[Wuxia] The Unconventional Life of a Woman from Jinling (Complete) - 12

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Chapter 49 Lindan's Quirk

Liang Baicheng lay flat on the bed covered with a clean, new white bedspread, staring at a small window with iron bars in the corner, his heart numb. He was only wearing underwear, eagerly awaiting his master's arrival.

The hour hand on the old wall clock had already pointed to 9:30; Lindan's master should be back soon. He unconsciously rubbed his genitals, his penis throbbing a few times in his sticky underwear.

He jumped off the bed and tidied the room again. He drank some water and jumped back onto the bed. 9:30; Lindan's master should be back soon.

Liang Baicheng had often fantasized about being abused by women since childhood—both mentally and sexually. He had a normal childhood, a normal family, a normal education, and a normal job. But no matter what, he couldn't change his sexual orientation. He occasionally went out with normal girls and had legitimate sexual relations, but he always felt something was missing in his life. After graduating from university, he worked for a company in Nanjing for nine years, but he never married.

As he grew older, his masochistic desires also developed. Two years ago, he posted a message on an SM website seeking a master, and a few months later he met Zhang Lindan. She was his first master. For the first three months, they trained each other over the phone. Eventually, he decided to completely give up his freedom and become Zhang Lindan's slave. He offered to give her all his savings of 120,000 yuan from nine years of work, but she refused. In the end, she only agreed to accept 20,000 yuan from him and accept half of his current salary every month. He was determined to become her 24/7 full-time sex slave, allowing her to abuse and humiliate him at will. But she said she only wanted a weekend toilet slave. In the end, she only agreed to the current arrangement: he would come once every weekend, and each time he would use his mouth to serve as her toilet for two days.

His master, Zhang Lindan, was a modern urbanite, living a carefree and wealthy life, and many excellent men pursued her. In the 1990s, a new class emerged in China's major cities, both enviable and unsettling—the leisure class, the rentier class, or what we now call today's "living bachelors" or "living wives." They neither work nor study, leading extravagantly lazy lives, yet spending lavishly. Their 24 hours can be summarized in five words: eat, drink, play, have fun, and sleep.

Today's living bachelors are mainly composed of several groups: first, "gold diggers" who returned from their "overseas exile" years earlier, many of whom had gone to Japan; second, mistresses of foreign business owners in Nanjing, aged 18 to 35, including students, workers, cadres, and self-employed individuals; and third, those who became rich overnight through family and friends' financial assistance, inheritance, or speculative profits made in previous years.

Dine at upscale restaurants, frequent dance halls, go to saunas, play mahjong, and have affairs…this is the main content of their lives.

The XX residential area in Nanjing is a famous upscale villa district. Lindan's home is in one of these luxurious villas. She spent her days either dancing and going to bars or having secret rendezvous with her lover at home.

Completely unlike him, she had never had any BDSM sexual fantasies before; she only developed a liking for sadomasochism after marrying a German man. Now, however, she was a seasoned BDSM practitioner, and she had a completely personal servant who lived with her. He was a handsome, submissive 23-year-old. Liang Baicheng often saw him, but he rarely had the chance to speak to him; he didn't even know his name. He envied the handsome young man. In his eyes, the young man was truly fortunate, because he could live upstairs every day, serving his master.

Zhang Lindan was 1.68 meters tall and weighed 110 kilograms. She wore a long, slightly wavy black shawl. She had large eyes and long eyelashes. Her chest wasn't particularly large, but it was well-proportioned. All her pubic hair was shaved, except for some dark brown downy hair very close to her labia. He personally preferred women with no pubic hair; of course, even if his master had a lot of hair, he could only dream about it. A month ago, his mistress celebrated her thirty-sixth birthday. She had a few shallow wrinkles around her eyes, but she was exceptionally beautiful, incredibly sexy, and daring. Yet, this fashionable and sophisticated woman often uttered vulgarities.

He was completely in love with his mistress, Zhang Lindan. She was sexy, fierce, and wild. Her sexiness emanated from her very bones. She was the most beautiful being he had ever seen. Beautiful long black hair, exquisite breasts, a lush triangle of flesh, a sweet source of life, a delicious anus, long legs, graceful calf curves, beautiful feet… especially her demeanor; she exuded a coldness from the inside out. Cold, indifferent, ruthless. A coldness that didn't care about anything. She was a genuine woman, a genuine goddess. Every inch of her body was worthy of worship. Her flesh, mind, and soul—not a single part of her didn't want to be absorbed into him.

He still remembered how Zhang Lindan had trained him to be her toilet. In the beginning, he was merely Lindan's telephone-trained slave. After months of sluggish phone service, Lindan's mistress agreed to a meeting, offering him an opportunity for training.

Perhaps he hadn't thought it through, but it was an easy decision. That day, he took a taxi to his mistress's villa in the suburbs. As previously instructed, he knelt outside the door, scratching at it like a dog. "Take off all your clothes, and you can come in." He glanced around, hoping no one would appear at this moment. He took off his trousers, t-shirt, underwear, and shoes and socks. He knelt outside her door, naked. "Crawl in, the door's unlocked." He crawled inside, eyes downcast, awaiting the next command.

The furnishings inside were extremely luxurious. The surprisingly spacious living room connected to the study had rows of neat bookshelves filled with Chinese and foreign classics.

"Mistress, this is a tribute from your servant," he knelt on the ground, taking a thick envelope from a bag beside him containing 20,000 yuan.

"Put it on the table,"

he obediently did.

His mistress stood before him, wearing high heels, a black miniskirt, and a light green pullover. The mistress's stunning beauty left him speechless. She slapped him hard across the face and said, "I didn't tell you to look up, you filthy dog. If you look again, I'll let your ass taste the whip. You can start licking her shoes now!"

Immediately, he shifted his gaze to her shoes and began to lick them. "Lick them clean, you filthy slave!" she chuckled. As soon as he finished licking one, the other was immediately thrust to his mouth. Five minutes later, she gently kicked him to the ground and then stood on his chest. Her heels were thin and sharp, and scratches immediately appeared on his skin. She placed the heel of one shoe directly on his nipple, while the other was placed on his mouth, and ordered him to lick the sole. "Lick it well! I haven't had a good shoe slave in a long time. The soles are too dirty."

He licked incessantly while listening to her announce the rules: "My slave lives primarily for my pleasure, but that doesn't mean he can't have any enjoyment. I believe that encouragement for what is right brings more satisfying results than punishment for what is wrong. Therefore, you will be rewarded for doing well, but also punished for doing wrong. Eventually, your soul will reach a new level where you consider your pleasure to be a punishment. At that point, your training will be over." She checked the soles, looking satisfied. "Not bad, not bad at all," she said. "You've done very well." She reached into a small bag and pulled out a grape for him: "During the intensive training phase, your rewards will primarily be food. You can only eat what I give you, nothing else. If I catch you stealing food, your training will end immediately. Do you understand?"

