Office Thrilling Experience

After a weekend of rest, he stayed home with me for the past two days, buying me milk and making me nutritious dinners. Hehe, I finally felt truly happy. He didn't touch me or tie me up during those two days, and even gave me massages; I felt my body recovering quickly. He went home on Sunday night. On Monday, we went to work as usual. Everything was as if nothing had happened. On Monday and Tuesday, Muyu didn't come to see me, and we didn't contact each other. I worked diligently for two days, handling quite a few things.

On Wednesday morning, he came to my office, gave me a DVD, and then wandered around my office, looking at everything. He even took a tape measure and measured the bookshelf in the southwest corner and the empty space in the northwest corner before leaving, telling me to take a good look at the disc. I put it on my computer and opened it; it was my previous recordings, obviously edited and edited, like a finished adult video. Watching myself starring in an SM movie gave me a unique feeling. The video is over four hours long, documenting my first experience with the "Devil's Desk," the complete version of the "Devil's Desk," and the crazy plan of that Friday night. In the video, I really looked incredibly lewd. Thinking back on how I even thought about doing those things, I can't even bear to imagine that was me…

On Friday, Muyu came to my office and measured the bookshelves in the southwest corner and the open space in the northwest corner again, very carefully. Then he told me he had something to do and needed to take the next week off. He forbade me from masturbating, going out, or engaging in any self-harm at home during the week.

I asked him what he was going to do, but he didn't tell me, only telling me not to worry about it. So I signed his leave slip.

For the next week, because of his request, I didn't think about those lewd things, and my mind became sharp again. I led my subordinates to do a lot of work diligently, once again establishing my image as a shrewd and capable leader.

When the weekend came, I wondered if that guy was back yet, and what he was doing. I called him. "Where have you been all week? Did you find someone else to torture again?"

I heard some noise and clanging sounds on the other end of the phone. "I'm moving things, busy, see you tomorrow."

He hung up.

Hey, this guy's got some personality, hanging up on me before I even finished speaking? If you were my boyfriend, you'd do that without hesitation, break up! That evening he called again, "No underwear or bras for work tomorrow, just open-crotch tights, skirts no more than 20 centimeters above the knee (just a little longer than a miniskirt), and a shirt. No dresses. Just leave it like that. Come find me at the office first." As

usual, he hung up after making sure I understood. Is there a new mission tomorrow? Heh, it's been a while. I've rested a lot this week, and I'm in good shape. No matter what methods you use to torture me, I can take it! I looked forward to tomorrow's action and fell asleep.

The next morning, I got up early, took a shower, and carefully applied light makeup to restore my radiant complexion, which had been dull and tired from a busy day. I put on a pair of black open-crotch pantyhose, smoothing out any wrinkles to ensure a good fit. Then I chose a white blouse with small pink flowers, paired with a black mini pencil skirt. I sprayed a small amount of perfume on my armpits, collar, and navel, then put on a pair of 12cm black high heels, grabbed my handbag, and headed out. I was confident I would look stunning today.

I drove, opened the car window, and the cool morning air, bright sunshine, and clear blue sky made for a refreshing Monday. I quickly arrived at the office, got out of the car, and greeted my colleagues with a smile. Surprisingly, I got a lot of attention today; perhaps a person's complexion really can make a big difference.

I walked to his office door, and what came into view was a man wolfing down his breakfast at his desk. I chuckled. Muyu noticed me and rolled his eyes at me. "Kid, haven't you eaten in days? You look like you just got out of jail."

He swallowed the last bite and said, "My dear Director Gao, I'm a person too! I need to eat breakfast too! What's so funny?"

He then took a disposable bowl, walked to the hallway, threw it in the trash can, and then walked with me toward my office. I opened the door, and my eyes lit up!

