A Servant's Visit to His Master (Part Two)

At this moment, this 47-year-old bitch, sex slave, is obediently kneeling in front of me. I don't need to say anything; everyone knows what's going to happen next. But saying nothing is not my style. I want to speak, and I want her to speak. I firmly believe that language is an effective way to humiliate.
What are you doing here?
"I've come to see you." Her voice was soft and indistinct.
Speak louder, I can't hear you.
"I've come to see you!" she raised her voice.
Hmm, who am I?
Owner!
Then why not call it?
Owner!
What do you want to see me for?
Come on, let your master bully me!
Bullying you? You're not happy about that?
No, Master
So what exactly are we doing?
Come, Master, please fuck me!
What are you going to do to me?
Master, that's not how it is!
What does it look like? Tell me.
Master, I don't know
If you don't know, answer my question.
Owner!
explain!
Come, please let the master do me!
Where is that?
Master, I'm so shy.
"Just be shy, that's right, say it."
Do it to my genitals.
What's next?
Owner……
She kept her head down and knelt before me as she spoke these words. Seeing that she couldn't utter those two words, I prepared to take further action. I reached out and lifted her chin. She was clearly unprepared for this move. Her breathing became rapid, and she reached out to push me away but dared not touch me. She just swayed erratically in front of her chest and called out softly and tremblingly, "Master."
I held her chin, leaning down to stare at her closely. This close-up gaze at her face exerted a powerful sense of pressure on her. I had never seen her so bewildered, so panicked. Afterwards, I think it was perhaps at that moment that I completely conquered her.

Her body trembled, her voice trembled, the fear of her master combined with physical excitement arousing her submissive nature, driving her to utter ecstasy. Suddenly, she gripped my arm tightly, moaning as if crying, her body trembling uncontrollably. I knew she must have climaxed.

I looked down at her and asked, "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes." "You climaxed?" "Yes." "Looks like you're a born slut, aren't you?" "Master."
Seeing that things are actually ready, I'm ready to start the formal training.
I got up from the two-seater sofa because it was inconvenient with a coffee table in front of it, so I walked to a single sofa and ordered her: "Bring a cushion and come over here."

She obediently crawled over, and I sat down and took off my shoes. She knelt obediently between my legs, not daring to look up. I leaned down and lifted her face again, examining it closely. It was a face that still retained its charm. Although she said she never wore makeup, I could still find traces of it. Perhaps she did it deliberately to leave a good impression on me. Her eyebrows seemed to have been groomed, and she wore light eyeliner. Her skin was fair and smooth. Only then did I realize that she was much prettier than I had imagined.

I couldn't help but stroke her face, but she still didn't dare to open her eyes to look at me.
Bitch, how shameless!
cheap.
Is it sexy or not?
Slut.
Tell me what you want to do.
Master, I've thought about it.
What are you thinking?
Missing its master.
Really? What were you thinking?
Master, please don't bully me.
Really? Then I won't bully you anymore. You can just kneel there and stay put. I deliberately lay back on the sofa, closed my eyes, and ignored her.
She gently wriggled her body, rubbing her face against my legs, occasionally sticking out her tongue to lick my calves and thighs. The feeling of her long hair rubbing between my legs gave me the illusion of having a pet beside me.

I reached out and stroked her hair, and she was clearly encouraged by this gesture, beginning to crawl forward, rubbing against my legs, occasionally biting my shorts with her teeth. Seeing that she was gradually getting into the mood, I decided to give her more freedom and see how submissive and proactive she was.
Come and serve your master!
Hmm. She clearly understood what that meant, and began to rub my thighs more vigorously and tease the area between my legs more obviously. She used her teeth to bite my shirt and lift it up, exposing my belly, and licked it gently with her tongue. She also used her teeth to hold the straps of my shorts and unbutton them. I saw that she was having some trouble taking off my shorts with her teeth, so I decided to make it easier for her and also took the camera.
I ordered her to kneel back on the mat, then got up to get the camera. When I returned, I stood in front of her without sitting down. She understood and continued to use her mouth to pull down the edge of my shorts. When she couldn't pull them down, she used both hands. I didn't demand too much of her behavior; I didn't want to disrupt the training. Soon, she used both her hands and mouth to pull my shorts and underwear down to my knees. When my lower body was exposed in front of her, I could clearly feel her make an "ah" sound deep in her throat. I knew she must have really wanted it.
I sat back down on the sofa, and she helped me take off my shorts and underwear so I could spread my legs. She climbed on top of me, hungrily, and began sucking on my legs. I thoroughly enjoyed being kissed, especially by a woman, my sex slave, my bitch. This feeling was different from that of a lover or sexual partner; besides the physical pleasure, the immense spiritual satisfaction was incomparable. While she was diligently licking me, I took a few photos.
After licking for a while, I decided to delve deeper into the humiliation training, further stimulating her sense of shame. I told her to stop and take off her panties. She probably didn't understand what I was going to do next; perhaps she thought her master wanted to enter her body. She obediently took off her panties, but I didn't do that. Instead, I slowly pulled up the hem of her bra, completely exposing her buttocks. This was the first time she had exposed her private parts since entering the room. She tried her best to twist her buttocks and whispered for her master not to. But I ignored her and eventually lifted the hem of her bra completely.
After a while, seeing that she had adjusted, I ordered her to turn around. She felt immense shame again and resisted somewhat. I reached out and slapped her buttocks. She was clearly unprepared for this sudden action; her body trembled slightly, and then she obediently turned around, but still kept her hem tucked under her buttocks.