He replied, "Yes, Master. I obey completely."

"Good," she said. "You will learn a lot in the coming weeks."

Over the next week, he gradually became accustomed to his mistress's slave life. His mistress waxed him, making his legs and buttocks smooth and delicate. During the day, he had to wear skirts, stockings, and high heels to do all sorts of housework. It wasn't too bad, except for one time when he needed the phone repaired. When he opened the door dressed as a slave, the female phone repairman took a step back in surprise. Luckily, the mistress happened to be there and came to his rescue: "Don't be afraid. He won't hurt anyone. He just likes to wear women's clothes." The repairman smiled nervously, clearly uncomfortable, and quickly finished the repair and left.

In the latter half of the week, he began his lessons in body worship with his mistress. This included a tongue bath before the formal bath. He would start by licking her toes, inch by inch, down to her upper thighs, then repeat on the other leg. He would then lick her abdomen, breasts, armpits, neck, face, and eyelids. He especially enjoyed licking her eyelids; this brief contact made him feel connected to her mind. After licking her face, she would spread her legs for him to lick her beautiful vulva. Sometimes, she would press his head against her vulva, enjoying an orgasm. Other times, she would lie face down, with a pillow underneath, her buttocks raised for him to lick, and he would stimulate her with his hands. During this ritual, she occasionally allowed him to masturbate. Each time, he was very excited and ejaculated profusely. After orgasm, she would order him to lick up the semen spilled on the floor. As usual, if she was satisfied, she would feed him fresh grapes.

The second week began even more interestingly and excitingly. Whenever the mistress needed to use the toilet, he was responsible for preparing it. This included setting out a toilet seat, ensuring there was enough toilet paper, and having plenty of reading material nearby. The master bathroom's facilities were almost up to five-star hotel standards. When she used the toilet, he had to kneel at her feet, his face resting on the toilet seat between her legs. After she finished urinating, he had to wipe her genitals clean and flush the toilet. "Well done," she said, "Ready to eat your delicious treat?" "Yes, mistress. He's done, but where's the fruit plate?" he asked. "You don't need that plate anymore, you'll eat directly from me." With that, she turned around, her backside facing him, bent over the toilet seat, and commanded, "Eat from my asshole, slave." He was terrified, feeling he wasn't ready. As he hesitated, she turned around and slapped him across the face, her ring leaving a small scratch on his cheek. "I don't remember saying I'd eat later, I meant eat now." She turned around and pressed her backside against his face. He buried his face between her buttocks and began licking her anus. He felt something pressing against his tongue, then heard her command: "Eat it!" To his surprise, a grape fell into his mouth. He chewed it gratefully, thankful there was nothing else. Even more surprisingly, his penis became large and erect, as if waiting for a different kind of feast. After this ritual lasted for a few days, the mistress told him that there would be a change.

The next morning, the mistress took him to the bathroom, but after he placed the toilet seat, she said, "No more of this, slave. This morning you will have fresh lemon juice for breakfast." She ordered him to lie in the large bathtub, then squatted over his face. "Open your mouth and taste the mistress's nectar." Saying this, she ignored him and began to urinate. The first stream of urine shot directly into the middle of his eyes, but he managed to adjust his position and catch it with his mouth. The force of the urine was strong, rushing straight to the back of his throat. He swallowed it deeply, without spilling her precious fluid. The urine tasted pungent, choking his throat. But once again, under the humiliation and shame, his penis was as hard as iron. After she finished urinating, she handed him a towel, told him to wipe himself clean, and then lick her clean. He obeyed eagerly. He received the reward of grapes again, this time from her anus.

Lindan wouldn't allow him to bathe, brush his teeth, or comb his hair. She told him what she was going to turn him into, that soon this would be his only purpose for survival. She used descriptive language and made sure he remembered her words. Under no circumstances was he allowed to speak, only respond to her demands with nods. And after she finished speaking to him, he shouldn't say anything more.

For the next week, he was chained to the master bathroom, kneeling beside the toilet for long periods. When she wasn't in the bathroom, she had to turn off the lights, and each time she used the bathroom, she had to give him a few minutes to adjust to the light. She needed him to see her undress completely, and if he wasn't watching, she would force him to watch without saying a word. As soon as she finished, she had to turn off the lights immediately. During this week, the only time he could see light was when Lindan used the toilet. The only sound he could hear was her relieving herself.

Lindan showered, washed her hair, and brushed her teeth in another bathroom. He was never allowed to speak! Except in dire circumstances, when the slave was permitted to answer her questions. She severely punished him for speaking without her permission.

She began to get used to relieving herself in front of him; she needed constant training to make it completely natural, no matter how long that training took. She provided him with a whole can of dog food every day, enough to train his stomach for future use. She bought imported beef and ham/cheese dog food. One can a day, forced to finish it. She prepared five cups of water daily. She gave him 2.5 cups each time, pouring it into his mouth quickly, not allowing him to drink any that spilled. This was to train his drinking speed and accuracy. Still using his hands? How could that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a highly realistic shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large granular protrusions, closely matching the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

Every day, she forced him to drink a small cup of apple cider vinegar and ordered him to hold the vinegar in his mouth for 20 minutes before swallowing. If he choked or sprayed the vinegar, she would beat him and make him do it again.

After a week, he was mature enough to accept the third stage of training. He began to transform. The final result was that he could not get an erection without seeing her excrement. Based on her experience in Germany, it usually takes a year for a submissive to achieve this effect. In this stage, she allowed him to have intimate contact with her excrement. She knew this would take time; she wanted him to get used to the smell and taste of her excrement over the next few days. After breakfast, the mistress ordered him to prepare the toilet for her bowel movements. As usual, he checked the bathroom and knelt in his usual position in front of the toilet. He noticed the toilet paper was running low and became a little nervous. But his mistress told him, "Don't worry, we don't need any toilet paper this morning." She began to strain, emptying the waste from her large intestine into the toilet. When she was finished, she turned around, bent over, and grabbed the toilet seat. "You can lick my butt clean now," she said, giving him a grape. He put the grape in his mouth and began to lick and suck her buttocks. He didn't know if it was the grape, her anus, or her poop, but it tasted delicious and made his mouth water. He licked eagerly for several minutes, cleaning her buttocks and even sticking his tongue into her plump anus. This time, he received more praise and more grapes.

