Female colleague attends high-society BDSM club

When I opened my eyes, I saw two dominatrixes standing beside me. Their attire today was vastly different from usual. First, their hair was styled in an updo, making them look much more energetic. Their faces were heavily made up with smoky makeup, making them alluring and beautiful, their serious expressions seemingly signifying their status. Below, one wore a purple corset, the other a bright red one, their breasts accentuated by the corsets, appearing full and rounded. Further down were purple and red leather pants tightly hugging their legs, extending to their thighs, both wearing black 16cm high-heeled boots that covered the pant legs. Their lower bodies were also exposed. This was the first time I had seen their physical lines, and to be honest, they were both quite well-built. Especially noteworthy were the nipple rings they wore, though a size smaller than the ones I was wearing. They wore gloves of matching colors, a standard queenly attire.

They stood beside my bed, next to a car, their eyes fixed on me. "You're awake? We've been waiting for you for ages. To make sure you got enough rest, we let you sleep until you naturally woke up. It's getting late, it's already 3 PM. The grand opening ceremony is at 8 PM tonight, and you're the star of the show. Get up and get dressed!"

After saying that, they pulled me to the bathroom, washed me clean, and then quickly dragged me back to the room where I had been sleeping and made me sit on the bed. One of them did my makeup, and the other did my hair. After they finished, they made me stand up. First, they put a wide and heavy bright red choker around my neck. This choker had four steel rings around the perimeter, so my head couldn't be lowered; I could only tilt it back.

Then they put a pair of very ordinary flesh-colored stockings on me. Next, they started to put a bright red one-piece leather suit on me. The leather was very soft, and both its sheen and its fine texture were top-notch. First, they put on the feet. The bodysuit included the stockings, and when they were putting it on, it was obvious the leather suit was a size too small; the pant legs were even thinner than my legs. That's why they put on stockings. With the stockings on the outside, my legs slid in easily. Then they pulled it up forcefully, and the hips were on. Now, from my hips to my toes, the leather suit clung tightly to my skin, revealing the curves of my lower body.

The opening of the suit was at the back, but not with a zipper; it was like a corset that needed to be tightened with a drawstring. They applied some talcum powder to my hands, then stuffed my hands into the two sleeves, making sure every finger was inside, before slowly pulling on the rest of the suit. The body part of the suit was large; except for two round holes that exposed my breasts, everything else was tightly covered, even the neck area.

They tightened the drawstring behind me, making my waist even slimmer. My breasts were now a C+ cup, and the two small round holes seemed a bit too small, so my two mounds appeared exceptionally full and round, hanging prominently on my chest, constricted by the smaller openings. After I was dressed, they pushed a mirror in front of me. In the mirror, I stood tall and proud by the bed, wearing a bright red suit. My hair was styled in an elegant updo, and two strands of hair fell down on either side of my face, making my oval face look particularly attractive. My makeup wasn't heavy, but it was still a bit more subtle than light makeup, with a faint blush on my face. The eyeliner, brow line, and eyeshadow made my large eyes appear smaller, turning them into fox-like, seductive eyes, while my lips were covered with thick, bright red lip gloss, making me look exceptionally sexy. My entire face looked like that of a lustful woman in heat.

The bright red leather jacket accentuated my curvaceous figure, without a single wrinkle, especially the perfect and alluring curves from my hips down. My breasts, squeezed out by the jacket, were round and full, like ripe peaches swaying precariously. A wisp of black pubic hair peeked out, shimmering with gold. The jacket had a small crotch, perfectly covering my hips, but effectively leaving room for abusing my genitals. My golden clitoral ring was faintly visible among the pubic hair.

They pushed the mirror aside. "Satisfied, aren't you? Mumu had this leather jacket custom-made for you by the best tailor a month ago. The material alone is quite expensive! Look at ours, it can't compare to yours at all. Hehe, come on, keep wearing it!"

They brought over a pair of black 18cm high-heeled ankle boots, the length just reaching my ankles, completely covering my feet. If I were wearing stockings, sandals would look best, but with bright red leather pants on my feet, these boots were indeed the best choice.

The boots were tied with shoelaces at the front.

