My teacher's master

"Ma Jincheng, your teacher is here, come down quickly!"

"Damn it, what era are we living in? They still do this old-fashioned home visit thing. I don't even know which teacher it is..." I was busy preparing for tomorrow's exam in my room when I heard my aunt shouting loudly downstairs. I had no choice but to temporarily put aside my studies and go downstairs to see.

When I arrived at the first-floor hall, my uncle and aunt were chatting with the teacher on the sofa.

"Master...Master...Teacher Zhu..."

Standing in front of this 'teacher,' I was stunned. I almost blurted out "Master," but thankfully, my master gave me a wink, and I quickly corrected myself. I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"How rude! You didn't even introduce the teacher!" My uncle's words brought me back to my senses.

"Um...this is...this is Teacher Zhu, who teaches us...Chinese...they are my uncle and aunt..." I briefly introduced them to each other.

"Come...sit next to the teacher..." My master secretly winked at me, and I obediently complied, not daring to say a word.

"I really didn't expect you to come all this way for a home visit, teacher. It's such a pleasure."

"Not at all. Ma Jincheng is doing very well at school and has great potential. With proper guidance, he'll be a wonderful person. Exams are coming up soon, and I thought Ma Jincheng might have some weaknesses in his studies, so I came to tutor him. I hope it won't bother you."

"Not at all! Ma Jincheng already troubles you so much at school, and you've come all this way to tutor him. We're incredibly grateful!"

"Hehe! You flatter me. Where are Apu's parents? How come he lives with you?"

"They work abroad year-round and were worried about their precious son, so they entrusted him to us. He's quite introverted and rarely goes out; he's mostly at home and school."

"Yes, he often hides away at school studying diligently. He's a good boy!" The host glanced at me sideways; I knew what she meant, so I could only nod in agreement…

"Well then, in that case, we'll go study now." The host chatted with my uncle and aunt for a while.

"Thank you, teacher. Ma Jincheng, please take me to your study so I can study properly!"

"Oh... I understand..."

"Teacher, if you need anything, just ask Ma Jincheng. We live on the second floor."

"Okay, thank you for your help."

I led my host upstairs. I live with my aunt and uncle in a four-story building. They only have one daughter, my cousin, who is studying at a university in another city, so it's usually just the three of us at home. The first floor serves as the living room and kitchen, the second floor is mainly my aunt, uncle, and cousin's room, the third floor is a guest room, and the fourth floor is mainly used for storing miscellaneous items and tools. Originally, my room was supposed to be on the second floor, but I've always been introverted and shy, and I don't like the noise and crowds on the second floor, so my family arranged for me to have my room on the fourth floor. The most important thing about living here is that I can do what I like without being disturbed. Here, I have my bedroom. I also have a personal study, which is where I study. No one is allowed to enter my study; even my aunt and uncle don't have a key to it.

When I was very young, my parents left me with my aunt and uncle abroad, only sending me a little over two thousand yuan a month for living expenses. Although my aunt and uncle treated me very well, they weren't my biological parents. The lack of parental care fostered my lonely and introverted personality, and also caused a severe Oedipus complex. From a very young age, I loved crawling around at the feet of the aunties who came to our house, enjoying the scent of their laps. As I grew older, this complex intensified. I had no interest in girls my own age; instead, I was irresistibly drawn to alluring women around 35 years old. Every time I saw those beautiful women, glamorous with makeup, fashionable attire, and exuding a strong fragrance, I felt an urge to rush forward… I tried dating girls my own age, but the feeling even disgusted me…

The appearance of my mistress seemed like a deliberate arrangement by God. My mistress was 18 years older than me and was a prostitute. She was beautiful, seductive, and promiscuous. Her painful past memories instilled in her an unusual hatred for men; to her, men were merely objects of abuse, creatures lower than livestock. She was a pedophile, enjoying toying with naive young boys like myself; it was said she had slept with countless boys. She was cruel, a female tyrant. As a prostitute, she was no longer popular, but her accumulated experience and methods still allowed her to firmly grasp men's hearts. To me, however, she was more beautiful, more noble, more great than anyone else in the world… She was a goddess, she was God, she was the ruler of this world…

She was my faith!

The first night I met her, I knelt at her feet…

“Why do you live so high up alone?”

“Well… I don’t like too much noise…”

“Is that so? I think you prefer to do things undisturbed?” The mistress asked as she walked by. I dared not answer loudly, only nodding in agreement. As soon as

we entered the study, closed and locked the door, my legs went weak, and I knelt at the mistress's feet, kowtowing several times.