First of all, everything was spotlessly clean—the desk, the floor, the cabinets, the sofa, everything gleamed. A large potted green plant added a touch of brightness to my office. Then I looked around. My chair had been replaced. In the northwest corner, there was a tall filing cabinet, and in the southwest corner, there was a small cabinet about half a person's height, like a slightly larger safe, about 50 centimeters from the corner.

I walked over and examined the tall cabinet closely. It was brownish-red, the same color as the bookcase next to me. It looked like a filing cabinet, but it was slightly thicker than the filing cabinets commonly found in our office, about 60 centimeters thick. The height was about the same, but the difference in weight was huge. The filing cabinets in other offices sounded thin and crisp when you tapped them, but this one didn't make much of a sound when you tapped it; it felt solid. I shook it, and it didn't budge. It felt very heavy. Other filing cabinets would wobble even with a slight shake. This cabinet only had two doors, and the lock cylinder was like that of a security door lock cylinder. It looked very sturdy and secure.

"Where's the key? What's inside?"

"This cabinet is mine, not yours. Why do you care so much?"

Muyu's words really infuriated me. I continued walking to the small cabinet. It was also very heavy, a black metal cabinet, about one meter high, 40 centimeters thick, and 60 centimeters wide. It didn't appear to have a door on the outside; it opened from the side. There was a lock on the left side, a square lock cylinder, which felt very sturdy. I still didn't know what was inside. I tried shaking it, and it felt even more unshakeable. Upon closer inspection, it seemed that the cabinet extended into the wall. I looked at Muyu with questioning eyes.

He smiled slyly: "Don't look at me, it's no use looking at me. This cabinet is also mine! The only thing I'm giving you is this chair."

I walked to the chair. The chair looked very ordinary; it was a swivel chair with wheels, armrests, a wide backrest, and a thick cushion, but the seat area seemed much smaller than the one I had sat on before. It looked like it should be very comfortable.

Upon closer inspection, this chair has some unique features. First, its base, specifically the wheels, is different. While ordinary chairs have five legs, each with a wheel, this chair has four. Above the wheels is a trapezoidal base, about 20 centimeters high, with a larger square at the bottom and a smaller square at the top. It's sealed on all sides, except for gaps on either side of the sealed panel at the back, suggesting it might be movable.

Above the trapezoidal base is a short stainless steel column, about 10 centimeters in diameter, presumably for support. Further up is an inverted triangular pyramid extending from the seat, about 20 centimeters high. I suspect this contains something besides support, given the considerable space inside. There's also a small opening at the back; when I opened it, I found a power plug! Wow! Is the chair electric?

I couldn't help but admire him. I turned my gaze to the wooden fish, who smiled slightly. I continued to look. At the lower ends of the triangular pyramid, there were small circular rings on either side, with a groove above each ring extending to the bottom of the seat. Further up, the seat and backrest were a bit unusual. The patterns on these surfaces were strange, especially the rectangular pattern in the center of the seat, about 15 cm long and 6 cm wide, which clashed with the surrounding square patterns. The same was true for the backrest; below it, there was a pattern about 25 cm long and 4 cm wide. I touched it, but although I felt something was off, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"My boss, you have a good eye. You've pretty much discovered all the secrets of this chair. Come on, try it out. Go close the door."

I went to close the door, and when I turned around, I was startled. Two large penises, about 5 cm thick and 18 cm long, were protruding from the seat.

"When did you put it on?"

I asked as I walked away. He didn't answer. As I got closer, I realized he hadn't just put it on; it was originally part of the chair. The rectangle that seemed a bit off was gone, replaced by a protruding penis—that's what was under the rectangle. There was also a clip directly in front of the rectangular hole. The rectangle on the back was also gone, replaced by clips on each side. "Sit down!"