Then they placed two black leather shackles around my ankles, each secured with a small padlock, the padlocks on the inside of my ankles. There were also two small steel rings on the outside of my ankles. Next, they put on a single glove of the same color, but this glove was tighter than any I'd ever used before, wrapping around my back all the way to the ends of my upper arms, almost as if my upper arms were pressed together behind my back. After that, they stopped, seemingly finishing the binding.

They helped me sit on the bed, gave me some nutritional fluid, and said, "It's 6:30 now, and it'll start in an hour and a half. We've dressed you up as requested, so we just need to wait. But it's a bit boring. Shall we chat? Or maybe we should train you a little?"

I was indeed bored. "Let's chat first. Whether you train me or not is entirely up to you."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"We've been together every day for the past month, but I still don't know your names or how to address you. What's your relationship with Mumu? How did you end up here?"

It's true, I haven't spoken to them much for the past month. They've only occasionally mentioned things to me, so I don't know how to address them. Besides, I've been enjoying myself to the point of exhaustion every day for the past month; I haven't had the energy or inclination to talk to them. Now that the transformation is over, I feel fine physically and mentally, so why not chat?

"We met online during Mumu's university years. You don't need to know our names, and no submissive would ask a dominant's name. From now on, you can call me Sister Juan and her Sister Qin. We're both dominant, just like Mumu. We have similar needs for submissives, so we became good friends. But among the three of us, Mumu is the most thoughtful, so we treat him like an older brother and listen to him. After graduation, the three of us encouraged each other to become professional dominants and BDSM practitioners, so we studied a lot more, such as psychology, medicine, nutrition, chemistry, etc. After that, we worked at SM clubs in Beijing and Shanghai. Three months ago, Mumu asked us to come help him, but he didn't tell us why. We handled a lot of things and made arrangements with the two clubs before coming here a month ago."

After Sister Juan finished speaking, Sister Qin continued, "Hehe, although he didn't tell us, we still know you are..." "Xiao Gao is a leader, that is, Mu Mu's leader. We all know about your sadomasochistic relationship. Mu Mu used to like you a lot, but it seems that you were too promiscuous, only wanting sex from him and having no feelings at all. So Mu Mu felt that he couldn't get nothing from you, so he used you to deal with a few leaders and then used you as a stepping stone to get to his current position."

Sister Juan continued, "Actually, I feel that Mu Mu still likes you quite a bit. You can tell from the clothes you're wearing. He wants you to be the most beautiful, and he's willing to spend a lot of money. Moreover, the nutritional meals you usually eat and the drugs you use are very expensive. The reason he gives them to you is because he knows that you want to get the ultimate pleasure. These drugs are to transform you and protect you at the same time. When he offered you to a few leaders, he seemed to be in a bad mood during that time. He would ask us to talk to him every day, but he didn't tell us. We found out about these things later through another male online friend of his."

"Sisters, I have a question for you. You said Mumu likes me, and he confessed his love to me. We've been classmates since childhood, so he should want me. But we've had so many opportunities, why doesn't he take advantage of me?"

"Xiao Gao, that's his biggest sore spot. Actually, he's still a virgin. You're the only one in his heart. When he came to you, he considered taking you, but he chose to give you what you wanted first. So he designed those devices for you. After being good to you and caring for you, when your heart turned to him, he confessed his love and wanted you to be his woman. He wanted to take you then. Of course, he knew you weren't a virgin, so to let you experience SM pleasure, he didn't hesitate to tie you to a tree and let strangers gang rape you. But now, you're already the plaything of several leaders..." "It's a thing, and Mumu needs to rely on them now. They're a community of shared interests, and Mumu can't argue with them. So I think he's probably still in love with you, reluctant to let you go, but also helpless. They can use you anytime. Mumu might already feel that you don't belong to him alone, but are just a public sex object for so many people. Maybe he's already disgusted with you and wants to give you up. So he doesn't want you now, and he probably won't have a relationship with you in the future. Of course, this is just my guess; we haven't talked to Mumu about it,"

Sister Juan said, while Sister Qin nodded vigorously beside her.

Hearing them say this, I felt a pang of sadness, as if I had lost someone who loved me most. But I also felt a sense of despair, not for Mumu, but for my own future. Perhaps the self-respect I had tried so hard to maintain, the personality I had tried so hard to preserve, might no longer exist. Perhaps even my personal freedom would be gone. Serving in this club for the rest of my life... The feelings in my heart made me look depressed.

