi probably still held onto a sliver of hope. He didn't dare ask Wu Xiaohan to stop kicking him, but pleaded in a trembling voice, "M-Master, I can't take it anymore, let me rest for a while before you kick me again."

But without a doubt, Wei Qi's pleas only served to further arouse Wu Xiaohan's sadistic desires. Wu Xiaohan even took two steps back for a running start before slamming her hiking boot down hard on Wei Qi's exposed testicles.

Wei Qi screamed in pain, his trembling body making the trees shake. His upper body was bent forward to its limit, but his hands were handcuffed to the tree, preventing him from truly collapsing. Therefore, his vulnerable testicles remained completely exposed to Wu Xiaohan's brutal kicks.

Under Wu Xiaohan's relentless kicking, Wei Qi's body went limp, and his eyes rolled back. Blood began to flow from his genitals—probably from the friction and impact of his flesh being caught between Wu Xiaohan's hiking boot and the stainless steel chastity belt.

Wu Xiaohan only stopped when she saw blood dripping onto her own hiking boot. "Look at you, you useless thing, you've made your master's shoes dirty, sigh."

Wei Qi was in so much pain that he was almost unconscious, mechanically shaking his head without saying a word.

Wu Xiaohan walked back to her backpack and took out a thick, long leather whip.

I was a little surprised: "Are you still going to hit him? He's almost passed out..."

"Then hit him awake." Wu Xiaohan said with a hint of malice.

"But... the whip marks on his body haven't even healed yet..." I said this because his body was still covered with scars that hadn't fallen off, a shocking sight to behold.

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Yes. To knock off the scars, and then to deepen the wounds, that's what a scumbag like him deserves. Like now, the whip marks will disappear in six months, too short."

With that, Wu Xiaohan brandished the whip, striking Wei Qi heavily across the chest. The sound of the whip echoed throughout the valley, while Wei Qi's screams were much quieter—weakened, he could barely murmur.

He remained relatively calm for the first few lashes, but later he couldn't help but twist and struggle in vain. With each relentless lash, the scars that had painstakingly formed on Wei Qi's body were torn off, the new whip marks a vibrant red against the previously mottled scars. Blood gushed from various parts of his body, splattering onto the pine needles piled on the ground with each lash of the whip.

Wu Xiaohan, exhausted, finally stopped. Wei Qi seemed relieved, but not at all relaxed; his head slumped to one side, and he breathed heavily.

Wu Xiaohan didn't go back to her seat. Instead, she walked up to me and handed me the whip: "Xu Yangdong, you take over."

I was surprised: "Me? Isn't that inappropriate?"

Wu Xiaohan said, "As a friend, what's inappropriate about you helping me?"

She insisted on handing me the whip. I took the whip and walked up to Wei Qi. Seeing his mangled body and barely alive state, I couldn't bear to hit him.

Seeing that I didn't move, Wu Xiaohan said to me, "Go ahead and hit him. Don't disappoint me."

Wei Qi still kept his head down. I couldn't imagine what kind of look he would have if he looked up at me now.

I said to Wu Xiaohan, "I really can't bring myself to do it. I know him too well."

Wu Xiaohan then shouted at Wei Qi, "You slut, your master's hands are tired and he wants to rest.

Just say the word and let Xu Yangdong hit you." Wei Qi didn't dare disobey, so he could only whisper, "Brother Dong, it's okay, hit me. Let my master rest for a while."

Looking at Wei Qi's determined eyes, I hardened my heart, picked up the whip, and lashed him. I didn't dare to use too much force, but the whip still whistled through the air in my hand and struck Wei Qi's body. Wei Qi's body trembled, and he continued to lower his head, preparing to take the next lash.

After I whipped him a few times, Wu Xiaohan spoke up: "Xu Yangdong, you're hitting too lightly. You're a boy, you should be stronger than me. Use all your strength. If you don't, I'll punish Wei Qi with an electric shock."

Hearing the word "electric shock," Wei Qi was terrified and quickly said, "Brother Dong, please hit me harder. Please, I really don't want to be shocked by Master."

I had no choice but to swing the whip harder. This time, Wei Qi cried out in pain, his body trembling uncontrollably. Wu Xiaohan said, "That's more like it. Use more force." I had no choice but to continue whipping Wei Qi—the whip marks I left were clearly deeper than those Wu Xiaohan had left. Wei Qi gritted his teeth in pain, his eyes wide, the veins on his forehead bulging; he twisted his body from side to side, trying to avoid the direct blows of the whip.

After a while, Wu Xiaohan stood beside me, leaned close to my ear and encouraged me, "Come on, Xu Yangdong. Thank you for helping. Go harder!"

Her warm breath touched my ear, making my whole body go weak; and her clear, melodious voice, like a nightingale's song, made me unable to resist. Without thinking, I obeyed her instructions and whipped Wei Qi with all my might. Wei Qi's body writhed helplessly in front of me, but I forced myself to ignore it.

Wei Qi's blood was splattering everywhere, and he had begun to sob. My hand was indeed aching, so I used this as an excuse to stop and return to my camera.

Wu Xiaohan praised me loudly, "Xu Yangdong, you looked so cool when you hit Wei Qi!"

I didn't know how to reply, so I simply said "Thank you" and handed the whip back to her.

Wu Xiaohan wiped the whip clean, put it back in her bag, slung her bag over her shoulder, went to Wei Qi, touched his face, and said, "Xu Yangdong and I are leaving now. You can spend the night here, and we'll come back to untie you tomorrow. It's summer anyway, you won't freeze to death naked. Good luck!" Then she gestured for me to leave with her.

Wei Qi didn't say a word, watching us leave with a look of grievance and fear in his eyes.

I asked Wu Xiaohan, "Are we really going to untie him tomorrow?" Wu Xiaohan said, "Of course not. There are wild animals and such at night, it's still very dangerous. Let's climb to the top of the mountain and untie him when we come down." So

we started climbing up the mountain. Wu Xiaohan even said to me, "Seriously, you did a really good job just now, you've got potential."

I smiled awkwardly and asked her, "The time you hit him with a rattan cane at your house before, you were even more tired than today, but you still persisted. Why did you make me hit him today? I really feel embarrassed."

Wu Xiaohan explained, "Before, it was to build his feelings for me and stir up his admiration, so I had to do it myself no matter how tired I was. But now that the feelings have been built, it's time to move to the next stage. Today, I intentionally had you hit him because I wanted to humiliate him. I wanted him to know that as long as I give the order, even if someone else abuses him, he has to accept it. He's the most despicable."

I was somewhat amazed by Wu Xiaohan's meticulous and ruthless thinking.

As we climbed the mountain, I followed behind Wu Xiaohan, constantly admiring her back. I couldn't help but recall my freshman year when I hiked with the orienteering club. I always followed behind Wu Xiaohan, silently admiring her back, even secretly taking photos with my phone to remember her. Back then, she didn't have hiking boots, just regular hiking shoes. During rest breaks, I never dared to look directly at Wu Xiaohan's face, only daring to stare at her white hiking shoes. Now, hiking with Wu Xiaohan again, I had a disorienting feeling of time travel.

I climbed upwards, admiring my goddess's back, getting closer and closer to the summit. The happiest moment happened when we were near the top. There was a large rocky staircase, taller than a person, that we had to climb from below, and there were no ropes left by previous climbers. I first climbed up along a crack in the rock, and then Wu Xiaohan handed me our backpacks from below before climbing up herself. She reached out her hand, asking me to help her.

The moment I touched her fingertips, I felt as if I'd been electrocuted, overwhelmed by the warmth of her fingers. Her hand was as soft as cotton candy, as smooth as silk. I almost hesitated to squeeze it. But since I needed to pull her up, I had no choice but to hold her hand tightly. Was this the first time I'd ever held a girl's hand? No, perhaps this couldn't even be considered holding hands. After pulling her up, I lingered, reluctant to let go; but not daring to cross the line, I quickly released her hand. So this was what they meant by "the warmth of a girl's palm," this was what they meant by "the lingering warmth in her palm." I was lost in thought, feeling embarrassed by my own "loser" mentality.

The view from the summit was quite nice—surrounded by many hills, while not quite offering a panoramic view, it was enough to overlook all the surrounding valleys. On this summer afternoon, there wasn't a single cloud or mist among the mountains; only the sharply defined rocks, ridges, and withered tree trunks, like a woodblock print, were visible. Wu Xiaohan and I stood on the mountaintop, the wind howling, making the reeds on the nearby slope sway from side to side, and even ruffling Wu Xiaohan's hair. For a moment, I completely forgot about Wei Qi's presence, only wishing time could freeze at this moment, standing beside Wu Xiaohan, until millions of years later when this mountain no longer existed.

Wu Xiaohan asked me to take her picture: "Photographer classmate, your photography skills are pretty good, right?" I replied, "It should be alright. At least, I'll try my best." I crouched down to find a good angle and took several photos of Wu Xiaohan. The angle of the photos, slightly looking up, was exactly how I envisioned them.

It was getting late, so I reluctantly said goodbye to the mountaintop and descended the same way Wu Xiaohan had come up.

We reached that rocky step, taller than a person, again. This time, I jumped down first, then had her hand me both bags.

Wu Xiaohan was a little scared—after all, the bottom of the step wasn't flat, and there was a steep slope on the side; jumping down rashly could result in a fall or even a slip. I told her to face the rocks, grab the top of the rock, and slowly climb down.

