I command you to lick him.

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Today is the 9th day you've worn the chastity belt for me. How do you feel? Nine whole days, do you think I don't know

how ? Your poor penis, no, your poor toy, has been

unjustly bound, crammed into that narrow iron thing without any mercy, and then elegantly and

gently . You can complain, but you must have no regrets, understand? My slave—because I am

your master, not someone else—is forced to endure this for her, to suffer for her. Can you resist?

Of course not! You wouldn't dare even if you died, would you? You know better than anyone that if your master gave you the chance to resist,

it would be destroying your innate servility; destroying your innate servility would be tantamount to severing your deep-seated pleasure;

severing your deep-seated pleasure would be tantamount to taking away your true life. For nine days—I'm sure—

you've been yearning for release, yearning for me, your master, to unlock you, yearning for me to have some interest in playing

with you, my "plaything."

But let me tell you, I'm not in the mood today!

This doesn't mean I'm not interested in playing with you, using you, or getting excited myself. In fact, I'm

thinking about how to play with you more interestingly, how to use you to the fullest extent. Improvising new ways to play with you

is something I enjoy doing every day, and it's very effective. You're the most knowledgeable about

my abilities, aren't you? Can you count how many times I've used you? Can you tell me which time you had a premonition

? Have you ever received permission from me—even half a time—to say "no"?

I've trained you for years. From a submissive household slave to a sleepless sex slave; from a shameful toilet

slave to a lewd "female slave." The path of shame you've traversed is higher and farther than anyone else can

imagine . Humiliation, humiliation, and abuse have forged the vitality of your soul and body, nourishing the meadows of your nature. You

are reborn each day in shame, each day you secretly wonder: how will my master use me today?

Today, I unlocked your nine-day lock. But, for a moment, I felt that

what was too greasy and too small

, not enough for me to play with. I have to try something different. I like big things, you know that, don't you? You remember when I played with you with a strap-on, didn't you? That thing was so exhilarating, no, to be precise,

it wasn't that thing that excited me, but you—my poor slave—lying there, so full

, so swollen, so swallowing, so moaning. Your mournful eyes

still excite me to this day. I just love watching you endlessly suffer humiliation for me. Today, I'm going to have

my fill—

and now I need to dress you up nicely. Because tonight I'm taking you to a party.

My boyfriend and girlfriend will be there. I told them I'd be there on time, and I'd bring my pug.

But they'd never guess that this dog is actually a handsome man.

I'm keeping you in suspense. I've got you ready. You're on a thick dog leash, a huge gag in your mouth, a long wig,

tight flesh-colored stockings, and 13cm red high heels, paired with a green bra and pink panties.

Haha, sexy enough—slutty sexy. I love you dressed like this. Especially the

way you walk, it makes me laugh: tiptoeing, crooked, looking so uncomfortable, it's so arousing.

Your ankles are still chained, you dare not move an inch, right?

This is a secret, creative party. Several fashionable women are there, and two or three

charming men. These men are my handpicked ones. They were enamored with me, and I was enamored with them. I

led you, who crawled towards me, and smiled and greeted them naturally and generously, teasing them, completely oblivious to the fact that you were

right at my feet.

"Ha, is this the lapdog you were talking about?"

"What's with that outfit?"

"So it's a man?"

"Huh? A man? Where's that thing?"

"Haha, it's locked up, huddled inside."

"Neither male nor female, how can we play with that?"

They surrounded you, looking at you with contempt, casually mocking you. Every time I saw you being humiliated like this,

I got even wetter! You don't know how much I enjoy someone humiliating you like this;

it .

"Do you use 'her' to lick your pussy?" one man asked.

"Yes. But 'she' can also lick Dick's, as long as I want him to." I answered casually.

"Really? Then can it lick mine?" the man asked, intrigued.

"Of course. I can lick all of you without a problem." I replied. I casually tugged at the dog leash on my hand, and

your body, which had been lying on the ground in shame, lifted slightly.

Ah, how humiliating! How cheap! You are nothing more than something I can buy and sell,

something I can trade. You can't say anything, you can't do anything else. Those men pounced on you frantically, wanting to fuck

your ass, wanting to use your mouth. Not only would I not stop them, I would also strip your underwear off, display your most

humiliating parts to them, and let them comment. And I could even make you obediently crawl over, begging

them to gang rape you one by one; after it was over, I could even make you lick them

clean one by one. But I haven't done that yet, I've only threatened you like this.

Even though it's a threat, you still think that this time you are utterly ashamed.

No! That's not enough to excite me to the extreme.

What truly excites me is: ordering you to serve a man I brought home! We make love,

passionately , while you can only kneel to the side and watch!

You are tied up, thrown into a corner of the room, naked. Except there's an extra fig leaf on your body

—because you can't let your little thing jiggle and show—that man doesn't like to see. When he

makes love to me, I spread my legs, welcoming him while praising how big his dick is,

how full and tangible his real thing feels inside me.

Look at you—how pathetic, how miserable. You can only be roasted in the fire of desire, almost burned to a crisp, yet

there's nothing you can do.

When we make love, you must kneel where he can see you and, in a subservient tone I've prescribed,

reverently say to him: "I am a 'female slave' trained by my master for many years, living by

his . My master commands me to wear menstrual pads every day and

to shave all the hair on my body, including my pubic hair. I command you to keep saying these words to stimulate him, to make him come more intensely. His

dick almost pierces through me, almost unstoppable.

You watch him ejaculate. Ejaculate on my face, on my breasts, on my stomach. The last drop,

into my vagina. Long, throbbing, trembling. You can hear my obsessive moans. You are so

humiliated! You have no choice, you have to watch all this!"

He rolls over onto his back on the bed, breathing rapidly, drenched in sweat. I sit up and give you a sly smile.

"Come here, my slave, it's your turn."

You crawl over, swaying, writhing, reveling. Like an abandoned dog, you've finally returned home.

You can't walk, you can only crawl, you can't even stand on your knees, you can only slither on your elbows.

I removed the gag from your mouth, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Before you could even catch your breath, you heard me

command you: "Go lick his dick, lick it all clean." My voice was soft, but

it sent shivers down your spine. You never imagined that your mouth would actually be holding

the dick of a man just like yourself. But the master's command was as ironclad as an unyielding iron. You knew that your master was watching you. You had to

lick under the master's watchful eye, licking fast or slow, as the master dictated. You had to completely envelop his still-beating dick with your lips—

I was watching. Ah, you slut! At my command, you also had to

swallow his semen, swallow it mouthful by mouthful.

Then, you had to lick and clean my penis. You had to swallow all

the semen . Every drop had to be swallowed. When he lay there naked, his manhood was fully

exposed. He sat up and asked your face to come closer. You did. You were met with his dick

slapping your face. He said he liked your tongue and mouth, and you understood him. I readily agreed.

Under my excited gaze, he wanted you to give him oral sex! He also wanted you to swallow the entire amount of

semen !!

Afterwards, I commanded you: Kneel properly!

Kneel countless times before the man above you, before the penis you had sucked. Curl up in a ball, to thank him, to please him! I want to watch you kneel back

two meters away, then stand up with your head down, kneel down again, crawl back up, stick your tongue out

in front of his toes, timidly glance at him, nervously place your tongue, and kiss his feet, his shoes,

his shoe prints, even begging to kiss his anus.

As long as I want, you can only do this, for him to play with, for him to use, for him to vent his lust, for him to ravage!

You know, you belong entirely to me. I can order you around as I please, can't I?

Even—to lick a man!

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