Training the Spring Slave (Part 1)

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Before stepping onto the hotel steps, Quan Nu cautiously glanced left and right. Although this wariness was somewhat of a self-comforting gesture, Quan Nu still hoped to calm his excited heart.

Entering the hotel lobby, Quan Nu's heart was anything but calm. Despite frequently traveling for business and staying in hotels, the tranquility he felt then was completely different from now. His master was waiting for him in a room somewhere in this hotel.

Although they had known each other for some time, this was their first time meeting in person. The online and telephone training they had previously engaged in had filled Quan Nu with excitement and longing; he had fantasized countless times about his master appearing before him. But now that it was all happening right before him, Quan Nu suddenly felt uneasy, and he didn't even know why this unease arose.
The acquaintance between Quannu and her master was both accidental and inevitable. It was accidental because Quannu accidentally saw her master's training manual and developed a longing for his methods. It was inevitable because the moment Quannu saw her master's writings, her fate as his slave was sealed.

Perhaps it was all preordained, as if she were born to be a slave. Quannu yearned for that, yearned to surrender herself to her master, to have her dignity trampled upon, to abandon everything human before her master, and to willingly become a lowly bitch at her master's mercy. All of this happened without any reason; the human psyche is truly complex.
In fact, although Quan Nu and his master had both fantasized about being together, both of them knew that being separated by thousands of miles, meeting was not easy. Even Quan Nu himself dared not hope that one day his master would actually stand in front of him, let alone truly accept his master's real training, and... his favor.

Despite the countless times her master had disciplined her, Quan Nu still couldn't help but feel a throbbing in her lower body whenever her master typed the word "bitch" on the screen to call her name. That throbbing came from the emptiness of desire; how she longed to have it filled by her master. Although Quan Nu knew that her noble master's reward required her to work twice as hard, she still couldn't control herself from fantasizing about being pampered by her master and being held in his arms. At these times, Quan Nu would even feel a sweet tenderness, but she would quickly remind herself that she was her master's slave, her master's bitch, unworthy to be her noble master's lover. She was so lowly; how could she be worthy of her noble master? Being able to lick her master's feet and have him release his desires when he was happy was her greatest honor.
The lobby was quiet and peaceful. Quan Nu had finished get off work late, and it was almost 7 o'clock when she left home. When Quan Nu anxiously arrived here, the timetable for different parts of the world in the hotel lobby showed 7:00 PM in Beijing. Quan Nu was a little anxious because her master had told her to be at the hotel at 7:00 PM. It seemed she would be a few minutes late. Thinking of her master's punishment, Quan Nu was both afraid and expectant. Thinking of this, her lower body began to throb involuntarily.

Fortunately, the elevator was on the first floor. Inside, Quan Nu opened her bag again to check the tools her master had asked her to prepare: a gag, anal plug, chastity belt, penetrator, condom, rope, nipple clamp, and collar. She had basically brought everything. Since meeting her master, Quan Nu had been buying these things according to her master's requirements. Because it was inconvenient at home, Quan Nu bought them online and locked them in her office drawer. She only used them occasionally when receiving her master's training in the office at night. She never expected that her master would use them on her today. For this reason, Quan Nu specially changed to a large shoulder bag, making it bulge. Before leaving, her subordinates joked about her bag, which made Quan Nu feel a little embarrassed.
While Quan Nu was rummaging through her things, the elevator stopped on the 11th floor. Quan Nu stepped out of the elevator, quietly walked down the corridor to the restroom, locked the door, and gently took off her underwear. Because she was wearing stockings, it wasn't difficult. Originally, her master had asked her to take them off in the office, but she was in too much of a rush after work and didn't have time. Afraid that her master would be angry if he saw her wearing underwear, she had to take them off in the hotel restroom.

The marble floor of the corridor was struck by the sound of Quan Nu's high heels, each sound seeming to pound on her heart. Quan Nu couldn't describe her feelings at that moment. When the door number she had silently recited a thousand times appeared before her eyes, Quan Nu's tension reached its peak.
At this moment, the master already knew that Quan Nu was standing outside the door. High heels approached from afar in the corridor, stopping at the door, but there was no immediate knocking. In fact, the master had already opened the door, hoping to avoid the awkwardness of their eyes meeting upon opening it, giving Quan Nu some breathing room.