She knew she should let him have more intimate contact with her excrement. She wanted him to get used to the smell and taste of excrement as soon as possible, and began to reduce the amount of apple cider vinegar and dog food, just enough to fill him up and help him swallow, so that the training could continue.

This stage was also difficult for Lindan, because she also hated the smell of her own excrement. Sometimes she had to wear nasal plugs. She removed his chastity belt. She restrained his hands behind his back to prevent masturbation. She also stopped giving him apple cider vinegar and reduced his dog food to a quarter can a day. The purpose was to ensure he was constantly hungry unless he decided to eat what she gave him. For the entire week, she would keep him in the bathtub. She plugged the drain to prevent overflow, forbade him from leaving the tub to use the toilet—and ordered him to wear adult diapers, which would be overflowing by the end of the week. The purpose was to ensure he was not only frequently exposed to her excrement but also had to absorb her own. For the next two weeks, Lindan barely used the toilet, using the bathtub whenever she needed to relieve herself. She didn't urinate directly on him but in a spot easily accessible to her—allowing him to approach the excrement at his own pace. After

each bowel movement, she ordered him to bend over and immerse his nose and face in the feces. She made him pick some up with his mouth, hold it for a few minutes, and then swallow some. If there was any left, she would put on latex gloves and smear the excrement all over his face—focusing on his nostrils and mouth. This process was to get him an erection. She would monitor him, and if he had difficulty getting an erection, she would help him by giving his genitals some gentle friction, but never letting him ejaculate. She knew it was very important that he was aroused by the sight of her feces.

He must remain in his original state, without washing or handling. During this stage, he is constantly under the constant influence of the smell, taste, and sensation of feces. She ensures the feces are deeply ingrained in his mind and body. His hands are always restrained, unable to break free. She turns off the lights each time she finishes. If she finds any evidence or sign that he wants to ejaculate, she punishes him severely until he never dares to have such thoughts again. Denial and punishment are crucial because they keep him focused and in a state that makes this stage easier to pass.

Each time she urinates, she urinates into his mouth. She doesn't directly touch his mouth because it's unsafe since it's been exposed to unwashed feces. If she feels uncomfortable while he's lying in the bathtub, she sometimes urinates into a bottle and forces him to drink it. She orders him to drink it all. If he spills even a little (which is inevitable), she gives him a mild whipping. His water intake is limited to only two cups a day, and she ensures he is thirsty every time he sees her urination.

His diet for the entire week consisted of half a can of dog food and her excrement (he was usually ordered to eat some of it, but allowed to eat as much as he wanted). She used tissues after each bowel movement. She wiped and disposed of it in the toilet, sometimes in the bathtub.

By the fifth week, Lindan said he was doing well and decided to speed up his training. That morning, as he prepared the toilet, she came in with a bowl of fruit. She handed him the bowl, sat back on the toilet with her rear end sticking out of the seat. "I'm going to poop now, you have to catch it with the bowl." With that, she began to strain, expelling a long, thick, yellow clump of feces. He caught it with the fruit bowl, having to turn it around several times like catching an ice cream cone. Half a minute later, she turned to him and said, "Today I'm giving you a special treat, try our specialty." She chuckled, "Poop fruit platter!" He noticed a spoon by the bathtub and picked it up. At the same time, he noticed two subconscious changes: 1. His penis was as hard as iron; 2. His mouth was full of saliva. He used a spoon to pick up a grape smeared with feces and put it in his mouth, the mixed taste creating a strange sensation. As he chewed and swallowed, his penis trembled. At this moment, Lindan turned around and carefully observed his lewd behavior.

He then picked up a large spoonful of cantaloupe smeared with her feces and put it in his mouth. His penis trembled again, and he hummed with pleasure. The mistress began to rub his penis and whispered, "That's how it should be. Eat the food that comes directly from your mistress's large intestine, slowly savoring its warmth and moisture. Imagine it's not feces, but fruit, cultivated from the deepest part of your mistress's body." His humming grew louder and louder, slowly approaching climax. When he put the last bit in the bowl into his mouth, the mistress squeezed his penis hard, "Come on, toilet. Digest my stuff, offer yours too." He hummed loudly, spurting out gushes of hot white semen, splattering it all over the floor. Of course, Lindan ordered him to lick it clean, and he obediently complied.

Unless absolutely necessary, his master still wouldn't speak to him. She seemed to think he was basically ready. At this stage, she would train the slave to eat feces very quickly—very quickly, so he could swallow it faster than she gave him. To achieve this, he needed to get used to swallowing feces without chewing. This was a skill the Taiwanese toilet slave excelled at. He would gently soften the feces with his tongue before swallowing. It would take this slave quite a while to master this important skill. She knew that with enough practice, he would eventually succeed.

Hygiene was a crucial issue at this stage. Starting this week, she ordered him to handle his diapers, bathe, brush his teeth, remove hair, and use mouthwash. She would order him to clean his mouth after each use. She also demanded he groom himself according to her specifications: hair length, hairstyle, beard, deodorant, nails, etc.

At this stage, she would urinate directly into his mouth. She would make him lie in the bathtub with his feet in the air. Sitting on the edge of the tub, her buttocks about 4-6 centimeters from his mouth, her legs spread apart, knees about half a meter apart, she often sat on a towel or pillow for comfort. She had him hold a bowl in one hand to collect any splashed urine during the process. This required some adjustment and getting used to. The goal was for him to keep up with her urination without missing a drop.

To ensure he received stools of varying consistency, she began to pay attention to his diet. She knew that softer stools would have a stronger odor, potentially causing the slave to vomit and feel nauseous in the first few times; however, softer stools were also easier to swallow quickly.

Now came the most interesting part. This was why she trained him to be her toilet slave. This was completely different from simply having a man clean her buttocks with his tongue. Her slave had to thoroughly clean his mouth before this process began. Before this step, she usually had him rinse thoroughly with water five times, then rinse with mouthwash for 30 seconds—she wanted the slave to finish quickly—the time he spent preparing her anus should not exceed one minute. Once his mouth was clean, she commanded him to move his tongue around her anus. She instructed him to keep his tongue away from her vulva to prevent infection. She had him hold a glass of water, place his lips around her anus, and begin moving his tongue up and down to clean the surface. The fresh water cooled his tongue. Then, he inserted his tongue about 3 centimeters into her anus, slowly circling it. He held it inside for about two seconds, then removed it and reinserted it. He did this about 5-8 times. Then he rinsed his mouth with cool water and repeated this process until he was sure it was clean. Next, he used cream. The slave first dried his tongue with a towel, then placed a small amount of cream on the tip of his tongue. He then carefully applied the cream to the anus and surrounding skin with his tongue. It was a completely new sensation and kept her skin healthy.

