The female colleague actually regretted it.

I cried. Tears of sorrow, tears of regret, tears of remorse streamed down my face. I hated myself for being so lewd, for trusting Mumu, for having this fetish. What should I do now? I cried, but no sound came out; only "Waaah..."

Mumu was stunned by my intense reaction. He remained motionless for a long time. He slowly walked back to my side, touched my forehead, and said, "Xiao Ai, let me ask you a question. Is letting strangers penetrate you an insurmountable line for you?" I nodded frantically.

Mumu said, "I understand. I respect you on this point and won't force you."

After he finished speaking, I felt him press a few buttons on the remote control on my back. The huge penis inside my anus and vagina suddenly began to rotate, and pleasure surged into my brain again. The sorrow I had felt earlier vanished instantly. I felt that although these two penises appeared smooth on the surface, the granules on them were much larger, more unique, and more intensely stimulating than before when they rotated inside me. The previous penises rotated using a central axis that pushed against the surrounding steel balls, which stimulated my inner walls. This penis, however, was actually rotating. I felt about eight large granules: three at the glans, two in the middle, and three at the back. The last and the front were particularly stimulating—one rotating at the deepest point, and the other at the entrance—both the most sensitive areas.

The granules felt like they were placed on the surface of the penis; as the entire surface rotated, the granules rotated with it, each granule making complete circles, scraping against different parts of my inner walls. The granules were particularly rough, and the scraping sensation was very strong, which is why it was so stimulating this time. Moreover, I could clearly feel a distinct swelling inside my rectum and vagina as the penis rotated. Sometimes I felt a deep, intense swelling, and other times a swelling at the entrance, as if the penis was randomly inflating or thickening certain areas. Whenever the granular areas thickened, the rotating sensation became an unusually stimulating experience.

After only five minutes, my arousal reached its peak, and I was close to orgasm. At this point, Mumu seemed to notice and switched both penises to vibrate. Although I remained aroused, this arousal was far from enough to bring me to orgasm, and I protested by twisting my hips. But Mumu ignored me, instead picking up the nipple clamps, finding a screwdriver, and clamping them tightly onto my swollen nipples.

Perhaps out of fear of being freed again, I couldn't bear the pain and screamed loudly, but only "Waaaaah..." came out.

Mumu said, "It hurt a lot just now, didn't it? So don't resist anymore. I promise I won't cross your line. Be good and don't move."

After he said that, I felt like I was hypnotized, and I didn't move as he clamped my nipples back on. Then I felt the pull on my nipples, and I followed him out of the office. Then I heard him lock the door.

We walked down a corridor and down three flights of stairs. We should have been in the courtyard, but Mumu didn't continue. Instead, he led me back to the office. Why? Maybe it was because Lao Zhang had locked the big iron gate, and Mumu didn't want to disturb Lao Zhang. Immediately afterward, I heard a series of tapping sounds. I knew it was the sound of us stepping on my wetness...

He picked me up and put me on my desk, still on all fours with my buttocks raised high. Suddenly, I felt two penises returning to their previous intense rotation. The pleasure surged again, and I started to wiggle my buttocks, looking for more stimulation. Then I heard a clicking sound, and Mumu walked out of my office. What? He just left me here like that? What does he want to do? Does he want to invite others to watch? To play with?

I panicked, and at the same time, a strange impulse and a strange pleasure surged through my brain. My orgasm came one after another, a strong gush of fluid. At this moment, I heard Mumu's laughter, "Little slut, you really are lewd. You can even orgasm in the minute I went to get the mop? You're really lewd!"

"You're having a good time, but I still have to clean up the mess for you!"

After saying that, he put a basin between my legs, and then I heard him mopping the floor, followed by wiping the table. It probably took about half an hour. He seemed to be finished cleaning and plopped down in my chair.

A series of clicks of the mouse, followed by a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound from the computer. He was watching the video of me under the table. I don't know how much time passed. My mind was a blur, a blank, filled with repeated orgasms. Every part of my body ached, my legs trembled, and I was about to give up. But I couldn't change my position, so I could only remain in that state.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly from his chair, making a loud noise, as if he had fallen asleep and then woken up with a start. He picked me up and put me back on the ground, turned off the two dildos inside me, but didn't remove them. Then he pulled the chain and walked away, and I had no choice but to follow him. We went through a corridor and up three flights of stairs. A cool breeze blew onto my genitals; because of the vaginal fluid, I felt a chill in my lower body

. He stopped and removed my hood, but not my blindfold. The moment the gag slipped from my mouth, my lips went numb, and saliva dripped onto the floor. After about two minutes, my mouth regained feeling. I swallowed my saliva and moved my tongue.

He said, "Xiao Gao, today I'm here to seriously sign a slave contract with you. You need to know it's daytime now, and we're on the roof of your office building. I'm recording you. Think carefully about what you should and shouldn't say. I respect you. You know how good I've been to you before, you know my personality and temper, you know what's going on between us, and you know what I have. You also know what you'll get as my slave, so I believe you're not stupid. I'll ask you questions later, so you need to think carefully about what you should and shouldn't say, and what the consequences will be. If you say anything wrong, don't blame me later."

I knew he had recorded everything we'd been through, especially my crazy actions last night, and he even recorded my intense orgasms. I believe my lewd expression and the way I pursued pleasure were clearly recorded by those cameras. I couldn't afford to offend him, unless I wanted to completely degenerate into a shameless, lewd woman, even more lewd than a prostitute.