Seeing that she had no foothold, I stretched out my hand halfway up the rock and told Wu Xiaohan, "You can step on my hand."

Wu Xiaohan hesitated for a moment: "Is that okay?"

I said, "Yes."

So, she stepped onto my hand.

Looking at the goddess's muddy, brown-gray hiking boots in my palm, I felt an indescribable happiness. Being able to support her with my own hands felt like holding up the whole world; my subconscious protective instincts were fully satisfied.

After she got to the ground, she said to me, "I'm sorry you got your hands dirty." For some

reason, I suddenly felt unafraid of embarrassment and said, "It's okay. My hands are truly honored to be supported by your feet."

Wu Xiaohan was clearly embarrassed by those words and had to change the subject: "Okay, give me my bag, let's go."

I actually wished the descent would be longer, so I could have more time alone with Wu Xiaohan. Subconsciously, I even wished Wei Qi would disappear, so that this day could be just Wu Xiaohan and me hiking alone. But all of that was obviously impossible.

When we descended the mountain and returned to Wei Qi's place, the forest was already bathed in the red glow of the setting sun.

Wei Qi was still slumped in place, the blood on his body already dried. Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes: "You...you're back?"

Wu Xiaohan said, "Yes. We've come down from the top of the mountain and are getting ready to go home. You can stay on the mountain."

Wei Qi didn't say anything—he had probably already accepted this arrangement, or realized that whatever he said would be futile.

Wu Xiaohan took two more steps down the mountain before turning back: "Okay, okay, I was just kidding. I'll unlock it for you right now."

Wei Qi couldn't quite believe this good thing: "Really? Thank you, Master, thank you, Master..."

Wu Xiaohan took out a key, unlocked his handcuffs and shackles, put the shackles back into her backpack, and started descending the mountain.

It was getting late, so we didn't leave Wei Qi behind. Instead, we let him crawl in front while we followed.

Wu Xiaohan took out her whip from her bag again and, like a coachman, lashed out at Wei Qi, yelling, "Useless scoundrel, can't you crawl faster?" The scene was somewhat comical.

By the time we got back to the car, the sun had already set. Wei Qi's hands and calves were covered in mud, so Wu Xiaohan first laid a new picnic mat in the trunk before letting Wei Qi kneel on it.

Wu Xiaohan was tired too, so she asked me to drive back to the city. We got back to the city at nine o'clock, and she suggested we go straight to a barbecue place. We left Wei Qi in the trunk and went to get some barbecue.

We had overestimated our hunger and ordered way too much food. We decided to give the leftovers to Wei Qi.

When we got to Wu Xiaohan's house and let Wei Qi out, the poor thing was too weak to move. Indeed, he had vomited up his stomach acid after eating Wu Xiaohan's feces, and climbing the mountain on his knees had taken a lot of energy; it was perfectly normal for him to be starving.

Wu Xiaohan took out the remaining barbecue, poured it on the garage floor, and said, "Here, I'll treat you to something nice today. The leftovers are yours."

Wei Qi's eyes lit up instantly, and he pounced on them to eat. Wu Xiaohan said irritably, "Get up first!" Then she stomped on the food with the sole of her boot, covering it with dirt and grime, before letting Wei Qi continue eating.

Watching him eat like a wolf, Wu Xiaohan said, "I'm going upstairs to rest first. You two can come up after you're done eating and I'll clean up the floor."

Wu Xiaohan went upstairs. And so, for the first time in days, I had some time alone with Wei Qi.

I told him, "Slow down, no rush." After he finished eating, I used a damp paper towel to wipe the floor clean, then asked him, "These past few days must have been tough for you, right?"

Wei Qi only managed to utter four words: "Worse than death."

"Did you expect it to be this bad before you came?"

"I thought it would be this intense, but I didn't expect it to be this unbearable, this painful."

"Sigh. You must regret it now, right?"

"A little. But I'm already here, I can't just run away."

"Yeah, you've never done anything this intense before?"

"I've pricked myself with needles before, but only four or five needles. What I've been doing these past few days has hurt way more than that."

I could only sigh, "Yes. She really is too ruthless."

"Really, I never expected it either. She's so gentle when she's not abusing people, but she can be so cruel when she's torturing them."

"I've completely changed my perception of her. I never even imagined she'd be a sadist. But, do you really like her?"

Wei Qi admitted, "I guess so. Such a great female sadist is really rare. By the way... did you ever pursue her?"

"Yeah. I was so naive back in my freshman year."

"No wonder you were so obedient in front of her." "No

, she's nothing like you. You were practically her slave."

Seeing he didn't say anything, I reminded him again, "It's only been five days. You still have nine more days to endure."

He just sighed. We seemed to tacitly avoid mentioning the time I whipped him today.

After he went upstairs, Wu Xiaohan said, "You're all tired, go and rest early. I'm tired too. Xu Yangdong, you go back first."

She then looked at Wei Qi and said, "You're too dirty, go inside and take a shower before I lock you up."

Wei Qi crawled towards the toilet, and after thanking Wu Xiaohan, I said goodbye and went downstairs.

The embarrassment and guilt of personally slapping Wei Qi still lingered in my heart; but the beautiful scene with Wu Xiaohan on the mountaintop was even more vivid in my mind.

On Sunday morning, July 16th,

around ten o'clock, I arrived at Wu Xiaohan's house. After she opened the door for me, she went to unlock Wei Qi's door while still in her pajamas.

Perhaps out of laziness, this time she didn't give Wei Qi her morning urine directly, but instead urinated into his food bowl, mixing it with dog food, and fed it to him.

While Wei Qi was bent over eating the dog food, Wu Xiaohan told us that she had decided to rest at home for a day. Wei Qi would just help with cleaning. Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi carry a rag and wipe the floors of the house clean; except for her bedroom—she didn't allow Wei Qi into her bedroom. Although Wei Qi was slow, he had plenty of time to work at his own pace.

Wu Xiaohan sat on the windowsill and began reading Wittgenstein's *Philosophical Investigations*.

I asked her with a touch of admiration, "Senior Xiaohan, you study philosophy?"

Wu Xiaohan replied, "No. People who really study philosophy have already read this book several times. I just read it as leisure reading, and I can't fully understand it anyway." I didn't

know if that was true or just her being modest.

I also took out my laptop from the desk next to me and started organizing the video clips I had filmed here these past few days. Wei Qi's repeated agonizing struggles, even now, are still chilling to watch. But when I looked up and saw Wu Xiaohan sitting peacefully on the balcony, engrossed in her book, she seemed even more quiet, sweet, and gentle than the average girl. It was impossible to connect her with the demon who had repeatedly abused Wei Qi.

I edited together the climax of each act of torture and started rendering the video on the computer. I looked up and saw sunlight shining on Wu Xiaohan's toes. Her clear nail tips shimmered with a golden light, and her snow-white toes appeared even more radiant in the sunlight, without a single line visible, only smooth as jade. What a perfect pair of feet—so perfect that they almost shouldn't belong to this world. And these feet belonged to such a perfect girl. Her face, her sun-kissed hair, were all captivating. A girl like her, no matter how much she tortured Wei Qi, no one could bear to blame her in the slightest; even if she left Wei Qi covered in blood, I would probably only care whether the blood stained her body.

As I was admiring Wu Xiaohan, she called out without looking up, "You bastard, get me a glass of water." For some reason, I only seemed to realize that "Wu Xiaohan wanted water," so I got up and poured her a glass.

When Wu Xiaohan saw that it was me bringing her the water, she asked in surprise, "Why is it you? I asked my bastard to get me water. Are you going to be my bastard?"

"No...no...Wei Qi is mopping the floor in the kitchen, he probably didn't hear me, so I came..."

Wu Xiaohan took the water and scolded me, "Don't take Wei Qi's job. Wei Qi really wants to serve me, don't steal his chance. He paid me before."

I couldn't help but feel inferior—having never paid, I didn't even have the right to serve Wu Xiaohan tea and water. Although I knew this wasn't Wu Xiaohan's intention, I still couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Wu Xiaohan then said to me, "Oh, I don't want to cook lunch, let's order pizza. You go and order it. This afternoon you and I will go grocery shopping together, and we'll cook at home tonight."

I ordered a large pizza and a box of chicken wings. At 12:30 pm, the delivery arrived, and Wu Xiaohan and I sat on the sofa to eat pizza. Wu Xiaohan was in a good mood, so she called Wei Qi to kneel at her feet and threw the leftover chicken wing bones from her meal into his food bowl. Wei Qi didn't waste this delicacy, which still carried the scent of Wu Xiaohan's lips and teeth; he chewed the bones and swallowed them all.

After lunch, I suggested showing them the edited video. I connected the computer to the TV and surround sound system in the living room and started playing it. Wei Qi's screams echoed through the room.

Wu Xiaohan watched with a bit of enjoyment: "Wow. I was so cruel to him the other day."

Wei Qi looked helpless, and I guessed he was thinking, "Don't you know how cruel you were? I was almost tortured to death, okay?"

Wu Xiaohan kicked Wei Qi and asked, "How did you feel seeing yourself being tortured like that?"

"I felt very satisfied. It was worth being tortured," Wei Qi obediently replied, "I will definitely treasure this video."

Wu Xiaohan said, "You have to be good from now on. Otherwise, I'll have Xu Yangdong send this video to your classmates so everyone can see how shameless you are, hahaha."

