The Sex Slave Life of CCTV's Top Female Host

Looking at the naked, bound woman in the picture, Dong Qing wondered who she was. However, the naked body and the fact that most of her face was covered made it difficult for her to think of anyone. Hearing the man's conditions, Dong Qing was also tempted. She had always been ambitious, and her decision to come to Beijing alone to make a name for herself was precisely to achieve success. Dong Qing was somewhat prepared for the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, but being coerced by a mysterious organization like this still filled her with immense fear. She timidly asked, "Can you really guarantee my career success?

And, if I'm being coerced, will you do anything dangerous to me?" The man opposite her laughed, "Hahahaha, I can tell you, we've had our way with more than one woman at CCTV. We have nude photos of them, and in return, we gave them the opportunity to succeed. Have you noticed the strangeness at CCTV? On the surface, everything seems normal, but female anchors or actresses like you obediently spread their legs and let us have our way with them when they leave the office. However, no woman has ever seen what we look like, and you won't know each other. Every time, we'll blindfold you, and after we're done, we'll let you go as if nothing happened. How about that? Just being played with by men who can't see you, and you can make money and become famous. This opportunity isn't something everyone gets!" "Then, then what do you want me to do?" Dong Qing gritted her teeth.

"Very good, getting started. Take off your clothes first. From now on, when we video chat, you'll be naked. I'll decide what you wear. You can call me master or boss. Very good, all undressed? Now, imitate this female slave and put your legs on the armrests of the chair so I can see your vulva." The man looked very satisfied when he saw Dong Qing undress.

Dong Qing felt a wave of shame, but she still moved the chair back and put her legs on the armrests, adopting the M-shaped spread of the female slave in the video, exposing her genitals completely.

"I shaved your pubic hair. How was it? Was it clean? Once you've removed all your pubic hair, your genitals will belong to me. Without pubic hair, don't feel ashamed anymore. Just enjoy being a woman and being fucked. Isn't that better? See the hair removal cream I left for you? It's in the envelope." Dong Qing found a white tube covered in Japanese writing.

"Although your pubic hair has been shaved off, the roots are still there and it will grow back slowly. Apply the hair removal cream, and it will keep your pubic area hair-free for one to three months. Only a smooth, white pubic area will satisfy people. Now, obediently apply the hair removal cream!" When the white ointment on her fingers was applied to her crotch, a cool sensation invigorated Dong Qing. The ointment was quickly absorbed by her skin, and for the next one to three months, no pubic hair would grow back. She had become a "white tiger" (a woman with no pubic hair), and would be constantly played with by men. Dong Qing thought to herself, feeling incredibly sad, yet also experiencing a slight thrill.

The man only told her to wait for the next instruction and to continue applying the ointment every day for more than a week before stopping. Dong Qing vaguely agreed. It was already late at night, and she had tasks at the station the next day. She had to quickly tidy up her messy room, put the urine-soaked sheets into the washing machine, and then fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted, Dong Qing opened her eyes to find it was already dawn. The first rays of sunlight lifted her spirits slightly, but the memory of last night's ordeal still evoked a sense of dread.

Entering the CCTV office building, watching the men and women passing by, Dong Qing had a strange feeling. She felt that every man could be her rapist, and every woman could be the female slave she'd seen in the video last night. Wearing a beige suit skirt, brown high heels, and flesh-colored pantyhose, the pantyhose covering her genitals beneath her short skirt, was a reminder of the five-word text message she'd received from her boss before leaving – "No underwear!"

With each step, the seam of her thong pantyhose pressed against her genitals. The high-elasticity of the stockings created a slight, irritating friction with every step, making Dong Qing both tense and excited, yet unable to relinquish this indescribable pleasure.

"Maybe that man is watching me. I'm not wearing underwear, and I'm being so cooperative. I'm sure he won't do anything to me!" Dong Qing couldn't help but turn her head to look. She always felt someone was staring at her back. If they knew she wasn't wearing underwear, they'd probably be tempted to look at her beautiful buttocks! That kind of man would definitely be the devil who raped her!

Lost in thought, Dong Qing entered her office. In 2004, Dong Qing was just a newcomer to CCTV's field hosting team and didn't yet have a private office. She arrived at her cubicle and had barely sat down when she heard her colleagues talking about the 2005 Spring Festival Gala. According to CCTV's rules, planning for the Spring Festival Gala had to begin at the start of the second half of the year. After all, as the nation's New Year's Eve dinner, it also brought huge economic benefits; the advertising revenue from the Spring Festival Gala made CCTV a fortune every year. Dong Qing had already heard that the original hosts had been working there for over a decade, and this year CCTV leadership was considering selecting new talent for the Gala, with everyone from the variety channel on the shortlist.

Dong Qing never imagined she would be chosen. The first good news she heard when she arrived at the office was that she had been selected as a host for a new variety show. Although it was a two-person show, it was still a big step forward from being a location host.

Not long after sitting down, Dong Qing went to the restroom. She didn't know that the hair removal cream her boss had given her was laced with aphrodisiacs; she only felt her genitals become much more sensitive. Rubbing her genitals against her crotch with her pantyhose quickly aroused her, the slightly itchy pleasure causing her to secrete arousal fluid.

Inside the small stall, Dong Qing couldn't contain herself any longer. She lifted her beige suit skirt and, through her flesh-colored pantyhose, began to caress her genitals. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and Dong Qing almost couldn't help but moan. Just then, the phone rang. Dong Qing was startled to see it was the boss calling again, so she had no choice but to answer: "Hello, I'm a little busy right now, I'll be back in a bit..." "What's going on in the bathroom? Are you peeing or masturbating? Are you enjoying touching your genitals?" Dong Qing was terrified. Every move she made was being watched by that man. She tried hard to recall which men she had encountered on her way to the restroom, and asked nervously, "How did you know I was here?" "You don't need to know. I know everything you do. Now I want to see under your skirt. Did you obediently not wear underwear?" Dong Qing thought for a while, passing by so many colleagues, but she couldn't figure out who was the most suspicious. She asked awkwardly,

"How can I show you now?"