"Your servant Ma Jincheng begs to pay respects to Master. Long live Master! Long

live Master! Long live Master!" "Master, please forgive me! Your servant deserves to die! Your esteemed presence has brought me here, yet I failed to greet you properly. I deserve to die... I deserve to die... Master, please forgive me..." I pressed

my head to the ground, pleading incessantly... "You know you're guilty? You still remember that I am your master?" Master stomped heavily on my head, pressing it to the ground. "You said you haven't served me for several days, and when I called you, you didn't answer or return the call. You have the audacity to do this. Do you even remember what I stipulated?"

"Yes... Your servant remembers... Without Master's permission, I must accept Master's discipline every day... but..." I said with difficulty, my mouth pressed to the ground.

"You dare to say 'but'..." Master kicked my head twice hard. "If I hadn't come to find you, I think you would have flown away right now, wouldn't you?"

"Master, please calm down! Even if you gave me a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare!"

"Raise your head!"

Master shoved his foot away, and I slowly got up, looked up, and gazed up at Master.

The master said nothing, only looking at me with disdain. Suddenly, she kicked me hard in the face, sending me stumbling back several steps until I lay motionless on the ground.

The master walked over and stood beside me, looking down at me at her feet with an air of superiority. She spat, the phlegm landing squarely on my face. The warm phlegm slid down my cheek, tickling me like caterpillars crawling on my skin. But this small spit carried the master's immense authority, pressing down on me like a thousand-pound boulder, not only on my body but also on my soul…

“Knock knock knock…” Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Could it be…? I broke out in a cold sweat. The master paused, then gave me a wink. I understood. I got up, straightened my clothes, wiped the phlegm from my face, and opened the door.

Standing outside was my aunt, holding a glass of water.

"Teacher Zhu, I've brought you some water. Thank you for your trouble."

"You're too kind, thank you!" The host politely accepted the water.

"Ma Jincheng, study hard with your teacher!"

"Yes." I lowered my head and replied softly.

"Teacher Zhu, please call us if you need anything."

"Okay. However, Ah Pu has an exam tomorrow, and there's not much time tonight, so I hope you could..."

"I understand, you're busy, we won't bother you any further." My aunt said with a smile and went downstairs.

Seeing my aunt come downstairs, I went to close the door.

"No need, leave the door open," my master instructed. "But... I'm afraid..."

"How dare you interrupt me?" My master glared at me fiercely.

"This servant wouldn't dare... this servant wouldn't dare..." I quickly knelt down to apologize.

"It's good to keep the door open, it's more exciting that way. Your family is really hospitable, they even brought me water because they were worried I'd get tired of playing with you. Haha... Now tell me, why haven't you come to visit me these past few days?"

"Yes... Master... I've been taking exams these past few days, my family is very strict and won't let me go out. My family answered the phone when you called me, I didn't even know!"

"Exams! What kind of bullshit exams are you taking? Is the exam more important or my master?"

"Master is more important..."

"You still know how to talk. I'll let you off this time. Next time there's any exam, you have to get my permission first. If I don't let you take it, you're not allowed to go, understand?"

"Yes... Your servant obeys."

"I'm asking you, a few days ago I saw you walking very close to a girl on the street, chatting happily, what's your relationship?"

"No... no..."

"You still dare to say no? I saw it and you still dare to deny it." The master kicked him again.

"She..." I thought for a moment, "She's just a classmate of mine. We happened to bump into each other on the street and chatted for a bit. There's nothing else between us!"

"Is that so? I knew you wouldn't dare lie. Let me tell you, I won't allow you to do that. From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to date any girl alone. You are even less allowed to have a girlfriend without my permission. Tell me why."

"Yes... I am your slave, your dog, your private property. My master's orders are my mission, and obeying my master's will is the only thing I can do. I am not a person, I am just your property, your object. As an object, I have no right to have a girlfriend."

"Damn it, at least you understand. If I had known you dared to disobey my orders, I would have ruined your life. Now, do what you are supposed to do!"

My master found a chair and sat down. I took off all my clothes in front of her, then knelt before her, letting her put a dog collar on me and remove the leather cover from my penis. That leather cover was specially designed for me by my master. The sheath was hollow on both sides, covering my penis and only exposing half of the glans so I could urinate. Two chains were attached to the other end of the sheath; one was used to encircle my waist, and the other ran from my crotch to connect to the first chain, then was locked with a small padlock. This way, unless the lock was opened, the sheath was fixed to my penis and couldn't be removed. When I was at my master's house, she would remove it for me; when I left, she would put it back on to prevent me from having sexual contact with other women.

