Training beautiful women

She hurried along the road, her hands constantly rubbing the hem of her clothes, trying to wipe away the sweat that kept seeping through. Just then, her phone rang. She answered. A teasing voice immediately filled her ears: "Little girl, why aren't you here yet? Be careful your best friend doesn't just vanish into thin air!" Her anger finally erupted, and she yelled into the phone, "Dongye! Just tell me what you want to do, don't hurt Liushan! Otherwise, I'll never let you off!" "Hahaha..." came a cold laugh from the other end of the line, "Jiang Qian. Do you think you still have the power to make demands?! Beg me right now, or I can't guarantee that your so-called Liushan won't have a few more scars." She tried to control her emotions, gritting her teeth, and squeezed out a few words: "Okay, Dongye, I beg you, let Liushan go." "That's not so easy!" Dongye sneered, "Everything depends on your performance. I'm waiting for you here! Hahaha."
She couldn't help but clutch her clothes tighter. Three years had passed, hadn't he forgotten? Three years ago, she did indeed abandon him, but that was because... because... sigh...
Three years ago, Dongye and Jiang Qian were an enviable couple. But because of a single sentence from Dongye's mother, Jiang Qian cruelly broke up with him. Her mother, with a haughty glint in her eye, told her that Dongye's father had issued an ultimatum: if Dongye wanted Jiang Qian, he had to give up his vast fortune. "Dongye has been used to a life of luxury since childhood. You're so selfish! Are you really going to drag him from heaven to hell?!" Yes. Dongye wasn't suited to a life of constantly finding odd jobs. He had his career; his noble character shouldn't be buried in the mundane. He wouldn't adapt to simple meals; he should live in a magnificent villa, not a dark little house... He didn't belong here.
So, Jiang Qian hardened her heart and broke up with him. The reason was the most clichéd one: "I'm sorry, I've fallen in love with someone else
." Three years passed peacefully like this. As long as the wound wasn't reopened, the pain gradually subsided. But did he still hate her? Hate her heartlessness? Jiang Qian quickened her pace, heading
towards Dongye's villa . She stood at his door. Taking a deep breath, she was about to open the door when it opened automatically. "Come in," Dongye's voice came from inside. She straightened her back and strode in haughtily. The ceiling was high. The interior was extremely luxurious and elegant. She couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness: it seemed letting go was the right thing to do. However, this bitterness was fleeting; she had to deal with the situation before her. "Bang." The door closed automatically. The sound sent a chill down her spine. "Scared?" His voice came again, seemingly from nowhere. "I love seeing you scared. Hahaha." "Who's scared!" She raised her head, looking around. Damn it. He could see everything. "Change into the clothes on the sofa," his instruction came again. "I don't want to see you wearing such an old-fashioned outfit. Your taste is really low!" She tried to calm herself down. She said bitterly, "Don't dream about it, I won't change." "You should know," Dongye's voice turned cold, sounding frightening, "what did you come here for today? I don't ask for much, just to be my slave for three days. If you make me happy as a slave, I'll be happy to release Liushan. Otherwise... hmph." She bit her lip and nodded. It was an agreement. "What do you want me to do?" she asked. " Don't you know how to be a slave?" the voice came again. "Call me 'Master.' Call yourself 'Slave.'" She clenched her fists, but still managed to ask again, "Alright. Master, what do you want me to do?" "Not bad this time." His praise made her even more ashamed. "Now, put on the clothes on the sofa." "Yes, Master." Her friend's safety forced her to submit. She walked to the sofa and saw his so-called clothes. A sheer black short-sleeved shirt, a red miniskirt only a few centimeters high, a red bra, and even a black thong! She stood in front of the clothes, motionless. "Little slave, why haven't you changed yet?" A lazy male voice sounded again. "You can go to the small room on the right to change. I haven't installed any surveillance cameras there. Don't worry, I won't peek. Anyway, it'll be a while... haha. Little slave, come find me on the second floor after you're done changing." Jiang Qian had no choice but to pick up the clothes and go into the room. "Knock knock..." A knock sounded at the door . Dongye's lips curled into a smile; he knew it was Jiang Qian. "Come in, little slave." Three years ago, it was her, it was her who abandoned him. Now, he wanted revenge. Revenge on her pride, revenge on her neglect. "Master," her timid voice interrupted his thoughts. His eyes lit up immediately; this outfit was the one he had found to humiliate her. He