I turned my back to the chair, raised my buttocks, and exposed my two holes. I slowly sat down, the two penises already pressing against the entrances. I sat down easily, just like last time. Since he used that drug on me, my intestinal fluid secretion has increased, which also has a lubricating effect. If something is inserted into my anus, just a little teasing will make my vagina wet, and then my anus will be wet too, without needing lubrication. After I had them all in my mouth, he told me to take the clips in front and clip them to my clitoral ring. I pulled the clips outwards. It turned out that the clips were connected to a thin wire that could be retracted.

I clipped them to my clitoral ring, and then he told me to put the two clips behind me into my clothes and clip them to my nipple rings. I did the same for the two clips behind me. Finally, he told me to insert the heels of my high heels into the two small holes under the inverted triangle. After I finished doing all this, I looked at him. It seemed like it wasn't over yet, like something was missing. "Smart guy, there's a button under the armrest on your left. Press it."

After pressing the button, the first feeling was that my two heels were stuck by two small rings. I tried to get them out, but I couldn't. Then my lower legs were pulled backward and upward, my lower legs were bent backward, and the insteps were pulled very straight. Next, I felt my clitoris and nipples being pulled downward. Although the force was not strong, I could feel it. My back was against the back of the chair, but because the seat cushion was small, my body was still in a straight position. The pulling on these three points stopped when I felt that I couldn't pull any further.

I leaned forward, trying to sit up, but I immediately felt my nipples being pulled very painfully. It turned out that the nipple-pulling wires were already locked after the switch was activated, and they had no elasticity or stretching. If I moved around, I would only be asking for trouble. Immediately afterwards, a weak electric shock came through these three points in waves, and the penis inside my vagina and anus also began to rotate, vibrate, and stretch.

Wooden Fish said, "That's pretty much all the functions of this chair. The last one is the base, which is a container. All the vaginal fluid you secrete while sitting on this chair will be collected at the bottom. The back cover can slide open. This design is to keep you constantly stimulated at work, and no one can discover your secret. In other words, you're being raped here, raped in front of everyone, but no one knows you're being stimulated all over, and you're leaking vaginal fluid like crazy. A wanton woman is right in front of them, but they don't know your wantonness, and they could never know. Isn't that the effect you wanted?" Heh, from now on you'll dress like this. Say goodbye to dresses from now on. Here's my request: whenever you arrive at the office, after you've prepared everything, fix yourself up like this. As long as you're in the office, don't leave those two holes open. I've set the intensity of those two things relatively low to ensure silence and that you won't feel so good that you're delirious, so you can still communicate normally. As for work efficiency, I don't know, hehe. Of course, we need to consider special circumstances. If there are many people in your office, you don't have to fix your feet like this. It's a bit strange if people see it like this. And if you have urgent work to do, tell me, and I'll approve it. Just now you... When I opened the door, I pressed the switch under your seat cushion, on the right armrest, slightly forward. If it's inconvenient for you, pressing that button will turn the two mechanisms on the seat cushion and backrest on or off, retracting these dildos and returning the chair to its normal position. Then, while you're secured, press the button under the left armrest, slightly forward, to retract the mechanism. But you need to quickly remove these three supports, otherwise you'll be pulled painfully. As for this office, I installed three cameras. I won't tell you their locations, but it's true, so don't doubt it. That's all for today. Just work like this for a week, collecting the genitals from under the base every afternoon after get off work. "Drink all the water. Remember, never try anything funny with me, and don't be lazy! Oh, and remember to plug in the power cord on the back!"

With that, the wooden fish left, and I started my day's work in that position. The stimulation from my lower body wasn't strong, and it was very random. Sometimes the two penises were inserted very forcefully, but there was no vibration or rotation; other times it just vibrated and rotated, alternating between the two. But every hour, there were 10 minutes of both rotation and contraction, and the speed and intensity were quite high. During these 10 minutes, the current intensity at the three sensitive points would also increase significantly. Perhaps this was the orgasm time the wooden fish had designed for me, once an hour. Heh, the kid's very thoughtful.