"The building has Wi-Fi. You can video chat with me on your smartphone's QQ!" Dong Qing had no choice but to continue lifting her short skirt, pointing her phone's camera at her crotch, and sending a video of her genitals covered in flesh-colored pantyhose via QQ.

"You really are obedient, as expected, you're not wearing underwear. Your bare genitals covered in flesh-colored stockings look absolutely beautiful! Your stockings are soaked in the crotch area, are you horny? Your juices have soaked your stockings!" Seeing the text message from the man, Dong Qing blushed. She wanted to speak, but hearing a woman's voice outside the cubicle, she covered her mouth, afraid to make a sound.

"Alright, be good when you get back to the office, you panty-less anchorwoman. Good news awaits you." The boss disconnected the video call after sending this message.

Dong Qing felt fear and humiliation towards this boss, yet also immense curiosity, wondering just how much power this mysterious man who had humiliated her possessed. She thought hosting a variety show was already good news, but upon returning to the office, she received a notification from her supervisor that she had won the initial selection for the Spring Festival Gala program and advanced to the next round. Unlike her colleagues who were desperately doing their homework and pulling strings, she had no hope whatsoever. Dong Qing finally understood that the good news the boss was referring to was waiting for her here.

All day long, Dong Qing didn't know whether to be happy or worried; her feelings were very complicated. Her colleagues were also quite surprised by her meteoric rise to victory. Near the end of the workday, Dong Qing finally received a call from her boss. When she picked up the phone, she cautiously looked around, but still didn't see any colleagues nearby making calls.

"So, is hosting the Spring Festival Gala a big deal for you? You've passed the first round. Whether you can pass the second round depends on your performance." The temptation was too great. If she could be on the Spring Festival Gala, she would be a true top-tier female host, which would be a huge success for a variety show host. Dong Qing gritted her teeth and asked, "What do you want me to do?

Boss... Boss..."

"There's a red BMW in the parking lot. Sit in the back seat. There's a small gift prepared for you inside." Dong Qing went downstairs, and taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, she found the red BMW and quickly got into the car. There was no one in the car, but the door was unlocked. Dong Qing saw a small leather bag on the seat.

At this moment, her phone rang. It turned out there was a surveillance camera in the car, and the boss had seen Dong Qing as soon as she entered the car.

"In this small leather bag, there are things you need to take. Be a good girl and do as I say. I can see you through the surveillance in the car. Take off your clothes first. The car windows have reflective film, so no one can see you from the outside. Just wear pantyhose." The boss sent the instructions on the other end of the phone.

Dong Qing sighed with difficulty, but still unbuttoned her beige suit skirt and took it off. She also removed her pink camisole and flesh-colored bra, leaving her naked body covered only by flesh-colored pantyhose covering her legs. Her brown high heels were also removed. She opened her small purse, inside which were a black leather hood, earplugs, and a pair of unopened stockings.

"Now plug your ears with the earplugs. These are communication earplugs with a miniature microphone. You can turn off your phone and talk to me through the earplugs." Dong Qing inserted the earplugs; the flexible silicone shells tightly blocked her ear canals, preventing her from hearing any sound except from the communication earplugs. Turning off her phone, Dong Qing heard the man's instructions through the earplugs: "Now take off your flesh-colored pantyhose." Having already stripped naked, she didn't care about the stockings anymore and removed the only piece of clothing she had.

"Shove the stockings into your mouth. I don't want you screaming later. Don't hesitate. If you don't gag me, I'll play with you in a more interesting way." Dong Qing sighed helplessly, but still managed to crumple up the flesh-colored pantyhose she had worn and slowly stuff it into her mouth. The sensation on her tongue when the stockings pressed against it was familiar. Dong Qing suddenly remembered the feeling in her mouth yesterday when someone gagged and blindfolded her. So that's what stockings were used to gag her! Fortunately, she was wearing new stockings today, so they didn't have a strong smell, which made Dong Qing feel a little better. However, the semen left on the pantyhose still remained in her mouth.

"Open the packaging of the stockings. These are the pantyhose bodysuits you're going to wear." Dong Qing opened the packaging of the new stockings. When unfolded, they were only the size of ordinary pantyhose, but they had four stocking legs. Dong Qing had seen them online. These were black pantyhose bodysuits that women wore when playing sex games. Like pulling down the neckline of a stocking and slipping it over her legs, Dong Qing sat in the car and slowly put on the black long-sleeved bodysuit. Soon, her fair, hairless lower body was once again encased in stockings, this time in black. The bodysuit featured long sleeves and a high neckline, covering Dong Qing from the chin down entirely, with only her hands remaining exposed.

"Ugh...ugh..." Dong Qing groaned incessantly because of the stockings covering her mouth.

"Very good. Now put on the hood from the purse. There are snaps behind the neck and a zipper at the back of the head. Put it on yourself, and you won't be able to see anything, and no one will be able to see your face." Hearing the command in the communication earpiece, Dong Qing took out the leather hood. The hood was extremely elastic, with a support at the bridge of the nose and small ventilation holes at the nostrils. It seemed to fit her face well. Dong Qing tried it on, put on the hood, unzipped the thin zipper at the back of her head, and fastened the snaps. At this moment, she felt a pang of regret, because while fastening the hood's snaps was easy, opening them herself was quite difficult. Unable to see, hear, or speak, Dong Qing, clad only in black bodysuit stockings, sat anxiously in the back seat of the car, waiting.