At this moment, Sister Qin stood up and said, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Time's almost up. Come on, adjust your mindset, find your place and feel!"

After saying that, Sister Juan also nodded and stood up. She patted my shoulder twice. They went to the table and took a huge gag, which was at least 6.5 centimeters in diameter. A small iron ring was fixed to the outer surface of the gag, and I felt that this was the limit of how wide my mouth could open.

Then they tied two ropes to my clitoral ring. These ropes were not ordinary; they were like steel wire ropes, made of golden metal, and made into very thin chains. They then passed them through the nipple rings on my left and right nipples, one on each side of me. Suddenly, the two of them looked at each other and then pulled hard in front of me with both hands. I felt immense pain and quickly got up from the bed and took a step forward. Then I saw Sister Juan pull the chain with her left hand and use a thin rubber strip in her right hand to hit my buttocks, back, and the back of my thighs. Sister Qin also used the chain in her left hand and a 5-centimeter-wide, 20-centimeter-long rubber board in her right hand to hit my chest and abdomen.

They hit various parts of my body from the front and back, left and right, while pulling the chain to stimulate my clitoris and nipples. It was both painful and stimulating, and I started to dodge. At this moment, Sister Qin increased the force of her blows on my chest. "Don't move!"

The pain made me stop moving immediately and stand obediently to let them hit me. Sister Qin continued, "Stand with your legs apart! We can be friends while we're chatting, but remember, you're the submissive, and we're the dominatrix. You must obey us; there's no room for negotiation!"

I immediately nodded and spread my legs. The wide rubber board in front of me then struck my genitals, hitting my clitoral ring as well. It hurt, but it was also somewhat stimulating. They hit me for about 10 minutes, and then I convulsed and ejaculated. They stopped while I was ejaculating, but as soon as I finished, they started again, hitting me for about 30 minutes straight. My libido had been completely brought to its peak.

They checked their watches. "It's already 7:20. We should probably meet at the main gate," Sister Juan said. Then, the two of them found two clean, damp towels and wiped the saliva off my leather clothes, leaving no trace. Then, one on each side, they pulled me along the two chains towards the main gate. The new clitoral ring was indeed very wicked. Now, with every step I took, I was rubbing my clitoris, and the pleasure kept flooding my brain. When I was halfway there, I orgasmed again. The two girls shook their heads and smiled, took a towel and wiped my legs clean, and continued walking.

When we reached the hall, I saw that it was dark and there were only a few people, but I could hear a lively commotion outside the door. At this moment, Mumu walked in front of us, looked me up and down carefully, touched my nipple ring and clitoral ring, and nodded. Then he glanced at the two girls and nodded as well, indicating that we should follow him.

We followed him to the main entrance, which was closed. They told me to walk to the back of the center of the entrance, where there was a thin aluminum alloy steel pipe with a dome. A rope about 2cm thick extended from the bottom of the dome, and this rope extended out from the crack in the door. The height of the steel pipe was about 5cm below my navel, roughly at my waist. The two women, one on each side, lifted me up, took my left foot over the rope, and lowered me. The rope dug deep into the middle of my vaginal opening; I knew it was a hip rope. The tall steel pipe pressed against my buttocks; I knew I couldn't back down, and getting off the rope was impossible. Then I felt them bring my legs together and tightly wrap them around my knees with a leather strap, preventing my legs from separating. This made it even more impossible for me to step down. Then a black cloth was placed over my head, plunging me into darkness. I could only hear people walking around me and behind me, and finally, the voices of several women beside me.

Suddenly, all the sounds around me stopped. Music started playing outside the door—just a short intro—followed by a wooden voice outside.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Good evening!"