After confirming that her slave could swallow his feces quickly, she knew it was time to get him out of the bathtub. She decided to move on to the final stage. She felt her toilet slave was ready. She wanted to test how well he was doing. It was his fifth week of training. As usual, he knelt in the bathroom, waiting for his mistress's arrival. The mistress entered, completely naked except for her high heels. Instead of sitting on the toilet, she straddled it with her legs spread, leaning slightly forward, her buttocks protruding to his face. "Today you will taste the food directly from the source. This is my most delightful anal worship and toilet service. This way, the slave can always have contact with the master. Tell me if you are ready."

He shifted slightly, making it easier for his mouth to reach his mistress's anus. He grabbed her thighs and leaned in. This way, she could sit down while defecating, and he would be more stable. His tongue plunged deep into her anus, and he said, "I'm ready." His voice was muffled by her buttocks. She reached back and gripped his head tightly, her buttocks shifting back as she began to defecate in his mouth. At first, he didn't taste anything as the excrement pressed against the tip of his tongue in her anus. Then his tongue was pushed out. A large, thick, sticky mass of excrement squeezed past his lips and into his mouth. It quickly filled his entire mouth. He felt a little suffocated and instinctively recoiled. But he grabbed her thigh, while her hands pressed his head down, preventing him from escaping. Unable to chew, he could only suck on her excrement. Her excrement poured into his mouth relentlessly, forcing him to swallow large gulps each time. Her copious amounts of excrement quickly filled his stomach, but he forced himself to stay focused, not wasting a single drop of this precious gift. As he ate her excrement, his mind wasn't filled with humiliation, but with the yellowish-black delicacy that had been hidden within his beautiful mistress's body just minutes before. With each piece of excrement that entered his mouth, he felt increasingly proud—his mistress had chosen only him to share the feast prepared deep within her. When she forcefully shoved the last large piece of excrement into his mouth, she turned to watch him chew on her bounty. "You can ejaculate now," she said. Without touching himself, he ejaculated a large puddle, which landed on the floor in front of him. As he chewed on the last piece of her excrement, savoring its taste and smell, he realized that, through the mistress's personal humiliation and training, he had found his true love for the first time in Zhang Lindan's toilet.

Lindan felt extremely satisfied; her slave was an investment of her precious time. The next time he defecated, she would have him cover his anus with his lips, airtight, while simultaneously consuming her "golden reward." This moment was the culmination of her hard work. Like all valuable possessions, she wanted him to belong to her for a long time. To keep him healthy, she gave him vitamins every night and ordered him to exercise. She made him do push-ups at a fixed outdoor route every day.

She decided to design a special toilet for her toilet slave, like foreign queens, although sometimes she still preferred to defecate directly on his head.

Chapter 50 Lindan's Basement

A year had passed.

For the past seven months, he had spent every weekend in Zhang Lindan's basement.

If you asked him if he regretted it, he himself didn't know how to answer, because he had become completely numb, losing the spirit of a free man. From the day he decided to abandon all pretense to satisfy his sexual desires and his quirks, he had decided to erase the past. Now he was merely Zhang Lindan's sex slave, merely her living toilet, without thought, without dreams.

Every Friday night, he would arrive at his master's house on time. If his master wasn't home, his young servant would open the door for him and lead him to the basement. The basement had several rooms, one of which was both his dream paradise and his purgatory. The young man would lock his room from the outside, leaving him alone to wait for his master.

This basement room was about 20 square meters, containing only a mattress, a bucket, a toilet chair, and a low table with an old-fashioned 21-inch television on it.

Several iron rings hung on the wall, one connected to a three-meter-long chain, the other end of which was locked to his dog collar.

It was now 9:35 PM on Saturday. He had been waiting for his master in the basement all day. Last night, his master had returned around 11 PM with a woman, and then came down to his room to give him holy water. This morning, his master had used him. After that, his master went out and hadn't returned yet. He felt very hungry. Although he had eaten a lot before coming on Friday night, he hadn't eaten all day, and the hunger tormented this 178cm tall man.

Suddenly, he heard his owner's car drive into the garage. Then, he heard the sound of doors opening and closing, and he heard his owner and another man walk into the upstairs living room.

A while later, he heard his owner's high-heeled footsteps on the stairs. He quickly jumped off the bed and knelt by the basement door like a dog. Then Zhang Lindan appeared in the doorway.

His owner went into his room, closed the door behind her, and sat down on the mattress, never glancing at him. Lindan rubbed her eyes, looking tired. He crawled to his owner's feet without saying a word. He wasn't allowed to speak without his owner's permission; he knew the rules, of course.

Lindan turned on the TV and slowly ate the fruit and snacks she had brought down, ignoring him. Occasionally, she would spit food onto the bed, and he would silently eat it. After about 10 minutes, she wiped her mouth and turned off the TV.

He knew it was time to serve his master.

"Hungry? Come on up," she said coldly.

He climbed onto the mattress, facing Zhang Lindan, and knelt before her, his penis already hard and erect.

She took off her skirt and top, carefully hanging them behind the door. Then, wearing only her underwear, she walked up to him. She looked at him, then, without warning, spat in his face. Sticky saliva dripped down his face onto the white sheets.

Lindan also climbed onto the mattress and took off her underwear. She lay on the bed, raising her anus. "Lick it clean!" she commanded.

This was his moment of pleasure; he quickly turned around and knelt facing her anus. This morning, in this very room, he had already performed the toilet service for his master, but Lindan had only defecated a small amount, after which he had licked her anus clean. But now, it seemed her anus hadn't been wiped after defecating; dried feces were stuck around her pink anus. Undoubtedly, she had defecated outside and deliberately hadn't wiped. He lowered his head, burying his face in her buttocks, and began cleaning her anus with his tongue. He ate her feces almost every weekend, so he was naturally familiar with the slightly bitter taste. He first diluted Lindan's dried feces with saliva, then carefully licked away the fecal water bit by bit, swallowing it. Lindan lay on the bed, eyes closed, resting.

After he had licked away all the remaining feces, he began to probe deep into Lindan's anus with his tongue. Lindan's anus had a slightly foul, yet incredibly sexy, smell. He felt his penis getting harder and harder, and finally, he couldn't resist any longer, secretly rubbing the head of his penis lightly against the edge of Lindan's anus.

"You bastard!" Lindan felt something was wrong with her anus, turned around, and cursed him. "Who told you to stick your dirty penis into my anus? You shit-eating bastard!"

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said fearfully.

"Shut up!" Lindan shouted. "Kneel down!"