On the first day, it did indeed follow his design. In 7 hours of work, I had 7 orgasms. Although the number of orgasms was low, my body could handle it, but my mind was foggy all day, constantly excited. Fortunately, there wasn't any urgent work. When I finished work, I unfastened the equipment, went behind the chair, and opened the cover underneath. Inside was a square container. I took it out and saw that it was about one-fifth full of vaginal fluid.

The container has a total capacity of about 2000cc. Today's amount wasn't much. I held my breath and drank all the water in one gulp. The first time I drank it, I found it particularly unpleasant to drink, but the next time, although it was still unpleasant, it wasn't so hard to swallow. After finishing, I took the container to the toilet to clean it, put it back in the office, and went home after work.

I repeated these things like this for a week. I had about 7 or 8 orgasms every day. They were gentle but also very comfortable and satisfying. The biggest benefit was that it made me used to having these things inside me for 8 hours every day. I thought that if this continued, maybe later on, I wouldn't have any problems with having them inside me all day long...

For the next week, I continued to do the same thing because the wooden fish didn't give me an order to stop. However, the difference was that I couldn't go home at noon and had to stay in the office. This meant that these two things stayed inside me for 9 hours every day. He would prepare lunch for me at noon, and he would let me eat dinner before letting me go home. Every morning and evening, before and after I sat on it, he would apply some liquid medicine to my vagina and anus.

These lunches and dinners were ordinary dishes, but it seemed that some nutrients were added. Under the influence of the nutritious meals and the applied medicine, after three days, I clearly felt that my physical strength was much better. I could sit on it for nine hours every day without feeling tired or unable to bear it. By Friday, I even felt that the nine hours of exercise every day was not enough for me. My genitals were constantly leaking fluid. Even without stimulation, it was always sticky when I touched it.

He came to see me on Thursday, asking me to make him my personal driver, picking me up and dropping me off at work every day. I knew I had to do what he said, and there was no other reason. On Friday morning, I reported this to my supervisor, explaining that I needed to work overtime on the weekend, and that it wouldn't be convenient to have the regular driver on duty. I suggested that Xiao Yu be assigned to drive, firstly because he's a key employee, and secondly because he's a very good driver, which would benefit our work. My supervisor agreed. On the weekend, he called me and asked me to take a week off, saying he needed to accompany a family member to a doctor's appointment. I did, and got the leave.

On Monday morning, at 6:30, Muyu called me. "Get ready to enjoy your vacation. Today you need to prepare the following things, remember them: First, stockings, including open-crotch pantyhose, garter stockings, and see-through pantyhose. Second, the leather jacket I gave you last time. Third, prepare six miniskirts, each one very short, the longest just long enough to barely cover the top of your thighs. Fourth, two pairs of size 16 high-heeled sandals. Fifth, bring those two biggest penises from last time. After you've packed all these things, tie your hair into a ponytail, choose one of the six miniskirts, then put on the see-through pantyhose and size 16 high heels. Be waiting for me downstairs by the roadside before 7:20. Also, after you've packed everything I told you, think about what else you need to bring, since you won't be able to go home for a week."

Following Muyu's instructions, I didn't bring anything extra. I packed what he asked for, dressed as instructed, and it was already 7:10. After locking the door, I hurriedly left. On the stairs, I hadn't noticed anything, but once I stepped into the courtyard, the wind chilled my lower body, and I realized that my current attire made me look like a prostitute to anyone. I was dressed even more provocatively than a prostitute; the dress was a black, low-cut tube top. Although my breasts were small, the dress barely covered my nipples. The hem was also extremely short, just covering my upper thighs. If I bent over, or anyone looked down, they would see that I was completely naked underneath. Even without looking down, the shape of my see-through pantyhose revealed a large hole starting at the top of my thighs, and continuing down the back, where the pantyhose disappeared at my buttocks.