"Good, the hood's snaps are all fastened. Now you can obediently let the guests enjoy you!" When the boss's voice sounded again through the communication earpiece, Dong Qing's body trembled violently. A large hand gripped her right breast tightly, kneading it forcefully.

Although she couldn't see, Dong Qing instinctively struggled, writhing in the man's arms, her hands involuntarily protecting her full breasts.

"You're still not obedient even after becoming a slave? Looks like I'll have to tie you up and teach you what it means to be obedient!" Dong Qing felt her arms being twisted behind her back, bound tightly by something like leather straps. Then, her hands seemed to be slipped into a glove. Yes, she felt her arms pressed tightly together, stuffed into a leather glove. The glove's sleeve was long, covering her upper arms, and several leather straps bound her arms within a single glove. Dong Qing groaned softly, feeling herself lying on the man's lap, her buttocks facing him. The man's hands began to slap her buttocks three times each through the stockings covering her beautiful buttocks.

"Disobedient slaves get beaten. Be careful, I'll beat your buttocks until they're swollen so you can't even sit down!" Humiliated by the slaps to her buttocks, Dong Qing felt a surge of humiliation. Her legs were also forced together, and then she felt leather straps binding her legs together at the ankles. Dong Qing didn't know that these were restraint belts specifically used for binding. The black restraint belts quickly tightened around her calves, knees, and thighs. The man finished restraining Dong Qing, made her lie on the back seat, and put her brown high heels on her feet.

"Now, I'm going to take you to be trained by a customer. If you behave well, you'll have great benefits!" Dong Qing, in the darkness, only heard these words and fell into silence. She could only lie on the back seat with tears streaming down her face. When she felt a slight sway, she knew the car had started, and her fate was full of uncertainty.

(02)

She didn't know how long she had been lying there when she felt herself being grabbed and the restraint belts on her legs were untied. However, she soon felt her feet being shackled with leather leg irons with 10-centimeter chains between them. Under the unseen pull of the boss, Dong Qing took small steps and walked quickly.

Wearing only black stockings, she felt a slight chill. By touch, Dong Qing felt as if she were outdoors, and a wave of shame washed over her. She wasn't sure if anyone was around. She was only wearing black stockings, her genitals and breasts almost naked beneath the thin fabric. Perhaps she was being exposed to the gaze of many, like a shameless prostitute being molested by numerous men. Dong Qing fantasized shamefully, yet her lower body became wet.

Dong Qing felt herself walk for a while before stopping. Then, several hands began to caress her body. Although her breasts were still encased in black stockings, two hands grasped and kneaded them, while her nipples were pinched and pulled towards her sides, causing her breasts to feel both painful and itchy, with a tingling, pleasurable sensation. Dong Qing couldn't help but writhe.

She tried to take two steps back, but felt her thighs being grasped by men's hands, their hands stroking and kneading her inner thighs. It seemed to be two different men, one touching her right leg, the other her left. The hand on her left leg slowly slid upwards, actually touching her genitals through her black stockings. The other hand began to caress her stocking-clad buttocks. Dong Qing felt ashamed and disgusted, but she couldn't escape, being wantonly touched by several unknown men.

Dong Qing smelled the aroma of barbecue. Was this an outdoor party? She had heard of all sorts of bizarre parties among Beijing's wealthy, but she never imagined she would experience it firsthand. What she least expected was that the boss had led her to an outdoor party at a private club; she wasn't a guest, but a plaything.

On the lawn of this suburban leisure club, besides Dong Qing, there were more than a dozen other women, all brought to the club in the same way—their faces covered by hoods and their bodies restrained, like toys. They each had their own agents, and outsiders didn't know their identities. These women themselves didn't know who was tormenting them.

The boss proudly introduced them to the guests: "I've brought two female slaves. My assistant brought one, someone you've all played with many times before. She's a flight attendant, already trained many times, very obedient.

This time, I specially had her wear her uniform before she left, so you can have your fun with her." The boss's assistant, a young, tall, thin man, carried a woman in a flight attendant uniform onto his shoulder to the venue. This woman also wore a black hood, obscuring her face, and wore a dark blue China Eastern Airlines flight attendant uniform skirt, gray pantyhose, and black high heels.

Carried to the center of the venue, the assistant put the flight attendant down. Seemingly receiving instructions, the flight attendant whimpered softly, standing ramrod straight before the crowd. Her left leg was slightly apart, her right leg extended forward, and her hands clasped tightly in front of her body, performing the polite gesture a flight attendant makes when greeting guests. Meanwhile, many guests began to grope the flight attendant's body, reaching inside her skirt. Feeling she wasn't wearing underwear, they became aroused, wantonly caressing her groin, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably, yet she still tried her best to maintain her polite demeanor.

The boss patted Dong Qing's stockinged buttocks beside him and said proudly, "Gentlemen, you always say I don't sleep with the girls in my own backyard, that I don't share all those beauties at the station. Actually, I have a few, but they're all a bit immature, and I don't get to enjoy them enough when I bring them out. This one is different. She's a female anchor from our station, and a real slut. She's incredibly promiscuous. Today she didn't even wear underwear to work, and she had to go to the bathroom to masturbate halfway through her shift. She's got a really high sex drive. She's really begging to be fucked!" The men standing on the lawn at the party had all stripped naked and didn't seem to care at all. They stood around Dong Qing, appraising her body, and of course, they couldn't resist groping her to get their kicks.