Normally, Lindan wasn't this irritable. She seemed to be in a bad mood today and was taking it out on him when she got home.

"Slap yourself! Stop when I tell you to stop!" Lindan commanded sternly.

He slapped himself repeatedly, left and right. After about two minutes, Lindan ordered him to stop.

"Rinse your mouth!" she commanded.

He immediately complied, rinsing his mouth for almost a minute with a bottle of mouthwash from the bucket.

Lindan sat down against the headboard, spreading her legs.

"Come here and lick my pussy!" She then turned on the TV, making him perform oral sex while she watched the program.

He crawled in front of Lindan and began licking her pussy. Lindan's pussy was very tight, probably because she had never given birth; he had to use his hands to pry it open. His mistress's vulva smelled very strong today; he suspected she had had vaginal intercourse during the day. Her labia were covered in unwiped vaginal fluid and urine, which he diligently licked. A drama was playing on TV, and Lindan giggled occasionally. Sometimes, when she laughed too hard, some urine would even gush from her vagina. His penis was already hard and about to burst, but without Lindan's permission, he dared not make any further moves.

Half an hour later, the drama on TV ended. Lindan turned off the TV and slightly kicked his head away with her foot.

"Come here, toilet, I need to relieve myself!"

He naturally knew what this meant. Lindan loved playing the feces-feeding game; it had been going on for over seven months, and he would come every weekend to be Lindan's toilet, eating her feces. At first, it was a little hard to swallow, but after a while, he got used to it. Only after leaving on Sunday nights would he take some laxatives to make himself vomit and have diarrhea for several hours to detoxify himself. And for the first few days of each week, he would feel strange. He knew the dangers of human feces to his health. Fortunately, he was still young.

Sometimes, lying in his own bed at home, he would even miss Lindan's feces.

At this moment, he lay flat on the bed, and Lindan squatted down above his head, positioning her genitals against his mouth. A moment later, golden urine flowed down her vagina in two streams. He licked the streams, drinking it in large gulps, letting the salty urine flow into his mouth. Then, Lindan moved forward slightly, positioning her anus against his urine-covered mouth.

"Speak," Lindan commanded.

He had to beg and thank her before eating Lindan's excrement.

"Please, Master Lindan, grant me your fragrant excrement. This servant sincerely begs you, grant this servant your gold. Without your fragrant excrement, this servant cannot live."

She sat on the anal-licking chair, his head beneath the chair serving her. When she wanted to fart, she would signal for a reward; he would press his lips tightly against her anus to prevent her precious fart from leaking out. However, this made it a little difficult for her to fart. Lindan manipulated his penis with her hand while simultaneously straining her abdomen, pushing out the stool she had been holding in for so long.

"Catch," Lindan suddenly farted, and he immediately covered her anus completely with his mouth, the stench of the fart spreading around his face. He began to suck forcefully, his lips enveloping his mistress's anus. This was the result of his mistress's long-term training. Lindan's anus began to open in his mouth, and soon, a yellow stool began to wriggle out, pressing against his tongue.

"Bite it off with your mouth!" Lindan commanded.

Once the stool was bitten off, the stench became even stronger. He had barely bitten off one when more stool entered his mouth. Today, Lindan had a lot of stool, and she was defecating very quickly; he couldn't keep up.

"You damn toilet bowl, can't you just spit it out if you can't eat it all at once?"

He spat the feces in his mouth onto the bed. Lindan's buttocks twitched, and she produced some slightly thinner but softer golden-yellow feces. The bitter taste filled his mouth. He chewed it voraciously. He raised his head and used his tongue to stir the hanging feces in Lindan's anus. Lindan started urinating into his mouth again, turning all the semi-dried feces into a semi-liquid state.

"Drink it!"

He drank Lindan's fecal water in large gulps, and soon his stomach felt bloated. The thought that his stomach was full of his master Lindan's feces made his penis hard again.

"Now lick all the feces off my buttocks, don't let me find out you've cut corners." Lindan raised her buttocks slightly to give him more space to work.

He held Lindan's snow-white ankles with both hands, raised his head, and began to carefully clean the feces off Lindan's buttocks; her feces tasted bitter. Lindan continued to squat and let him lick for a while, then simply lay down on his stomach. The basement was very hot, the smell of urine, feces, and sweat mixed and evaporated. He felt very excited. He didn't dare to slack off, carefully licking the feces on Lindan's buttocks, then swallowing it. Lindan's vulva was very wet, with love juice dripping down from time to time, dripping onto his chin. In no

time, he couldn't hold back anymore and began to ejaculate wildly. Lindan lifted up, stepped on his forehead with her right foot, and let the urine flow down her leg onto the filth on his face. Lindan got off the bed and began to clean her body with one of his blankets.

"That's enough for tonight. Didn't you not eat all day? Just slowly eat what your master has given you. You are not allowed to clean tonight, and if you don't finish eating, you will sleep in my feces. Tomorrow I will watch you lick the whole bed clean and eat it." After saying that, she threw the blanket at his feet.

He turned over in the filth on the bed and took a deep breath. He knew that, as with every weekend, his master wouldn't feed him for the next two days; she would only feed him with her own excrement. He groped around on the bed, recalling the abuse Lindan had inflicted on him, a smile creeping across his face. He felt hungry, and instinctively, he picked up a piece of his master's excrement and slowly swallowed it.

Chapter 51 Avant-garde or Decadent?

At a gathering of the Gang of Four, the topic naturally turned to SM, and Lindan began peddling her theories again. She and Yuanchun both hoped that Zheng Manli would join their avant-garde game soon. Zheng Manli already knew something about SM; she was curious about the psychology of submissives.

Lindan told her: A deeply submissive sub will take the submissive's wishes as their spiritual pillar. They worship the submissive's body and every word and action, even the submissive's excrement. In their minds, the submissive's urine is far more attractive than fruit juice. Submissives figuratively call this kind of submissive a toilet slave or a human toilet; this kind of submissive brings the submissive extreme pleasure of conquest.

She proudly introduced her latest toilet slave to her friends.

"The first time I pooped in his mouth was absolutely amazing. It was so exciting, my whole body was burning, and I couldn't help but play with my clitoris. He ate it all without hesitation. From that moment on, I was determined to poop for him all the time, because I love that feeling. It's so amazing, so stimulating!"

"That's unbelievable, a man eating a woman's..." Zheng Manli listened, her body burning with desire, constantly shifting in her chair.