"Yes, Master, don't worry, I will definitely be a good slave."

In the afternoon, Wu Xiaohan took out her dirty underwear and washed it by hand in a basin. Wei Qi's eyes widened when he saw the dirty underwear in Wu Xiaohan's hand.

Wu Xiaohan asked him, "What's wrong? Want to lick it?"

Wei Qi nodded, "Yeah. Is that okay?"

Wu Xiaohan said disdainfully, "You pervert. You're not even worthy to lick my socks, let alone my underwear?"

"Then... Master, let me wash it for you."

"Do you think I'd let your dirty hands touch anything that touches my body?"

"No... no. I'm sorry, Master, I just wanted to help you."

"Alright, go and rest for a while. You'll have a lot to suffer this afternoon."

Wu Xiaohan unusually handed Wei Qi his phone back, saying, "If you need to contact your family or something, do it now. I'll give you my phone next weekend."

After washing and drying her own underwear, Wu Xiaohan decided to start playing with Wei Qi. She first confiscated Wei Qi's phone, then sat down on the sofa and ordered Wei Qi to fetch her hiking boots from yesterday.

Since Wu Xiaohan had left Wei Qi in the garage and gone upstairs first, she had taken off her shoes and socks and piled them by the door; when Wei Qi fetched the shoes, they were still covered in mud. Inside the shoes were Wu Xiaohan's gray cotton socks.

Wu Xiaohan took the socks out of the shoes and waved them in front of Wei Qi's face: "Master sweated all day yesterday while hiking, and it all got trapped in these shoes. These socks must smell really good, right, you bastard?"

Perhaps because the socks were gray, they didn't look dirty. But judging from Wei Qi's satisfied and even somewhat intoxicated expression, the socks definitely had a strong odor.

"Want to lick?"

"Mmm."

Wu Xiaohan put the socks away and placed them aside, saying, "If you behave well later, Master will reward you with the socks. Come on, help Master put on his shoes first."

Wei Qi held the heel of the hiking boots in his mouth and helped Wu Xiaohan put on the hiking boots barefoot.

Wu Xiaohan didn't let Wei Qi lick her, but instead asked, "Is it alright if Master unlocks your chastity lock today?"

Wei Qi nodded quickly, "Really?"

Wu Xiaohan said, "Yes. You behaved quite well the past few days, so I'll unlock it for you today."

Wei Qi didn't immediately gratefully let Wu Xiaohan unlock the lock, but instead asked warily, "Master... are you unlocking it so you can abuse it and break it?"

Wu Xiaohan was a little disdainful, "Do you think Master can't abuse you if I don't unlock it?"

"Oh... well... thank you Master for being willing to unlock it for me."

She bent down and personally inserted the key into the chastity lock's lock, unlocking it.

Wei Qi immediately prepared to remove the chastity lock himself, but Wu Xiaohan stopped him.

Wu Xiaohan deftly used her feet to clamp the chastity lock and remove it. Wei Qi's penis, which had been locked up for months and subjected to brutal abuse, was finally free. Wu Xiaohan contemptuously teased Wei Qi's limp genitals with the tip of her shoe: "Sigh, it's been locked up so small? Can't even get hard?"

Wei Qi's face flushed red, and Wu Xiaohan continued, "Look how disgusting you are. It's good that your master isn't exactly clean wearing these shoes. You should be with the mud, right?"

This humiliation excited Wei Qi, and he began to get an erection. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan continued to humiliate him: "Sigh, you can still get hard? With such a small thing?"

Wu Xiaohan had me bring over a small wooden stool and ordered Wei Qi to place his newly freed genitals on it.

Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa and stepped on Wei Qi's penis with the sole of her shoe. At this point, Wei Qi's penis was fully erect. Wu Xiaohan mocked again: "Sigh, look at you, even when it's hard it's only this big, completely useless. What girl could accept such a short and useless thing?"

She raised her foot and stomped on it hard. Wei Qi groaned softly in pain. Wu Xiaohan continued, "Tell me, you've been locked up for so long, and you can still get hard. It's a waste of time being locked up."

She stomped her feet a few times, leaving shoe prints and dirt on Wei Qi's genitals. Then she hooked Wei Qi's chin with her hand and asked him, "Tell me, how come you can still get hard? What are you going to do?"

"I...I don't know."

"You're so short, what's the use of getting hard? What can you do with it?"

"Then..."

"How about your master completely tortures you until you're impotent?"

"Master, no...I still have the rest of my life..." Wei Qi's voice was very soft.

Wu Xiaohan stood up and stomped heavily on Wei Qi's penis, saying, "The rest of your life? Do you think your little penis will be of any use in the rest of your life? Besides being stepped on and abused by its master, what other use should it have?"

"Master...really...don't..."

"I'm not going to torture you until you're impotent right now... I'll just play however you want to play, to satisfy you. Don't worry."

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi, "Go to the bottom shelf of the cabinet on the left side of the entrance to the training room, find a box of nails inside, and then wait for me there."

Wu Xiaohan entered the training room, looked at the nails Wei Qi took out, and said with satisfaction, "You seem to have said you wanted Master to nail your penis with nails, you've been saying that for a long time. This time, Master will satisfy you."

She wiped the bench clean with an alcohol swab; then she also wiped Wei Qi's penis clean and put it back on the side of the bench.

She took out a nail and placed it above Wei Qi's glans. Then she picked up a hammer and struck the nail hard. With the first strike, Wei Qi shuddered and gasped—but she didn't really use force. She struck a second time, driving the nail head into Wei Qi's flesh. She struck a third, fourth, and fifth time, and finally, the nail's sound became crisp, indicating it had pierced Wei Qi's glans and was embedded in the wood of the bench. She struck it a few more times to make it more secure. Wei Qi gritted his teeth and endured the pain, groaning softly, trying not to cry out.

Wu Xiaohan then drove in a second nail. Wei Qi continued to grit his teeth and endure, only letting out very soft moans.

Now, Wei Qi was covered in sweat. Two nails had pierced his poor glans from both sides and pinned him to the chair. At this point, escape was impossible.

Wu Xiaohan took a third nail and drove it into the center of Wei Qi's glans. Perhaps because the nail had pierced his urethra, this time Wei Qi couldn't bear the pain and cried out. Wu Xiaohan ignored him and continued to strike hard. Wei Qi trembled and covered his genitals with his hands. Wu Xiaohan coldly ordered him to remove his hands, then struck him hard again. Wei Qi trembled in pain and cried out "Awooo!"

Wu Xiaohan commanded, "Don't shake. What if you let your master accidentally nail your hand?"

Wei Qi endured the pain and let Wu Xiaohan finish nailing the nail.

Wu Xiaohan then ordered Wei Qi to put his hands on the corner of the stool: "Looks like your hands are being unruly again. I'll just nail them up like last time." The wounds on Wei Qi's hands from the last nailing hadn't healed yet, but he could only obey, watching as Wu Xiaohan nailed his hands to the stool. Fortunately, the pain from nailing the web of his hands was much less than the pain from nailing the glans. Wei Qi didn't even cry out.

Wu Xiaohan comforted Wei Qi, "Okay, two nails won't hurt so much." She then hammered another nail into each side of his glans.

The sixth nail pierced the center of his glans. This time the pain seemed even greater—Wei Qi cried out, his body instinctively jerking backward. Ignoring his cries, Wu Xiaohan quickly secured the nails, then grabbed a sock from the sofa and held it to Wei Qi's mouth.

Wei Qi understood and opened his mouth, letting Wu Xiaohan stuff her smelly sock inside. Wu Xiaohan said, "Okay, hold your master's sock in your mouth, and don't scream anymore. If you dare to disobey your master's sock, you know how your master will shock you."

Wei Qi, already drenched in sweat, endured eleven more nails. His mouth was gagged, but he still groaned in pain through his nose. Seeing that the noise wasn't loud, Wu Xiaohan didn't punish him.

His small glans was already completely filled with seventeen nails. So Wu Xiaohan began to work on the rest of his penis. Wu Xiaohan was unhurried, like completing a sculpture, slowly hammering, using a full twenty nails to fill the shaft completely. Wei Qi, amidst continuous groans and spasms, was in so much pain that he was almost delirious.

Wu Xiaohan admired her work for a moment, then got up and went into the training room. When she came out, her steps were light, almost skipping, one hand behind her back, incredibly cute. Almost deliberately trying to be cute, she asked Wei Qi, "Guess what surprise I brought you?"

Wei Qi was too preoccupied to guess; with his mouth stuffed with socks, he could only shake his head weakly.

The innocent and playful girl held her hand in front of her, revealing a huge nail in her palm. It was huge because it was much larger than the previous nails, at least six millimeters thick.

Wu Xiaohan placed the nail above the very base of Wei Qi's penis—not yet completely filled with it. Wei Qi shook his head in despair, letting out a muffled sob. Wu Xiaohan ignored him, picked up a hammer, and slammed it down.

The nail was too thick; with the force she used, it barely penetrated. But the impact of the blows was enough to make Wei Qi tremble violently in pain.

Wu Xiaohan then increased her strength, forcefully slamming the hammer into the nail. The enormous nail finally penetrated Wei Qi's flesh. Wu Xiaohan struck several more times before the nail finally touched the wood. Wei Qi's face turned deathly pale, his expression ferocious, as if he had resigned himself to death. Wu Xiaohan continued to strike, pushing the nail deeper into the wood. Perhaps because his flesh was being squeezed between the nail and the wood, the pain this time was even more intense than the previous blows. Wei Qi convulsed violently, veins bulging, even his nasal groans turned into screams.