"That flight attendant is said to have slept with all the company's top executives, and this news anchor is a slut. Speaking of which, Mr. B, you've managed to get your hands on and train all those sluts. What are those adulterers supposed to do? If they can't have sex with anyone, it'll affect social stability." A fat man said with a smile, his hands gripping Dong Qing's breasts tightly. Outsiders would hardly guess that this fat man was actually a famous film and television producer in Beijing.

"To be honest, it's the sluts who give me the most pleasure. These women have a high sex drive and will be more energetic when being fucked. Look at this woman's genitals, they feel so bulging even through her pantyhose, her mons pubis is protruding, which means she desperately needs to be fucked. Women with these kinds of genitals are either incredibly seductive and fuck every day, or they pretend to be serious but go wild in bed. They're both top-notch. I can't stand those guys who pursue virgins and play with schoolgirls. A grown man should fuck hard, why play with innocence? Besides, nowadays every woman is pretending to be innocent. Last time I had an actress who claimed to be a freshman in acting and knew nothing, acting like a high school student, but she was so crazy in bed, my back ached for days!" A famous director in China, with his buck-toothed mouth, squatted between Dong Qing's legs, stroking Dong Qing's genitals while commenting.

"We're going to fuck all the sluts in Beijing, just to vent the anger of all the men in the world. These women who only know how to enjoy themselves can buy their bodies with money, so we have to fuck them hard, make them suffer, and that will make the money I spent on my mistresses worthwhile. Women these days, so many of them sell their bodies for money, so we'll satisfy them, it's like doing justice to heaven! This woman's body is quite tender, probably hasn't been fucked too many times, it's really worth it, feel this ass, it's firm and elastic, well-maintained, even better to fuck." The man speaking, a cigar in his mouth, was a senior executive of a state-owned enterprise in Beijing, greedily caressing Dong Qing's beautiful buttocks.

The men around him were all praising Dong Qing's body, greedily caressing every inch of her skin, especially through the black bodysuit, the silky smooth touch made the men even more excited.

Seeing Dong Qing's popularity, the boss felt incredibly proud: "These women, they usually act all high and mighty, like chaste and virtuous widows. But when I put my penis in them, they all moan like wild animals. Even the prostitutes in brothels can't moan as loudly as them. You all need to see for yourselves. When this woman's body twists and turns, it's like it can melt your penis! If we don't have a good time with women like this, they'll go and seduce young boys, destroying other people's families, and who knows how many more family tragedies will be caused. We'll act as if we're doing justice to heaven and execute all these sluts on the spot!" The boss's words drew agreement from the crowd. Speaking of executing them on the spot, soon the staff brought over several wooden frames that resembled torture instruments. The flight attendant and Dong Qing stood side by side. After their hands were untied, they were strapped to a wooden torture device resembling a guillotine. Dong Qing's head and hands were fixed in place by a round hole in the center of the shackles, making it impossible for her to escape. While on the device, Dong Qing and the flight attendant stood side by side, forced to bend over, their legs spread wide, their buttocks raised high.

Neither of them could hear anything; they only felt themselves being touched by others for a while, and now they were strapped to the device. The other women were similarly blind and deaf. Some were hung up and positioned with their legs spread in an "M" shape, while others were tied to dining tables. All the women were forced into various sexual positions, awaiting the men's judgment.

Bending over with her buttocks raised high, her neck and wrists wedged in the round hole of the wooden device, Dong Qing realized she was about to be raped. She never imagined she would be gang-raped today. She didn't know how many men were lining up to have their way with her, and gripped by deep fear, she struggled involuntarily. But she couldn't see her helpless writhing; instead, it only drew laughter from the men.

She felt a chill in her genitals and realized that her black bodysuit had a small hole torn in the crotch. The anti-snag material of the bodysuit was excellent; the small hole perfectly exposed her genitals without tearing. The fat man patted Dong Qing's buttocks and was the first to insert his penis into the anchorwoman's vagina.

Her body was still encased in black bodysuit stockings, but with a hole torn in her genitals, Dong Qing felt her genitals suddenly filled. Before she could even prepare herself for the rape, the man's piston-like movements had begun.

With each thrust and withdrawal of the man, Dong Qing's body swayed back and forth. Her trembling, born of fear, not only failed to escape the man's assault but also fueled his lust, leading to even more forceful thrusts. Dong Qing, bent over with her head bowed and buttocks raised, nearly fainted.

These so-called "toy slaves" at the club were all in the same situation: blind, deaf, bound in various positions, their only duty to be raped in turn by men. Dong Qing didn't know if there were other women around her experiencing the same ordeal. Her mind was in turmoil, unable to think clearly; she could only remain bound, unaware of which man was penetrating her.

The flight attendant beside her hadn't even removed her pantyhose; she'd only lifted her skirt to her waist. For amusement, the men had her wearing only stockings and inserted their penises, the penises, encased in the stockings, thrusting and rubbing against her vagina. Dong Qing and the flight attendant stood side by side, bent over, being raped by a man simultaneously, unaware of each other's existence. They could only let out moans and groans through their gagged mouths as the man thrust into them.

"You slut, you're so wet down there, anyone would think you've peed. Your labia are so plump, and they're even plumper now that they're swollen! So satisfying. Even though I can't see your face, I'll never forget this genital!" The buck-toothed director, after taking over, wiped Dong Qing's genitals with a tissue, causing her to tremble, before forcefully inserting his penis.