"As a slave, he must place me above all else. In fact, in the process of training him into a toilet slave, I also provided him with the most private and thorough opportunity to serve me, allowing him to show me his utmost submission and loyalty. Yuanchun, your American cousin must have trained her slaves in the same way. Toilet slave training isn't a mandatory course for all slaves in master-slave relationships, but it's definitely a most special instruction and a most reliable form of control, enabling us to enjoy the most thorough service. What could make you feel more thoroughly worshipped and served than having a man kneel behind you every day, eating your excrement? I like training men into toilet slaves, living toilets that can be used anytime, anywhere, slaves who crave for me to feed them their own excrement every day. I'm sure that if I want to test and demonstrate my absolute authority and complete control over a man, training him into a toilet slave and excrement slave is the most effective way.

"It seems my cousin said the same thing." “Yuan Chun said.

“However, toilet slaves are not easy to train. You must first deprive him of his sexual freedom and give him an insurmountable physical distance. I think that if my slave were to have any contact with my body, then what I should do is, under normal circumstances, resolutely prevent such a possibility. He is in the prime of his youth, and when his sex life is deprived and controlled for a long time, he will have an unstoppable and inexhaustible desire, willingly submitting to become a toilet slave. Because this is his only opportunity to have contact with my body and private parts. All the humiliation and pain he endures every day, all his desire to please me, whether he lives or dies, is entrusted to his tongue to be able to please the deepest part of my thighs, the gift from my rectum, for a moment each day. Therefore, he will definitely cherish this opportunity with gratitude. He will savor the “holy water” discharged from my urethra and taste the “gold” excreted from my anus, eating and dressing well because it is made in my body.” He willingly endured being beaten, scolded, humiliated, enslaved, and used without any restrictions; he relished smelling, kissing, licking, and eating my armpit hair, my socks, my underwear, my panties, my pubic hair, and my anus. To gain this opportunity, he would race against time, serve me meticulously, willingly accept even the most unspeakable shame and the cruelest torture, willingly eat my feces, and do everything in his power to please me. I most loved admiring the look of fear burning in his eyes under such intense desire. That deepest surrender gave me the most moving and rarest happiness in all my imagination. No lover, no boyfriend, no husband could be so intimately and deeply integrated with my body and mind as a toilet slave, could express his admiration and love for me by eating my feces. At the same time, once a slave is trained to be a toilet slave, he will be constantly aware of his most lowly slave status, and cannot be negligent or presumptuous for a moment. I only share my bathroom with my toilet slave, a private corner we share. It is here that my toilet slave gives me his deepest affection, his deepest submission, his deepest servility. No one else could think of or do this.

After I urinate, he begs me to clean my excretory organs with his tongue. After I have satisfied my sexual desire, before I go into the bathroom, I also enjoy his oral service. Although I don't particularly like the direct feeding of defecating into his mouth every day, I really enjoy the feeling of his tongue moving warmly and lubricatingly over the place where I "produce" holy water and gold. I want to feel this every day. For this reason, I often order Xiao Liangzi to fix his head between my legs, watch me urinate, then lean in and lick my genitals clean with his hungry tongue. Finally, I also want him to use toilet paper and chew and swallow the soft toilet paper.

Before I take a bath, I often have him lick my clitoris and anus. I do this to give him a little treat, to tease him, to arouse him; I really enjoy playing with him like this. My slave also has to express gratitude to anyone or anything that brings me pleasure. For example, I might order him to lick the dildo I've used clean and then thank it with constant kisses, or to perform oral sex on the dildo and kowtow to it in gratitude.

Lindan suddenly asked Yuanchun, "Did you let your slave eat?"

"Eat what?"

"Nonsense, of course he'll eat your shit!"

"No, not yet. I'm a little worried… I'm afraid it's not the right time yet, and I also think that… it's a bit disgusting."

"Idiot, if you don't let him eat it, you don't truly possess him. You know, this is common knowledge abroad. No matter how subservient he is, only when he eats your shit is he truly yours."

"I know. Only by turning Lu Kai into my toilet slave, a slave who can serve me in the toilet, can I truly control him, possess him." "

Not a toilet slave, but a shit slave. Not just a slave who can only serve you in the toilet, but a slave who can eat your shit, you idiot," Lindan said. "If he's willing to be your toilet slave, I guarantee he'll bow down at your feet for life. Only then will he belong to you from the bottom of his heart. Only then will you truly possess his soul, understand?" Toilet slaves are our private latrines, our living toilets. I can defecate and urinate in my toilet slave's mouth anytime, anywhere, and I don't need to clean or flush the "toilet" afterward. This is a privilege and monopoly I, as the master, enjoy, and he must regard every instance of my "favor" as an honor and a reward, and be grateful for it. I will order him to beg for my "reward" before I defecate or urinate.

"Have all your slaves eaten your excrement?"

"Of course! Every single one of them has."

"You're really ruthless," Yuan Chun said. "

So what?" Normally, the only places my toilet slave can touch are where he passionately smells and licks my buttocks, my toes, and my armpits—the only places I allow him to express his love and loyalty. I command him to lick the tips and heels of my shoes, my socks, and my underwear, especially when there's vaginal discharge on them. Now, I no longer give him any more "sweet treats." So, when I'm in the shower or bath, and I allow him to touch any part of my body, he's overjoyed and grateful. I like wearing garter stockings, thigh-high stockings, or simply a short leather outfit; I also like wearing a silk bra underneath a floor-length robe, making the whole room sexy and ethereal. Sometimes, I deliberately dress casually, exposing my breasts in just a pink bikini and black high-heeled boots, walking around the room, letting my figure... My body odor intoxicated his eyes and ears. Sometimes I was even completely naked. Whether I was dressed formally or casually, or naked at all, I could arbitrarily order my toilet slave to crawl over and lick my shoes, my feet, my armpits, my buttocks. Sometimes, my feet weren't washed and smelled. It didn't matter; that was what my toilet slave wanted to lick. The humiliation I inflicted on my slaves had no limits. Whatever I wanted my toilet slave to do, however I wanted him to do it, even the most unbearable, the most unimaginable things, he had no choice but to obey. After all, this was his only chance to touch my body, and I knew how much he craved it! Sometimes I asked myself: why could he so restrain his sexual hunger, willingly be deprived and controlled sexually, endure such endless humiliation and merciless torment without daring to speak out? Do you know? It was determined by his lowly position—he was just a slave! This was his unchanging position throughout his life, the position he chose himself, and the position he enjoyed.

"You're quite the theorist!" "Hey, I heard you've been hooking up with XX lately, is that true?" "Yuan Chun asked curiously.

"Yes,"

"XX is a hot commodity, I heard he's worth hundreds of millions."

"He's probably worth 400 million. So I'm the other woman,"

"You want him to divorce his wife for you?"