Welcome to the 'High-Level Sadism Club'! On behalf of the club, I extend a warm welcome to everyone! Thank you all for your support! Today is the auspicious day of our club's official opening, and we are about to hold a grand opening ceremony. Before the ceremony begins, let me introduce our club to everyone. First of all, this is an SM club, open only to male Dom and female Sub. In other words, this is a paradise for all Doms, a paradise for Subs, and a school for SM enthusiasts to learn and emulate. Doms can release their pent-up emotions and frustrations here, freely expressing their feelings on Subs, while Subs can experience ultimate pleasure and personally feel the happiness of being a woman! "

After paying the membership fee, you can enjoy services here. You can request each M to serve you, or you can request a M to become your exclusive M. You can also have your own independent gaming space, but you cannot take the Ms here with you. Of course, if you have your own M, we can provide you with more professional tools to create the best gaming environment for you. Welcome to join us!" "

At the same time, we also welcome female Ms to join. Here you can enjoy professional training, your sexual function can be developed, your body can be health-promoted, and most importantly, you can achieve the highest level of pleasure here, truly experiencing how happy it is to be a woman. And you can even get paid! So, female Ms with M inclinations are welcome to contact us. We have various ways to cooperate with you!"

"SM enthusiasts, you can treat this place like a bar, like a theater. There are SM performances every night. You can learn techniques here, as long as you spend money here. When you feel professional enough, you can apply to become a member or a full-time M!"

"As I just mentioned, there are only male S and female M here. So after entering through this door behind me, female customers must change clothes according to the rules here. See the left side? This is the changing room. We provide clothes for rent. You can only enter after you are dressed and made up according to the requirements."

"Finally, let me solemnly introduce why our club is called 'Gao's Torture'. The meaning of 'torture' is self-explanatory, and 'Gao' signifies high standards, high quality, and a high level of artistry. See this large statue? I believe it represents every man's dream woman. If your woman were in front of you like this, wouldn't you want to torture her?"

"Yes!"

Countless voices outside echoed in agreement.

"This statue isn't just a statue; the person on it is our club's mistress! Our number one submissive! Her surname is Gao, and 'Gao's Torture' also means that our main focus here is torturing her! Now, let's welcome our mistress, our number one submissive, to the stage!"

As I finished speaking, I heard the door open, followed by the sudden removal of the black cloth covering me. Deafening screams, cheers, and applause erupted from the audience. Several spotlights shone on me, obscuring my vision for a moment. A instant later, I saw Sister Juan and Sister Qin standing on either side of me, holding the two gold chains. Their bodies were also brightly lit, but they didn't flinch, as if they were used to it. Next, I saw that the marble pavement between the main entrance and the raised platform in the middle of the parking lot was covered with a red carpet, like a "Walk of Fame" (Walk of Fame? Haha). Above the red carpet, a rope was suspended in the air, with a thick knot every 50 centimeters. The rope was very taut, showing no signs of looseness, feeling as hard as a steel cable, not swaying at all. Police tape was strung up on both sides of the road, and more than 100 security guards stood on both sides to maintain order, not allowing anyone to enter this "Walk of Fame," that is, not allowing anyone to get close to us. They were wearing uniform, smart uniforms, helmets, bulletproof vests, and two rubber batons at their waists, as if telling everyone not to cause trouble!

Looking around, the entire parking lot was full of cars, and behind the security guards, there was a crowd of people, conservatively estimated to be at least 4,000 people, mostly men, with only a few women. I saw that these people were illuminated by something, but it wasn't the feeling of a lamp. The entire area was bright, and their shadows on the ground were directly in front of me, meaning the light was coming from this building. Judging from the brightness and range, there was definitely a large LED screen on the roof of this building. Just like when Mumu showed me to her employees in the bureau compound, today was no exception—showing me to all the customers. Their gasps and screams just now must have come from seeing a close-up of me.

This was the first time in my life that I appeared before the world dressed so provocatively, so lewdly, tightly bound, and powerless to resist or escape. The once shrewd, capable, and mature Director Gao, with her delicate features radiating youthful beauty, had been transformed into today's heavily made-up, seductive, lewd, and degrading number one female submissive. I was filled with shame, but I couldn't escape the gazes of the crowd. I was being stimulated by the ropes around my hips, which were already soaked with my own fluids.

My nipples and clitoris were being pulled, and my body was tightly bound. What could I do? How could I possibly hide from them? I couldn't even turn my face away! I was utterly ashamed. I wanted to find a hole to crawl into, to dig a pit and bury myself, to end this lewd life. These were the thoughts my reason dictated. But my body, my intuition, told me that in front of so many people, I should display my perfect figure and perfect appearance to the fullest, making men want to possess me, making all women feel ashamed. Maybe they would be jealous or insulting, but it wouldn't matter. I was better than them, and could they match these bonds I wore?