The boss, standing beside her, touched the flight attendant's buttocks, then inserted his erect penis directly into her vagina through her gray pantyhose. Feeling the flight attendant's trembling, he said gleefully:

"Big Director, if you know women by their vaginas, then this CCTV anchorwoman... I won't tell you, you'll have to take off all the women in the station's underwear to identify her." The director, while vigorously fucking Dong Qing, sighed, "It sounds like a very erotic thing. Maybe tomorrow when I go to your station to record a program, the woman I talk to is the same woman I'm fucking like crazy right now." The boss laughed and said, "If the woman is willing, you can take off her underwear to get to know her. Haha! Didn't the station once have the idea of having a film and television director be the chief director of the Spring Festival Gala? Guess if you were in charge of the Spring Festival Gala, would there be any female anchors that you've fucked?" The two laughed at the same time, neither of them expecting that this conversation would actually come true years later.

After being thoroughly fucked by almost every man, the lewd party finally ended. The guests were all full and satisfied, leaving behind a group of bound women lying haphazardly on the lawn. Dong Qing's body felt like it was falling apart, letting the boss restrain her body again.

When Dong Qing woke up again, she was lying in her bed at home, her bodysuit and stockings removed, leaving her completely naked. A wad of cash was on the table, along with a note: "You behaved very well tonight. Get some rest and be a good girl." In the following days, Dong Qing was no longer taken out for further sexual abuse and training, but in her apartment, she was still subjected to the unseen "boss's" daily torment. Almost every evening at 8 PM sharp, Dong Qing would receive a phone call, and as instructed, she would undress completely, wearing only pantyhose, bodysuits, or suspender stockings, and then put on a hood, waiting for the "boss" to arrive. Each time, it would never exceed 10 minutes. Dong Qing would be carried to the bed, sofa, or dining table in the dark, and forced into various positions to have sex with the man. Gradually, Dong Qing became familiar with the man's penis; she knew that the person she had sex with every day was the same person—the unknown "boss"!

Dong Qing knew the boss also had a key to her house, and there was nothing she could do about it, because the videos of her being trained and played with every day were recorded and stored on her computer, and naturally, the boss had them too. She simply accepted reality, letting herself be hooded every night and subjected to the boss's wanton manipulation and humiliation in the dark.

More than a week of this went by, and Dong Qing's efforts paid off. She successfully passed the next round of selection, becoming one of the few female candidates for the Spring Festival Gala host. If she passed the final round of evaluation, she could appear on the Spring Festival Gala stage. Just as she received this good news, she also received a call from the mysterious boss.

"Tonight, it depends on whether you have enough sincerity and give your all. This will determine whether you can host the Spring Festival Gala." The words were simple, but Dong Qing felt uneasy, wondering what methods the mysterious man would use to train her. However, when she got home that night, the order she received was to turn on her computer and video chat via QQ.

Dong Qing's monitor screen was completely black, with only sound.

"Over the past few days, I've installed enough hidden cameras in your room. Nothing you do escapes my eyes. Especially your wardrobe mirror; there's a high-definition camera inside. I can see what kind of underwear you wear every day." "Yes, yes, boss. What do you want me to do?" After continuous training, Dong Qing was no longer so shy. Instead, she was more comfortable with her role as a sex slave, and spoke much more naturally into the video microphone.

"Take off all your clothes, just flesh-colored pantyhose. You were very obedient today, not wearing underwear, just stockings. I'm very satisfied with that." "Yes, master." Dong Qing obediently took off her clothes without a word. Remembering how she had been fucked all night the day before, the video training was a good thing.

"Bring the basin from your bathroom and stand in front of the wardrobe mirror." Dong Qing didn't know what her boss wanted. Wearing only flesh-colored pantyhose and black high heels, she brought the basin from the bathroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the wardrobe. A tremor ran through her heart; she knew that man was watching her body through the camera behind the mirror.

"I want to see you pee. Put the basin between your legs, squat down, and pee like you're going to the toilet. It's simple, right?" "But I'm wearing stockings." Dong Qing was slightly embarrassed.

"I want to see you pee in stockings. That's what makes it sexy!" The man's voice from the computer was clearly aroused.

Although Dong Qing felt embarrassed, she slowly squatted down. The basin was under her buttocks, just like when she urinated. However, the stockings were still covering her lower body, and she could feel the tightness of the stockings around her vulva, making it difficult to urinate for a moment. Dong Qing used a little force, but the stockings made her feel psychologically blocked. Her pretty face turned red with anxiety, but she still couldn't squeeze out a single drop of urine.

"Hurry up, hurry up. Didn't you drink water last night? Didn't you need to pee?" Hearing the man's tone become impatient, Dong Qing felt fear. She tried to calm herself down and relax her urethral sphincter as much as possible. Finally, a warm flow gushed from her bladder, rushing out of her urethra and opening the tightly closed urethra. Because of the stockings, the golden urine didn't shoot out like an arrow, but instead broke through the fine mesh of the crotch of the pantyhose, forming a tight stream of water that fell into the basin, making a splashing sound.

As Dong Qing relaxed, streams of urine flowed freely from her urethra, quickly soaking her flesh-colored pantyhose covering her lower body. The wet area of the crotch of the stockings grew larger and larger. Because it was still warm from her body, Dong Qing felt the stockings against her lower body, a wet yet warm sensation. The thought that she had incontinent while wearing stockings filled her with shame.

When the basin was half full of urine, the crotch of Dong Qing's flesh-colored pantyhose, running down her thighs, was also completely soaked, turning a slightly yellowish transparent color and emitting the pungent smell of woman's urine. Dong Qing felt waves of shame, her pretty face flushed, waiting for the boss's instructions. Without orders, she dared not get up and could only continue to squat there with her legs spread apart. Urine dripped slowly from the soaked pantyhose, making a crisp, rhythmic sound as it fell into the basin, creating ripples that seemed to mock Dong Qing's shameless urination.