After a while, Quan Nu finally mustered the courage to knock. Strangely, the master wasn't in a hurry to let Quan Nu in. Quan Nu waited anxiously, but her guilty conscience prevented her from knocking louder. After a while, Quan Nu mustered her courage and knocked again, only to hear the master's familiar voice from inside say, "Come in!"

The familiar commanding tone made Quan Nu take a deep breath and gently push open the slightly ajar door. Before she could even step inside, she heard the master say, "Lock the door." "Yes," Quan Nu replied softly.
After passing through the bathroom corridor, Quan Nu arrived at the room. The room was dimly lit, which made it difficult for Quan Nu, who was used to the bright lights in the corridor, to see her master's face clearly. She could only see a burly man lying on the large bed.
"This is my master," Quan Nu thought.

"Sit down." The master's voice was gentle yet authoritative, causing Quan Nu to slowly relax, but she dared not be careless in the slightest.

The master turned over and sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the sofa where Quan Nu was sitting. Seeing the master get up, Quan Nu was somewhat afraid to look him in the eye. Although she was usually very casual with her master, she dared not offend his authority and was subject to his discipline. At this moment, Quan Nu had no idea what to do. She had thought that the master would immediately ask her to kneel down after they met. If that were the case, she might feel much more relieved. She was really used to kneeling and speaking to her master, and now that he was asking her to sit down, she felt very uncomfortable.
The master stood up and sat down next to Quan Nu. Quan Nu's relaxed mood tensed up again. Just as Quan Nu was at a loss, the master's hand suddenly reached under Quan Nu's skirt. When the master's fingers touched the sensitive area on the inside of her thigh, Quan Nu couldn't help but let out a soft "Ah..." The master whispered in Quan Nu's ear, "What a slutty bitch."

Hearing this, Quan Nu could no longer calm down. Her heart was pounding so hard that her voice trembled slightly. "Yes, master," Quan Nu replied nervously. "Why are you late?" the master asked as he stood up.

"Quan Nu had a lot of things to do today, so I got off work late. Please forgive me, master." The master turned around and grabbed Quan Nu's short hair. "Are you a mosquito or a bitch? Do you think you can talk to yourself? Speak louder!" Quan Nu was involuntarily pulled down to her knees on the carpet by the master, loudly begging for the master's forgiveness. With just this simple action, Quan Nu felt that her genitals were already soaking wet.
The master forcefully pressed Quan Nu's head down until her right cheek was pressed against the carpet, her body completely curled up. The master gently patted Quan Nu's cheek, asking, "You think you're done now that I told you to sit down? Do you even know who you are? Don't you know where a female dog should sit? I told you to sit, but did I tell you to sit on the sofa? Do you know where a female dog should sit?"

The master was completely different from before. Quan Nu had never been so humiliated since birth. Although her desire to be a slave had made her fantasize countless times, when all of this suddenly happened, Quan Nu still felt extremely wronged, and she had no way to escape. Just as the master was patting her face, Quan Nu had an urge to cry, but she tried hard to widen her eyes and control herself, not letting the tears fall. She knew that doing so might make the master even angrier. Although it was difficult to speak while lying on the ground, Quan Nu still tried to control her emotions and apologize to the master.

The master stood up and stepped on Quan Nu's face. Although Quan Nu could feel that the master was not using force, the humiliation of being stepped on still made her feel ashamed, and tears finally flowed down her cheeks.
"Where are the things you brought?"

"Yes, Master, they're in my bag."

"May I open your bag, Master?"

"Yes, Master." Quan Nu fantasized about what her master would take out. Would it be a gag, an anal plug, a chastity belt, nipple clamps, or a collar?

While Quan Nu was lost in thought, her master's hand was already caressing her private parts. The fluid there was even flowing down her thighs, so her master easily slid his fingers into her vagina. The moment his fingers entered, Quan Nu trembled all over, involuntarily moaning, her breathing becoming heavy.

Unexpectedly, along with her master's fingers went in, there was also a small vibrating device. At the same time, her master turned it on. The intense vibration was something Quan Nu hadn't expected. She felt as if her whole body was being shaken. She involuntarily crawled forward, trying to get more, but this only drew another lash from her master. She could only try to relieve the intense pleasure brought by the vibration by twisting her body. The pleasure was so intense that it was unbearable.

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