"I haven't thought about that, I just want to squeeze some money out of him, a few million shouldn't be a problem,"

"Have you slept with him?"

"I slept with him a few months ago,"

"You're really something," Yuan Chun said with a hint of envy. "A piece of cake," Lin Dan took a drag of her cigarette.

"Is his penis big?"

"Not big, just average," Lin Dan slowly exhaled a smoke ring, "I'm not interested in his dick."

"What about your overseas Chinese professor? Are you still in contact?"

"I dumped him a long time ago. " Yuan

Chun admired Lin Dan's decisive personality. Like herself, Lin Dan never hesitated to do things.

She felt that perhaps she should listen to Lin Dan and turn Lu Kai into her toilet slave as soon as possible. In fact, she had long wanted to turn Lu Kai into her toilet slave, but she still had some concerns. She had been secretly training him step by step in that direction. She just didn't know when to make her move.

In late November, Luo Yuanchun took Lu Kai to Sanya, Hainan for a few days. The second weekend after returning to Nanjing from Hainan, she ordered Lu Kai to find some SM materials, visit several SM websites, download some articles he considered good, and then report his observations to her, explaining why some submissives enjoy eating their master's excrement.

Lu Kai, of course, immediately complied, as diligently as if completing a professor's assignment.

Heaven knows what was going on; were men really so depraved as to be interested in women's excrement? Lu Kai couldn't really explain it, but he knew that he used to find it disgusting. Even after getting into SM, he had never considered worshipping female excrement, although he had seen similar scenes in Japanese and Western cartoons and pictures, and at the time, he had... His blood was pumping, but upon calming down, he still felt disgusted. It was not only unhygienic, but also no different from pigs and dogs—too much; he couldn't do it.

According to relevant foreign research, most men say they can accept everything about certain women, including their excrement. Lu Kai had already discovered this online. Today's China has indeed undergone tremendous changes, and the existence of a large number of SM enthusiasts in society is an undeniable fact. And the vast majority of these are from the elite class with high income and education levels. This phenomenon cannot be explained simply by the word "perverted."

He had visited various SM websites many times and asked men with this fetish online. These men called women's excrement and urine "sacred objects," one even calling it "for cheap men." The male masochist, who described himself as the "female protagonist's toilet slave," told him, "The female protagonist's excrement and urine go into the mouth of this lowly slave, and you can actually eat it," and even described some details of what he ate.

The fast-paced lifestyle, immense work pressure, and mental stress of modern society mean that people need special ways to release their true selves hidden deep within. Just look at the internet today; there are countless websites on this topic. Many of these websites attract like-minded people with high levels of education, and their novels and theoretical discussions sometimes resemble exquisite and philosophical prose poems. Since China tacitly accepts the existence of homosexuality, why can't it allow the existence of sadomasochism? China already has novels and films depicting homosexuality, but it hasn't truly... A novel depicting the living conditions and inner world of BDSM enthusiasts in a meaningful sense is abnormal.

This gave him a sudden inspiration: he longed to write a full-length documentary novel about his true experience, titled "A New Version of Jinling Spring Dreams: My BDSM Paradise," or "The Avant-garde Life of Jinling Women," with his mistress, Luo Yuanchun, as the female protagonist. However, he worried about his lack of literary skills and feared

he wouldn't be able to write it well. Just thinking of his mistress sent a strange warmth through his body. Luo Yuanchun was nearing middle age, yet she remained so sexy and beautiful, possessing the charm of a noblewoman. Lu Kai now truly understood that maturity is indeed a kind of beauty, and a more captivating one at that. He now understood why people said only beautiful, voluptuous, and wild women could be sexy.

Having lived with Luo Yuanchun for over a year, he gradually came to a conclusion: the most captivating sexiness transcends the visual; it originates from within and manifests outwardly. Beyond innate qualities, it requires gradual cultivation. A woman's sex appeal can be measured by several aspects, including appearance, inner qualities, body language, speech, and confidence. Mastering even one of these aspects makes her, in a man's eyes, a sexy goddess, even if not a stunning beauty. His master, however, possessed several. Living by her side, serving her, even drinking her urine—for a man with masochistic tendencies, this was true bliss.

Two weeks later, Lu Kai wrote his online observations to his master: "Master: I think SM is a very avant-garde and modern experience. Its purpose is to constantly challenge limits, break norms, and use things that ordinary people strive to maintain and respect for for play, such as dignity games—playing humiliation; or bondage games—playing freedom. It also uses things that ordinary people discard for play, such as drinking the master's urine and eating the master's feces." Deeply SM practitioners experience unusual spiritual expression within it, even a sense of religion: 1) The experience of worship. Humans have a deep-seated worship complex, hoping to express worship in various ways, such as kneeling, kowtowing, and other classical rituals, or crawling and licking, and other animalistic physical actions, with the aim of degrading themselves and worshipping or deifying the object. But where is the limit of worship? How to express the limit of worship? After experiencing holy water, there is only gold. Gold worship is an extreme expression of humiliating humanity and deifying the other party. Slaves who enjoy the feeling of spiritual humiliation in SM will therefore regard gold as the final "holy land," experiencing the peak of the limit of worship. 2) Using one's own dignity to approach the genitals of the worshipped (the enslaved person's deified sexual object). Swallowing the excrement of the deified object with one's clean lips, using one's own body to absorb and filter the master's waste and use it to nourish one's own life, this experience is an unparalleled free experience of the limit of worship. This is the ultimate realm that only the spiritually rich can experience. This pursuit is spiritual, not physical or sensory (although the stimulation is unavoidable). 3) The experience of life and death. Life is accidental and short. The experience of life and death fascinates the spiritual, who always hope to gain unique insights from it. Unfortunately, ordinary people rarely experience that critical point between life and death. Therefore, the spiritual approach to that critical point in various ways leads to various extreme sports. SM practitioners are no exception. Golden discipline provides a special path for these spiritual seekers. The excrement of the object of worship also contains toxins and bacteria. The excrement is ruthlessly poured onto the slave's face, burying the slave's entire face. The mouth and nose are buried, enduring suffocation while resisting in a sacred way. The slave keeps their lips tightly closed, either refusing to accept or truly accepting… experiencing the limits of true acceptance. This is a choice and experience of life and death, filled with suffocation, a challenge to physical health, a yearning for life, a yearning for breath, and a spirit of sacrifice for the worship of a goddess. Only by opening one's mouth and letting the gold enter can one wait for survival or spiritual rebirth in humiliating swallowing.

That breath nourishes life. That choice is an epiphany of life, those tears are the ultimate experience of humiliation, and that joy is the greatest joy after great sorrow.