Would they look as beautiful as me in this outfit? Perhaps my body, perhaps deep down my heart, was aroused in this situation, my brain filled with all sorts of excited feelings, as if my nipples, breasts, genitals, and the skin of my entire body were being caressed by countless people. I think it's true what Mumu said; I am indeed an incredibly wanton female masochist. All those previous images were just self-deception. This is my true self. What I crave isn't respect or achievement, but to be ruthlessly bound, relentlessly sexually stimulated, and relentlessly abused, to give me the highest pleasure and the most tangible satisfaction for my body. There's no need to think about it anymore now; let nature take its course.

I felt a slight, pulling pain in my clitoris, followed by a sensation in my nipples. Sister Juan and Sister Qin walked forward, and I barely moved my feet and body using only my calves. I walked very slowly, while they walked very fast. My nipples and clitoris were being relentlessly dragged, and pain and stimulation filled my brain. Then I felt a whip strike on each of my buttocks. The whipping didn't stop; it continued, one strike after another. There were two more people behind me, but I couldn't see them. Their whipping and the pulling from the two in front all had the same purpose: to make me walk faster. But how fast could I walk in this attire? Speed couldn't be increased, but their pulling and whipping were a performance, greatly arousing the emotions of the surrounding audience. The audience shouted loudly, "Walk faster! Hit harder! Hit the thighs! Hit the chests!"

Slowly, I walked to the eaves of the theater entrance. Ahead was the first knot. The rope was tightly embedded in the middle of my vagina. With each step, the rope rubbed against my clitoris, vaginal opening, labia minora and majora, vulva, and anus. Although it didn't have the comfortable stimulation of direct penetration, the excitement it brought was not to be underestimated. The

first knot first touched my clitoris and clitoral ring, rubbing against my clitoris and entering the area of my labia minora. This rubbing sent a jolt of electricity straight to my brain, very stimulating. Next, the knot passed through each part in turn, and then there was the second knot. Just as Sister Juan and Sister Qin had tested, my clitoris was the most sensitive part of my body. Now, my clitoris was not only being pulled but also being relentlessly scraped by the knot. The stimulation was almost as intense as an AV wand, only I was walking slowly, and the frequency was very slow.

Pulled along by those in front and driven by those behind, I walked about 20 meters before having an orgasm, squirting, my juices dripping down the rope and running down my thighs. Various cheers, laughter, and applause erupted from the audience. I continued walking.

Then Mumu spoke again: "Our number one M is our prized possession. She's different from the other Ms; she doesn't accept requests from members, she doesn't serve any customers, but we believe everyone has come to our club for her. Therefore, she will perform in the lobby at fixed times, and depending on the performance, someone might have the opportunity to abuse her. We also hold competitions featuring our number one M from time to time, and you'll have the chance to participate and abuse her alongside her. And as long as you come to the club, you can see her; she's our icon!"

Hearing Mumu's words, the icon? Standing on a high platform in the middle of the parking lot, I would become a statue there? The best advertising? The best icon? I immediately thought of that platform and focused my eyes on it. The platform was completely different from what it had been a month ago. A small, transparent room stood atop it, its five sides transparent except for the bottom. Each edge was made of opaque angle steel, which appeared quite sturdy. The rest of the room was still unclear.

The five of us slowly made our way to the bottom of the platform's steps. The 100-meter-long path, with 200 knots, passed over my genitals. I had four orgasms along the way, but the friction should have been painful; I didn't feel it. The ropes looked rough, but they didn't feel as painful as I expected when they passed over my genitals—perhaps they had been specially treated. A stainless steel pipe, the same height as the one inside the gate, stood in front of me. I had reached the end; I couldn't go any further. At this moment, Sister Juan and Sister Qin came back, bent down, and untied the leather straps from my knees. They continued to pull on my clitoris and nipples, leading me into the small, transparent room.

