18-year-old slut

1)
My "m" is my girlfriend. We've known each other for three years. She became my girlfriend in my second year of high school, and less than six months later, she became my "m."
Strictly speaking, she's my first love. We experienced many firsts together: the first time holding hands with someone of the opposite sex, the first kiss, the first hug, the first… For a long time, I was like a shy little boy. I always had to wait for her to take the initiative, to ask me out, to let me hold her hand to cross the street—I was incredibly naive. But I knew deep down that wasn't the real me. My true self was bound by everyday morals and ethics, suppressed for a long time beneath that shy and timid exterior. That primal, evil soul, like a demon, kept urging my true self to awaken. Later, like many couples, we progressed further, starting to kiss and caress. Encouraged by my girlfriend, I gradually mustered the courage to make one request after another.
Two months later, on a cold night, I went to her house. The house was warmly heated, the air unusually hot, and so was our young hearts. We lay together on her bed, chatting. When things got emotional, we kissed passionately. I don't know where I got the courage, but I stripped her completely naked. She didn't resist, just shyly closed her eyes, her face flushed, nervous like a lamb to the slaughter. Looking at her innocent, youthful, yet beautiful face, my breathing quickened. It was the first time in my life I had seen a naked woman, and my blood surged. An 18-year-old's youthful body, her small breasts displaying beautiful curves, adorned with pale pink nipples, each one small enough to be held in one hand—utterly adorable. Her delicate, fair skin glowed beautifully under the light, accompanied by a faint fragrance. Her dark, shiny pubic hair looked very healthy. I was so captivated by everything before me that I froze. It took me a while to come to my senses. I became intensely interested in that little forest. I leaned closer, wanting a better look. A captivating scent emanated from that mysterious place, constantly tempting me. I couldn't resist burying my head between her legs…
Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps out of restraint, nothing happened. I scolded myself for being so foolish, for missing such a good opportunity, while holding her and giving her a "physiological health education lesson." I suddenly realized how naive she was. As a girl of this era, she knew absolutely nothing about matters between men and women. Helpless, I patiently explained everything from female anatomy to contraception, from erections to anal sex. She listened with rapt attention, never putting her clothes back on, lying obediently in my arms, listening to my stories of novelty and fun. We were both excited, not only because of the content and our current state, but also because of her younger brother who lived next door. It was also the first time I hadn't gone home this late. I foolishly wanted to tell her everything I knew, thinking that would be fair and wouldn't be considered lying to her about having sex with me. I talked about many things that normal male-female sex doesn't involve, like anal licking, describing it in glowing terms, making it sound more pleasurable than anything else. I knew I was being influenced by evil spirits again, and it seemed like at that moment I started plotting my wicked scheme. She was always asking questions out of curiosity. Finally, I finished talking, and I regretted it. After my lecture, she clearly stated that she wanted to remain a virgin and wouldn't have sex with me. I should have known better than to talk so much, hehe. The clock struck two, and I knew I had to go home. I glanced at my girlfriend's face and saw that she seemed reluctant to leave, but still very excited, her face flushed like before. I took a breath, mustered my courage, and turned her over. She didn't resist. I seized the opportunity and used every technique I had ever read in novels to let her personally experience how pleasurable anal licking was, for my future plans. She had her back to me, so I couldn't see her expression, and I didn't think much of it, focusing on licking her. After a while, I drifted off, fantasizing about what it would be like if we switched places, feeling a little giddy. Novels always say that girls feel dirty the first time they're licked in the back, and they'll try to stop the man, but M later recalled that she was so nervous that she couldn't control herself at all, unable to move, let alone stop him. It seems the books aren't entirely accurate, haha. I always felt that my story was captivating enough to pique her curiosity; she wanted to experience how pleasurable it was and couldn't bear to stop me. Her slutty nature was evident.
Later, it turned out I was right; she's a very curious person and couldn't resist temptation. Not long after, we had another chance to be alone, and she decided to be bold and see what my penis looked like. I pretended to be innocent and said no, so she went around the room trying to pull down my pants, being very mischievous. The little girl finally succeeded, but then she got scared. I was impatient and wanted her to give me oral sex, but she flatly refused, leaving me disheartened. Spending some time together taught me that a girl's tolerance level accumulates gradually. Like last time I could undress her completely, the next time you do it, she won't see anything wrong with it. I always followed the advice of my mentors: to receive something, you must first give something; if you want someone to do something for you, you must do it for them first. This time, she licked my genitals. Of course, licking the genitals and anus was something I rarely did after I became her dominant. A submissive is a submissive; there's no reason for a dominant to serve a submissive—but that's another story. Actually, this was the second time I licked her genitals. The first time was that night. Of course, there was something regrettable about that day. She actually agreed to let me give her oral sex, but I misunderstood, thinking she agreed to let me lick her. So I missed such a good opportunity, and afterwards, she absolutely refused. She said it wasn't because she thought it was dirty, but because she felt that doing it would make her less pure. It seems she was more bound by traditional values than I was.
My girlfriend knew I was upset that day. The weekend before my birthday, she came to my house and said she had a gift for me. She was mysterious, and seemed a little shy as well. She told me to turn around, lie face down on the bed with my back to the sky, close my eyes, and not to look back. I chuckled inwardly, knowing the gist of it all. I lay there for a long time without moving—a really long time. I figured if I stayed any longer, I'd fall asleep. After a while, she slowly started to take off my pants and began to stroke my buttocks. Ah, she was clearly mimicking my actions; I did this to ease the tension between us. A few minutes later, I felt a slippery wetness between my buttocks. At first, it was a little itchy, but it gradually became comfortable. I could feel her little tongue skillfully moving around my anus, occasionally playfully slipping inside. It felt amazing. The sensation was simply wonderful. This stimulation wasn't just physical; the psychological stimulation was even greater. My usually arrogant little princess buried her face between my legs, using her mouth—the same mouth she used to eat and talk—to lick my dirtiest anus. What could make someone so degrading, what could make someone feel so superior? Anal licking was simply wonderful. My girlfriend licked earnestly for a long time, seemingly about to stop. I roughly grabbed her hand and pressed her down, signaling her to continue. She obediently did so. After a while, I got tired too and let her stop. She asked innocently, "Was it good?" Her mouth was still full of saliva, and if you got close, you could smell the distinctive pungent odor of anus. I nodded in satisfaction. She smiled knowingly and said it was a birthday present. I said "Oh," seemingly not very grateful. The demon in my heart resurfaced, because that regret still lingered. I thought, since she could accept anal licking, then… So I asked her to give me oral sex. The reply I received was… Don't push your luck, haha.
