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Finally, another job interview opportunity came along. I got up early that morning, carefully groomed myself, and while eating breakfast, meticulously rehearsed what I would say during the interview, which I had thought of the night before. I was quite satisfied with my appearance. At 8:00 AM sharp, I slung my elegant yet sophisticated backpack over my shoulder, carefully examined myself in the mirror, and, finding myself flawless, left home.
I took a taxi to the company, and the sunlight streaming through the window seemed particularly bright. I couldn't help but hum "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau." Near the company, I took out a small mirror again, reapplied my lipstick, and smiled confidently.
I was number 6 in line—a very auspicious number—which further boosted my confidence. However, the expressions of the people ahead of me during their interviews made me wonder. Were the test questions difficult? As I was wondering, I suddenly heard my name called. I straightened my clothes and confidently walked in. Huh? When I saw that only the manager was in the room, I was incredulous. In previous interviews, there were at least three interviewers! Why was there only the manager here? The following test left me even more puzzled. The manager didn't say anything, but showed me a video of a beautiful girl being tortured by a man. After watching the video, the manager asked me to go to the restroom and take off my underwear to show him. Although I was reluctant, I couldn't care less about that in order to get this high-paying job.
When I went into the restroom and took off my underwear, I suddenly realized that it was wet. This made me very embarrassed, but I had no choice but to hand it to the manager. The manager picked up my underwear, looked at it, and gave a smug smile. I took my underwear and awkwardly left the room.
Not long after I left the room, my phone rang. It was the manager calling. He said I was hired and that I should start work tomorrow. Although I was very happy that I had finally gotten this job that so many people dreamed of, I felt a chill. I don't know what specific work awaits me, or whether I can do my job well enough to satisfy the manager.
Chapter 1: The Slave Contract
Today is my first day at work. After careful grooming, I, already beautiful, look even more radiant.
I arrived at the company before work hours, so I waited outside. A little while later, the manager arrived, and I quickly went to greet him. The manager nodded and let me follow him into his office.
Wow! Our manager is such a handsome and charming man! I was too nervous during the recruitment process to look closely, and seeing the manager today filled me with excitement. Then the manager took out a form and handed it to me, telling me to look at it carefully and sign it if I agreed. I took the form and saw it read "Slave Contract." I was startled. Further down, it said that from the moment I signed, our relationship would become that of master and slave, and the slave would have to be absolutely obedient to the master. Seeing this, a surge of anger welled up inside me. I really wanted to yell at him and storm out. But when I thought about the monthly salary of 10,000 yuan, I hesitated. That was 10,000 yuan a month! 10,000 yuan—what a tempting number! Seeing my hesitation, the master told me to sit down and watch a video first, then think it over carefully. I sat nervously on the sofa, watching the video the manager showed me.
It was full of scenes of the master playing with female slaves. As I watched, my heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat; it was very exciting, and my lower body was already sticky. Then the master said to me, "After you sign, we can do it like in the video." At this moment, I was blinded by lust. I grabbed a pen and quickly wrote my name on the form, not caring whether there were any other requirements on the form. At that moment, I only wanted the manager to play with me quickly. The manager's face showed a smug expression.
The manager told me to take off my clothes. Although I felt a little embarrassed, I still took off my clothes. The manager pinched my nipples and slapped my buttocks, which aroused me greatly, and I soon reached orgasm. The manager asked if I enjoyed it, and I said it was fantastic. He said this was just the beginning, and there was more to come; I should just enjoy it. At that moment, I was incredibly proud. Such a high salary, such a comfortable job—why wouldn't I want it? As for the agreements the manager asked me to sign next, I signed them readily, without even carefully reading the details. That's how I became the manager's slave.
Around noon, the manager asked me to have lunch with him. During lunch, he wanted me to kneel on the ground to eat. I refused, and he showed me the signed agreements, which contained a fatal clause: unconditional obedience to all of the master's demands. What could I do? I was out of my mind; I signed without even reading it. The manager said that from now on, I couldn't call him "manager" anymore; we had officially become master and slave, and he was my master. He said that if I ever displeased my master, I would be punished. Now I understood that my life as a slave had officially begun.