There were no lights in the room, only an LED display screen and a few spotlights following us, making the room quite bright. Sister Juan and Sister Qin first bent down to look for something on the floor on either side of me. Then, they each pulled my feet to one side, and suddenly I felt my high heels sink into something shallow, but noticeably lower. I also felt my feet couldn't move left or right after sinking in. Then, I suddenly felt the soles and heels of my shoes get stuck, and with my feet fixed, I was wearing 18cm heels, my legs spread wide at a 60-degree angle, further exposing my lower body.

Next, Sister Juan and Sister Qin lifted my single glove from behind, forcing me to bend over to cooperate. When it was almost parallel to my shoulders, they secured it to something. Then I saw Sister Juan reach her hand in front of my head, groping around. I wondered what she was looking for. Sister Juan found the thing. I looked closely and saw it was a transparent rope. Although it was transparent, you could still see it if you looked closely; it was like a thicker fishing line, only more transparent.

She threaded the transparent rope through the small steel ring in front of the gag, lifted my chin with her hand, and tightened the rope at the same time, almost pushing me to my limit, before tying a knot to secure it. At this point, my face was directly in front of me, meaning the people in front could clearly see my facial expression. A lot of "spectators" had gathered in front of me

, all staring intently at me. After that, I couldn't see what was happening below anymore; I could only communicate with the audience through eye contact…

I felt the ropes on the nipple ring and clitoral ring being removed, replaced by some other line attached to them. Then I heard Sister Juan and Sister Qin walk behind me. They left the small room, took out a lock, and locked it. Then I heard the sound of a machine starting up, followed by gasps from the audience. I didn't know what it was, but I soon realized that two vibrating dildos, the size I used in training, were inserted into my vagina and anus, and a small thing was pressing against my clitoris.

At that moment, I felt the spotlights in the arena leave the small room, but immediately, many small spotlights suddenly lit up in every corner and side of the room, making the entire room brightly lit, even brighter than before. Before, there were shadows under my body, but now no corner of my body or any corner of the room was clearly illuminated. Suddenly, I felt a light from a distance irritate my eyes. Although I couldn't move my head, I raised my eyes and followed the light.

A large LED screen stood atop the opposite mountaintop, displaying the image of my current glass room. The top of the screen showed the club's name – "High-Level Torture Club."

The figure in the image was me, my body tightly wrapped in a bright leather jacket, which, combined with my high heels, accentuated the curves of my legs and body, creating a sexy silhouette. The leather jacket gleamed under the lights, further emphasizing my presence.

I was bent over, my hands tightly bound behind my back and arched upwards, my head tilted back, displaying my face. Between my widely spread legs, two parallel steel pipes extended from the ground, each topped with a massive vibrating dildo – only the tips were visible. Attached to the front of the pipe was something resembling an AV dildo, but with a much smaller head covered in fine, stiff hairs. The

entire image consisted only of me; there were no incongruous ropes. It was as if I myself, with my hands behind my back, head raised, chest thrust out, and buttocks raised, was inserting myself into the massive dildo – incredibly lewd and captivating. It turns out my "promotion" wasn't just limited to the club; it extended to the outside world. I'm sure passing vehicles on nearby roads will see this image and see me.

Mumu and the others are really willing to invest. These LED screens inside and outside the theater, and on the mountaintop, must have cost a fortune. But from a promotional perspective, it's definitely very effective outdoor advertising, and with me as the content of the promotion, I believe the effect will be excellent. At this moment, the thing in my lower body started working, less intense than during training. I felt electric shocks coming from my nipples, and my clitoris was vibrating in addition to the electric shocks. The stimulation from this kind of AV dildo was indeed much stronger than those with large round heads, but it couldn't compare to the intense vibration of two large round heads clamping my clitoris. Pleasure quickly swept through my brain, and I slightly twisted my body, enjoying the stimulation. Then, my intense lust plunged me into self-intoxication. I no longer cared about the audience watching me, the surrounding lights, the words around me, or anything else. I just wanted to orgasm, orgasm again and again...

At this moment, Mumu spoke, and a group of people left me and gathered around, but I had no mind to listen to what Mumu was saying. After a while, I saw that the vast majority of the audience, whether they had heard Mumu speak earlier or were around me, had stopped in front of a notice board at the edge of the parking lot to my right. Everyone was looking at it very carefully, some even taking pictures with their phones, and some taking notes, as if it were some kind of announcement. After a while, the crowd went inside the theater, and people would only occasionally come to look at me. I was comfortably alone in the small, transparent room. I

don't know how much time had passed, but there were very few cars left in the courtyard, and everything around me was quiet. A sliver of dawn appeared in the dark sky. I had spent the entire night here. After a while, it was just getting light, and the LED screens on the opposite mountain went out. I thought, maybe I can finally be free?