Soon, the little girl started enjoying snuggling up to me naked when we were alone, doing things she was comfortable with. Little girls are always so curious and soft-hearted. To get what I wanted, I kept bringing it up whenever I had the chance, always mentioning it, and she would always reluctantly refuse. Finally, on her birthday, I looked at her pitifully and said I wanted a birthday present (you all know what it is, hehe). She said, "I already gave you one, why do you want another?" I whine, "That doesn't count, it's not my birthday that day." (Have you ever seen anyone so shameless?) Seeing that she wasn't angry, but rather a little hesitant, I launched a new attack. I said, "Just once, it's only my birthday once a year," and then looked at her with a pitiful, pleading expression. Everyone had to praise my acting talent and persistence; my scheme had succeeded again, hehe. Of course, I deeply understand one principle: some things, once done the first time, aren't so hard to do again, hehe.
After a series of events, our relationship became very close. I started to explore more things and told her more stories. I told her that I liked to read some novels, stories, and movies. My girlfriend would always ask if other boys would read them too. I said that I had heard people mention them at school. She nodded in realization.
(2)
One day not long after, my girlfriend and I sat in the last row of the movie theater. We had agreed to spend the weekend watching a movie together. Since my parents were at home and there was nowhere else to go, we decided to watch a movie. But my mind was not on the movie at all. I was planning how to take further action. I clearly remember that the movie that day was "Cell Phone". I remember that when I used to call my girlfriend, we would often chat idly. In the middle of the conversation, I would deliberately pick a fight and pretend to be unhappy. For a while, she was especially nice to me. She always thought that I would suddenly leave her, so she would obediently go along with me. I would always joke that if you make me angry again, I would spank you.
Because I was always pretending to be angry, she couldn't say anything. Hehe, back at the movie theater, my girlfriend kept texting during the movie, which annoyed me. Later, she seemed to say she wanted to leave early after the movie. I immediately got angry, and my girlfriend started trying to appease me. Hehe, I continued to be persistent, and finally, my girlfriend, feeling wronged and unsure what to do, blurted out, "Don't be angry, then spank me!" Hehe, she fell for it. She immediately realized something was wrong, but it was already out in the open. I said, "Really?" She didn't say anything, then just hummed in agreement. I said, "With so many people around, how can I spank you? Besides, spanking through your pants won't hurt, it won't be satisfying." She said, "Then pinch my butt." I said, "I'll still spank you, I'll save it for later," and immediately put my hand inside her pants. She seemed resigned to it. I was overjoyed, but kept a straight face. I stroked her smooth, delicate buttocks, exploring them back and forth. She winked, signaling me to pinch her buttocks, implying I shouldn't take advantage of her. I pretended not to notice and continued my actions. She then turned her head away, pretending to watch a movie, and soon became somewhat engrossed. I chose the easiest spot to pinch and forcefully closed two fingers together. My girlfriend let out a soft cry of pain. I didn't stop there, continuing to pinch, enjoying this indescribable pleasure, secretly pleased as I watched my girlfriend try to suppress her cries.
After a while, having had my fill, I took my hand out and started having wicked thoughts. My girlfriend said, "Aren't you angry anymore?" I pretended to still be angry. She said, "Then pinch me again if you're not satisfied." I didn't hesitate and reached my hand back in to continue enjoying myself, this time switching sides. I repeated this a few times, taking my hand out when I got tired, and then pinching again. My girlfriend eventually learned her lesson and stopped asking. We seemed to have reached some kind of agreement: I could freely put my hand inside her pants and pinch her butt, and she had to endure it unconditionally. I didn't think it was torture for her, because she seemed quite excited, as her face turned red again. I acted like a lewd pervert on a bus, wantonly touching her buttocks and pinching them every now and then. Eventually, I got tired, took my hand out, and started watching a movie. After a while, I wanted to touch her again, so this time I decided to try a different spot. I casually put my hand inside, and my girlfriend noticed that I had put my hand in the front. She asked me what I was doing, and I said I was still angry. Hehe, it actually worked; she let me put it in. I said I needed to pinch her thigh to vent my anger, and she gritted her teeth as if she was going to take the plunge and said okay. I reached down to her thigh and started touching the inside of her thigh, then the other side. Seeing she was still watching a movie, I decided to take it a step further. Suddenly, she gasped, startling me. I looked down and saw the main character had smashed his phone (it's a very important movie plot called *Cellphone*). I tentatively placed my fingers on her underwear between her legs and started applying more pressure. God forgive me, I was such an immature kid. I later realized that all that effort I put into touching her pubic bone, and I was actually quite happy about it (because I didn't know at the time). Then I decided to put my hand inside. I'd licked that area before, but never touched it with my hand. Many girls think touching it with their hands is dirty—not because they think it's dirty, but because they think their hands are dirty. Of course, I was disheartened once again. I was stopped again, and the holiday ended quickly. I was no longer that little boy who would blush at the slightest touch of a hand. My girlfriend called me often, always saying I was too demanding and never satisfied. Sometimes she'd just call me a pervert, which I shamelessly accepted, acting like it didn't matter. My girlfriend was no longer that naive girl either. Since that "educational lesson," she knew how to protect herself. Of course, as the saying goes, "the devil is always one step ahead," and I was still slowly improving. School started, so we couldn't see each other every day, sometimes not even on weekends. We often called each other, chatting about this and that.
She liked listening to my stories, and I liked telling her mine, then teasing her that we should try it sometime. Of course, back then, most of my stories were BDSM. My plan was still in progress. Not long after the movie, I suddenly remembered that she seemed to owe me a spanking. I often mentioned that something happened that made me very angry, and I said I absolutely had to spank her. When she saw that I wouldn't let it go, she said, "You can't see through the phone, how silly." I was really angry at that point, and I said, "Are you going to spank me or not?" in a very fierce tone. She actually said "Oh" in a very aggrieved way. After a little while, seeing that there was no movement, I said, "Hurry up and spank me." Then I heard faint slapping sounds from the other end of the phone. Just two slaps, and then it stopped. "Is that enough?" I said, "How can just two slaps be enough? Keep spanking." I was starting to act like a little master, without even realizing it myself. I added, "A little harder." Then I heard the same sound again, but this time the sound was really loud. The little girl was very earnest and really spanked me hard. Just like the first time I pinched her bottom, I enjoyed this wonderful sound for a long time before I was willing to let her stop. Haha, my girlfriend wasn't angry at all. She even said in that childlike voice, "They're all red from being hit so hard, they're hot." I suddenly felt a little sorry for her because she really had been hitting me for a long time. Oh, it hurt. I said, "You hurt my little princess, let me rub it for you." She chuckled on the other end of the phone.