"Alright, stand up... let me see... you've really peed a lot, even your pantyhose are soaked, all the way up to your thighs. What an obedient slave girl, completely devoid of shame. Now I want you to wear these urine-soaked pantyhose and recite your lines for tomorrow's show, naked and smiling. The dildo I used on you the other day will be your microphone. Get started!" Dong Qing, hearing the boss's instructions, was incredulous that he would have such an absurd idea, and that she was forced to do something so shameful and ridiculous. Standing in front of the mirror, Dong Qing looked at her naked body. Her lower body, soaked with urine, felt a chill at the crotch of her flesh-colored pantyhose. The wetness continued to spread, soaking the inner thighs as well, clinging damply to her tender flesh. It was incredibly uncomfortable and shameful, and the stench of urine emanated from her genitals.

Dong Qing felt nauseous, but she couldn't disobey the boss's orders. Her delicate feet, clad in black high heels, stomped on the floor as she walked to her desk, opened a drawer, and took out the black, realistic-looking dildo. This silicone dildo was dark, thick, and hard. The first time the boss had inserted it into Dong Qing's narrow vagina, the pain had nearly made her faint. Even now, holding this dildo still made her tremble with fear.

Dong Qing stood in front of the mirror again, displaying her naked, beautiful body—clad only in flesh-colored pantyhose and black high heels—to the mysterious boss on the other end of the video. She picked up a black dildo, mimicking picking up a microphone, took a deep breath, and forced her signature charming smile. However, this smile was now tinged with humiliation, helplessness, and the nausea of urine, making it appear somewhat comical, yet even more lewd and obscene, causing the boss watching the scene to chuckle lewdly.

The hoarse, lewd laughter was like the hooting of an owl, startling Dong Qing so much that she dropped the dildo. The dildo landed behind her, and Dong Qing had no choice but to turn around, bending down to pick it up, raising her flesh-colored pantyhose-clad buttocks. However, the crotch of the pantyhose was soaked, turning her buttocks semi-transparent, revealing her fair skin.

"Don't get up. Stand with your legs straight, bend over, and stick your butt out so I can have a good look at you," the boss hurriedly said.

Dong Qing could only maintain the bent-over, buttock-sticking-out posture, feeling a burning sensation in her buttocks. The humiliation of having her beautiful buttocks stared at by a man made her feel as if her buttocks were on fire. After what felt like half an century, Dong Qing was finally able to straighten up, holding the black dildo, revealing a humiliated smile, and began her hosting show. Her naked body trembled incessantly as she spoke. Dong Qing recited the host's clichés, her heart filled with grief and humiliation, yet she had to maintain a smile. In this exposure, her body began to become sensitive. As Dong Qing spoke, she involuntarily squeezed her legs together, not caring that the urine on her stockings was still wet. Her thighs began to rub together unnaturally. In this humiliating naked hosting show, she actually experienced pleasure. The stockings, which were finally starting to dry, became wet again in the crotch area because of her vaginal fluid.

Applause came from the computer screen. The boss said with satisfaction, "As expected of a high-caliber professional female host. You can be seen naked and still chat and laugh freely. You have the ability to host the CCTV Spring Festival Gala." Dong Qing wondered to herself, just how capable was this boss to decide that she should host the Spring Festival Gala? Could he be the chief director of the Gala? But then she thought, no, the director back then was Jin Tao, it was impossible to associate him with this boss.

"To prevent your pubic hair from growing in the way, have you been using hair removal cream every week?" "Yes, I use it every week." Dong Qing nodded in reply.

"Very good. I put a new product of hair removal cream in your drawer, it's even more effective. In front of the mirror, demonstrate how to apply the hair removal cream. Just pull your stockings down to your knees, apply the hair removal cream, and then put the stockings back on. Wearing the pantyhose you peed in, don't you feel even more lewd?" the boss said with a smile, looking very happy.

Dong Qing remained silent, pulling down her half-dried, slightly damp flesh-colored pantyhose to her thighs before walking to the drawer and finding the hair removal cream. This time, the cream came in a small cup with no instructions. Dong Qing wondered if he had mixed it himself.

The green cream emitted a peculiar fragrance that made her feel slightly warm. Dong Qing found it strange. She took the cream back to the mirror and, as instructed by her boss, obediently applied it around her genitals and anus, ensuring that no hair grew where it had previously.

However, she soon noticed that the skin on her genitals where the cream had been applied had turned from its original fair color to a delicate light pink, and she felt a burning sensation. The cream was quickly absorbed by her skin, not only giving her genitals a sensual scent but also causing intense itching. She had finished applying the cream, but Dong Qing couldn't bear to let go. She unconsciously began to stroke her genitals, constantly caressing her crotch area, hoping to quell the increasingly intense burning and itching. Her labia slowly swelled, and Dong Qing realized that the hair removal cream not only contained hair removal ingredients but also likely aphrodisiacs, making her genitals sensitive!

"How is it? Comfortable? Is your body getting aroused quickly? Hurry up and put your stockings on. What kind of image do you have with pantyhose hanging on your thighs? You're a CCTV anchorwoman!" the boss teased deliberately.

Dong Qing quickly pulled the flesh-colored pantyhose back to her waist and put them on, but then impatiently began to spread her legs, turning her knees outwards, her legs forming an alluring diamond shape. Her hands rapidly caressed and rubbed her crotch through the pantyhose, constantly fiddling with her genitals, but she couldn't extinguish her desire; the bone-deep itching only grew stronger!

"Look in the mirror, look at yourself now, so seductive. You're really alluring when you're being wanton!" Hearing the boss say this, Dong Qing couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror. Her naked body was slightly arched, her legs spread apart, her left hand caressing the tender flesh of her mons pubis above her genitals, while her right hand had already peeled back her labia through her pantyhose, constantly teasing her erect clitoris with her fingertips.