Just then, I heard the sound of a door opening behind me, and I felt a surge of joy. Then I saw Sister Juan walk up to me, look at me, and touch my face. My gag was then removed from behind my head, but immediately a straw was shoved in, forcing me to drink a large glass of nutrient solution. Before I could even lick my lips, the gag was shoved back in, and after securing it, Sister Juan and the others left. I panicked. Shouldn't they have come to untie me? I protested with "woof woof woof," but in return, I received two slaps on my buttocks. Then the door closed, and the machine continued working. At that moment, the LED lights on the opposite mountain lit up again…

For the next five days, I remained in this small room in this position, kept in ecstasy without moving. However, there were very few customers during the day and night, which puzzled me. Sister Juan and Sister Qin diligently fed me the nutrient solution. By 1 a.m. on the fifth day, there were hardly any customers left, only a few cars parked there. Perhaps the guests had already checked into rooms and were having fun; they probably weren't leaving.

Sister Juan and Sister Qin entered my small room. This time, they truly untied me, but only removed the restraints and put away my two large penises. They helped me sit on the floor for a while to allow me to recover. It was then that I suddenly realized how much fluid I had, how many orgasms I'd had in the past few days—where had all my vaginal fluid gone? I looked around and finally found the drain opening right under my buttocks, mostly hidden by my body. This was exactly where my vagina was positioned when I was standing on it. After resting for about 10 minutes, my legs were able to move, and they helped me to the bathroom. Once

inside, they removed all my "equipment."

Sister Juan led me into the bathroom for a bath, while Sister Qin took my "equipment" and left. After a while, Sister Qin returned, and as usual, they massaged me while I soaked in the bath.

"How long will the massage last today, sister?"

I asked.

"Two hours,"

Sister Juan said.

"Aren't your hands sore, ladies? Why don't you stop massaging? I'll just sleep a little longer."

"Hehe, you seem quite concerned about us. It's alright, it's our job, and we're all used to it, it's nothing,"

Sister Qin said.

"How long will I be in there? Will I just become a statue in the club from now on?"

I asked anxiously.

"You'll be staying inside for a month now, with one day off a week. That's all we know for now,"

Sister Qin said.

Sister Juan immediately added, "No way, Mu Mu wouldn't let you be a statue here. He'll just let you do as you please. Relax and enjoy yourself! Hehe..."

Sister Juan seemed mature, experienced, considerate, and gentle. Sister Qin, on the other hand, was more lively, childlike, and straightforward, but she was still very good to me. Of course, when it came to "training" me, both of them were devils! Everyone fell silent again as they continued to massage me, and I enjoyed it.

"Why is business so bad these days?"

I asked casually.

"You don't know?"

Sister Qin asked, and I shook my head. "They've all been preparing..."

Before Sister Qin could finish speaking, Sister Juan glared at her and interrupted her.

"Hehe, if you don't know, then you never will. You'll find out eventually! Looks like our number one M is quite quick-witted, always trying to spy! Someone as big-mouthed as your sister Qin will be in big trouble if she lets something slip. So, to avoid that, I've decided that every week when you're off work, whenever we're with you, we'll gag you, so your sister Qin won't be so clueless."

Sister Juan said jokingly, but I felt that whatever they were preparing, they couldn't let me know, it must be related to me. Then they took a small gag and gagged me. By now, I'm used to all sorts of torture methods, and it doesn't matter anymore.

At 7 pm the next day, the two of them dressed me in the same gear as last time, from the gag to my feet, to the single glove, everything was there. I was certain that Sister Qin had the cleaning staff thoroughly wash this outfit yesterday. The two of them led me through the "Avenue of Stars" first, letting the rope soak up the semen, and then into the glass room. The things inside had changed. In the middle appeared a circular platform, clearly adjustable in height. Two large vibrating dildos stood in the center of the platform, one in front and one behind. Just like last time, the front dildo had an AV rod attached to it.