From then on, the little girl seemed to enjoy her husband's punishments, and the variations increased: spanking, making her bend over for a long time without moving, kneeling on a washboard, kneeling naked on the ground in cold weather. Every time, it was a high-sounding reason—making me angry. She and I both knew it was a pretext; we tacitly understood. I gradually discovered that she had masochistic tendencies; she seemed to really enjoy this kind of game between us. That's when I learned about the "community" (a term for a place where people do BDSM), often reading posts and learning from others' experiences, wanting to seize this rare opportunity. SM and sex always seemed to drive each other forward. When we met on weekends, things would always progress further.
The punishments also moved from the phone to reality, from initial shyness to eventual acceptance and even enjoyment. In her view, none of this affected her hymen and posed no danger. Young girls often feel the urge to give their first time to the person they love most on their wedding night. I find this contradictory and unrealistic, but I never argue with it because it's not the right time yet. Anything unrelated to the hymen always progresses quickly; I think this is related to her strong curiosity and masochistic tendencies. I enjoy watching her slap herself on the floor. I never let her count while slapping; I don't want other sounds to spoil the beautiful slapping sounds. Later, I gradually realized the necessity of humiliation. After each slap, I would ask her if she had any physical reactions. She would only do so without answering, and initially wouldn't let me touch her. So I took a detour and discovered she could accept my various lewd actions towards her anus. This discovery began during a passionate kiss. I subconsciously put my hand inside her anus and suddenly found that she, usually so ladylike when kissing, suddenly became as passionate as a prostitute, her tongue probing deeply, her body writhing. This small change ushered in a new era in our relationship.
Soon, the little girl began to enjoy my anal harassment. Every time we were naked and entangled, we would kiss passionately while I touched her anus. I loved doing this because, as I mentioned before, she became as wanton as a prostitute without it. I think she liked it too, because a few times she even took my hand and guided it behind her back. Of course, I understood and let her enjoy it, hehe. After I was sure she liked it, I started to escalate it. During this time, we licked each other's anuses more often. Sometimes she would complain that I didn't lick as much as she did, and then she would pretend to be unhappy, pouting and saying, "You say you like my little asshole?" A new punishment was added: I gradually inserted my finger into her anus every time she knelt with her buttocks sticking out, and then inserted it for a long time. Everything progressed quickly, and she seemed to accept it easily. Then, when we weren't together, the punishment became inserting my finger into her anus. We used to always use the euphemism "little asshole" until we both realized that we preferred a more explicit term, so we started calling her "little asshole". Sometimes I would punish her by making her insert it for a long time. Whenever I saw her kneeling naked on the ground, seriously inserting her fingers into her little asshole, not daring to move, I felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment. I knew this was a milestone.
(3)
I was still looking for the right time to introduce the concept of SM, and of course I still had to appease my restless heart. We maintained the relationship of punishment and being punished for a long time. I started to feel unsatisfied. Since she readily accepted the action of the fingers, I started to change the direction of the fingers. My mouth was naturally unobstructed. While stroking her little buns (her breasts were small, like custard buns), I would stir my fingers around in her mouth, then pull them out and stick them into her asshole. We would have a wild time, and each time I would make her face turn red. This basically became a substitute activity for intercourse, and I would do it every time I was exempted from intercourse. I gradually removed the definition of dirt from her mind. I forced her to accept the reverse process, making her lick clean the hand that had been inserted into her anus. Under the intense onslaught of spanking, she seemed to accept it. Of course, sometimes she would resist, so I would say things to scare her, like if she didn't behave, I would shove three fingers into her anus at once. Of course, although three fingers were a terrifying concept for her at this point, she wasn't afraid because she knew I cared for her and wouldn't do it. We seemed to have reached some kind of agreement: the more I pampered her, the more she could accept. I could understand her thoughts; she wanted to make me happy, and she also enjoyed these stimulating things. I knew that the slutty bitch hidden beneath the seemingly obedient girl's exterior was beginning to show.
Several months passed, and everything was progressing smoothly. Punishment no longer needed a reason. Driven by these simple SM activities, I introduced many new concepts. Of course, what pleased me most was that my girlfriend's oral sex skills had improved significantly. I started teaching her more things, such as masturbation, helping me masturbate, and masturbating herself. I loved the moans coming from the other end of the phone. We started watching adult films together and discussing them. I introduced her to the concepts of SM, like master and bitch. I remember most vividly watching a 50-second Japanese short film together, where several men were gathered in a hallway watching a girl who looked like a student, naked from the waist down, crawling on the floor like a dog in humiliation, while the men laughed excitedly. My girlfriend watched it a few times and asked me why she did that. I said it was sex slavery. She asked if it was interesting, and I said it was quite interesting, I liked it. I noticed she looked thoughtful. I said let's try it sometime, and she actually said "oh." Later, we watched many bitch films, but this one had a big effect; it got me. I didn't think much of it. Because at this point, due to physical needs, I was no longer satisfied with her masturbating and giving me oral sex.
I really wanted her to accept me more, so I treated her even better every day. One day, I was very emotional, recalling that scene at her house. She said that if I had really done something, she wouldn't understand, and I seemed extremely regretful, but she didn't seem to care. That conversation was still at her house. We were still naked. I pressed myself against her, wanting to do something, but she disagreed and cried. I didn't force her, got up, and started getting dressed to leave. Suddenly, she grabbed me and knelt down, crying and begging me not to leave her. It seemed to be the first and last time I saw her most vulnerable side. After that, she kept saying she didn't want me, which made me very sad.
I wouldn't let it go. She said she would be mine sooner or later and asked me to wait. I ignored her, walked out the door, closed it, and stood in the hallway. She quickly got dressed and chased after me, crying as she rushed up to hug me, refusing to let go, her snot and tears covering me. I knew I had gone a bit too far, so I started to comfort her, licking away her tears with my tongue. After a while, she cried very sadly again. I helped her back to her house and into her room. She still seemed very worried. I didn't give up at all. I said I had to give it to her after graduation, or else… She was heartbroken but remained silent. After a long while, she said she was willing to do anything for me, and that I shouldn't leave her. I saw it was time to leave, so I told her to remember my words, which I specified as three conditions, no matter what.
I can't remember what I said about the first two conditions anymore, but for the last one, I used my old method: saying it when I was angry increases the success rate. I forced her to say my condition: she had to be my little slave. She finally agreed. I don't know if her thinking was as simple as before. It seems that for her, being a little slave was nothing more than some of the old activities, and it made her happy to please her beloved husband. As for the title of "little slave," it rarely appeared, and when it did, it was always like flirting. She never realized the subtlety of it all. "I am willing to be ××'s slave," a simple sentence, without any other guarantees. I sent it via text message, and there would be no more worries about my husband relentlessly "taking my virginity." We were both very happy.