hadn't expected that she, usually so conservative, would look so... alluring in this outfit! “Come here,” he said, leaning against the bed. Jiang Qian slowly walked over, pulling down her skirt as she went. The skirt was too small, just covering her buttocks, but underneath she was wearing only a simple thong! Her face was already flushed red. Dongye’s undisguised smile made her lower her head even further, not daring to look at him. But he didn’t give her a chance to calm down, one hand around her slender waist, the other reaching behind her skirt towards her snowy buttocks. The advantages of the thong were fully displayed in his hands. Without the obstruction of fabric, her delicate and soft skin drove him crazy. Her small hands struggled to push him away. “No… don’t do this…” His strength was enough for him to ignore her protests, his large hand kneading her snowy white skin, enjoying her plump buttocks. The slippery sensation between his fingers made his penis involuntarily erect. “No… no…” Jiang Qian’s breathing became rapid. Suddenly, he released her hands. She immediately took a few steps back, hiding where he couldn't reach her. He chuckled teasingly, reaching out to beckon her, "Come here, little slave." She retreated again, and he had to remind her, "Have you forgotten why you came here?" She suddenly came to her senses. Yes, for her friend, she had to... "Come here!" Seeing that she understood, he summoned her again. "Yes, Master." How awful, calling him Master made her feel so embarrassed. She slowly moved forward, wary of his sudden attack. "You make a choice," Dongye smiled mischievously, suddenly filling her with an unknown fear, "whether you take off one piece of clothing, or sit on my lap." What a difficult choice! She only had four pieces of clothing on her. If she took off one, wouldn't she... She shook her head fiercely, deciding to sit on his lap, but... He still smiled mischievously, watching her struggle with her conflict. Not bad, her previous arrogance had faded considerably; she was much cuter now. “M-Master,” she said, head bowed, “I choose the one behind.” “Hehe. Good!” Dongye said with a smile. He found a comfortable position to lean back. “Ah!” Jiang Qian cried out. “What’s wrong? Little slave?” Dongye was surprised that he was so anxious. “M-Master,” she stammered, “I, I can’t, can I not, not sit?” “Why?” Dongye asked, his eyes gleaming with a wicked smile. “Because…because…this servant…this servant’s…down there…um…um…is wet, don’t get Master’s pants wet.” Jiang Qian managed to say this with great difficulty, her head bowed even lower. What a joke! Would he let her go?!

Dongye showed no sign of relaxing; instead, his face hardened, and he said coldly, "That won't do. You know the consequences." "However," Dongye smiled mischievously, "if you're worried about getting my pants wet, you can just take them off!" "Take...take them off?!" Her eyes widened.
"What's wrong? Or can't you do it?" Dongye made a gesture as if to leave. "Then you can leave here, but I can't guarantee anything about your friend." "I...I...can do it!" Jiang Qian blurted out.
She placed her small hand on his belt, trembling as she untied it, slowly pulling his pants down. Dongye cooperated, using his hands to prop himself up, making it easier for her to remove his pants. She then slowly pulled the pants away. As soon as
the pants were off, his erection seemed to be freed from its restraints, becoming even more prominent, as if it wanted to burst out of his underwear.
Amused by her covering her mouth, Dongye abruptly pulled her hand to his erect penis, eliciting a gasp from her. Even through her clothes, she could feel its size and hardness. A blush crept onto her cheeks.
"Now, sit on me," Dongye commanded.
She obediently sat on his lap with her legs together.
"Spread your legs," he ordered impatiently.
"Huh?" She was startled again. That wasn't... She was about to speak when she saw his slightly angry gaze. She lowered her head, spread her legs, and sat on his lap.
His thighs brushed against her private parts, and he felt her wetness. "Little slave, you're really shameless, already this wet before you've even done anything." His words made her uncomfortable. She could only lower her head further, because she couldn't argue. Otherwise, who knew what even more outrageous things might happen!
Dongye smiled with satisfaction. This slave seemed to be getting more and more docile!
He pulled her into his arms, his hand reaching behind her to easily unhook the straps of her bra. She gasped softly. He pulled the bra out of her blouse. Through the sheer fabric, he saw her two white breasts, and his hand reached for one, kneading it through the fabric. The game was getting exciting!
He slowly circled her rounded base, gradually climbing to the peak, pressing hard on the tip, finally bringing his mouth to her nipples, biting and licking them through the fabric.