I knelt on the ground, eating with my master. Every now and then, he would deliberately drop some rice grains on the ground, and he would demand that I lick them up and eat them. When I refused, he would pinch my nipples. I was terribly wronged, tears welling in my eyes, but I still obeyed his demands and licked up the rice grains.
After the meal, my master ordered me to strip naked, kneel on the ground, and read my slave contract. As I read, I felt a chill run down my spine. Some of the demands in the contract were things I never even dared to imagine; I couldn't continue reading. My master was furious and tied me up tightly with rope. Although I struggled, I was no match for him. He pushed me to the ground, untied his belt, and whipped my body mercilessly. I struggled in agony, and finally had to beg for mercy, promising never to disobey his orders again. Only then did he stop. My master released me and ordered me to kneel on the ground and read the slave contract ten times. I dared not disobey my master, and obediently read the slave contract ten times. After finishing, I was sobbing uncontrollably. But my lower body was overflowing with fluid. My master looked at me and laughed, saying, "You're a rare slut. I'm determined to train you into the best slave."
The phone rang urgently; it was my master calling, saying he would arrive in 15 minutes. I dared not delay and quickly tidied the house to welcome him. After showering, I didn't put on any clothes as my master had instructed. The sound of a car horn told me my master had arrived, so I quickly knelt at the door to wait for him.
Upon seeing my master, I respectfully greeted him. He was carrying a small leather suitcase, and I wondered what was inside. After entering the house, my master casually tossed the suitcase onto the sofa and sat down with his legs crossed. I understood my master's meaning and, without waiting for further instructions, quickly knelt down and licked his toes.
At this moment, my master opened the suitcase for me to see and said that today's training was called "Searching for Plum Blossoms in the Snow." I saw many dildos, candles, clips, ropes, and other items in the small suitcase. The master set up a round table and made me lie on it. My body lay on the table, my head, arms, and legs dangling down. The master tied my hands and feet to the table legs with rope. He then clipped two clips to my nipples, lit two white candles, and started dripping wax from my breasts. Each drop of hot wax dripped onto my tender skin, and I groaned, begging the master for mercy. But the master completely ignored my screams, focused on his plan.
I don't know how long it lasted, but finally the two candles finished dripping, leaving a white patch on my chest and abdomen. Then the master saw my vaginal fluid on the table and laughed, saying, "You're such a little slut, no matter how I torture you, you still get aroused." I felt very embarrassed, but how could I control my vaginal fluid from flowing out! The master, while speaking, picked up a thick dildo and inserted it into my vagina, turning it on. The thick dildo writhed inside my vagina, stimulating me so much that I kept moaning. Then the master took out a red candle, lit it, and dripped the red wax onto my breasts, navel, and vulva, creating plum blossom patterns. The master looked at his masterpiece and laughed heartily!
As soon as I got to work this morning, I saw a package of leaf-like things on my desk. I was wondering what kind of tea it was when my master ordered me: "You brew this with water and drink it. You must finish this thermos of water within an hour." Good heavens! I don't like drinking water anyway. How am I supposed to finish such a large thermos of water in an hour? But seeing my master's unquestionable gaze, I could only nod and say yes.
I poured the water, sat there, and forced myself to drink. Almost 40 minutes had passed, and I had only drunk less than half a thermos, and I felt like throwing up. Just as I was feeling miserable, my master came in. He picked up the thermos, weighed it in his hand, and slapped me across the face. He said sternly, "You lowly servant, if you don't finish it in an hour, see what I'll do to you!" Then he stormed off. I covered my burning face, tears streaming down my face. There was nothing I could do; I had to drink it. Twenty minutes later, my master returned. Seeing there was still a cup of water in my cup, he grabbed my neck, picked up the cup, and forced me to drink it. I gulped it down, gasping for breath, until I finally finished. I was anxious and uncomfortable, and I even broke out in a cold sweat.
About two hours later, my stomach started to hurt, and I needed to defecate. With my master's permission, I rushed to the toilet, but after only a short while, I needed to go again. This happened five times, until I felt completely exhausted. I didn't know what was wrong with me; I wondered if I had eaten something. Then my master told me that what I had drunk was called "senna leaves," specifically used to cleanse the intestines. He said that starting tomorrow, my anus would be "trained." To make my anus better serve him, he made me empty my intestines today, and from now on, I couldn't eat anything except milk. He opened the drawer, took out a rubber rod much thicker than a **, and ordered me to strip naked and kneel on the ground.