Gradually, I truly began to understand why M would regard the master's urine as "holy water." The reason urine becomes "holy water" is not because it is non-toxic, beautifying, aphrodisiac, or tastes better than beverages (let's not discuss whether these are true or not, let's just say they are), or because it comes from a certain woman or prostitute. The truth is, everyone's urine is similar in color, taste, and "nutritional" content. The queen's urine and the non-queen's urine are indistinguishable in both form and content; there is no inherent distinction between sacred and vulgar.

However, because you worship your queen, you love your mistress, you submit to her (you need sufficient reasons to acknowledge her as your mistress), and you are willing to do anything to please her. At this moment, everything about her becomes sacred and desirable, including everything inside and outside her body. In your heart and mind, because you have poured your intense emotions and precious servility into your queen, the remnants in her mouth, the discarded items on her hands, the mud under her feet, and especially her excrement, become invaluable sacred objects to you. Her urine becomes holy water, and you find it particularly delicious, even if it chokes you, drowns you, makes you bitter, or makes you salty. In this process, you don't feel the taste, nor do you gain any nutrition; instead, you are worshipping your queen with your servility, and you are using your heart to feel and enjoy the pleasure that your servility brings you. In this way, it's not difficult for you to find the answer to how your mistress's urine tastes and feels. [Yuan Chun thought Lu Kai's writing was good after reading it.] When asked if his desire to eat her feces stemmed from the aforementioned reasons, Lu Kai replied yes.

To be honest, while Lu Kai harbored fantasies about his master's feces, his psychological tolerance at the time was limited to her urine and a small amount of feces around her anus. He remained concerned about his health. He consulted some medical books and discovered that while human urine was harmless, human feces were extremely harmful and potentially life-threatening. This created a significant internal conflict; on one hand, he wanted to push his limits, while on the other hand, he worried about his personal safety.

Recently, however, he resolved to test his limits. To this end, he continuously prepared himself mentally and spiritually, and finally, one day, he expressed his complete subservience and loyalty to his master, requesting that she allow him to eat her feces. Lu Kai told Luo Yuanchun that an SM article stated that if a female master doesn't allow her male slave to eat her feces, she has never truly possessed him. Yuanchun found this somewhat familiar; she recalled Lindan's words. However, she still pretended to refuse, saying she only wanted to defecate in her sister's slave's mouth.

Lu Kai had no choice but to give up. He wasn't even sure if he was truly psychologically prepared to eat her feces. It was too dangerous and too perverse; he was afraid. Although he deeply worshipped his master, and the thought of eating her feces excited him,

he started adding a banana to her breakfast every day, because he'd heard bananas could relieve constipation.

After a while, he pleaded again, but she still pretended to refuse. In truth, Yuan Chun was simply waiting for the right moment. She was a shrewd and skilled woman of disguise; she wanted to lure him into submission step by step.

Lu Kai begged his master, "Truly possess me in this way, let me forever be your slave, a part of your life. Let our two bodies and souls be united forever in that absurd and extreme way. Let us break through the old norms, establish a new relationship, and let the new relationship create new norms. Let us understand the maxim that violation creates passion from a new height."

But Yuan Chun agreed, saying she would only let him taste a little more of her feces. She began frequently licking her anus clean, even after he'd finished wiping her feces, directly with his tongue.

Actually, Lu Kai's use of his tongue to clean her after defecating had started several months ago. He remembered it was shortly after Yuan Chun moved into the villa. One day, she made Lu Kai kneel before her toilet to serve her.

She lifted her skirt, pulled down her underwear, and sat on the toilet. He knelt at her feet, a huge sense of shame and strange excitement enveloping him. As the sound of his mistress's feces falling onto a jade plate echoed through the sky, a strong desire arose deep within him—how wonderful it would be if he were that toilet!

When she felt she was clean, she turned her dirty buttocks up to him, letting him lick her still feces-covered anus clean with his tongue. Lu Kai was extremely excited; this was more stimulating than any other time he had served his mistress. Because in his fantasies, he had already cleaned her anus countless times. He pounced forward, licking her dirtiest excretory opening with his tongue. He recalled his teenage sexual fantasies, his alluring stepmother, and his adoration for Luo Yuan Chun—an indescribable psychological satisfaction. He felt truly useful, able to provide his mistress with services that no one else in the world could replace. He had truly become the chairman's life slave, because this was the ultimate role of a sex slave serving their master in the SM world. He suddenly felt as if he possessed a certain privilege, the privilege of serving Luo Yuanchun, a privilege that no one else could obtain, a unique, lowly, irreplaceable function. The distance between him and her suddenly shortened considerably.

In the days that followed, he was often forced to kneel before his mistress's legs while she defecated. Sometimes, after she finished, she would wipe herself with toilet paper first, and then he would lick it. Later, he simply licked it directly. Licking her dirty buttocks before she wiped herself with toilet paper was an unbelievable thing, and he felt immense satisfaction both psychologically and physiologically, feeling so close to his mistress. He seemed to have become a part of her life, even if he was just her toilet paper.

But the desire to eat her feces remained deep in his heart, lingering and impossible to shake off. And humans are truly strange creatures; the more she refused him, the more he wanted to do it. After about a few more months, he again asked to eat her feces, and after his repeated pleas, Luo Yuanchun finally agreed.

Luo Yuanchun knew that Lu Kai was completely under her control and could be abused at her whim. She was his true mistress, and he was her actual slave. This was very clear in their relationship. Yuanchun wanted him to be absolutely subservient. Her body was a sacred object to him, "unattainable," revered like a goddess, cherished like jade, worthy of his utmost admiration and sincere adoration, and requiring his deepest care and most thorough service to please her. He had to strictly execute every command from Yuan Chun, whether verbal or implied, without the slightest negligence or questioning. She had consistently instilled in him that providing her with various conveniences and sexual services, bringing her physical comfort and mental pleasure, was the sole value of his existence as a lowly slave.

Yuan Chun felt the time was ripe, because Lu Kai had developed a psychological craving and attachment to her feces. For the past few months, he had been serving her during her bowel movements in the bathroom. Each time she finished, he would lick her anus clean. She enjoyed being licked, not only for the sensation of his warm tongue moving over her dirty anus, but also for the psychological pleasure it brought her. He had been secretly preparing bananas for her, and constantly begged her to defecate so he could eat them. He also insisted on licking her clean with his tongue after each bowel movement. She could sense his extreme adoration and desire for her feces from the passionate way he licked her dirty bottom.

Sometimes, Yuan Chun couldn't believe she could control such a young man to this extent. It hadn't even been two years since she met him.

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