Her tender clitoris was now erect, engorged with blood and looking like a ripe cherry. Dong Qing was startled, not expecting her body to react so strongly; her clitoris was even swollen.

After several days of continuous intercourse, Dong Qing's sexual experience had become much richer. She knew that once her genitals were aroused, not reaching orgasm and releasing her pent-up desire was worse than death. Her body felt as if thousands of ants were burrowing into and biting her skin, a tingling, numb, and stinging sensation, along with an unbearable itching. Looking at herself in the mirror, Dong Qing's eyes were bloodshot, and she breathed rapidly like a female animal in heat.

"It's so...so painful! What should I do?" Dong Qing couldn't tell if she was experiencing pleasure or pain; tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Just masturbate the way I fuck you, okay? Insert your fingers into your vagina and enjoy it! I can't come and fuck you right away. If you're not satisfied like this, you won't be able to sleep all night," the boss said lewdly, enjoying the video of Dong Qing masturbating with her fingers inside her genitals.

Dong Qing realized she was completely controlled by the boss and, under duress, had no choice but to let go. She inserted her fingers through the pantyhose into her vagina, vigorously scratching and probing, the friction against the tender vaginal walls sending waves of pleasure through her body. Dong Qing tightly closed her lips, letting out low moans of pleasure.

Her legs were weak and limp. She collapsed onto the floor, her thighs pressed tightly together, holding her hands between them, while her calves parted to the sides. With each thrust, her pantyhose-clad legs trembled uncontrollably. Her right black high heel had fallen off when she fell, and without bothering to put it back on, her five toes were tightly pressed together, her delicate little foot arched from the intense stimulation, only her toes supporting her trembling right leg.

"Mmm...uh...uh...mmm...ah..."

Dong Qing moaned and groaned, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid and her moans more intense. Her crotch was once again soaked. She lost her balance, falling sideways to the ground, her legs tightly clamped together. Her hands, pressed against her thighs, continued to masturbate vigorously, playing with her genitals. At this moment, her left black high heel was kicked aside, and her two cute, stockinged feet were crossed and pressed tightly together. With the pleasure of masturbation, her feet, encased in stockings, rubbed and massaged incessantly.

Looking at Dong Qing, who was lying on the ground with her eyes half-closed, her naked body twisting and turning, her legs wrapped in stockings rubbing and trembling, and her mouth constantly moaning, the boss never expected that a woman's desire would be so strong under the influence of aphrodisiacs. He laughed and said, "So eager to be penetrated, how could you forget the dildo on the ground? Such a thick dildo, it must feel so good to insert into your vagina!" Upon being reminded by the boss, Dong Qing suddenly opened her eyes wide and saw the dildo on the ground. She quickly grabbed it in her hand, disregarding her shame, and gripped the end of the dildo with her right hand. She eagerly inserted the dildo into her already flooded vagina through her crotch and stockings. Her swollen labia, already congested and bluish, immediately closed again after Dong Qing's fingers were pulled out. The thick, dark dildo then forcefully thrust in once more. With a long groan from Dong Qing, the dildo, along with the crotch of her stockings, entered her swollen, congested vagina. The friction of the stockings and the intense pleasure caused Dong Qing's body to tremble violently. A lewd, satisfied smile spread across her sexually distorted face.

Looking at her wanton reflection in the mirror, Dong Qing felt an overwhelming sadness. Why had she become so lewd and shameless? Yet, the dildo in her hand didn't stop for a moment, still diligently inserting it into her genitals, thrusting in and out repeatedly. The black silicone dildo, encased in flesh-colored stockings, frequently rubbed against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, emitting intense sexual pleasure. Under the stimulation of pleasure, Dong Qing forgot her shame, immersed in the joy of masturbation.

Dong Qing continued masturbating almost all night, until she was drenched in sweat. After three consecutive orgasms and ejaculating, the exhausted Dong Qing collapsed onto the floor, unconscious. Her naked body lay sprawled on the floor, her flesh-colored pantyhose, soaked with urine, just dried before being soaked again by her own sweat. A large puddle of vaginal fluid had accumulated in her groin area, her vulva clinging tightly to the soaked pantyhose, still bearing traces of the viscous vaginal fluid she had ejaculated… When Dong Qing woke up the next day, she was surprised that masturbation had left her so exhausted. She walked with a light, unsteady gait, as if her body had been drained. Her colleagues, seeing Dong Qing's condition, assumed she had been working too hard and had spent the entire night preparing for this. As payment for her "training," Dong Qing received good news that afternoon: she had been selected as a host for the Spring Festival Gala, standing on the stage alongside Zhou Tao, Zhu Jun, and others to broadcast programs. This truly surprised everyone at CCTV. Based on seniority alone, Dong Qing shouldn't have been chosen. However, no one could figure out how powerful her connections were; she was promoted so quickly, becoming major news at CCTV.

Becoming a Spring Festival Gala host immediately changed Dong Qing's status. She had her own private office, and her income and benefits increased dramatically. However, as the boss's sex slave, the "training" was still indispensable. In the intense preparations for the Spring Festival Gala, Dong Qing was busier than anyone else, not only busy preparing for the Gala but also having to be "trained" by the boss in her spare time.

Dong Qing was certain that the boss came from CCTV and was very close to her, because he controlled her schedule. She could almost always feel this unseen boss beside her. But as the days passed, she was blindfolded during her "training," and sometimes her ears were plugged while she was manipulated by others. For months, she was a sex slave, enduring various forms of humiliation, yet she still didn't know who was controlling her.