As usual, I first cleaned my master's high heels, then used my mouth to remove them, and then massaged her feet with my mouth. Today, my master's feet were dirtier than usual, and her athlete's foot was stronger; it seemed she had deliberately not washed her feet or changed her shoes for several days. I carefully licked each toe and between her toes, licking the hardened grime into my mouth. After cleaning her feet, I then had to gnaw off her long toenails. My toenails had to be gnawed bit by bit to keep them shiny, and the dirt under the nails had to be cleaned thoroughly. After tidying my toenails, I would lie on the ground, and my mistress would step on my face, making me gnaw away the calluses on her heels. At my mistress's house, after these steps, I would fetch water to wash her feet, apply perfume, and then paint her nails beautifully. But today, due to limited resources, my mistress only asked me to put on her shoes before making me get up.

"Tell me, what is today's instruction?"

"Reporting to my mistress, today is the Holy Whip."

Seven days a week, my mistress would change the way she disciplined me each day, making me feel her different levels of care for me. Monday, candle wax dripping; Tuesday, enema; Wednesday, whipping; Thursday, needle pricks; Friday, sitting on my face, heavy stomping, and bouncing on a fleshy mat; Saturday, electric chair; Sunday, suspension and a fleshy swing.

Today is Wednesday.

I obediently knelt on the ground, my back to my mistress. My mistress took out a leather whip from her bag. She first gently rubbed it against my back to prepare me mentally. Suddenly, a sharp lash struck, instantly leaving a bloody gash on my back. "Crack!" Another lash followed, and crimson blood began to gush out, flowing down my back, dripping onto the ground. I gritted my teeth, refusing to make a sound. My master forbade me to make a sound during her training. Even if I were to be tortured to death, I could only offer my lowly life to my master with reverence and worship, never uttering a sound. Otherwise, my master would show no mercy, but would instead become even more ruthless and cruel.

From the first day I served my master, I had resigned myself to death. So, when my master's sacred whip lashed my body, my flesh felt pain, but my heart felt boundless joy. Because, at that moment, the noblest person in the world was bathing me in her divine light. This was a spiritual cleansing…a sublimation of the soul…

To prevent my family from hearing the whipping, my mistress brought a thin whip and increased the speed of her strikes, quickly gliding over my body with each blow. The whole process was concise and swift; in just a few minutes, my back was covered in blood, crisscrossed with welts…

My mistress sighed, seemingly satisfied. She found a cloth to wipe the blood from my back, cleaned the bloodstains from the whip, and put the whip back in its sheath.

“Turn around!” my mistress commanded me to face her. “Is it comfortable?”

“Comfortable! Your servant thanks you for the holy whip’s discipline, mistress.”

“Hmm! Are you tired from your exams these past few days?”

“No, with your care, mistress, nothing feels tiring.”

“Your mistress knows you study hard and is worried you’re not eating well, so she’s come to give you extra nutrition.”

“Thank… thank you for your grace, mistress…”

“Beg me!”

“Your servant begs for your holy grace, mistress begs…” I kowtowed repeatedly, pleading.

"Alright, take me there!"

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

I knelt before my master. She stood up, gracefully sat on my back, and grasped the collar around my neck, making me carry her to the toilet.

My master was already quite voluptuous, and with her back already a bloody mess from the whipping, the pain instantly spread throughout my body when she sat on me. But I couldn't utter a single complaint. This was a gift from my master, something I couldn't easily obtain even at any cost, so how could I complain? Besides, I was a slave, my master's dog; I had no right to complain. I could only carry my master, steadily and laboriously crawling towards the toilet...

I lay in the bathtub, my master straddling me, her anus directly in front of my mouth. Her sacred feces were a beautiful golden yellow, long, even, soft, and carried a faint 'fragrance,' slowly sliding out of her anus like a golden ribbon, falling precisely into my mouth. Salty, bitter, astringent—tasting my master's precious excrement was like savoring a sumptuous feast, a delicacy of the highest order… a blissful delight…

After enjoying my master's excrement and holy water, I was still intoxicated by the wonderful taste when my master kicked me hard on the head, pulling me back to reality. I licked the excrement off my master's buttocks, and fearing discovery by my family, I washed the excrement off my face, carried my master, and returned to the study.

"You lowly slave, did you enjoy your meal?"

"Yes, thank you for your grace, Master!"

"Having eaten your master's food, what is your reward? What about this month's tribute?"