I was led to the platform, and the two women made me squat down, all the way down, so both dildos could be inserted completely, with the AV rod pressing against my clitoris. Then they raised the platform, about 50 centimeters high, and threaded a transparent rope through the back of my knees, tying it to hooks on either side of the small room. Next, they used the transparent rope to repeatedly wrap around my ankles and groin, binding them extremely tightly. It was impossible for me to separate them even a little; I could no longer straighten my legs. Then they used another transparent rope to tie my heels to the steel pipes of the devices in the middle, ensuring my feet could no longer move.

Then, they pulled my upper body back, making my hands support me on the round platform behind my back. They fixed the ring of the single glove to a certain place on the edge of the platform, and then used a transparent wire to pass through the gag and the strap behind my head to connect to a strap in the middle of the upper part of the single glove, pulling it tight and tying it. Finally, after connecting the power to my nipples and clitoris, they raised the two vibrators in my lower body, especially the AV rod in front, to ensure good "contact." After that, they locked the door, opened the device, and left.

Now, inside, I felt like I was squatting on the ground with my legs spread wide apart, my two holes wide open, with the large vibrators inserted. Because it felt so good, my upper body leaned back, supporting my body with my hands behind my back, and tilting my head back as if shouting, "So good, so good!" In

this position, because the two holes were wide open, the penis was inserted very deeply, and the pleasure was more intense. I felt that my orgasm frequency was higher than last week. I had been inside for a week.

The third week involved tying me up in a one-legged stance, my feet against the wall, my genitals spread wide open for stimulation. The fourth week involved using two mannequins, one on the left and one on the right. The one on the left had a dildo, and the one on the right had two dildos standing underneath it. I was then fixed in a position where I supported my weight on my knees, bent over, and my buttocks protruding, being penetrated from both ends simultaneously.

In the following two weeks, business picked up, and I felt business was booming each day. I believed my hard work in "advertising" was paying off. I had become so used to being seen that I felt that the platform was my workplace. The four weeks ended. After 28 days, two days before the month was up, they took me off and gave me a wonderful recovery massage and nutritional supplements, more thorough than ever before. On the 29th day, I was given a day off, but only allowed to stay in my room. On the 30th day, early in the morning, they took me to the room with the sensitivity testing machine.

First, they made me drink a large bottle of something that tasted like a nutrient solution, but not quite; it was much more sour and astringent. Then they applied some ointment to my clitoris and inside my vagina, tied me to the middle of the room in a spread-eagle position, and gagged me. They attached electrodes or clips to my temples, breasts, nipples, inside my vagina, inside my anus, and clitoris, but these didn't provide any electrical stimulation. After about half an hour, I gradually felt a burning sensation inside my body, and my vagina was wet. A strong sense of urgency filled my brain. After another

10 minutes, I felt unbearably itchy and started writhing. Then I heard Sister Juan say, "That's enough, you've reached your peak!"

What do you mean, "enough"? What peak? I wanted it! Penetrate me, fill me up, I want an orgasm! I felt like I was burning with desire if I didn't get it soon. Just then, a large penis entered my vagina and anus—a true godsend! Then, just like when I was being trained, they added an AV dildo, electrodes, and clamps, reaching the strongest stimulation. I wildly enjoyed this pleasure; I felt like I had reached heaven.

I orgasmed at an average rate of once every 20 seconds, each orgasm lasting about 30 seconds, followed by another orgasm and another ejaculation about 20 seconds later. It was like my genitals were geysing. Two hours passed, and I was still orgasming, feeling that my needs were still unmet, still wanting more, the desire within me continuing to burn. About half an hour later, I felt that my needs weren't as strong, but I still wanted more. At this point, everything stopped. Sister Juan said, "2 hours and 35 minutes, libido is starting to decline."

Then Sister Juan called Mu Mu and said, "Strongest stimulation, maintain peak libido for 2 hours and 35 minutes." Then I saw Sister Juan nodding continuously. After hanging up the phone, Sister Juan and Sister Qin untied me, leaving the gag in, and took me to the infirmary for a full-body checkup. After the checkup, they let me get a good night's sleep. I was woken up very early the next morning by a series of noises outside my window...

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