Her nipples grew larger and harder under his continued kneading. Soft moans escaped her lips.
Satisfied with her reaction, he twitched his leg beneath her, rubbing against her genitals, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
“Now, little slave,” he commanded her with a fondness for ordering, “put my other hand under your skirt and say: Please, Master, play with this slave as you please.” She blushed at his words, quickly shaking her head and whispering,
“No!” “Won’t you say it?” His hand mercilessly pinched her nipple, and she cried out in pain.
“If you don’t say it, all our efforts today will be wasted.” He stopped his actions with difficulty, looking at her with feigned seriousness.
Her face contorted in grievance, as if she were about to cry. After a moment’s hesitation, she slowly grasped his hand and placed it on her snowy buttocks, saying in a very soft voice, “Please, Master… play with this slave as you please.” Dongye chuckled twice, his large hand beginning to roam over her snowy buttocks. His middle finger slid down the fabric of her thong to her lower body, a move that, as expected, provoked her resistance.
He ignored her slight resistance. His hand kneaded her private parts, while his other hand freed up to hold up both ends of her panties, wedging the tiny trousers between her legs.
She was already panting against his shoulder, unable to control herself. His large hand then took the opportunity to pull down her skirt and panties, freely caressing her private parts. He felt her already flowing fluids.
"Little slave, you're so filthy!" he humiliated her, his words causing her to squirm uncomfortably.
Sensing her emotions, he knew he had achieved his goal, and commanded, "Now, little slave, you learn from me. Say it like this: 'Please, Master, pinch my filthy flower head hard, stroke my filthy petals, separate the petals, press my filthy clitoris, and finally insert your long finger into my filthy hole.'" She was ashamed by his vulgar words, burying her head in his chest, shaking it violently.
"Say it now!" he roared, his patience waning.
His anger sent a chill down Jiang Qian's spine. She bit her lip, but finally gave in. She mimicked his words:
"Please, Master... please pinch my... my very... very cheap flower head hard, stroke my... my cheap petals, separate...
separate the petals, press my very cheap clitoris, and finally insert your long fingers into my little cheap hole." After saying this, she was too ashamed to lift her head.
"As you wish," he said.
Preparing for climax ,
his fingers reached towards her genitals, stroking her flower head as he had just said. She trembled slightly, a sensitive sensation shooting through her like an electric current.
"Ah..." she couldn't help but moan.
He smiled, his fingers moving towards her clitoris, carefully kneading it. His soft yet firm fingertips traced many circles on her core. Just as she was about to melt, he pressed down hard twice, then pinched twice more. She winced and tried to back away, but he stopped her by pressing her shoulders. "Ugh..." she cried out in pain, "Master, please be gentle." Hearing her cry for help, his hands only intensified their roughness.
Yes, she was his, and he wanted to torment her.
His fingers circled around her vulva, causing her nectar to flow freely, but he mischievously removed his hands from her lower body, watching with amusement as she writhed uncomfortably at her snow-white buttocks.
She looked up at him with a wronged expression.
"Little slave," he said, "take off your own clothes." She obeyed and removed her only garment.
Her two snow-white, round breasts were immediately revealed before him, making his blood boil.
"Now, crawl over here, lie on the bed, stick your buttocks up high, and say that you weren't passionate enough just now, and ask your master to punish you." His humiliating command was issued once again.
She slowly crawled over, her two snow-white breasts swaying in front of her. She lay down, obeying orders to stick her buttocks high, no longer as shy as before, and said, "This servant wasn't enthusiastic enough just now, please punish me, Master." Her breasts occasionally and unintentionally rubbed against his erection, which made him want to vent.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!" The sound of slapping mixed with her moans as his cruel hands landed mercilessly on her snow-white buttocks, leaving a few red finger marks on her white skin.
"It hurts..." she cried out in a coquettish voice, "Master, please spare this servant!" "Slap!" Another slap. "I'm not satisfied with this kind of begging," he said, maliciously stroking the red and swollen spots on her skin, while deliberately lowering his voice to whisper in her ear, "I want to hear something lewd." "But... but this servant doesn't know how!" she cried anxiously.
"Slap!" Another slap. "Tell me, are you shameless or not?" he kindly reminded her.