Finally, Wu Xiaohan finished driving in the last, terrifying nail. This frightening nail, along with the heads of thirty-seven smaller nails, densely packed together, almost completely obscured Wei Qi's penis.

Wu Xiaohan entered the training room, took out a candle, lit it, and began dripping wax onto Wei Qi's sores-covered penis. This was clearly not a "low-temperature candle," but just an ordinary household candle. But for Wei Qi, who was already in so much pain that he was almost losing consciousness, the scalding heat of the dripping wax seemed less terrifying. He then let out a groan that sounded like pleasure and satisfaction. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan lowered the candle, bringing it only two or three centimeters away from Wei Qi's genitals, almost touching the tips of the nails—this made the wax dripping onto him much warmer. Wei Qi's breathing became rapid, and his groans turned painful. Soon, the wax covered every part of his penis, so any more wax dripping onto the previously solidified wax layer didn't hurt as much. Wei Qi's voice returned to pleasure.

The ruthless Wu Xiaohan, of course, wouldn't let Wei Qi enjoy himself for long. She held the candle very low, so the flame directly scorched the tips of the nails at the very tip of his penis. The thermal conductivity of metal was no joke; the intense heat quickly traveled from the nails to his flesh, causing Wei Qi to scream in agony and convulse violently like never before, shaking the entire bench. The candle in Wu Xiaohan's hand was knocked away.

The flame was moved away, but the residual heat from the nails lingered. He continued to tremble in pain, his head shaking wildly.

Once he calmed down slightly, Wu Xiaohan commanded him, "Spit out the socks from your mouth. You don't deserve to hold your master's socks."

Wei Qi spat out the gray cotton socks, which he had already chewed to pieces in his pain.

She slapped him across the face: "You were fidgeting just now, and the wax burned your master's hand, you know that?"

I only then noticed that there was indeed a drop of wax on Wu Xiaohan's hand.

Wei Qi knew he had made a terrible mistake and begged for forgiveness incoherently: "I'm sorry, master, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'll never dare to do it again."

Wu Xiaohan said, "If your master's hand is burned, it will hurt, you know? Let me let you experience what it feels like to have your hand burned."

She relit the candle, holding it horizontally close to the stool, letting the candle flame directly heat Wei Qi's nailed fingers. Wei Qi screamed, his five fingers curled up and trembled. Wu Xiaohan then removed the candle and asked, "Do you know you were wrong?"

Wei Qi, whose fingers were already blackened by charcoal, quickly said, "I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong."

Wu Xiaohan asked, "You know you were wrong? You interrupted me when it was only halfway burning. What should we do?"

Wei Qi whispered, "Then Master, please continue burning it... if Master wants."

"Beg me."

"Please, Master... burn the nails on my penis."

"How much do you want Master to burn it?"

"Burn it as much as Master wants."

"Hmm," Wu Xiaohan said, "Master wants to burn your glans charred."

"Then do as Master says, burn it to a crisp..."

Wu Xiaohan lit the candle and said, "Remember what you said." She laid the candle flat on the stool, letting the flame directly scorch the tip of Wei Qi's glans and the nail on it.

She then stood up, stepping on the stool to hold it down, preventing Wei Qi from moving and lifting the candle again.

Poor Wei Qi, still trembling with pain, finally couldn't help but cry out, "Please, Master, please... don't burn it..."

Wu Xiaohan lowered her head and lifted Wei Qi's face: "What do you want from your master? It seems like your master didn't hear you clearly. Think it over before you speak."

Despite being in excruciating pain that no human could bear, Wei Qi saw the stern yet expectant look in Wu Xiaohan's eyes and dared not disobey his master, nor could he bear to disappoint her: "Please, master... don't stop, keep burning me."

"Good boy," Wu Xiaohan said, "Since you asked me yourself, I will grant your wish. How long do you want it to burn?"

Wei Qi convulsed in pain, and he squeezed out with difficulty in a trembling voice: "Burn... until my glans... is charred..."

"Okay. Do you want to burn it and feed it to your master? Your master doesn't eat such dirty things..." Wu Xiaohan was still being arrogant.

After watching Wei Qi suffer under the scorching flames for a while, Wu Xiaohan finally let him go and kicked the candle away.

Poor Wei Qi was tormented by the residual heat for a while before finally calming down.

Wu Xiaohan used her fingernail to clean the wax off Wei Qi's glans, revealing the glans itself. The dense nails still covered his glans, and the wax cleaning was not very thorough.

The tip of his glans was completely charred black, which could be considered a third-degree burn [2]. The flesh around the first two nails was also charred black; the flesh around several other nails was also charred white.

Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa, watching the man kneeling in agony before the stool, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She said to Wei Qi, "Master needs to use the toilet again, and it's a defecation. Go to the toilet."

Wei Qi asked, "My lower body is still nailed, how can I go?" Wu

Xiaohan said, "Just carry the stool like this, kneeling all the way in… Oh, right, your hands are nailed too."

Wu Xiaohan then removed the nails from Wei Qi's hands so he could carry the stool.

Wei Qi entered the toilet in excruciating pain—the stool swayed back and forth, pulling at his penis, a heart-wrenching sight.

Wei Qi lay on the floor, carefully placing the small stool on his lap, adjusting it to an angle that wouldn't tear at his penis.

Wu Xiaohan pulled down her pajama pants, and I could see that her white panties with light pink floral patterns were completely soaked. It seemed today's training had aroused her greatly. She took off her panties—through her pubic hair, I could indeed see that her vulva was incredibly wet, even the curly pubic hair had droplets of fluid. Of course, neither Wei Qi nor I dared to say a word. Wu Xiaohan squatted down and slowly squeezed out golden-yellow feces from her anus. Wei Qi quickly adjusted his head position to catch Wu Xiaohan's excrement. This piece of feces was quite long—it couldn't fit in his mouth, and one end landed on Wei Qi's face.

The toilet was small, and even I found the smell unbearable.

Having already endured enough torture, Wei Qi didn't want to be shocked again. He forced himself to chew a couple of times before quickly swallowing the feces, trying not to provoke his master any further. He still disliked and was unaccustomed to the pungent stench of feces, so he couldn't help but gag twice. He was just careful not to vomit it out again.

Seeing that Wei Qi had almost finished eating, Wu Xiaohan ordered him to open his mouth wide and immediately shoved another piece of feces into his mouth. Wei Qi hurriedly swallowed the soft, golden feces in his mouth and then used his tongue to roll the feces on his face into his mouth and eat it as well.

Wu Xiaohan ordered Wei Qi to wash his face repeatedly and rinse his mouth repeatedly with disinfectant and mouthwash, making sure there was no lingering smell before leaving. She, on the other hand, went to wait on the sofa.

Wei Qi struggled to climb out. Wu Xiaohan asked him, "Want to get the nails out?"

Wei Qi nodded.

Wu Xiaohan then began to remove the nails from Wei Qi's penis. But she didn't pull the nails out of Wei Qi's penis—she only pulled them out of the wood of the bench, but the nails were still completely embedded in Wei Qi's body.

During this process, Wei Qi still gritted his teeth in pain and bled a little. Finally, only the thickest and largest nail remained, pinning the base of Wei Qi's penis to the bench.

Since only the base wasn't nailed in, although Wei Qi's penis couldn't be removed from under the bench, it could now rotate and move freely. Wu Xiaohan held Wei Qi's glans with her hand and gently lifted Wei Qi's penis. The nails on the glans were still protruding from the bottom of the glans, with a small part of the nail tip sticking out [2]. Wu Xiaohan twisted the front half of Wei Qi's penis ninety degrees and placed it on the bench. In this way, the nails on both sides of the glans could be seen from above.

Wu Xiaohan did not remove the last nail, but picked up the socks on the sofa and stuffed them into Wei Qi's mouth. Then she stood on the bench.

The devilish woman stepped on Wei Qi's glans, which was still full of nails, with the sole of her shoe. This scene was already unbearable for me - it was so bloody that it was almost inhuman. Worse still, the soles of her shoes were covered in mud, which would likely cause an infection.

Wu Xiaohan pressed her weight down on the mud and began rubbing it. Blood continued to flow from the nail wound.

A muffled groan escaped his gagged mouth as he struggled desperately, but to no avail; tears finally streamed down his face again. Tears flowed down his cheeks, dripping from his chin onto Wu Xiaohan's shoes.

Wu Xiaohan continued to stomp on them, her feet rubbing and rotating. Wei Qi could no longer resist. He reached out and grabbed Wu Xiaohan's legs, which were clad in pajama pants, trying to pull them apart. Wu Xiaohan said calmly, "How dare you touch your master's legs? Hmph, you'll get a good electric shock later."

Wei Qi quickly let go. Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot and stomped it down heavily again. The thick, hard sole of her hiking boots ensured that her foot wouldn't be injured by the nail at all. Wei Qi's genitals, however, were a bloody mess, a gruesome sight—the red of the flesh, the bright red of the blood, the white of the wax, the charred black of the glans, the iron color of the nail, and even the brown of the mud brought up by Wu Xiaohan's shoes were all mixed together, making it almost impossible to identify what it was.