In my family, it's a tradition for my parents to call each other by their first names, and the siblings do the same. So, naturally, I also call my girlfriend by her first name. She always complains that I don't call her "wife." The first time I called her that, I was afraid she'd be angry, and I was shy for a long time. Later, she became my little slave, and I started to get bolder, gradually testing her limits. She seemed to have forgotten why she promised me three conditions, only remembering that she had to keep her promise. I often used "you're my little slave" to blackmail her, saying she had to obey me no matter what, as long as it wasn't related to anything else. Back to the main point, regarding terms of address, I constantly tested her limits, from "little darling" to "little slave," then "little slut," "bitch," and finally just "little puppy." Of course, later on, I even used more vulgar terms, like "slutty bitch" and "bitch." Actually, it's quite easy to get someone to accept these terms once you figure it out. Timing is crucial. Like the nickname "little puppy," which I casually remarked on when she was being punished by lying on the floor and getting spanked. I noticed she didn't seem offended, but rather blushed. So I immediately said, "Little puppy, do you apologize?" After a few times, she readily accepted it.
Our master-slave relationship was established under those conditions, and everything went smoothly. Each meeting brought progress; the heart of a teenage girl is always restless, yet bound by traditional values. Our phone calls went from sweet talk at the beginning to explicit conversations. I'd tell her about my experiences on the internet and fantasize about how to train her. Sometimes when we ran out of things to say, she'd get upset and say, "That's all?" It left me feeling helpless. I knew she liked it. I started thinking of more variations. M promised me she'd do anything, except for sex. I also decided to let loose and experience the pleasures of SM.
I really enjoy dog training, so I often had her act like a dog. At that time, I didn't have much experience, so I just did whatever I thought was fun. I don't remember the specifics of my first informal training session. Basically, every project I could think of went through an experimental phase. I remember the first training exercise was deep throating because I was always dissatisfied with my sub's oral skills. I texted her saying I wanted to fuck her mouth, and she said okay. I told her she wasn't doing it well and needed to practice. She asked how to practice, so I sent her a tutorial online. She said she would try her best, but unfortunately, it took me almost a year to be satisfied. But that's another story; she was punished quite a bit for not doing it well. This led me to devise even more punishment methods. I liked to gag her with her own panties; it was incredibly stimulating. Every time I saw her wriggling and reluctantly opening her mouth, I would fold her panties into a ball, with the part closest to her vulva on the outside, and then hold it to her nose for her to smell. At first, she would always try to pull away, so I would pinch her cheeks. Gradually, she learned to come and smell it willingly. Later, I went even further, pressing the dirtiest part of her panties tightly against her nose and making her smell it for a long time, while leering and asking her if it smelled good, then pinching her until she gave me the answer I wanted:
"The little bitch's panties smell nice." I tried for a long time, but this was the best I could manage. Oh well, a lady-like masochist like me just isn't lewd enough, haha. Then I shoved it into her dog mouth, I shoved it in really hard, until the whole pair of underwear was submerged in her dog mouth, and I saw my girlfriend struggling and whimpering. Then I forced her to close her mouth, because her underwear was so small that she could close her mouth completely. Then I flicked her face with my fingers until her whole face turned as red as an apple. A little while later, feeling sorry for her, I'd take out her underwear, which was completely wet, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. "Do you know what you did wrong?" "Yes." I'd pinch her cheek hard. "How many times have I taught you?" The little bitch would look at me pitifully, looking lost. "Silly dog, how many times have I taught you? You should say the little bitch knows what she did wrong." Then I'd slap her (because I always couldn't bring myself to do it, so it was always very light, like touching her face, hehe), and make her do it again. "Little...little bitch...knows what she did wrong." Her voice was too soft, so I'd have to start over. "Mmm~" My girlfriend finally couldn't hold back anymore, throwing herself into my arms, rubbing her head against my shoulder, looking up at me pitifully, and then pouting, saying, "It hurts." I was going to pretend to be very stern, but I couldn't help but kiss her, tenderly rubbing her sore cheeks. The little bitch smiled happily. Often, knowing when to stop not only doesn't harm the subsequent training, but it can actually be beneficial.
(4)
I knew I couldn't spoil her too much, and the brief happiness ended with a hard pinch on her butt. I punished her by making her lie on the ground and bark like a dog for me, but it was another failure because she could never imitate it properly, and I couldn't teach her, so her barking is still terrible. After playing with her enough, I made her wear her own drool-soaked underwear and carried her home. Girls can imagine what it feels like to wear wet underwear while listening to my girlfriend recount the whole journey, and I got excited again. Later, whenever I used her underwear to gag her, she would beg me to change it to something else, socks, my underwear, anything I wanted, because she didn't want to wear wet underwear home. Of course, the answer was no. I just wanted to use underwear to gag her for excitement, and she could eat her own cum.
After the previous painful failures, I stopped rushing to train her to be a dog and started everything from the basics, from basic female slave training and humiliation. The following content was completed at different times. First, I found a guide to female slaves online for her to read, making her understand that from tonight onwards, whenever it's time to "play," she's no longer the little princess she usually is, but a complete slut, a whore. She has no rights; except for not being allowed to have sex, she has to obey me in everything else. She obediently accepted this, and she must now address me as "Master," this was the first time this was explicitly stipulated. I had her start with simple tasks, first learning how to kneel and crawl. I actually didn't have much experience, just using my own satisfaction as the standard. The kneeling position was designed so that it would be convenient for her to give me oral sex, and there were two heights: standing and sitting. The crawling position was like a dog, making it easy to kick her buttocks, and when sitting, I could reach her face, making it easy to hit her. Another way was to hug her knees, curling her whole body into a ball with her head on the ground, making it easy to step on her head. Then I trained her to greet her master, kowtow, and perform some requests that I thought would please her.
Next, I asked her to wash my feet. Haha, that's when I realized why there are so many foot massage parlors everywhere – having a woman wash your feet is a very pleasant thing. I liked to tease her face with my free foot while washing, rubbing her face hard. She didn't dare to dodge and had to continue washing diligently. Later, I went even further, pinching her nipples with my toes. She would whimper a few times, but still continue washing my feet diligently. Gradually, washing feet no longer satisfied me.