"Yes…" I ran back to my room, retrieved a stack of thread, returned to the study, and presented it to my master with both hands, "Master, this was just sent to me by my family this month. I was planning to present it to you in a few days…"

The master took the money and counted it: "A thousand? I just heard your parents work abroad. They only give their precious son a thousand yuan a month?"

"This..."

"How much do they send you each month?"

"Two...two thousand..."

"Fine, you lowly thing, hurry up and give it to me."

"Yes...yes..." I took out the remaining thousand and offered it to the master, "But master, my uncle and aunt are very strict, I'm afraid I'll spend it too quickly..."

"Are you listening to them or me?"

"I'm listening to the master."

"You dared to hide it from me for so long! You've gone too far. From now on, all your money will be kept by me. If you need money, come to me." The master took out two hundred-yuan bills and threw them in front of me, "I won't pursue the specific amount of the money you didn't hand over in the past. You have one month to hand over ten thousand yuan to me, or you'll bear the consequences..."

"Yes...yes..." I didn't dare to say anything more. I knew what the master meant by bearing the consequences.

The master was still angry and pushed me to the ground, kicking me hard a few times.

"Master, please calm down... I will never dare to do it again..."

"Calm down, so you know I'm angry! It seems you're hiding more from me if I don't discipline you more strictly?"

"I will never dare to do it again... Please forgive me, Master! This is the bank card and PIN that my family sends me money every month. There's over six thousand in it. I'm offering it to you now, Master. Please accept it and forgive me. As for the other ten thousand, I will definitely raise it for you within a month. I guarantee it with my life..."

"Go to hell! What's your worthless life worth? If it weren't for the fact that you've served me fairly well these past two years, I would have abandoned you long ago. I'll be magnanimous and accept this. I won't do it again."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Master..." I kowtowed several times. "It's rare for Master to visit my humble abode. I would like to ask you to show me some things to show my loyalty... Please grant my request."

"Alright, bring out whatever you have!"

"Thank you, Master..."

I hurriedly scrambled to the corner of the inner study, moved a small bookshelf, behind which was a small wooden door. For security, I had specially added two locks to the door. I opened the door and knelt to welcome Master into the small inner room. The inner room was very small, slightly larger than the elevator lobby; I called this place my 'sacred ground'. On the wall opposite the door was a large photograph of Master. Below the photograph was a homemade altar, on which were the underwear, stockings, insoles, sanitary napkins, and tampons that Master usually bestowed upon me. On the small wooden table in front of the altar were some simple offerings and electronic incense and candles. In my heart, Master was my god, my faith. This was where I would continue to worship Master, this great goddess, after returning home. Every day, I would kneel here for half an hour, silently reciting my loyalty and reverence for Master.

"Very good, you've put your heart into it!" Master toured the sacred ground with great interest, her face full of smiles.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master... Long live Master! Long live Master! Long live Master!"

"Well, it's getting late, I should go back now."

"Oh, right, Master. I remember your birthday is in a few days, and I've prepared a gift for you." I went back to my room, retrieved a box, and returned to the study. I knelt before Master, holding it with both hands. "I don't have much money, so I could only buy this gift. I was planning to present it on your birthday, please accept it."

Master took the box, opened it, and inside was a pair of high-heeled sandals. I had bought them for Master for four hundred yuan.

Master threw the shoes in front of me and lifted his foot. I carefully removed the shoes from Master's feet, picked up the sandals, and gently put them on for Master. My master placed his foot on my head and tried on the shoes: "They fit fairly well. How did you know my shoe size?"

"Reporting to my master, my shoes aren't just for eating and talking..."

"Very good. Although they're not anything special, I'll accept them. Come to my place tomorrow, and I'll reward you handsomely."

"Thank you, master... Actually, your happiness is the greatest reward for me. How could I dare ask for anything more!"

"When did you become so sweet-talking! Alright, I'm going back now. See me downstairs!"

I dressed and led my master downstairs. My aunt and uncle saw my master leaving and came out to see him off. "Teacher, you're going back now? You must be tired!"

"Not at all. How could a well-behaved child like Ma Gou Jin Cheng be tired!"

"Then take care, teacher. Come visit us often!"

"I will, I will definitely come again. Please don't see me off!"

My aunt and uncle saw my master to the door and then went inside.

"What time do you finish your exams tomorrow?"

"11:30."

"I want to see you kneeling before me at midnight tomorrow, understand?"

"Yes..."

My master left my house, hailed a taxi, and drove off.

I looked around; there was no one there. Facing the direction my master had gone, I knelt down and kowtowed...

[The End]

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