I was absolutely certain that Wei Qi would never be able to get an erection again. His corpus cavernosum couldn't possibly be undamaged.

Wei Qi instinctively tried to pull his genitals back, but the thickest nail was still firmly pinning the base of his penis to the bench. He then instinctively covered his genitals with his hands. Wu Xiaohan then stomped hard on his hand; as a result, the pain in his genitals didn't lessen much, and his hand also suffered. The pain in his hand made him instinctively pull his hand back, so Wu Xiaohan stomped directly on the bloody mess again. Finally, Wei Qi trembled and spat out the sock, pleading repeatedly, "Please, Master, let me go... Master is going to torture me again in a couple of days... Don't cripple me now."

Wu Xiaohan stepped on Wei Qi's penis with her right foot, lifted her left foot and placed it on top of her right, twisting the sole of her shoe with her full weight, destroying Wei Qi's genitals, and said, "Well, you dare to spit out Master's sock and let it fall to the ground without permission. Today you might get electrocuted to death."

After she finished speaking, she raised her foot and stomped down hard again. At this moment, Wei Qi actually fainted, falling backward and losing consciousness. As he fell, his penis was ripped open again by the thick nail, leaving a large, bloody hole.

Wu Xiaohan then got off the small stool and used gauze to stop the bleeding.

Wei Qi woke up shortly afterward. After waking up, he still had to face the pain of removing the nails. To reduce bleeding, Wu Xiaohan first used a rope to tighten around the base of Wei Qi's penis to reduce the bleeding before starting to remove the nails. Wu Xiaohan used pliers to pull out all thirty-eight nails from Wei Qi's genitals one by one. Some nails had slipped halfway out from being stepped on and could be easily pulled out; others were firmly embedded in Wei Qi's body, requiring considerable force to remove, causing him to tremble in pain. However, each nail removed left a bleeding hole—especially the thickest one, from which blood practically gushed. The moment the nails were removed, Wei Qi felt an unprecedented sense of relief, and his eyes welled up with tears again.

Wu Xiaohan realized her shoes were dirty and said to Wei Qi, "Wait a minute, my shoes are covered in mud; I need to wash them to avoid infection."

She made Wei Qi crawl into the toilet, first washing his sores-ridden genitals with water, then rinsing them with alcohol. While being rinsed with alcohol, Wei Qi still hissed in pain, but he didn't seem to be in much pain—perhaps because he knew he had temporarily overcome the ordeal, so the temporary pain was no longer a concern.

After washing, Wei Qi pinched the base of his penis, and Wu Xiaohan pressed firmly on the entire penis with gauze. Several minutes later, the bleeding completely stopped. Wei Qi still didn't dare move, sitting in the toilet pressing on his poor penis.

Wu Xiaohan asked me to help clean up the bloodstains on the floor—after all, if Wei Qi moved now, he might bleed again; by the time he could move, the bloodstains on the floor would have dried and be difficult to clean.

After I dried the classroom floor, Wei Qi crawled out of the toilet and crawled to her. His penis was swollen beyond recognition, probably several times its original size—there was internal bleeding between the corpus cavernosum and the foreskin, especially near the glans, which was swollen and twisted. The bleeding had barely stopped, but the nail marks were still very obvious. And the charred parts on the glans were probably beyond saving. Blisters had also formed on the burned areas on his hands.

Wu Xiaohan naturally extended the sole of her shoe towards Wei Qi, saying, "Look, the master's sole was already dirty. Not only did you not clean it, you made it even dirtier with blood."

"I'm sorry," Wei Qi didn't know what else to say. Wu

Xiaohan stretched out her foot, revealing the sole to Wei Qi. Wei Qi knew what he had to do. He stuck out his tongue and obediently began cleaning the bloodstains and dirt from Wu Xiaohan's sole.

Wei Qi had always genuinely admired and worshipped Wu Xiaohan's shoes and socks. This time, licking Wu Xiaohan's sole, he was as passionate as ever. His tongue nimbly roamed the sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe, reaching into the gaps of the black treads, scooping up the blood-stained dirt and swallowing it. After repeated and forceful licking, Wei Qi finally cleaned Wu Xiaohan's shoe soles thoroughly—now only black hard plastic remained, covered in Wei Qi's saliva.

He then went to the counter.

Before he crawled back onto the sofa, Wu Xiaohan gently stroked his face with her hand: "I was really too rough with you today. You've had a hard time. Take a rest."

Wu Xiaohan then called me over and said, "Why don't you go buy some groceries yourself? I'll keep Wei Qi company. Buy some pork liver or something to replenish his blood; Wei Qi lost quite a bit of blood today."

When I returned from buying groceries, Wu Xiaohan cooked for us herself, saying, "I don't trust either of you with your cooking skills."

This time, she made Wei Qi kneel at her feet and fed him directly from a single pair of chopsticks. Wei Qi was as docile and obedient as a dog, his face beaming with happiness.

After dinner, I volunteered to wash the dishes, while Wu Xiaohan sat on the sofa playing on her phone. Wei Qi knelt beside her, letting Wu Xiaohan put her bare feet on his shoulders.

I finished washing the dishes and returned to the living room. When Wu Xiaohan saw me come over after washing the dishes, she suddenly said, "Didn't I tell you twice this afternoon that Wei Qi should be punished properly?"

"Hmm... but Wei Qi suffered enough today, so let him off the hook."

"No rules, no order. Xu Yangdong, hand me the stun gun remote."

"Are you sure? He..."

"Are you sure. Of course, rewards and punishments should be clear. He really suffered today, so I gave him some good food and let him rest so he doesn't have to mop the floor anymore. But what he did wrong is wrong."

"Uh," I handed her the stun gun remote, still saying, "He was in so much pain that he passed out, so let's not be so demanding."

"Passing out from the pain isn't an excuse for him hugging my leg earlier, is it? Now that he dares to hug my leg directly with his hands, will he dare to touch my breasts in the future?"

Wei Qi knelt on the ground, not saying a word. Wu Xiaohan pulled her legs away from Wei Qi's shoulders, shook her slippers onto the floor, and sat back down on the sofa, hugging her legs. She asked Wei Qi, "Are you ready for your punishment?"

Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan pressed the button in her hand. Wei Qi let out a sharp cry, then seemed to have choked up, unable to make another sound. The electric shock made his whole body tense as he fell to his side on the floor. This time, Wu Xiaohan pressed the button for longer than before, a full four or five seconds. She finally released the button, and Wei Qi lay curled up on the floor, trembling and sobbing.

Wu Xiaohan didn't put down the remote: "Also, you wanted the master's socks, and the master gave them to you, but you dared to spit them out of your mouth and drop them on the ground. Shouldn't this be punished more severely?"

In Wei Qi's panic, she casually pressed the stun switch. Wei Qi's whole body trembled, her limbs suddenly stiffened, and she convulsed wildly on the ground for six or seven seconds before Wu Xiaohan released the button. Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, Wei Qi's tears flowed again.

Wu Xiaohan put on her slippers and, with her incredibly nimble little feet, wiped the tears from Wei Qi's face with the toe of her slippers. She said, "Alright, stop crying. Master promises not to hurt you again today, okay? Just remember this in the future and don't make Master unhappy again."

"Mmm," Wei Qi replied, sobbing.

"Master really hates being touched for no reason, even through clothes. Understand?"

"Yes."

"You see, even if a stranger touches me on the street or a colleague intentionally touches me at work, I would consider it sexual harassment. Let alone something as dirty and despicable as you?"

"Yes, I understand, Master. I won't do it again."

"However, you can touch me when Master allows you to. For example, right now... Master allows you to lie down and hug Master's feet for a while."

Wei Qi didn't expect that he could finally touch Wu Xiaohan's body—although Wu Xiaohan's feet were still in slippers, he could at least touch Wu Xiaohan's smooth ankles. He greedily cradled Wu Xiaohan's delicate feet in his arms, his tears instantly turning to laughter. A few seconds later, he happily pressed his face against her ankles.

Seeing the man beneath her so docile, Wu Xiaohan's face couldn't help but radiate happiness and satisfaction. She reminded Wei Qi, "You can only hug, not kiss."

"Mmm, Master, I won't dare kiss you."

Perhaps too tired, Wei Qi lay down on the ground, still holding Wu Xiaohan's feet, and fell asleep. Wu Xiaohan then took out her phone and started playing games.

I turned off the camera, walked back to sit next to Wu Xiaohan, and whispered to her, "I really admire you. You actually managed to make Wei Qi so obedient. And the relationship between you two is just so good."

Wu Xiaohan replied, "Thank you for the compliment. Wei Qi is indeed a good submissive. I just feel sorry for him; I'll be even more ruthless in the next few days."

Some drool had dripped onto the floor while Wei Qi was asleep. Fortunately, it wasn't on Wu Xiaohan's feet or slippers, otherwise, who knows what kind of punishment he would have suffered.

After sleeping for a long time, Wu Xiaohan gently kicked him awake and told him, "It's getting late, you should go to sleep. Put on the chastity lock first."

Taking the chastity lock, we realized that Wei Qi's genitals were so swollen that it was impossible to insert it. Seeing this, Wu Xiaohan said, "Sigh, you can't wear the lock tonight. But I can't allow you to secretly touch your own penis, so tonight you'll have to make do with your hands." She then went into the discipline room and took out a cross-handcuff for later use.