He applied some lubricant to my anus and inserted the rubber rod into it. Ah!!! I screamed, almost fainting from the pain. I cried and begged my master for mercy, pleading for even a slightly thinner one! But my master said he deliberately used this thick one to stretch my anus open. My anus was very tight, and with my constant writhing in pain, my master couldn't insert the rubber rod despite his great effort. He got angry, lifted one foot and stomped on my buttocks, and with a sudden, painful thud, the rubber rod finally went into my anus. I passed out.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt a painful swelling in my anus and a feeling of heaviness in my lower abdomen. I opened my eyes and saw my master sitting beside me, watching me. Seeing I was awake, he brought me a glass of milk, and tears streamed down my face. I knew that although my master was strict when disciplining me, he still cared for me normally.
My master said it was late and suggested I stay the night, and I nodded. I didn't have the strength to go home, and besides, I couldn't go home in this state!
All night, my anus was painfully swollen, and I slept fitfully until dawn. I didn't know what kind of discipline awaited me today; my heart was filled with trepidation and excitement, and I longed for my master to arrive soon.
I don't know how much time passed, but I felt the pain in my anus and a throbbing sensation in my lower abdomen. I opened my eyes and saw my master sitting beside me, watching me. Seeing I was awake, he brought me a glass of milk, and tears streamed down my face. I knew that although my master was strict when disciplining me, he still cared for me normally.
The master arrived, carrying a large brown paper bag. He ordered me to take the bag to the inner room. The inner room was the master's rest room, about 30 square meters in size, exquisitely decorated, and exceptionally soundproof. As long as the door to the inner room was closed, no matter how loud the noise inside, it wouldn't be heard outside. Therefore, the master could discipline me at will inside.
After a while, the master came in after arranging the day's routine. Seeing the master, I immediately knelt down and begged for his discipline. I had now developed a habit of kneeling down automatically whenever I saw the master in the inner room. Because I knew that if the master let me into the inner room, it meant he was going to discipline me.
The master ordered me to take the contents of the paper bag out and place them on the movable coffee table. I crawled to the coffee table and knelt down to arrange the items. First, I took out two large syringes used for injecting glucose, followed by two bottles of yogurt, an anal plug, and two penis clamps linked together by chains. After arranging everything, I knelt on the ground with my head down, awaiting my master's discipline. Following my master's orders, I went to the bathroom, knelt on the floor, and raised my buttocks high, begging my master to remove the rubber rod inserted into my anus. My master stepped on my buttocks with one foot and forcefully pulled the rubber rod out of my anus. As the rubber rod was pulled out, I felt like a deflated balloon, my stomach suddenly emptying, a strange sense of relief washing over me. However, this feeling of relief didn't last long before my master's discipline began. My
master pulled the movable coffee table to the bathroom doorway, opened the yogurt bottle, filled two syringes with yogurt, and ordered me to bend over, supporting myself on my knees, and insert the syringes into my anus, injecting the yogurt into my anus. I clenched my anus tightly, afraid the yogurt would spill out. When the second syringe was injected, my stomach hurt a lot. I begged my master not to inject anymore, but he completely ignored my groans and pleas, continuing until the second syringe was finished. Then he took out an anal plug and stuffed it into my anus. My stomach hurt terribly, and I needed to relieve myself, but my master wouldn't allow it and told me to hold it in. After about 20 minutes, I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I knelt on the ground and begged my master to let me go. My master agreed, but he made me stay in the same position as before, bent over with my hands on my knees. I didn't care anymore, and as soon as my master pulled out the anal plug, I couldn't help but spit out the yogurt that had been injected. The yogurt sprayed out quite a distance, and the rest flowed down my vagina. I was so embarrassed. But at the same time, I felt a thrill I had never experienced before that excited me.