One day, while we were "playing," I said, "You lowly dog, serve your master by washing his feet." She obediently got up from the ground to fetch water, but I kicked her. "Who told you to get up?" I shouted. She immediately lay back down, and I kicked her again hard. She almost lost her balance. I kicked her again because she hadn't apologized to her master. Unfortunately, I hadn't taught her well. Although I punished her every time, it took her a long time to understand and apologize to her master. She thought I was urging her to hurry up and wash my feet, so she immediately prepared to crawl to fetch water. I was furious, "You bitch, where are you going?!" She didn't dare to speak, looking wronged and unsure of what to do. "Crawl over here, you slut, take off my socks." She obediently crawled over, but before she could even reach out, I stopped her with my words, "Use your mouth. You're a bitch, how can you use your hands?" This time she was smarter. She immediately put her face over and clumsily began to take off my socks with her mouth. It took a lot of effort, but she finally managed to get them off. She looked at me pitifully, not knowing what to do next. I disdainfully lifted my foot and brought it to her mouth. She understood and began to lick. I was very happy; she did a good job licking my feet on her first try. The best thing about licking feet is that you can see the other person's expression. The way a little bitch licks feet is cute. She didn't know how to please me with her expressions; she just stared at my feet and then licked them carefully, first the top of my feet, then... Next, she would suck on my toes one by one, then carefully clean the crevices between my feet. What pleased me most was that she never thought my feet were dirty; it was like washing them. She would use her teeth to clean the dirt under my nails, and then lick them clean with her tongue.
From then on, foot licking became an indispensable part of every training session. She quickly fell in love with it. M said she liked seeing my satisfied expression and the sound of my panting when I was excited. Later, she would lick my feet with such ecstasy that she wouldn't stop until I said "okay." "Is it good?" "Mmm." "Hehe, if it's delicious, eat a little longer," I said, shoving my foot into her mouth again. I always like to tease her like this, and she happily continues licking. Sometimes I like to have her lie on the floor or bed, then step on her face with my feet. I like the soft feeling of my feet on it. Some people might say I'm too cruel? Hehe, I'm always very gentle. What if I hurt her? She's my dear wife, hehe.
Of course, I haven't forgotten to continue exploring her anus, that little anus that's even more alluring than her mouth. To increase the effect, I started getting her used to stimulating herself, when we were on the phone or video chatting online. At that time, the number of fingers increased from one to two, and the duration also increased. In front of me, she would make a very lewd expression, put her fingers in her mouth and lick them, then turn her back to me, watching her slender, white fingers disappear into the folds of skin. The little bitch would hold her breath, and after inserting them, she would let out a deep sigh. I enjoyed this process. Later, after she was able to accept actively penetrating herself, I started having her stir her fingers. Sometimes I would make her do this for several nights in a row, stripping naked, kneeling on the ground, receiving the punishment of having her anus pinched while calling her master.
Sometimes it would last for tens of minutes, and I'd listen to her lick her fingers clean after pulling them out of her anus, finally saying something both cute and lewd like, "This little bitch's asshole is so delicious, I love eating it." Later, having her lick my anus became the most convenient way to humiliate me. It was basically unrestricted by location or occasion; it could be done even when there were people at home, and it actually increased the pleasure for both of us. In the hallway, I'd constantly worry about people coming from upstairs or downstairs, then freely probe her anus with my fingers, enjoying a professional prostitute-like French kiss, and finally shove my smelly fingers into her mouth for her to clean. The most exciting time was on the empty balcony on the top floor of the school. Because it was a school, it felt especially thrilling, but I was also scared, so I ended it quickly. I've always been a good kid at school, haha.
[This post was last edited by ShuaiDai on 2008-2-24 02:45 am]
18-year-old slutty bitch (5-8)
(5)
As I said before, oral sex has always been a failed project. I always urge her to practice hard, but she always fails. Whenever I see her coughing and gagging with tears streaming down her face, I can only put down my master's airs and hug her to comfort her. Of course, she has made some progress. Although she can't do deep throat, her proficiency has improved a lot. She has also started to like giving me oral sex and knows how to make the expressions that the master likes. Most importantly, under my coercion and enticement, we tried oral sex for the first time. I shot directly into her mouth and then watched her lick the glans clean. The result was disappointing. She ended up spitting it into the toilet. "It's sticky, like snot, and doesn't taste like anything." That's how she described it. Actually, I'm always conflicted. Before ejaculating, I always like to let her eat my semen to satisfy my desire. After ejaculating, I immediately felt incredibly reluctant to let her eat such disgusting things. Of course, in the end, she ate them a few times to make me happy.
Because masturbation and oral sex were both uncomfortable, I started pushing my luck again. To satisfy me, she always liked to imitate the sounds and movements during sex. I knew she was trying to satisfy me, even though I didn't get satisfaction from it. I decided to use the old method to find an opportunity to make a new request, haha. I don't remember the details, but this time the request went very smoothly. I jokingly said I wanted to insert my penis into her little asshole.
She seriously said okay. She said she was willing as long as I was happy. It was my first time doing anal sex, and I had absolutely no experience. I didn't know what kind of lubricant to use. I stupidly found some shower gel, but it was too irritating and made her very uncomfortable. Don't ask me why I didn't have an enema; at that time, an enema was impossible for me to perform. Later, I simply used water. The effect was quite good. This time I was truly moved. M didn't constantly complain of pain; it was only her expression that showed how much it hurt. Yet, she kept saying, "It's okay, try again, try again.
" She lay flat on the bed, her arms wrapped around her legs, her fingers parting her anus. The faint smile on her lips was blurred by the pain. I applied a lot of clean water around her anus and then began my assault. It was incredibly tight. Perhaps the vagina of the opposite sex always holds an irresistible attraction for the penis. For the first time, I felt an instinctive urge to penetrate, as if my body was beyond my control. I could clearly feel her hands gripping me. She would occasionally whisper that it hurt, and I would stop. She would tell me to go slower, and under her guidance, I entered little by little, the warm sensation slowly spreading upwards. "Hehe, your little anus is so warm." "Then let him (my little brother) warm up a bit more." Encouraged, I thrust in forcefully. M immediately let out a scream, and I saw tears streaming down her face. It was heartbreaking to see, and desire and reason clashed within my mind. She gripped my hand tightly, "Please stop for a moment, let me adjust, it'll be over soon." I leaned down and kissed her lips, she responded passionately, and we kissed for a while. I pulled away from her, looked at her, she nodded slightly, then closed her eyes. I thrust in again. She frowned again. I stopped immediately, "Is it all the way in?" she asked, "Yes." "Is it comfortable?" "Yes, it's quite comfortable," I answered foolishly. The warmth inside her anus, tight yet soft, felt really good. Seeing her expression soften, I began to thrust. I watched my penis withdraw from her anus again and again, only to be submerged again. The excitement made me speed up, and I began to thrust passionately, instinctively, a look of pleasure on my face. My wife looked at me, and I looked at her. I noticed her smile had become very obvious, a smile of satisfaction, because she had finally satisfied her lover. She smiled happily, and that smile, along with my first ejaculation inside her, is forever etched in my heart.