“This servant is so lowly,” she cried, grasping at a straw, “This servant is so, so, so lowly…”
“Say you want me to penetrate you, to fuck you, to fuck you!” He was furious, his eyes reddening, and he slapped her several more times. Tears
welled in her eyes, and she tried to imitate him, saying, “Please, Master, penetrate me, fuck me, fuck me…” She couldn’t finish the last word.
This time, Dongye actually forgave her and stopped what he was doing.
(3 mini-games)
"Now, let's play a game." His voice rang out, instantly triggering Jiang Qian's imagination. She was already burning with desire!
"Little slave, go over there and get that box. That's our toy." His signature wicked grin rang out.
She didn't know what trick he was up to this time, but she went over and took the box.
"Want to know what's inside?" He looked at her with a wicked smile. She saw his gaze and knew something was wrong, but she couldn't suppress her curiosity and nodded.
"Don't rush me, I'll let you know slowly." With that, he pulled a soft yet strong strap from the box, grabbed her hands, and forcefully tied them together.
She seemed to know what was about to happen and struggled violently. However, her small strength was no match for his large hands.
After tying her hands, he pulled out another strap and grabbed her left leg. He pointed to the very tall bedposts, lifted her chin, and said, "Little slave, do you see these tall bedposts? They're for you!" Only then did she notice the two incongruously long posts at the foot of his bed. Could it be that he was going to...?
She guessed correctly; indeed, he was going to tie her feet to the posts. The straps were tied very tightly, and her feet couldn't move at all.
Then, he tied her other foot as well.
He hoisted her very high, and she could only manage to get her entire back to touch the bed by constantly shifting her body forward. But how could he give her that opportunity! He pulled her hands over and secured them to the headboard with a long rope.
Now, only her head and a small part of her upper back touched the bed; the rest was suspended in the air, supported only by the straps around her ankles. The straps were painfully tight.
Dongye placed a pillow under her lower back, immediately relieving much of the pressure on her ankles.
He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, then reached into the box and pulled out something else. "Let's see what the second toy is."
In his hand was a candle. He lit it, and the flickering flame filled her with fear.
"Little slave, tell me, where should I drip it first?" he asked with a wicked smile.
She turned her head away, not answering.
"Heh. So you want me to drip it on your neck first? I know you're shy, little slave, so I'll reluctantly grant your wish!" He deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.
She tried to turn her head, but he pressed it down with his hand, her pink cheeks turning white and red under his brutal hand.
"Drip!" A drop of wax landed on her neck. She couldn't help but shudder.
"Does it hurt? A few more drops and it won't hurt anymore!" His poppy-like voice rang out again. Holding her head down, he dripped a few more drops on her neck until the wax was thick enough that she couldn't feel it anymore, then moved to another spot.
“Little slave, your two big peaches must be getting impatient, right? Let’s go water them!” He looked up and saw her panicked eyes, satisfied as he took the candle and found her breasts.
“Tap, tap,” quickly, her two nipples were covered in wax. Her pleading voice, accompanied by violent trembling, greatly satisfied him.
“How about it? Little slave, want something more exciting?” He asked, his gaze lingering on her private parts.
Her eyes widened, and she pleaded desperately, “Master, please spare this very, very lowly slave! This slave is really lowly, not worth your effort!” This plea satisfied him, and he chose to let her go. Anyway, there was more to the game.
“So, you want to play a third game?” He smiled slyly and took a remote control from the box.
She was surprised. A remote control? What for?
He turned it on, and a screen appeared above her. She saw herself completely naked and turned her head away in shame.
"Want to see what your lower half looks like?" He fiddled with the buttons a few times, and her magnified private parts were displayed before her eyes. "It's beautiful, don't you think?" He teased her deliberately, but saw that she closed her eyes.
"Open your eyes!" He roared angrily, not seeing the result he wanted.