Anyone seeing this would know that I was completely naked down there. This outfit could be described as sexy, beautiful, or simply provocative. I couldn't care less; I could only walk to the side of the street and wait for him. 7:20 AM is early, but also late. Most office workers are just getting up, while students are almost at their classrooms. Luckily, my neighborhood is a relatively new residential area with few residents and not many people dropping their children off at school. There aren't any schools nearby either, so the streets are mostly deserted, with only a few passersby.

After Muyu picked me up, I thought he would take me somewhere, but he went straight to my office. It was probably only around 7:40 AM, and the office building was empty. Even the security guard, Old Zhang, had just gotten up.

He was carrying a box and led me directly to my office. After closing the door, he opened the box, took out a single glove, and had me stretch my arms behind my back. He slowly put the leather strap of the glove over my shoulders, covering my arms, and then, starting from the wrists, he threaded the threads one by one, tightening them like shoelaces, little by little, upwards.

I felt my forearms pressed tightly together, my elbows touching. "I didn't realize Xiao Ai had such good flexibility with both hands. Very few people can touch their elbows together like that."

He continued to tighten the belt until it was completely bound above my upper arms. Then he fastened the five leather straps, securing my hands tightly. I felt a slight pain in my shoulders as they stretched backward, but this was the first time in my life that my hands had been so tightly restrained. It felt really good; I liked this single-glove.

He pushed me against the desk, spread my legs, and then pushed my upper body down onto the desk, exposing my entire buttocks to him, my two vulvas equally displayed. He continued to apply the medicine, applying a lot, and then told me to stay in that position and not move before leaving and locking the door. After Mu Yu left, I lay there, intently feeling the sensation of my hands being so tightly bound behind my back. About 10 minutes later, he returned with breakfast. It was liquid food, but I didn't know exactly what it was, and I couldn't taste it either—it wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly good either. After we finished drinking, we got down to business.

He took out a key and opened the long-mysterious large filing cabinet. The first thing that caught my eye was two half-height iron pillars, and on top of the pillars were two terrifyingly large objects. The one in front was a huge phallus covered in stiff plastic bristles. The glans and penis were made very realistically. In terms of overall shape, it was thinner at the top, slightly wider in the middle, and slightly narrower at the tail. What terrified me most were the stiff bristles and its size. I estimated its length to be around 26 centimeters, its thickest part to be about 7 centimeters, and its thinnest part to be at least 6 centimeters. Strangely, at the bottom of this fake phallus was a transparent, funnel-like object.

Then there's the thing behind it, a string of large gourds, each covered in stiff plastic bristles. The small spheres aren't aligned; the central axis is curved, making each sphere feel misaligned. Once it starts spinning, these little spheres would surely wreak havoc on my rectum.

At the bottom of the cabinet are two footprints, not complete, but designed like high heels. Each footprint has a ball of the foot and a heel. The ball of the foot is concave, while the heel has a small, round hole just big enough for the heel to fit through. The footprints face inwards into the cabinet, so when I stand inside, I'm facing the wall, my back to the cabinet door.

Then there's the inner wall of the cabinet, a smooth, metallic-looking metal plate. Above that, at the top, is a hollow tube connected to a 5.5 cm plug. The tube passes through the middle of the plug, which has straps on both sides. At the bottom of the cabinet was a small rectangular box with a thin tube attached to the outside. At the top of the tube was something like a catheter, followed by a small clamp connected to an electrical wire. That was all.

Mumu took off my black tube top and threw it into the corner at the bottom of the cabinet. He went in first and lowered the two iron pillars slightly. Then I stood on the two footprints. Because the footprints were designed very close together, my chest was pressed against the smooth metal plate. At this point, he raised the two iron pillars, and a huge thing slowly entered my body.