But Mumu has always been very good to me, and I can sense that he might still love me. He himself says so. Whether it's genuine love or a vengeful love, he won't treat me badly. And if I become his slave, I don't think he'll share me with others. In other words, whether I'm promiscuous or depraved, it'll only be in front of him. He works at our company, so I believe it won't have any impact there. Maybe what awaits me after working for him is more orgasms, a happier SM life...

What am I thinking? He's threatening me! I'm still thinking about the pleasure of SM, how shameful... Why am I thinking about this? Isn't this exactly what you want? And what can I do if I don't do what he says? Can you fight back against him? What bargaining chips do you have? Indeed, I've made my decision: I'm going to be his slave. "Muyu, go ahead and speak."

He paused for a moment when he heard me speak. "Muyu? You still remember me?"

"Of course I remember. You know, that letter was the shortest love letter I've ever received, and also the most unique. I remember the name. And you said I didn't notice you back then. Actually, I knew all along that there was that pretty boy in the next class who was watching me all the time. I just didn't expect you to be Muyu, and I didn't expect that you still hadn't given up on me after all these years. I also didn't expect that you would get me in this way."

He paused, then remained silent for about five minutes. "Alright, let's not talk about the past. You and I have been doing SM for so many years, I believe you're happy. Let's begin." "

What's your name?" "

Gao Xiaoai."

"Age?"

"Born in 1984, 25 this year."

"Occupation?"

"Government civil servant, deputy director at xxxxx unit."

"Height, measurements?"

"Height 168 cm, bust 32B, waist 1.9 feet, hips 92."

"What are your hobbies?"

"Singing, dancing, sports, SM."

"What are you in SM?"

"M." "

What is M?"

I thought for a moment. I couldn't answer this question carelessly, so I went along with him. "M is a masochist, a slave."

"Very good, let's get back to the point. What kind of M do you consider yourself?"

I pondered for a moment. "I am a lewd, sadistic, and sexually aroused masochist." "Very good, as expected of a top student, as expected of Director Gao, as expected of my leader, you switch roles quickly, I'm very pleased. Now, please state your aspirations."

"I volunteer to become Yu Mu, that is, Mu Mu's personal sex slave. From now on, Yu Mu is my S, everything I have belongs to Yu Mu. Yu Mu can abuse me at any time, can make me do anything at any time, can use me at any time. Of course, I hope that you can treat me as your personal property and do not want anyone else to share me with you."

Saying this should make him happy, and if he can listen to me, I will be safe.

He didn't speak or move, and paused for a long time. Then my blindfold was taken off. My eyes were not adjusted to the outside light from the darkness, and I couldn't see anything clearly. After about a minute, I could see Mu Mu clearly in front of me. He was wearing a black slim-fit suit, a gray shirt, and had a buzz cut. Yes, it was the pretty boy Yu Mu, but for the first time, I found that he could be considered handsome when he dressed up. He rubbed his eyes, perhaps moved, perhaps finally receiving what he hadn't had for so many years. Of course, this is just my guess; maybe he was just rubbing his eyes because he hadn't woken up properly.

"Xiao Ai, actually, I wasn't recording anything. Like I said, I still love you. I went to great lengths to be by your side because I still love you. I want you to be happy, I want you to be blessed. Even if you don't love me, I'm willing to love you in my own way. After learning you like BDSM, I decided I wanted to give you the happiest thing in life—constant orgasms. I never imagined the woman of my dreams would be so wanton, but I also never imagined your pride was so strong. You're a qualified woman, a successful woman, but you're not a qualified submissive yet. I remember what you said earlier. I hope you're sincere, and I hope you won't break your promise. From now on, you're my submissive. At work, you're still yourself, but in everything in life, you belong to me, understand? Although I love you and want to be good to you, you can't betray me. If one day I get angry, I think I might do something to betray you..."

"Wooden Fish, I know how good you are to me, and I understand your heart. Thank you for being with me all these years, and thank you for bringing me so much joy. What I said earlier was to please you, but that's what I truly felt. From now on, I'm your submissive. Outside of work, we'll be the same as before; whatever you say goes."

Wooden Fish nodded, and following the pull of my nipples, we returned to my office. I lay face down next to my desk as usual. He placed the basin on the table—the one that had been between my legs the previous night—in front of me. It was a small basin, but it was more than half full of water, probably about the same amount as a large bottle of Pepsi. I had leaked so much water in the middle of the night? Could the drugs he mentioned really be that effective?

"Drink this water and we'll go home and rest. You must be thirsty. Even though it's vaginal fluid, it still has some moisture, and it's your own. What are you afraid of? Drink it!"

I didn't want to argue with him, after all, I had just said I would listen to him. But how could I drink it? My hands were still tied! I understood. He wanted me to drink water like a puppy. Although I resented being treated like a dog, and I loathed this humiliating and insulting treatment, it was part of the SM game, I guess. As long as he didn't actually treat me like a dog, didn't really disrespect me, and didn't give me any dignity, it was fine.

So I buried my head in the water and drank. It tasted sour and astringent, and it was sticky—it was definitely my vaginal fluid. After taking a big gulp, I looked up at him. He laughed, "Okay, my good little Ai, that's enough. I'll buy you some milk later." Then he untied all my restraints, took out the dildo from inside me, grabbed a towel and wiped my face and body, then took the dress I wore yesterday from the box, helped me put it on, asked for the car keys, and then carried me downstairs, got in the car, and took me home. After I took a shower, I fell into a deep sleep.

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