This time, I didn't use my hand but ordered her to lift it up herself. Sometimes, letting the submissive do what they want actually intensifies the sense of shame. She slowly lifted it up. Seeing that she was slow, I slapped her buttocks again. She cried out and quickly lifted it up. I took out my camera and took pictures of her buttocks. She twisted her buttocks and said no, that she was so ashamed. I reached out and slapped her again. This time she stopped twisting and obediently waited for me to take pictures. She didn't have much pubic hair, perhaps because it had been trimmed. The slit was slightly open because of the excitement, like a mouth that seemed to want to tell something. I knew that its message must be desire.

I told her to turn her buttocks towards me, put down the camera, and reached out to spread her labia. This action made her feel both ashamed and excited. She twisted her buttocks again and cried out, "No!" But a master knows when a slave wants something and when she doesn't. Perhaps she just wanted to be punished, so I rewarded her with a slap.

She waited obediently there for me to see. I gently stroked her with my hand and touched a wet spot. I gently probed inside with my middle finger, but not deeply. Just a few light teasing touches were enough to elicit "Ah... Ah..." sounds and trembling from her body. I saw that she had secreted a white, viscous fluid. Perhaps she had experienced another orgasm.

I told her to turn around and lick my finger clean. I asked her what it tasted like, and she replied that it was pungent. I asked her if she liked it, and she said she did.

I enjoyed the feeling of her opening her mouth like a puppy and sticking out her tongue to swallow my finger. She would occasionally bite my finger with her teeth, but she would never hurt me. She would suck my finger in and then spit it out and lick it with her tongue. I think at this moment she must have completely entered the mindset and mental state of a female dog.
To further test her submissiveness, I deliberately lifted her chin with my foot. She didn't resist at all, but continued to moan and bite my socks with rapt attention. I deliberately rubbed my foot against her face and mouth, and she understood, opening her mouth to lick my foot and even using her mouth to take off my socks, licking my foot like she was sucking her fingers.

Seeing that she was still so engrossed, I was certain that her submissiveness was enough for her to endure any form of discipline, so I lowered my foot and made her continue to kneel before me like a female dog.
In her dog-like state, she was very obedient, quietly rubbing against my legs and repeatedly stimulating my genitals with her mouth. I would occasionally cup her face in my hands, staring intently and forcing her to open her eyes and look at me, then ask her questions, making her answer with words that would shame her. I removed the two straps of her bra, completely exposing her breasts to me. She lowered her head, unable to look directly at my face. I told her to look up, and seeing her slow movement, I reached out and pinched her left nipple with my right hand—her most sensitive spot. She screamed, her body involuntarily stiffening.

I repeatedly kneaded and tried to increase the pressure, and she reached another orgasm amidst screams and trembling. Seeing that she was basically in the mood, I adjusted my position and ordered her to sit on top of me. Perhaps she had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, as she obediently climbed onto my body. I guided her in with my hands. Her vagina was very tight, unlike what one would expect from a woman her age. Because of the foreplay earlier, she was already very aroused, so entry was relatively smooth. The narrow, lubricated space tightly enveloped our lower bodies, rubbing against each other, creating a very unique sensation. Once inside, she couldn't wait to start moving. I occasionally rubbed her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her moan loudly involuntarily.

I asked her if she wanted it, and she said yes. I pressed her for what she wanted, what she wanted from her master, what did she want from her master? Down there, what was down there? She hesitated, too embarrassed to speak, so I pulled out abruptly, leaving her unable to move. She was clearly tormented by the sudden emptiness and insatiable desire, so she hurriedly leaned down to kiss my body, hoping I would enter her as soon as possible. But I wasn't in a hurry, forcing her to say those two words, and occasionally pinching her nipples suddenly. Her nipples were very sensitive, and just a pinch would make her excited beyond control, her whole body trembling. Finally, she had to say it, and only then did she finally feel full again. This time, I also sat up straight and actively thrust into her, occasionally making my lower body swell. The swelling of my lower body excited her more than the thrusting. Every time I thrust, she would involuntarily scream. Seeing her mouth open, I picked up one of my socks and suddenly stuffed it into her mouth. She didn't resist, but just bit the sock and continued to moan loudly.

I found that if I took the initiative, it would only make her more aroused and more frenzied. However, her vagina was indeed very tight, and with the prolonged stimulation earlier, my own vagina was also very sensitive. After a while, when the sensation became more pronounced, I had to slow down the pace and pull out again. This time, she couldn't help but hug me, and I took the opportunity to hug her and rub her breasts a few times. Then, I reached down and touched her vagina. She became even more tense and excited. I slipped my hand into her wet vagina and gently stroked it. Although the force was not strong, the speed was very fast. Her body twisted and trembled, almost unable to control herself. Her hands groped wildly in the air over my body. In order to fully release her pent-up emotions, she took out the sock that was stuffed in her mouth and screamed loudly. Finally, she collapsed onto my legs. As for how many orgasms she reached, she couldn't remember when I asked her afterwards.

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