From then on, M serving me with her anus became a routine. I remember asking her if she liked SM because she liked me, and she said both. We soon had our first formal training session. We arranged to do it on a weekend when no one would be home all day. We planned for a long time, figuring out how we would play. That was when she was most enthusiastic, constantly asking on the phone how I would torture her. She said she liked it when I was fierce towards her during our play. Actually, even though I call her "master," I always feel sorry for her. I'm afraid she'll get angry when I scold her, and I'm afraid she'll be in pain when I hit her. I remember chatting with someone online who said my SM had more sex involved, but it wasn't sex; it was love.
The day finally arrived. I left home at 5 a.m., but things didn't go as smoothly as I'd imagined. I couldn't find the whip we wanted at any adult store, and I didn't arrive at her house until 7 a.m. She was wearing a pink dress as I'd requested, her long hair pinned up with clips. She was incredibly excited when she opened the door. I entered, sweating profusely. Instead of greeting her master as I'd planned, she asked excitedly, "Where's the whip?" I shook my head, somewhat disappointed. She immediately pouted, her face longing. Heh, the little princess's got her act together again. After a long silence, she saw I was upset and realized she had gone too far, so she came over to coax me. I pretended to be relentless, and she started to get anxious: "Honey, don't be angry, I didn't mean it. I really wanted to see what that whip looked like." I still ignored her. "Please, or you can punish me." I saw her smirking, so I went up and pinched her face hard. "Waaah, I know I was wrong, honey, don't pinch me anymore." I let go, and she rubbed her face pitifully, looking at me with a wronged expression. *Slap!* I slapped her. "You slut, who told you to call me husband? Who's your husband? You bitch, you dare to be angry with me? See how I deal with you later!" "Master, this little bitch knows she was wrong, please don't be angry, please punish me." The thin dress revealed her sexy curves, her nipples were faintly visible on her upper body, and her underwear was visible on her lower body. Seeing this, I immediately got hard. "Hurry up and greet your master, you slut!" The little bitch immediately obediently lay down on the ground, looking at me. "Slut, have you forgotten what I used to call you?" So she stepped back, put her hands on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed. Then she said, "The little bitch greets her master." "Please train the little bitch, master." "The little master said he misses you. Quickly greet the little master. You slut."
(6)
The little bitch obediently crawled over, rubbed her face against my crotch, and then made a very eager expression, looking at me cutely, waiting for my next command. "Eat it." As if she had received a royal decree, she immediately took out my penis and put it in her mouth. She sucked it carefully and tasted the flavor. Seeing her obedient appearance, I couldn't help but touch her head. "Is it good?" "Mmm," she mumbled indistinctly.
"Alright, I'll let you eat your fill in a bit." "Woof, little bitch greets her little master." She stared intently at my penis, just like a real little master. "Little bitch misses her little master." "Open your dog mouth." She obediently opened her mouth, and I shoved my penis in. As soon as she took it in, I thrust it in all the way. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Hold it in, don't spit it out, or you'll be sorry." I pressed her head down, exhaled, and enjoyed the warm sensation from the tip of my penis. Looking at the little bitch's aggrieved expression, I couldn't bear to pull it out. The little bitch immediately stopped crying and smiled, cleverly kissing the tip of my penis. "Thank you, little master. This little bitch will serve you well later." I didn't give her a kind look. I was still upset about her tantrum that morning. She was clearly trying to please me and was slowly getting into character. I decided to play with her a bit. "Get inside!" I said, and she started crawling into the room. I followed behind her, watching her wiggle her round ass, and I couldn't help but get hard again. "You slut, hurry up!" I kicked her ass hard. "Hurry up and crawl, you slutty bitch."
"Woof, woof!" The little bitch whined pitifully, increasing her crawling speed, her ass wiggling more dramatically, which earned her another kick. I laughed happily behind her, completely unaware. Hehe. I strode to the bed and sat down. She crawled to my feet as well. "Lie down, bitch," she received the command and awkwardly crawled down. "Lie down lower," she said, getting down on all fours, head down, her whole body on the ground. I put my feet on her head, fully enjoying the feeling of being her master. She knew I was very angry and was terrified, so she didn't dare to move. After a while, I grabbed her hair and pulled her face up. "You slut, you dare to be angry with me? Huh?" "I won't, I won't dare again." *Slap*, I slapped her across the face. "Have you forgotten who you are?" "Say it! What are you?" The little bitch said in a small, aggrieved voice, "I am my master's little bitch." "Louder, you slut." "I am my master's little bitch." "Whose?" "XX's." "Say it completely." "I am XX's little bitch." "Start over, what kind of bitch? Have you forgotten how I taught you?" "I am XX's slutty little bitch." "Say it loudly ten times."
"I am XX's slutty little bitch, I am XX's slutty little bitch..." "Do you know you're wrong, you slut?" "I know." *Slap*, I slapped her again. "Who are you talking to? How many times do I have to teach you?" "Waaah, waaah, the little bitch knows she's wrong, master." "What should I do if I'm wrong?" "Please punish me, master." "I think you deserve to be punished. Slap yourself 15 times, hit hard." She hesitated, then raised her hand and began to slap her own face, very lightly. "Harder!" I shouted. *Slap, slap*, still weak and listless. I went over and slapped her hard, then again, and again. Perhaps I have a natural sadistic tendency, especially when I hit little M's cute, fair face; I feel an indescribable pleasure. Because I promised not to feel bad, I slapped her for a while before stopping. "That's the strength. The previous ones don't count. Start again." She pitifully began to slap herself again. She probably never really hit herself hard, but this time it was noticeably harder. I thought that was enough, so I made her stop. "Thank you, Master," she said, her voice clearly unhappy. She needed some encouragement. "Hungry, little bitch?" "Woof." "Hehe, I brought you a hamburger." Want some? "Woof!" "Quickly ask your little master if he agrees?"