Wei Qi crawled into the bathroom, lay down, and blissfully enjoyed Wu Xiaohan's "holy water." Then he obediently followed Wu Xiaohan's instructions, put his hands and feet behind his back, and let Wu Xiaohan handcuff his hands and feet together tightly with cross-handcuffs, also known as "hootie" [3]. In order to keep the wound on his lower body clean and breathable, Wu Xiaohan did not let Wei Qi lie face down, but let Wei Qi lie carefully on his side. She then locked Wei Qi's collar to the water pipe as usual, and finally locked Wei Qi in the dark.

Wu Xiaohan seemed to be in a good mood. She handed me the car keys and said, "You must be tired. Take the car keys and drive my car back to school. You can drive it back tomorrow morning. That way, you won't have to work so hard."

I took the keys, thanked her, went downstairs, and drove Wu Xiaohan's car back to school.

I was reluctant to let people see that I was driving back to school, to avoid any misunderstandings; fortunately, there weren't many people at school at night, so I didn't need to worry too much.

Parking at school at night wasn't expensive either—at least it was cheaper than taking a taxi back to school.

[1] Some people have played with burning the glans in SM, although it can indeed cause serious, even permanent, damage. See this picture.

[2] See this picture.

[3] The effect of using the cross-handcuffs is shown in the figure below (the figure shows a female victim).

On Monday morning, July 17

, Wu Xiaohan still fed Wei Qi his morning urine. Wei Qi's hands and feet were still locked together with the cross-handcuffs. He could not lie down on his back and could only lie on his side with his head turned and his mouth wide open to receive the holy water. But now he had no disgust at all. He only enjoyed and cherished the holy water coming out of Wu Xiaohan's body. After feeding him dog food, Wu Xiaohan and I went out together.

In the evening, after I finished eating, I took the bus to Wu Xiaohan's house. She came home a little late, and I waited for her for a while.

She went into the toilet and first untied the cross-handcuffs that had been locked on Wei Qi's back for more than 20 hours. Poor Wei Qi's limbs were sore and numb that it took a lot of effort to stretch them out.

Wu Xiaohan didn't unlock Wei Qi's collar; instead, she made him lie down. "Good dog," she said, "Master deliberately held back from going to the bathroom at the company today, saving the gold to feed you when we get back."

Wu Xiaohan lifted her skirt and took off the pink underwear she had changed into yesterday.

Wei Qi weakly opened his mouth. This time, Wu Xiaohan didn't consider Wei Qi's swallowing speed and defecated four pieces of feces into his mouth.

The feces piled up high from Wei Qi's mouth, covering his face and even falling to the ground. Wei Qi struggled to eat Wu Xiaohan's feces, even using his tongue to scoop up the feces from his face. It was clear he was starting to get used to the smell of Wu Xiaohan's poop—but he still couldn't enjoy it, only enduring it painfully.

Wu Xiaohan, however, had no intention of staying in the stench. She grabbed some dog food and scattered it directly onto the poop on the floor, saying to Wei Qi, "There's still some left on the floor, so eat it with your dinner tonight. Rinse your mouth and wash your face at least three times after you finish, make sure you're clean before you come out."

Wei Qi crawled onto the sofa to Wu Xiaohan's side. Wu Xiaohan first had Wei Qi lick her dirty high heels clean.

Wei Qi carefully licked the dust off the soles of her shoes, indiscriminately putting it into his mouth.

Incredibly, Wei Qi's almost destroyed penis actually became slightly erect again.

"My God, Wei Qi, you can still get hard... Should I admire your penis's tenacious vitality, or regret not stomping harder yesterday?"

Wei Qi said, focusing solely on licking the sole of the shoe. Wu Xiaohan continued, "And, is it that the master's sole is too sexy for you, or have you been suppressed for too long? Is the master's sole really that wonderful to you?"

This teasing made Wei Qi uncontrollably even harder. His swollen penis was stretched even more contorted by the remaining erectile ability of the corpus cavernosum. The blood flow from the erection further aggravated his still-present internal bleeding, and the deformation caused by the erection tore at his penis. Blood was seeping from the charred wound around his glans.

"Wei Qi, just how despicable are you? You're almost broken by your master's abuse, and the sole of his shoe still makes you get an erection despite the bleeding. Sigh." Wu Xiaohan's verbal humiliation was simply continuing to destroy Wei Qi's pitifully mangled penis.

Before he could bleed out completely, Wei Qi licked the sole of Wu Xiaohan's shoe clean and changed her into slippers.

Wu Xiaohan asked Wei Qi to bring her the remaining needles. She pulled out the needle and said, "You brought so many needles, it seems you won't use them all. Your penis is so swollen, it looks like it can't withstand any more torture. So we'll have to use them on other parts. Let's start with your nipples today."

Wei Qi knelt in front of Wu Xiaohan, presenting his chest to her. Wu Xiaohan began threading the needle—male nipples are naturally not as delicate as female nipples, but they are just as sensitive. As the needle went in, Wei Qi groaned slightly. But judging from his expression, his nipples were not as sensitive and fragile as his glans—he remained calm even after receiving more than ten needles on each nipple, and didn't even tremble in pain.

Wu Xiaohan wouldn't be satisfied with this—she decided to work on Wei Qi's fingers. To prevent Wei Qi from moving around, she made him kneel, just like yesterday, and nailed the base of his thumbs to the two corners of the bench. The wounds from the previous two nail punctures on his hands hadn't healed before being pierced a third time right next to them. This time, in addition to the base of his thumbs, Wu Xiaohan also nailed the flesh between the bases of his middle and ring fingers, securing them to the bench. With these four nails, Wei Qi's hands were firmly immobilized.

She then sat astride the bench, facing Wei Qi, preparing to begin.

The first needle pierced the tip of Wei Qi's thumb. As soon as the needle went in, Wei Qi cried out in pain. After all, the fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain of the needles piercing the delicate muscles of Wei Qi's fingers far exceeded the experience of his nipples being pierced.

Then came his index finger—the excruciating pain persisted, and Wei Qi gritted his teeth, unable to suppress a whimper.

In the end, all ten of his fingers had been pierced by needles. Wu Xiaohan, however, still did not let up on Wei Qi, who was already covered in sweat—Wu Xiaohan inserted a second needle, a third needle, into the tip of each finger... She continued to torture Wei Qi in this way.

Wei Qi was in so much pain again that he could barely speak. He cried out intermittently, weakly trying to beg for mercy: "Master...how many needles... do you want?"

"At least use up this box of needles," Wu Xiaohan said. "Be good, okay? Don't force Master to open a second box."

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere until each finger had six needles.

Wu Xiaohan looked at the box—there were still more than ten needles left in the box of 100 needles. She then threaded the remaining needles near Wei Qi's nipples, thus using up all the needles.

Wu Xiaohan then had Wei Qi fetch her pair of wedge-heeled ankle boots. Wei Qi's hands were nailed to the bench, forcing him to kneel. His knees moved forward in tiny increments, his legs propelling the bench along with him. He laboriously made his way to the shoe cabinet. With the bench in front of him, he couldn't bend over, so he carefully lay down on his side, picked up the boots with his mouth, and then struggled to kneel again, using his elbows for support. He crawled back to Wu Xiaohan, carefully lying down again to help her put the shoes on.

With difficulty, Wei Qi used his mouth to slip the black boots onto Wu Xiaohan's flesh-colored stockings. The boots were simple and beautiful, with soles about three or four centimeters thick on average. The black leather tightly wrapped around Wu Xiaohan's feet, only revealing her legs above the ankles. Wu Xiaohan made Wei Qi kneel down, and then she stood on the bench. I then realized that Wu Xiaohan had chosen these shoes because the soles were thick enough that she wouldn't have to worry about a needle puncturing her feet when she stepped on them. Poor Wei Qi clearly realized this as well; he looked up at his goddess—the earthly devil—with a terrified expression. Wu Xiaohan's downcast gaze met his terrified gaze, she smiled lightly, and gently stepped on Wei Qi's index finger with the tip of her boot. Wei Qi shuddered in pain, his face contorting in agony. Wu Xiaohan slowly pressed down harder until Wei Qi cried out in pain, then she lifted her foot.

Clearly, she didn't intend to inflict maximum pain from the start, but rather to gradually increase Wei Qi's suffering. She began to stomp on his middle finger. Blood flowed from Wei Qi's stomped index finger, and the needle inside was bent. The pain of his middle finger being trampled made him beg for mercy again—and Wu Xiaohan hadn't even used much force yet. Hearing the pleas, Wu Xiaohan actually lifted her foot—Wei Qi seized these precious few seconds to rest, panting heavily.

Wu Xiaohan casually said, "Your right hand hurts? How about I stomp on your left hand?" This time she turned her foot sideways, her boot simultaneously stomping on the tips of all five fingers of Wei Qi's left hand. Wu Xiaohan slowly increased the pressure until Wei Qi trembled all over, tears welling up in his eyes. I already knew that Wei Qi's tears wouldn't have any effect on the female demon. Wu Xiaohan continued to stomp down hard, then lifted her other foot, pressing her entire weight onto Wei Qi's poor fingers. Wei Qi was in so much pain he was about to faint—but she still didn't loosen her grip. Instead, she bent and straightened her knees a few times, using her momentum to increase the force of her stomp on Wei Qi's fingers.