He continued to raise it, and I gradually felt I couldn't go any deeper; I couldn't take it anymore. Although I was wearing 16-centimeter high heels, I still tried my best to tiptoe to avoid those two guys. Although I didn't feel like I was actually tiptoeing, I definitely needed to exert a lot of force on the balls of my feet to maintain this position. At this point, he stopped and fixed the height of the two iron pillars. In other words, the highest point of these iron pillars was the highest my feet could reach. If these iron pillars didn't lower, or if I could use my hands to pull myself up, I would absolutely have no chance of getting down from there. Next, he inserted the small tube into my urethra and inflated the small ball inside. This way, the catheter was firmly locked inside my body, and my urine would flow into the tube uncontrollably at any time.

He then pulled on my clitoral ring and fiddled with it for a while, which was equivalent to directly stimulating my clitoral head. The sensation was very intense. After he played with it for about 10 times, my clitoris, which was not cooperating, became erect. Then he pulled down my clitoral ring forcefully, and when my clitoris was completely exposed, he quickly clamped the wire-cored clip that extended from the small box onto my clitoris. A sharp pain stimulated me.

My body and legs trembled uncontrollably, but the pain subsided after a short while, instead drawing my attention to the sensitive area where the clamps were tightening. Finally, he pulled the gag off, and I forced my mouth open, craning my neck and tilting my head back to finally manage to put the gag in my mouth. He then fastened the belt behind my head, stretching me to my limit and making me stand upright inside the cabinet.

After setting me up, he said, "Designing this device took me several days. I believe you'll have a lot of fun in it. I need to remind you that today, from 8 am to 7 pm, 11 hours, I'll stay here. I trust my slutty superwoman will be fine. While you're playing, be careful; the clamp on your clitoris is connected to direct current. This current is not the same as what you're used to; its stimulation far exceeds your imagination. If you behave, it won't shock you, but if you remove your nipples from the metal plate, or lift the heels of your high heels, it will shock you! Until you remove your nipples again..." Put it back, put the high heel back in. I believe you can't withstand the electricity. Of course, the heel in both holes acts as a switch, a power switch for the penis inside you. Once you step in and turn on the switch, they will work at maximum power, and your nipples will receive irregular electric shocks. Of course, all of this is to make you feel good. How long you feel good is up to you. If you feel uncomfortable, as I just mentioned, if you lift your foot or move your nipples, your clitoris will make you feel good again. In short, this cabinet is for your enjoyment. Then you don't need to eat anything; you see the penis. The funnel below, right? This funnel is undoubtedly for collecting your enormous amount of vaginal fluid. If you didn't catch all that fluid and let it flow out, would the cabinet leak? I can't explain it to my colleagues, so you have to deal with your own mess. The vaginal fluid collected in this funnel will flow through the tube inside this iron pillar into the container below. Your urine will also flow into that container. I've put enough nutrients in the container; once your fluids enter, they will mix with the nutrients. When the container is full, that is, 1000cc, it will be processed by the compressor next to it... All this liquid is forced to the top of the cabinet, which is the tube in your gag, entering your mouth, and then re-entering your body, circulating endlessly, so you won't starve. You can have the strength to last a very long time. Hehe, that's enough of the explanation, enjoy! I'll use your office now, I'll meet your friends here, and I'll stay here with you."

After saying that, he closed the door, followed by the sound of it locking. I knew that all the sounds I made inside were now inaudible outside. What awaited me was immense pleasure and stimulation, which was my favorite thing all along.

About 30 seconds after locking the door, I believe he turned on the power switch. Because I wasn't paying attention, my nipples weren't pressed tightly against the metal surface, and the first stimulation I received was a huge electric shock to my clitoris. This shock felt like excruciating pain, a heart-wrenching pain. I let out a painful howl, but inside the cabinet, only deep "ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh" snorting could be heard; nothing could be heard outside. Before I could react, I quickly pressed my breasts against it.