She happily climbed onto me, then pulled down my pants and started sucking on my crotch, making soft whimpering noises. Then she spat it out, staring wide-eyed at her little master, and asked earnestly, "Little master, this little bitch is hungry and wants a hamburger, is that okay?" There was no response for a while, so she did it again, this time even more diligently, "Little master, please, I'm hungry." Still no response. She barked at me twice, seeking help. I thought to myself: I can't let her have a hamburger so easily, hehe, I have to give her an appetizer before breakfast. So I didn't say anything, just shifted my body further into the bed, pulled down my pants, raised my leg, and put it on her shoulder. She seemed to understand something, lowered her head, and began licking her vulva. I thought she was progressing too slowly, so I pressed her head down, signaling her to go lower. Finally, her mouth took my anus into her mouth, and an indescribable pleasure surged through me. Ah, I started to lose control, enjoying the legendary "dragon drill" while wantonly humiliating the little beauty beneath me, like a bitch. "You slut, it feels so good, ah, you were born to lick my asshole, you slut, it feels so good, you're a real bitch."
To please me, she would respond while licking, "Yes, I am a slutty little bitch, I like licking your asshole." "Slut, make some noise, you idiot." She started licking even more vigorously, deliberately making exaggerated sounds—not just the wet sounds of her mouth rubbing against my skin, but also the snorting sounds of ecstasy. What a good little dog, knowing what her master likes, haha. Finally satisfied, I made her stop. "Try again, see if your little master agrees?" She knelt down again and asked, "Little master, is this okay?" I clenched my buttocks and exerted force, my penis jerking up and down, really like nodding. "Hehe, he agreed, the little bitch is getting a little carried away." "How come I didn't see that?" "Hmm~, you're cheating, he really agreed." "I didn't see that, it doesn't count." I teased her deliberately, and she immediately snuggled into my arms. "I'm not going to be with you anymore." Then she hugged my neck and wouldn't let go. "Get off, hurry up, who let you come up here?" "Have you forgotten what you are? Did I agree to let you come up here?" My tone was deliberately gentle. "No, no, I won't get off." She understood what I meant and decided to stick to me. "If you don't get down, I'm going to pinch you!" "Hehe," she buried her face in my chest and fell silent. I pinched her waist. "Ah!" she screamed, "Yay..."
"Aren't you going down?" "No, no~, I just got up." I pinched harder. "Ah, I want to see my husband, I want to see my husband..." This was our safe language, meant for her to use when she felt uncomfortable. She actually used it carelessly; I was speechless. She'd had a hard morning, so I thought I'd let her have a little happiness. I closed my arms behind her, which I'd been using for support, and hugged her, pulling her up a little. "Hehe," the little girl laughed happily. "I knew my husband was the best!" "If you keep being naughty, I'll let you see your husband later." "You won't, you're my husband, hehe, I know." "Annoying..." I hugged her tightly, remaining silent, both of us savoring the happiness of the moment. That moment became eternal in my heart. I think happiness is magenta, making people feel warm. Maybe it's the heating in winter that makes me feel warm, maybe it's my girlfriend's body temperature that makes me feel warm, or maybe it's the adrenaline that makes my blood flow faster and makes me feel warm. Maybe it's none of these, just her happy smile that makes me feel warm inside. I know I love her, very, very deeply.
(7)
After a while of tenderness, I put her down. She obediently knelt down. I told her that after dinner, I would start the formal training and she was not allowed to be naughty anymore. She nodded seriously. I put a napkin on the hamburger and placed it on the ground. She obediently crawled over to eat. Little M is really a born bitch. The first meal went very smoothly. She didn't have to use her hands like the books say. Maybe she was hungry and ate very well. Maybe she had gotten used to the training over the past period of time. Crawling on the ground like a bitch to eat was no longer shameful for her. Everything looked very natural. It was so natural that it made people feel like she was eating with me face to face at the dining table. I picked up the remaining hamburger and placed it in my palm. She obediently crawled over and continued eating, then sweetly licked my palm. I was overjoyed, and she was happy too. I wiped her mouth with a tissue, and she crawled up again and licked my face, making my whole face wet.
Because there were no collars back then, I tied a rope around her neck and told her that the training was about to begin, and she wasn't allowed to speak without my permission. She cried out in agreement. I ordered her to kneel down and straighten her upper body. She knelt before me tremblingly, and I sandwiched her body between my legs. Through the thin layer of her dress, I began to caress her body, my hands roaming freely over her skin. Not satisfied, I pressed her head between my legs, her face pressed tightly against mine, not allowing her to leave. Then I lifted her skirt and began to caress her beautiful buttocks. I could clearly feel her warm breath below, which aroused the animalistic desire within me again. I slapped her, and she let out a soft moan. Then I slapped her again, harder and harder, until her skin was red. I ordered her to turn around, facing away from me, sticking her buttocks out, and then I chose the easiest spot to bite down hard.
She cried out, "Don't yell, you stinky dog!" I said, then bit her again. She stuck her butt out, not daring to move. I pulled down her panties, making her stick out even higher, and then began to attack her anus with my fingers. Her anus was very sensitive; it would get excited at the slightest touch, and she would moan and groan incessantly. I had another lewd idea. "You little slut, turn around." "Look up at me." She looked up at me, and I extended my fingers. She understood and put them in her mouth, beginning to suck them passionately. I added another finger, and she began to revel in it. When I thought it was enough, I pulled my fingers out, and she turned around again, sticking her butt out. With the lubrication of her saliva, I easily inserted my fingers. After a period of training, the little bitch's anus had become accustomed to the insertion of fingers, and she even felt pleasure from it. I inserted them for a while before pulling them out and holding them in front of her nose. "Smell it." She sniffed it seriously. Then I made her suckle again. "Is it good, little bitch?" I lewdly asked, making her answer. "Woof." "So horny, I'll let you eat every time from now on." Her face turned red instantly. "What are you standing there for? Lick my fingers clean. I'll check them after you're done. If there's even a hint of stench, you'll be sorry."
She immediately started licking my fingers seriously, afraid I would be unhappy. I took a ballpoint pen and used the same lubricating method to insert it into her little asshole (later she said that the pen made her feel especially good, and she would be very happy every time I tried to insert a pen during training). Then I put her panties back on, and a small tent would appear on her panties. With the slightest movement, the ballpoint pen would rub against her rectal wall, which obviously made her feel very good. Her face remained red. I took off her dress, leaving only her panties, and made her lie on the ground to take pictures. I did take pictures the first time, just for fun, so I deleted them immediately in front of her. Now there's no chance, hehe. I made her fetch water and wash my feet, which was very similar to the previous foot-washing training session, so I won't go into details.