Finally, the day arrived for her first appearance on the Spring Festival Gala. On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, backstage at CCTV's Spring Festival Gala, Dong Qing arrived early at the dressing room to prepare. Besides the pre-performance preparations, there were also things the boss had asked her to do. A few days earlier, the boss had placed a pinhole high-definition camera in her drawer, wirelessly transmitting high-definition images. Following the boss's instructions, Dong Qing undressed in front of the pinhole camera in her private dressing room. The dressing room door was locked from the inside. Dong Qing wasn't worried about anyone breaking in. She dialed the boss's number:

"Boss, I'm all naked."

"Very good. I've seen your alluring body on the computer. After playing with you for a few months, your body is even more captivating. Your breasts are bigger, your nipples are erect, your buttocks are firmer, and those mesmerizing legs are even more elastic." Hearing the boss's words, Dong Qing looked at her naked body in the mirror. Sure enough, without realizing it, her body had become more voluptuous and alluring—a result of sexual stimulation. Dong Qing smiled wryly and began to put on her underwear.

Because she wore expensive evening gowns for the Spring Festival Gala, Dong Qing only used nipple covers to cover her nipples and didn't wear a bra. She was originally going to wear a thong, but the boss stopped her.

"I usually don't wear underwear to work. The Spring Festival Gala is the nation's New Year's Eve feast, so don't wear underwear either; consider it a perk for the audience." Dong Qing frowned slightly, but considering she was wearing a long skirt, she wasn't worried about showing too much. She put down the flesh-colored thong she had prepared and put on flesh-colored pantyhose instead. To make it impossible to tell she was wearing pantyhose on TV, Dong Qing specially prepared extremely thin flesh-colored pantyhose with a thickness of only 3D. The sheer thickness made her legs appear even whiter and more lustrous, and also made it less likely that people would notice she was wearing pantyhose. After putting on the flesh-colored pantyhose, Dong Qing received the boss's next instruction.

"Don't you have black stockings in your locker? I require you to wear black stockings." Dong Qing was now in a dilemma: "Master, my ankles and feet in high heels will be visible on stage. The director requires female hosts to wear only very thin flesh-colored stockings. I can't wear black stockings on stage." The boss laughed, and a lewd voice came from the phone: "Do stockings have to be worn on the legs? I have a very interesting idea. Remember the pleasure of having a penis inserted into your vagina? I want to give you the feeling of vaginal satisfaction on the Spring Festival Gala stage. Stuff black stockings into your vagina, the pleasure of having your vagina filled will definitely be unforgettable!" Dong Qing took out a brand new pair of black pantyhose from the locker. Looking at the semi-transparent black stockings, she blushed. Was she really going to stuff these stockings into her vagina?

"Hurry up, hurry up, the Spring Festival Gala starts promptly at 8 o'clock. Your time is very precious." The boss began to urge her.

Folding the black pantyhose in her hand into a rod-like shape, Dong Qing pulled down her flesh-colored pantyhose to her thighs and began to insert the black pantyhose into her genitals. The pantyhose itself was very soft, and even when shaped into a rod, it couldn't be directly inserted into her vagina. In desperation, Dong Qing could only use her left hand to pry open her labia, spreading her vulva, while her right hand slowly inserted the black pantyhose into her vagina. The

smooth black pantyhose rubbed against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls, and with the strength of Dong Qing's fingers, it was pushed deeper and deeper into her vagina. The pleasure of the friction made Dong Qing moan softly again. Fortunately, the black pantyhose finally entered her body little by little. When the very tip of the pantyhose was swallowed by her labia, Dong Qing felt relieved, having inserted a pair of black pantyhose inside her. She then quickly put on her flesh-colored pantyhose, followed by her evening gown and the silver high heels she had prepared.

After placing the pinhole camera on the table, Dong Qing climbed onto it, standing with her legs spread above the camera, eliciting a burst of admiration from the boss: "Who would have thought that the beautiful female host making her debut on the Spring Festival Gala would have such a sexy and alluring view under her skirt? She's not wearing any underwear, exposing her bare, seductive genitals, and wearing two pairs of pantyhose. One pair of flesh-colored pantyhose on her legs, and the other black pantyhose inside her genitals. Haha..." Dong Qing blushed, letting the boss make lewd jokes until he hung up the phone, satisfied, and the task was considered complete. Dressed neatly, Dong Qing left the dressing room and walked onto the stage alongside the other hosts to the opening song of the Spring Festival Gala. As she walked towards the center of the stage, her genitals pressed tightly against the flesh-colored pantyhose, the crotch of the stockings constricting her lower body, causing her sensitive labia to rub against each other, creating an indescribable pleasure.

Her vagina was stuffed with black pantyhose, which not only made her genitals bulge with satisfaction, but also caused waves of pleasure to surge through her body with every step she took, due to the slight friction between the tender flesh of her vaginal walls and the pantyhose. Dong Qing felt waves of tingling numbness in her legs, an indescribable sexual pleasure. Under the watchful eyes of the entire nation, she was terrified of losing control and had to desperately suppress her desire, forcing a sweet smile. This desperate attempt to control her lust caused her to secrete fluids almost uncontrollably.

Fortunately, her vagina was plugged with the pantyhose, and Dong Qing secretly rejoiced at the sheer volume of her fluids. However, the pantyhose swelled up from the soaking fluids, intensifying the feeling of fullness and pleasure in her lower body!

On such an important stage, I was naked from the waist down, wearing only flesh-colored pantyhose, and even had black pantyhose stuffed inside my genitals. What was even more shameful was that I was enjoying unparalleled, mysterious, and stimulating pleasure in this humiliation. Was I a naturally promiscuous, shameless woman? Dong Qing pondered this with humiliation.

During the several-hour Spring Festival Gala, Dong Qing, with her sweet smile, was immersed in an indescribable sense of joy.

[The End]

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