Hearing the order, she hurriedly opened her eyes, just in time to see him putting his hand into her moist, nectar-sucking vulva. Instantly, her face burned like fire. He loved seeing her humiliated during
the climax of the game . He forced her not to close her eyes, deliberately thrusting his long fingers in and out of her vulva. This caused her to gasp and moan. "Little slave," he said, looking at her pained yet yearning expression, "do you know what the best structure is down there?" She shook her head. The sensitive sensations of her private parts and the intense visual impact assaulted her brain, making it impossible for her to think. “You wouldn’t know, you lowly slave.” He pulled his fingers out and forcefully spread her genitals open with both hands, pointing them out to her. “Look, your hymen opening is huge! It can even fit one of my fingers! That shows how lewd you really are!” She didn’t answer; the intense stimulation almost made her cry out. However, she bit her lower lip, trying hard to suppress the sound. He, however, was determined to hear her cry, his long fingers bending and colliding inside her narrow passage. “Little slave, open your eyes wide and look,” he reminded her. She helplessly stared at the screen, seeing her nectar wetting his long fingers. He was still not satisfied with her reaction. “Little slave, look, your little cunt isn’t satisfied.” He continued to hurl vulgar words at her, inserting a second finger as well. “Ah…” she finally couldn’t help but cry out. He wanted her to react this way, his two fingers pushing deeper and deeper, exploring her secret passage. Inserting and withdrawing again and again. She finally began to writhe uncontrollably, but the ropes were tied too tightly, limiting her movements. Watching her surrender, he mischievously withdrew his fingers from her lower body. He watched with amusement as her small mouth opened and closed, seemingly pleading yet unwilling to give in. "M-Master..." she uttered barely, her face contorted as she gazed at him, filled with unbearable longing. However, he deliberately didn't satisfy her, breathing into her ear and asking, "Little slave, what do you want from your master?" She pleaded, her face contorted with grievance, and whispered, "This servant...this servant wants your master's long...long fingers." He teased her, "What? Such a soft voice, I didn't hear you clearly!" Finally unable to control her desire, she raised her voice, adding the words he wanted to hear: "This servant wants your master's long fingers inserted into this servant's cunt... to play with this servant fiercely." He refused, "My fingers are tired, but...he can help you!" He pulled down his underwear, straddled her, and pressed his penis against her vulva. His weight pressed down on her, the straps on her feet causing her even more pain, and what she couldn't bear most was the full sensation of his hardness pressing against her most sensitive spot! "M-Master, please...no!" Her final refusal sounded like a plea to him, even to herself. He ignored her pleas. Suddenly, his member thrust into her secret valley, the intense pain causing her to cry out, "Master, stop, stop! I can't take it anymore!" He showed no mercy at this moment, especially since she was his slave. His enormous member continued to pound against her vulva. The pain and the ever-increasing pleasure assaulted her senses, causing her to moan incessantly.

“You lowly slave, you’re so lewd! From now on, you can change your name to Slut.” He never forgot to humiliate her. “Say: You are a lewd, wanton slave!” “I am a lewd, wanton slave,” she mimicked.
Good. He was satisfied. And passion erupted at this moment.
He lay on top of her, resting for a while.
Before long, his desire to torment her rekindled. He took two things from the box, and before she could notice, inserted one into her vagina.
The firm touch brought her back to her previous state of excitement.
However, he wouldn’t let her be so comfortable. He loosened the restraints on her legs, tying them to the headboard as well, so that her upper and lower body were folded, her entire buttocks exposed before him.
He spread her anus and forcefully inserted the other dildo. She cried out in pain. "Master, Master, please spare this lowly slave!...Ah...it hurts so much..." He ignored her pleas, standing aside watching his masterpiece, then picked up another remote control and made both devices vibrate inside her simultaneously.
Her strangely changing expressions greatly pleased him. The pain and pleasure
of training a slave
assaulted her at the same time. Strange cries escaped her lips, and drops of sweat rolled down her body. Slowly, her strength was exhausted by Zuo Ye's torture, and she hung limply on the bed, no longer having the strength to writhe, only occasionally moaning softly.
Zuo Ye then removed the two devices from her body, untied the ropes hanging from the bed, and then tied her hands and feet tightly, pointing to a small cage in the corner of the room and saying, "That's enough for today. There's a cage over there, climb in." Jiang Qian weakly opened her eyes and pleaded, "Master, can I not go in?" She didn't want to be reduced to the lowliness of an animal.
"Crack!" He produced a whip from somewhere and struck her, leaving a red, swollen welt.
"Do you think you have the right to make me choose?!" She stood up helplessly and walked towards the cage, but he lashed her again. "Did I say you could stand and walk? Kneel down! Be my slave, and don't stand up without my permission!" Jiang Qian knelt weakly, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
"Crawl over there!" he commanded.
She had no choice but to crawl over, using both her hands and feet. Bound, her balance was precarious. She wobbled into the cage, which was so small she could only curl up inside, in a very uncomfortable position.

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