The most exciting part was that her uncle came to the house to ask her some questions, which was quite thrilling. Fortunately, everything turned out alright, and we resolved the issue right at the door. Luckily, the little bitch was very clever. She put on a nightgown and went to the door to exchange a few pleasantries with her uncle before sending him away. Then she came back and knelt down respectfully again, the ballpoint pen still stuck in her anus. My heart was still pounding, and my little brother was throbbing from the stimulation. "Who told you to wear clothes? You're a dog, how can you wear clothes? You slut." "Master, this little bitch knows she was wrong and will never do it again." "Slut!" I went up and kicked her hard. "Did I tell you to speak?"
(8)
"Woof, woof." She barked twice to indicate her denial. "Then why are you still talking?" I slapped her across the face. "Slut!" She was really scared and hurriedly begged me, "Woof, woof, woof." "Say it, you slut." "This little bitch really knows she was wrong and will never do it again, really won't do it again, please don't be angry, Master." I didn't look at her, my gaze was fixed on my genitals. She immediately noticed and hurriedly pressed her face against mine, sniffing through my pants like a dog, making me very itchy. Then she started licking through my underwear, and soon began to use her mouth to pull down my underwear. I cooperated and let her take off all my underwear. She tried her best to please me, licking earnestly. Her oral skills had improved a lot, especially in finding the right spots, which felt very good. I was enjoying it when I suddenly kicked her away. "Who gave you permission to lick? Did you ask for my permission?"
She looked aggrieved and didn't know what to say. "Quickly beg Master, let Master reward you." "Please Master, this little bitch wants to eat, please." She crawled over, and I grabbed her hair and pulled hard. "You slut, lick me properly, or you'll be sorry. You have to keep cumming until you come. No hands allowed, and Master won't help you." (Although she had improved, I still had to use my hands to help her cum every time; I had never cummed completely with her mouth.) "Do you understand?" "Yes, Master, woof." "It's still coming out, what should I do, you slut?" "Eat it, you little bitch." "Good to know, see if you dare to spit it out again!" "Woof!" She obediently sucked it out for me and then ate it. Of course, before I could even appreciate it, she swallowed it. She crawled over and carefully cleaned the remaining semen from my glans. I stroked her head with satisfaction. I lay down on the bed and made her crawl on top of me, kneeling beside me. I took out the slave contract I had prepared earlier and made her read it aloud. I didn't listen to what she was reading; I was busy playing with her genitals. First, I touched her vulva through her panties, and it quickly became wet. Then I pulled up the sides of her panties, stretching the middle part into a line and inserting it between her labia. I kept pulling back and forth, and her voice began to tremble noticeably, becoming intermittent. After a while, she stopped. I shouted, "Don't stop, you filthy dog! Can't you take it already?" She endured the itching in her lower body and continued reading. After a while, she finished reading and finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Read it again." Then I started torturing her genitals again. She finally couldn't take it anymore and knelt down. "Master, please, stop. I'll obey." "Go away and write your name down." She obediently wrote her name and then wrote down what I had just been training her about. I needed to rest after ejaculating, so I assigned her this task. She wrote three paragraphs and then stopped. I remember she wrote very cutely.
I felt she had rested enough, so I didn't make her continue. I ordered her to take off her underwear, and then held the dirtiest part of it to her nose and pulled it over her face. I kicked her off the bed, and she obediently lay down on the floor waiting for my commands. I trained her a few basic dog poses, and then took her for a walk around the room. She crawled very slowly and kept getting kicked. Watching the cute little beauty crawling around on the floor with her snow-white buttocks sticking out was truly the greatest pleasure in the world.
I ordered her to lie down, and then kicked her buttocks hard twice, saying, "Crawling so slowly, you slut." She immediately barked to show that she knew she was wrong. I sat back on the bed and made her crawl to my side. Then I casually picked up my underwear and threw it far away. She cleverly ran over and retrieved it with her mouth. I took off the underwear, patted her head, and threw it away again, repeating this process, occasionally urging her to hurry up. She worked very hard, but was still slapped for being too slow, looking aggrieved.
"Still dare to be unhappy?" I raised my voice, expressing my dissatisfaction. "Waaah, waaah," she made a pitiful sound. "Okay, seeing you've had it tough, I'll reward you with a kiss for your little master." The little bitch immediately jumped onto my lap and began kissing her little master. "Okay." I gestured for her to stop. "Lie down properly, you slut." She obediently lay down. I took the underwear and held it to her nose. "Smell it, you slut." She inhaled deeply. "Does it smell good? Master allows you to speak." "It smells good." "Can't you say a few more words?" I kicked her. "Hmm, Master's underwear smells very good." Speechless, still can't be taught. I told her to play the game as agreed beforehand to train her canine instincts and see how sensitive her nose and tongue were. I pulled down her panties; they were already soaked, glistening with liquid between her legs. Her anus was already wet. Then I made her bend over and pulled the ballpoint pen out of her anus. The moment I pulled the pen out, she let out a soft "ah," and her face turned red. I couldn't help but think how cute she was. I smelled it; it had that pungent, pungent odor of an anus. I held the pen in front of her face without saying a word. She glanced at me and obediently put it in her mouth. "Look at you, you slut, you've made the pen stink."
"Lick it clean properly. If it still smells after I pull it out, I'll make you stand on the windowsill and masturbate, you stinky dog." She was terrified I'd make her masturbate on the windowsill, so she licked diligently, her expression quite alluring. After a while, I pulled the pen out and held it to my nose as a demonstration. Of course, even if she licked it clean, the smell wouldn't completely disappear. She looked at me timidly. I smiled at her, and she felt relieved, her tense expression relaxing considerably. I picked up her panties and folded them, putting the dirtiest part on the outside. "I told you you're a slut, a pen can make you this wet, so cheap. What are you standing there for? Lick the filth off your panties." Receiving the order, she licked quickly, and seeing I remained silent for a long time, she whispered almost inaudibly, "Master, finished licking," her voice like a child just scolded by an adult. I roughly shoved the panties into her mouth. "Open wider, put the whole thing in." She opened her mouth again, then stuffed her entire panty inside. "
Shut your mouth." She tried to close her lips. Her mouth was bulging, like it was stuffed with a tennis ball. "Don't spit it out, you hear me?" Because her mouth was completely blocked, she could only stammer, looking helpless, which made me want to abuse her even more. I gestured for her to lie down, rest her head on my hand which was flat on the ground, and stomped hard on her head, then kicked her ass. Then I wrote "slut" on her breasts and "bitch" on her ass with a marker. I made her look at it herself. To my surprise, she didn't care at all. I got a little angry, so I slapped her face. With her panty stuffed in her mouth, it felt good to slap her. "Tell me, are you a slut?" "Mmm." "You won't tell, will you?" I hit her again, and before she could react, I started hitting her repeatedly. After four or five hits, although I didn't hit her hard, her face was already a little red, so I stopped.

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