Wu Xiaohan finally lifted her foot, revealing Wei Qi's bleeding and trembling left hand. Before Wei Qi could even catch his breath, Wu Xiaohan immediately stomped down again. Poor Wei Qi howled loudly—before the sound subsided, Wu Xiaohan stomped on him again. I could even see the needle tip stuck in Wu Xiaohan's shoe sole. As Wu Xiaohan lifted her foot, the needle pulled at Wei Qi's injured finger until the force was so great that it was pulled out of Wu Xiaohan's shoe.

Wu Xiaohan finally noticed the tears on Wei Qi's face. She reached out and gently touched Wei Qi's face with her fingers. Just when I thought she was going to show pity like last time, she slapped Wei Qi across the face: "All you do is cry all day. You're so easily brought to tears, you're useless."

Wei Qi murmured, "I'm sorry, I'm useless... I really can't take it, it hurts too much..." Wu Xiaohan simply put her foot on her right hand again, slowly increasing the pressure, and asked, "Does it really hurt?"

"Yes," Wei Qi replied.

"Don't you like pain?"

"I don't really like pain in my hands..."

"Do you think you have the right to choose?"

"No...no."

"Good that you know no." Wu Xiaohan said, twisting and rotating her feet, creating pain and trauma.

Wu Xiaohan said, "Look, before you were only allowed to touch Master's shoes with your mouth, but now you've touched them with your hands. Shouldn't you thank Master?" "

Thank...thank you, Master." Wei Qi squeezed out these words with difficulty from his clenched teeth.

Yes, Wei Qi's hands were now trampled into a bloody mess under Wu Xiaohan's boots, a gruesome sight; while what he most desired and longed for—Wu Xiaohan's feet—was well protected inside the boots. How he longed for the chance to touch Wu Xiaohan's feet with his fingers, even to hold them in his hands, but she wouldn't give him that chance. Separated by the soles of her shoes, one side was heaven, the other hell; even the blood splattered from Wei Qi's hands was blocked by Wu Xiaohan's shoes, preventing him from getting close to her smooth, jade-like feet.

I couldn't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. Wei Qi was usually only allowed to touch the soles of Wu Xiaohan's shoes with his mouth, never with his hands; the first time his hands had been stepped on by Wu Xiaohan was in this brutally inhuman way. And me, on the day we went hiking last Saturday, Wu Xiaohan had gently stepped on my hands—she even felt a little guilty at the time.

Finally, Wu Xiaohan decided to release Wei Qi. She got off the stool, straddled it, and began to remove the needles from Wei Qi's fingers. Wei Qi trembled and groaned as Wu Xiaohan pulled the needles out one by one. With each needle removed, blood oozed from the eye. After removing all the needles, Wu Xiaohan quickly grabbed gauze and wrapped it around each of Wei Qi's fingertips to stop the bleeding. Then, Wu Xiaohan used a claw hammer to remove the four nails from his hand. Blood flowed from the holes left by the nails—though not much.

Wu Xiaohan sat back on the sofa, and Wei Qi also got off the stool, kneeling before Wu Xiaohan, allowing her to remove the needles from his nipples. Removing the needles from his nipples seemed more difficult, but it didn't cause Wei Qi too much pain.

After all the needles were removed from his body, Wei Qi, his eyes red from crying, collapsed to the ground. Wu Xiaohan didn't demand that he kneel down, but instead held her boots to his mouth, saying coquettishly, "Look at you, you've got your master's boots all covered in blood, they're filthy."

"I'm sorry, master. I'll lick them clean for you," he said, sticking out his tongue and licking the soles of Wu Xiaohan's boots.

Seeing Wei Qi being so obedient, Wu Xiaohan smiled sweetly.

After Wei Qi obediently licked Wu Xiaohan's shoe soles clean, Wu Xiaohan had Wei Qi hold a wet wipe in his mouth and use it to wipe the surface of her shoes clean. Finally, he took off Wu Xiaohan's boots and put them back in the shoe cabinet.

Wu Xiaohan said, "It's been a full 6 days, 144 hours. The padlock on your foot should be securely fastened by now, and the wound should have healed. Now, we can proceed to the next step."

She went to the restroom, picked up her keychain, used it to unlock the padlock on Wei Qi's foot, and then turned and went into the training room.

Wu Xiaohan called me into the training room as well. After I went inside, I saw two huge, spiked iron balls in the cabinet—just like the one on the meteor hammer; the balls were at least twenty or thirty centimeters in diameter, and the spikes looked very sharp.

She asked me to help carry the iron balls out. I saw that the iron balls were covered in spikes, and at first I didn't know where to start; then I noticed that one of the spikes had a round loop that I could hold onto. So I picked up the iron balls and started walking. Each iron ball probably weighed more than ten kilograms, incredibly heavy. It took me a lot of effort to lift them.

I carried the iron balls to the sofa. Wu Xiaohan locked the round loop on the iron balls to the padlock under Wei Qi's feet. With a click, the padlock snapped shut again, securing the iron ball firmly to Wei Qi's feet.

Wu Xiaohan explained, "Before, I saw you stand up on your tiptoes—even though it was for taking a bath, I didn't say anything; I also saw you tiptoe when you were crawling on your knees. Now, with this iron ball under your feet, it's impossible anymore. From now on, you can only kneel properly."

Indeed, with that large iron ball under his feet, it was impossible for Wei Qi to stand up on his tiptoes or heels, even if he wanted to endure the pain.

And Wei Qi's previous practice of kneeling on his tiptoes and using his hands to support his weight on the ground, thus keeping his knees off the ground or even lifting them off the ground, was now impossible. Because the iron balls were large enough, he couldn't possibly stand on tiptoe; he could only kneel with the backs of his feet on the ground and the soles facing upwards.

Wu Xiaohan instructed Wei Qi, "Alright, crawl around the living room kneeling now, let me see how it goes."

Wei Qi obediently began to crawl. The iron balls pulled on the padlock, stretching the flesh on the soles of Wei Qi's feet, creating a large bulge. The combined weight of the two iron balls, over thirty kilograms, made it very difficult for Wei Qi to crawl. The pain from the stretched flesh on the soles of his feet made him grit his teeth.

He was constantly careful, because if his foot wobbled even slightly, the spikes on the iron balls would pierce his soles.

Wu Xiaohan was satisfied. She decided to end the night there. She made Wei Qi crawl into the toilet and fed him the holy water he had longed for.

This time, when she put the cross handcuffs on Wei Qi, he was lying on his side—because of the metal balls, it was impossible for him to lie face down and stick his legs up behind his back. After

the cross handcuffs were in place, Wu Xiaohan locked his collar back to the water pipe. Poor Wei Qi could neither move nor dare to move.

Wu Xiaohan and I walked out of the toilet together. She closed the toilet door, told me to continue driving her car back to school, and took out the car keys from her bag and handed them to me.

I thanked her and left, driving back to school.

Lying on my dorm bed, thinking of Wu Xiaohan's delicate and clean little feet in her flesh-colored stockings, I shamelessly got an erection. Perhaps I'd gotten used to seeing Wei Qi kneeling in front of her to take off her shoes, I even fantasized about kneeling in front of Wu Xiaohan and taking off her shoes with my mouth—and couldn't help but masturbate to the image in my fantasy.

After ejaculating, I was overwhelmed by endless self-reproach. This was the first time I had ever fantasized about Wu Xiaohan while masturbating—for five years, even though I thought about Wu Xiaohan day and night, I had never been able to bring myself to think of her while masturbating. Before, I always felt that fantasizing about Wu Xiaohan was defiling her, betraying her kindness to me, insulting my goddess, and tainting my feelings for her. I wouldn't allow myself to connect the sacred image of her with the filthy half of my heart. But today, I had shattered all of that myself, letting myself defile my love for Wu Xiaohan. I lay in bed, feeling utterly ashamed.

If Wu Xiaohan knew that I had such inappropriate thoughts about her, she would definitely never want to talk to this narcissistic pervert again. Even if she didn't know, I still couldn't forgive myself.

During my sleepless nights, I gradually recovered from my guilt, comforting myself: I didn't dare fantasize about having sex with her, I didn't dare fantasize about kissing her passionately; I only fantasized about taking off her shoes. I didn't even dare fantasize about touching Wu Xiaohan's feet—I knew Wu Xiaohan wouldn't allow Wei Qi to touch her feet, and she had no reason to allow me to. Just fantasizing about touching her shoes with my lips, could that not be considered defiling?

"Senior Xiaohan, will you forgive me?" Torn

by these thoughts, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

On Tuesday, July 18th,

I drove to Wu Xiaohan's building, called her, and went upstairs to wait for her to open the door—everything was the same as before.

When Wu Xiaohan fed Wei Qi the holy water, Wei Qi's expression showed even more enjoyment than before.

Wu Xiaohan then asked him, "Master's morning urine is so dark, why do you seem to like it more than the nighttime urine?"

"It tastes bitter, that's what makes it feel like drinking holy water. After all, it's Master's taste, the stronger the flavor, the more I like it."

"Pervert!" Wu Xiaohan teased.

Wu Xiaohan and I left her house together; I went back to school, and she went to work.

On the way, I couldn't help but ask Wu Xiaohan, "Senior Xiaohan, honestly, do you genuinely think Wei Qi is despicable? At first, I thought you were just deliberately humiliating him for the sake of the SM atmosphere, but now it seems like you really see him as an extremely despicable... uh... thing." "

No. How could I be so stupid? Of course I know he's just an ordinary person. It's just that, in order to keep everything going, it has to be this way."