At this moment, the penis began to rotate violently, its hard plastic bristles scraping against my inner walls. This stimulation was completely different from the granules I'd used before. Those granules were smooth inside the outer skin of the penis, while this was made of individual hard bristles. The stimulation was intense, like countless fingers digging into my inner walls. Simultaneously, the penis was thrusting in and out at high speed, each time penetrating to the deepest point and withdrawing to the very entrance, delivering deep impact with each thrust. The "big belly" of the penis, entering and exiting my vagina, brought twice the pleasure of a regular penis.

This penis was the most pleasurable stimulation I'd ever experienced, but the stimulation from this setup went far beyond that.

The five large, round balls inside my rectum were constantly rotating, and the bristles on them were giving my intestinal walls endless pleasure. Because these five balls weren't in a straight line, their positions changed with each rotation, like a meat grinder constantly and irregularly expanding my intestinal walls. And because they were beads, my anus contracted violently with each insertion and withdrawal, and the speed was incredibly fast. My nipples, once pressed against the metal plate, were constantly stimulated by a tingling electric current, hardening and trembling. It was so stimulating…

I was double-teamed. Just one minute later, I experienced my first orgasm, my body trembling to the extreme. The orgasm, which only lasted a minute, lasted for three minutes… I groaned loudly with pleasure, "Ugh… ugh… ugh…" I

kept moaning. But these things didn't care whether I orgasmed or not, and continued to stimulate me relentlessly. At most, I ejaculated again after 3 minutes. Within 20 minutes, I ejaculated 4 times. At this point, it seemed that the liquid below was full. I heard the compressor start up. About a minute later, streams of clear, sticky liquid with white viscous substance entered my mouth directly through the gag. I couldn't spit it out because my mouth was stuffed to the maximum extent, and the liquid kept pouring in. I could only swallow, swallowing my own vaginal fluid mouthful by mouthful...

I couldn't take it anymore. I moved my nipples away, and the dildo and the things in my anus stopped. I instantly felt relieved, but this relaxation only lasted for 6 seconds. The huge electric current in my clitoris came again, and I was shocked so badly that my whole body trembled and I screamed again... I quickly put my nipples back on, and then the two things started working again. In this way, such intense stimulation was constantly stimulating me.

My mind went blank. It was so comfortable and stimulating. I began to enjoy it all. I was truly grateful to Mumu. I don't know how many times I orgasmed or how many times my own juices were poured into me. I only remember passing out in the constant pleasure of orgasm and waking up in the same pleasure. Sometimes I would wake up from the intense electric shocks to my clitoris. But I clearly remember that I lost control of my bladder four times because the smell of the urine mixed with the urine was pungent and fishy...

At 6:30 pm, of course, I deduced this time from when he put me down later, the cabinet door was opened by Mumu. By then, I was soaked in my own sweat, glistening and translucent. My legs were trembling incessantly, and my two little holes were still being constantly stimulated. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my back, followed by my buttocks, legs…

Mumu was whipping me. Each strike was powerful, but not the kind of pain that comes from a real beating. Each strike was just right, making me feel pain without causing harm. Whip after whip, my back, my buttocks, my waist, my legs were constantly being whipped. Amidst the pain, I also felt a different kind of pleasure. I squirted again, large gushes of vaginal fluid gushing out from the gaps as his penis went in and out, spraying into the funnel and flowing down into the container below.

Mumu humiliated me while whipping me, “Slut, you feel pleasure when you’re being whipped! You can even orgasm when you’re being whipped! You’re a complete slut.”

After saying that, he increased the force of the whipping…

After about 20 minutes of whipping, I experienced three more orgasms, and after being filled with vaginal fluid for the last time, Mumu turned off all the power, removed the gag from my mouth, lowered the two iron rods below, and helped me out. Surprisingly, despite the prolonged stimulation and numerous orgasms, I didn't feel exhausted like before. I only felt a little tired, and my two orifices didn't feel red, swollen, or painful. They closed up perfectly again after about five minutes. Perhaps this is the effect of the long-term nourishing treatment and medication he applied. It's wonderful, and I feel like I can continue…?

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