I turned on the water heater and washed both my master and myself. My master pulled the coffee table, and I followed behind, crawling into the inner room. Once inside, my master took out a chain clip and clipped it to my penis, peeled an egg, and inserted it into my vagina, ordering me to crawl on the ground while barking like a dog. I felt wronged, but I didn't dare to resist. So I crawled around on the ground three times while barking like a dog. At this moment, I saw that my master was also very excited, his penis hard and erect. He ordered me to crawl to the corner of the wall, kneel on the ground, head against the corner, buttocks raised high. He then thrust his thick, erect penis into my anus from behind. It felt so good, so exciting; my master's panting and my cries mingled together. When my master was about to ejaculate, he ordered me to kneel on the ground, head tilted back, mouth open, to catch his semen. I swallowed all the semen that he ejaculated into my mouth and licked the semen off his penis. This completed my master's first training of my anus.
This morning, just as I was getting ready to get out of bed, my phone rang. It was a message from my master. The message ordered me to wear a miniskirt and a low-cut top, and no underwear or bra. My nipples had to be clipped with the special nipple clips my master had provided. I couldn't take a taxi; I had to take the company bus to work and had to be there by 8:00 AM. I glanced at the clock and quickly dressed and left as instructed. My home isn't far from the bus stop, but the journey felt incredibly long, and I felt like someone was watching me. When I arrived at the bus stop, it was rush hour, and the bus was packed. I hadn't taken the bus to work since I started working. But my master had ordered me not to disobey. I struggled desperately to squeeze onto the bus, finally managing to get on. Then I noticed the buttons on my shirt had been knocked off, exposing my entire breasts. I quickly grabbed my clothes, but it was too late. A chorus of gasps filled the bus. People were whispering, "Look, that woman has a clip in her hair! Look!" Suddenly, all eyes were on me. I was incredibly embarrassed. Tears welled in my eyes. Finally, we arrived at my stop. I got off the bus and ran all the way to my office. Once inside, I threw my backpack on the sofa and collapsed onto it, sobbing uncontrollably.
The master came in and saw me crying. He asked me why, but I was too upset to speak. The master raised his hand and slapped me. I quickly stopped crying and knelt down. The master angrily said, "You lowly servant! If I don't beat you soon, you won't know who you are anymore! Tell me why you're crying." I told the master what had happened in the car, and the master smugly said that this was the expected effect. The master continued, "From now on, you have no privacy whatsoever. As long as the master gives the order, you must expose every part of your body to everyone, no matter the occasion. For better, more complete exposure, you must shave your pubic hair and armpit hair." I shouted loudly, "Don't shave my pubic hair and armpit hair!" The master said mysteriously, "Lowly servant, I'll wait for you to ask me to shave them for you." After saying that, the master tied my hands with a rope and hung me from the door frame, holding two very tight... A clip was fastened to my glans, and a rope was taken, one end looped around my neck, passed through my vagina from behind, and the other end tied to the clip on my glans. The master took a ruler and whipped me. I was in pain! I couldn't stop twisting my buttocks, which caused the rope to rub against my clitoris and pull on my glans. I groaned and begged the master for mercy. The master seemed not to hear me and continued to whip me. I couldn't control myself anymore, and my vaginal fluid dripped down. The master said, "You lowly slave, the master ordered you to shave your pubic hair, and you dare to disobey so brazenly." I begged for mercy repeatedly, "This slave dares not do it again, I dare not do it again." I begged the master to shave all my pubic and armpit hair. As long as the master gave the order, I was willing to expose everything to the light of day.
Only then did the master put me down, order me to lie on the coffee table, take out a razor, and shave all my pubic and armpit hair clean. At this moment, I saw the master's... His erection was quite high, clearly indicating that the master was already very excited. The master unzipped his pants, and I quickly knelt down to give him oral sex until I swallowed all of his semen.
The master's friend arrived, bringing his female slave with him. The master said that this friend was very skilled at training slaves, and this time he came specifically to demonstrate his power. His female slave was very beautiful, wearing a black trench coat, looking so alluring. But what puzzled me was that the female slave always kept her hands behind her back. Her gait was also a bit strange. Upon entering the room, the female slave naturally knelt at her master's feet. Her master took out a key, and the female slave raised her hands from behind her back. Only then did I realize that the female slave was wearing leather handcuffs. Her master unlocked her handcuffs with the key, and she stood up and took off her trench coat. I was stunned. It turned out that the female slave was only wearing this trench coat, completely naked underneath. A necklace was hanging around her neck. A collar, a stainless steel chain fastened at the front, the chain looping through the female slave's vagina to her back and fastening to the collar. The chain was tight, digging firmly into her vagina. No wonder she walked so awkwardly.