"Then... you still enjoy him acting extremely despicable in front of you, while you act all high and mighty?"

"Actually, I don't particularly like it. As a sadist, what I enjoy most is watching him struggle and beg for mercy as I torture him. It's just that he likes being humiliated. Besides, how can I let him obediently suffer my torment without establishing my superior position?"

"Hmm... Senior is right."

That evening, I went to her house to meet her again.

As soon as she entered the house, she went to the bathroom.

Wu Xiaohan removed Wei Qi's handcuffs and chains, then squatted down. Wei Qi quickly lay down under her, his mouth wide open. Wu Xiaohan lifted her skirt and said, "Today, I held it in so much that my stomach hurt. I've been needing to pee all the way here, sigh."

Wei Qi said, "Thank you, Master, for being so kind to me. You've worked so hard, Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large piece of yellow feces fell into Wei Qi's mouth. Wu Xiaohan had indeed been holding it in for a long time, and before Wei Qi could even swallow, she expelled several more pieces of feces. The feces filled his mouth, covered his face completely, and even some fell onto the ground.

Wu Xiaohan finally felt relieved.

Wei Qi's face was buried in the foul-smelling feces, and he struggled to swallow the remnants expelled from Wu Xiaohan's body. Even Wu Xiaohan herself found it smelly. After wiping her bottom, she picked up Wei Qi's food bowl and got up to leave. I followed Wu Xiaohan out, leaving Wei Qi alone in the toilet to eat feces and clean himself.

She told me to pour Wei Qi's dog food and water. After Wei Qi finished eating, he cleaned himself up and crawled out to enjoy his dinner.

Wu Xiaohan didn't change her shoes. She waited until Wei Qi finished eating before stretching out her foot towards him: "Alright, lick the sole of your shoe for your master."

But this time, Wu Xiaohan didn't point the sole directly at Wei Qi; instead, her foot was almost flat, heel on the ground, with only the toe slightly raised. Wei Qi had to lower his head very, very low to lick between the shoe and the ground.

Wu Xiaohan still made Wei Qi stick out his tongue for her to see—and Wei Qi's tongue was indeed licked dirty again. Then, Wu Xiaohan lowered her shoe to the ground, with the heel slightly raised: "Alright, lick the bottom of my heel."

Wei Qi stuck his tongue in and licked it a few times, then realized that Wu Xiaohan had lowered her heel and stepped on his tongue.

With his tongue stepped on, he could only try to remind Wu Xiaohan in a muffled voice: "Master, you stepped on my tongue."

Wu Xiaohan didn't let go; instead, she stood up and pressed her heel even harder against Wei Qi's tongue: "Is that so? Isn't your tongue just for your master to step on?"

Wei Qi's tongue was in excruciating pain, and he couldn't speak, only groaning in pain.

Wu Xiaohan twisted her heel, which was pressing against Wei Qi's tongue, and asked, "What's wrong? Why aren't you answering? Do you disagree?"

She continued to twist and grind her heel against Wei Qi's tongue, saying, "It feels so good for Master to step on your tongue, why don't you agree to Master stepping on it?"

He mumbled a few words, but no one could hear them clearly. Wu Xiaohan simply lifted her other foot, putting all her weight on Wei Qi's tongue. Ignoring Wei Qi's agonizing screams, she continued, "Hmm? You don't like Master stepping on your tongue?"

Wu Xiaohan finally lifted her heel. A little blood slowly seeped from Wei Qi's tongue. After a few seconds, he replied, "No, Master. If Master wants to step on me, then step on me."

Wu Xiaohan continued to ask Wei Qi, "Do you genuinely want to be stepped on by Master, or are you just saying this because you're afraid of being punished?"

I knew that Wei Qi must be afraid of being punished to say that. After all, Wei Qi didn't like experiencing pain in any area other than his genitals.

But Wei Qi knew he could only give the answer Wu Xiaohan wanted to hear: "I really want to be stepped on by Master."

Hearing this satisfactory answer, Wu Xiaohan said, "Then Master will step on your tongue properly again. But you know, if Master wants to properly step on a particular part of you, he has to nail it down first..."

Upon hearing this, Wei Qi proactively said, "Master, I'll go get the hammer and nails."

Since resistance was useless, he might as well try to please his master; perhaps she would treat him better.

"Good boy," Wu Xiaohan said, "Take them out and step on them in the living room. Also, take out the little stool."

Wei Qi found everything, knelt down, lowered his head, and placed his tongue on the stool. Wu Xiaohan picked up the claw hammer and skillfully hammered the nails into the base of Wei Qi's tongue. When the nail pierced Wei Qi's tongue, Wei Qi let out a scream, but because his tongue was nailed, the sound was particularly distorted.

Enduring the excruciating pain of the nail piercing his tongue, Wei Qi breathed heavily.

Wu Xiaohan nimbly climbed onto the stool, preparing to begin her attack.

Her black heel pressed down on the tip of Wei Qi's tongue, increasing pressure and twisting. After stepping on so many parts of Wei Qi's body, Wu Xiaohan had become adept and rhythmic. Wei Qi began to groan, tremble, and contort—all of this was something the three of us had already anticipated.

One more thing we three had anticipated was that Wu Xiaohan's cruel heels would definitely make Wei Qi cry from the pain. Therefore, Wu Xiaohan warned Wei Qi beforehand: "I know you're going to cry again soon, you useless piece of trash. But today you'd better hold it in, hold it in until you can't hold it in anymore. If you're a man, don't cry. If you dare to cry, I'll cut your tongue out, understand?"

Wei Qi nodded. Wu Xiaohan continued, "If you don't cry until the very end, your master will reward you. Of course, in that case, your tongue might be crushed and pulverized by your master—but that's better than having your whole tongue cut off, right?"

Wu Xiaohan raised her head, no longer looking at Wei Qi. Relying on the feeling in her feet, she skillfully pressed her heel against different parts of Wei Qi's tongue, applying force, twisting, and then pressing her entire body weight down...

Wei Qi trembled all over, large drops of sweat dripping to the ground. His tongue was already covered in blood. But he still held back, not letting himself cry.

Wu Xiaohan knew it was time to move on to the next step. She lifted her foot and stomped her heel heavily onto Wei Qi's tongue. The instantaneous impact ruptured blood vessels, tore flesh, and utterly destroyed his tongue.

She stomped her foot several more times. Wei Qi screamed, tears streaming down his face. But he kept his eyes tightly shut, trying to hold back the tears that flowed instinctively.

Wu Xiaohan lowered her head and wiped Wei Qi's eyes with her fingers, saying, "You little bastard, you seem to be crying."

Wei Qi denied it repeatedly, saying in a muffled voice, "No... I didn't cry."

"Then what's that in your eyes?"

"Sweat." Wei Qi's voice was indistinct.

Wu Xiaohan straightened up, raised her right foot, and stomped heavily on Wei Qi's tongue with her heel, saying, "Hmm? Now you dare to lie to your master?"

Wei Qi mumbled something, but this did not stop Wu Xiaohan's cruelty. She jumped up, and when she landed, her heel hit the center of his tongue precisely. Blood gushed out again from the mangled tongue.

Wu Xiaohan jumped twice more—this time, amidst the incessant screams and convulsions, Wei Qi's tears finally overflowed along with the blood on his tongue.

Wu Xiaohan stepped down from the stool, placed her fingers on Wei Qi's cheek, and said, "So, this is still sweat?"

Wei Qi didn't speak. He must have been thinking, why didn't he faint? Why couldn't he just faint from the pain again? If he had fainted, perhaps he wouldn't have cried.

Seeing that Wei Qi's tongue was bleeding profusely, Wu Xiaohan brought a gauze to cover it and then had Wei Qi press on the base of his tongue to stop the bleeding.

Wu Xiaohan comforted Wei Qi, "It's alright. Master knows you tried your best, Master won't cut off your tongue."

Only then did Wei Qi's eyes light up. Wu Xiaohan continued, "You still need to keep your tongue to taste your master's gold and holy water, I can't cut it off now."

Wei Qi's bleeding stopped, and when he removed the gauze, I saw that even though the bleeding had stopped, his tongue was riddled with sores; and the nail piercing the base of his tongue was still in place.

At this moment, Wu Xiaohan gently spat a mouthful of glistening saliva onto Wei Qi's nailed tongue: "Come on, your master will give you a French kiss. Can your tongue still taste your master's saliva?"

Wei Qi nodded slightly, uttering a word that sounded like "sweet."

"Nonsense, human saliva clearly has no taste," Wu Xiaohan said arrogantly.

She finally removed the nails from Wei Qi's body and let him rest by her feet.

Wu Xiaohan decided to stop there for the day—there was really nothing left to torture Wei Qi with; his hands, tongue, nipples, and genitals were covered in nail and needle wounds, and his skin was covered in whip marks.

She took out her laptop to check her work emails and asked if I wanted to go back first. I saw that there wasn't much more to film, so I decided to go back to school. As usual, she gave me the car keys and told me that she might have to go on a business trip tomorrow and would let me know the details in the morning.

I returned to my dormitory, lay comfortably on my bed, and looked at Wei Qi's empty bed across from me, wondering how much pain Wei Qi would have to endure tonight, how he would suffer through the night on the cold, hard floor.

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