Her nipples were bound with thin woolen rope, probably too tightly, turning them a dark purple. I was staring blankly at the female slave when my master's cough startled me. I saw his expression was grim; he was angry. Seeing the other woman kneeling naked at his feet while I stood there, so disrespectful, clearly displeased, I was terrified and obediently knelt down. My master said to his friend, "This slave of mine is new; she hasn't been properly trained yet. I apologize for the commotion. You
'll have to train her properly later, brother! " His friend nodded mysteriously
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The master and his friend went into the inner room, and the female slave and I crawled in after them. The master's friend began to train his female slave, while the master sat on the sofa smoking, and I knelt on the floor licking his toes. The master's friend tied his female slave to a rack on the wall, took a stainless steel lunchbox, opened it, and the master made me kneel there to watch how the female slave was trained. I saw the master take out a flintlock pistol from the lunchbox, grab the female slave's breast, and insert the flintlock pistol into the base of her penis. My heart skipped a beat, and I screamed. The female slave only made soft moans, neither resisting nor begging for mercy. However, her expression showed great pain. Then her master picked up a second flintlock pistol, grabbed the female slave... In the other bedroom, I couldn't hold back any longer. I crawled to his side and pleaded for the female slave. My master's friend slapped me, and my master pulled me back by the hair, then straddled my neck. My master's friend then pierced the female slave's other nipple with a second flintlock pistol. The female slave's face turned pale, and she was sweating profusely. But she still kept saying thank you, master. I collapsed to the ground, desperately protecting my breasts with my hands, afraid that he would also pierce my nipple with a flintlock pistol. My
master and his friend whispered a few words, and then my master asked me if I wanted to pierce two flintlock pistols into the bedroom as well. I cried out, "No!!!" My master said, "Then you go and play with that female slave for us to see. If we are satisfied, we will spare you." I opened the kitchen cabinet and took out several utensils. Seeing the female slave's pained expression, I couldn't bear to torture her any longer. But to avoid suffering myself, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and proceed.
First, I gagged her and stuffed a gag into her mouth to prevent her screams from making me unable to continue. Then I took an electric vibrator and inserted it into her vagina, followed by whipping her. As I whipped her, I made her say lewd things, and she nodded repeatedly. I pulled the gag out of her mouth and made her say she was a slut, a bitch, and bark like a dog. She did as she was told. I lashed her nipple with the whip, and she cried out in pain. I couldn't bear it any longer and begged... The two masters mercifully removed the prosthetic ring from the female slave's genitals. They agreed, but insisted I remove it myself. Reluctantly, I closed my eyes and pulled it off. Blood seeped from where I pulled it out, and my heart trembled, while the two masters seemed pleased. They set the female slave down and said they would begin simultaneous training. The two masters pulled their penises out of their zippers, and the female slave and I knelt on the ground, licking each other's penises. We also played with each other's genitals. The two masters exchanged glances and then ordered us to open our mouths. One master urinated into our mouths.
Just then, I heard one of the masters' friends say that his female slave should come and play with us. I, his female slave, readily agreed. She casually picked up a thick electric vibrator and inserted it into my vagina, then clamped my penis head with clamps, and stuffed a string of beads into my anus one by one. Then she made me crawl on the ground, whipping my buttocks intermittently with a whip, and forcing me to say lewd things and bark like a dog. The master seemed very pleased with this. At this moment, I heard the master's friend say to him, "Your slave is such a slut, look, her juices are flowing!" The master chuckled, clearly satisfied with my lewdness. The master ordered me to lie on the table and put his penis in my mouth. I sucked on his large penis with all my might. The master's friend then used my... The two breasts enveloped his penis, thrusting vigorously. The female slave, while using her hand to forcefully probe my vagina, licked my anus with her tongue. I kept moaning and groaning, twisting my hips; the sensation was incredibly stimulating. Suddenly, the master pulled his penis out of my mouth and touched it. His friend also held his penis to my mouth. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. I heard the two masters moaning and groaning, and felt something warm splash on my face and in my mouth. The master ordered me to swallow the semen in my mouth and commanded the female slave to lick all the semen off his penis and my face.

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