I am her eternal slave.

It was the summer after my freshman year of college. It was a summer I'll never forget.
No one was home that summer. I was home alone. Being at home was boring, so I often watched TV
, especially sports games. She was a woman who lived across the street from me. Or rather,
a girl, because she looked only a little over 20. She had only
recently moved in; she was a flight attendant and very wealthy. The first time I saw her, I was almost captivated—a stunning
figure, a captivating face, large eyes, long, jet-black hair, an orange-red bra under
a slightly sheer white blouse, a short leather skirt revealing her long, beautiful legs, and a pair of flesh-colored sheer stockings
that shimmered alluringly under the lights, along with black high heels. A girl like that should have many suitors,
but I'd never seen her with a man.
I had a couple of chances to talk to her, and I thought she was a very talkative girl. Once, she even invited me
to her house for tea. She even envied me for being a college student while she hadn't received much education.
That afternoon, I was watching a football game when the power suddenly went out. I opened the door and found that everyone else had power. So I checked
the fuse, and sure enough, it was the culprit. I immediately went back inside to look for the fuse, but to no avail. I was
standing at the door, stunned, when she came back. Seeing my house was pitch black, she asked, "What happened? The power went out?"
I told her what had happened. She smiled and said, "Come to my house and watch TV! You haven't eaten yet, have you? Eat with me .
"
I agreed.
I ate and continued watching TV. She seemed tired and said to me, "I'm going to take a shower, I'll watch with you in a bit
."
A little while later, she came out. Because I was so engrossed in watching, I only noticed her when she walked up to me. I turned my head and
almost had my eyes pop out. An orange-red bra and panties, with a transparent robe over them, and a pair of slightly purple
transparent stockings hanging from a belt inside the panties with garters. The stockings were the pure nylon kind, thin and with a
very nice feel. She came over and sat next to me, handing me a bottle of beer, saying, "Have some, I
brought this back from America." I took it and drank it, then watched TV, not daring to look at her. After sitting for a
while, she said to me, "You watched TV and ate here, shouldn't you repay me?" "Hehehe, of
course! I'd go through fire and water for you." "Hahaha, don't regret it. Were you
serious?" "A man's word is his bond." A little while later, she went back to her room. When she came out, she had a
bag with her. She threw it in front of me. I heard a clanging sound, like metal. I glanced at her, and she smiled, saying,
"This is for you, I want you to be my..." "What?" "Open it and you'll see." I
opened the bag and saw: a whip, a collar, shackles, handcuffs, chains, candles... My face turned red instantly.
"Don't be shy. Being my slave is much better than going through fire and water! You can't escape today
, I've locked the door. You'd better behave, or you'll be sorry." She said in a provocative voice.
"I have some good stuff, wait a minute." Before I could speak, she went back inside. Hearing her words, I
was terrified. Such a beautiful girl actually likes... She came out. She was carrying a lot of stockings.
They were all the pure nylon ones she wore, they felt great. Some were pantyhose. She walked up to me and said
, "Now I declare you officially my slave. From now on, you have no freedom, your life is in my
hands, everything you do is under my control. If you disobey, I will be ruthless! Okay, now
kneel down."
Hearing her words, my legs and arms went weak involuntarily. Just as I was still hesitating, the whip
struck me. I seemed to have no strength to resist, and I knelt down at her feet. "From now on, you must worship
everything about me, not just my body but also what I wear. Like my stockings. Now I'll train you to worship
my stockings, take off your clothes and pants." "Do I have to take off my pants too? Let's skip that," I said. "Smack!" Another smack
, this time aimed at my genitals. "You should say 'Yes, Master,' understand?" Although the smack
wasn't hard, it was still quite dangerous. If she used force, I'd be finished. I quickly said, "Yes, Master
,"
and started taking off my clothes. By this time, my little brother was already disobedient and started getting excited. I embarrassedly took off
my pants, leaving only my underwear. "Take off your underwear too." "Yes, Master." I slowly took off my underwear
, and my little brother had become quite large. I was very embarrassed and lowered my head. I didn't dare to look at her, but
she seemed to smile for a moment, then stopped immediately. "Your little brother isn't big yet! Don't be disobedient. Put
this on." Saying this, she handed me a chastity belt. After I put it on, my little brother felt constricted. I got excited immediately,
but it was pressing down and I couldn't get it up. Then she took out a pair of stockings, the kind that are pantyhose. She put one stocking
leg on my hand, then put my hand inside the other and wrapped it around a few times. This pulled the pantyhose in the middle into a
strand .
She then put that one on my other hand. Now both of my hands were covered in stockings. Both
wrists were also tightly bound by the stockings, and they were connected in the middle, like handcuffs. I was thinking, when the cold handcuffs
were already on my wrists. They were real handcuffs, very heavy. It would have been even more uncomfortable if it weren't for the stockings. But with my hands
covered by her stockings, it felt very comfortable when my hands were together. That silky feeling was wonderful.
"Is it comfortable?" "Yes, Master." Then she went behind me and put shackles on my feet, which were also real and
very heavy.
There was also a collar, tightly against my neck, and it was locked, connected to an iron chain. She
tried the iron chain. She lifted my chin with her hand, laughing at my disheveled state, and said, "My slave is not bad
.
Quite obedient. Here's a reward for you—give me a foot massage." "Yes, Master." She then fastened
one end of the chain to the sofa leg, sat down, and placed her delicate feet in front of me. "
Thank you for your kindness, Master." Looking at her beautiful feet before me, I quickly picked them up with my handcuffed hands
. They were incredibly delicate feet. Not a single thick layer of callus. Very delicate feet. Not a single...
Thick calluses. A foot bath. Her tender feet looked especially alluring through the sheer stockings. I began to
massage her. Under her tutelage, I learned how to make her feel comfortable. She enjoyed my massage. At the same time,
I enjoyed the feeling of touching her feet. My hands roamed over her feet through the stockings, the stockings on my hands rubbing
against the stockings on her feet—the feeling was wonderful. Meanwhile, kneeling at her feet, handcuffed, shackled, and
with a collar, the crisp sound of the chains excited me. She, however, watched TV and drank beer without a care in the world,
completely ignoring my existence.
I don't know how long it lasted, but she finally made me stop. "Are my feet beautiful?" she asked me. I said,
"Yes. Master's feet are the most beautiful in the world." She thought for a moment and said, "Then are you willing to be my slave for life
?" "Yes. I am willing to be Master's slave for life." She was too beautiful; she had not only taken away my
physical freedom but also controlled my mind. I no longer belonged to myself. "Okay, now lick my feet,
massage them with your teeth and tongue. Don't drool on my feet. Understand?" "Yes, Master..."
Before I could finish speaking, her foot was already in my mouth. I instinctively leaned back,
losing my balance because of the handcuffs, and ended up grabbing her foot. She laughed at my reaction. "Hurry up and
massage it, why are you holding my foot? Use your mouth!" I cupped her foot in my mouth. I gently bit her
toes, then her soles and heels. Then I licked her feet with my tongue. Because of the stockings
, she couldn't feel it much. "Snap!" I was whipped again. "Use more force!" "Yes, Master.
But you're wearing stockings, so you might not feel it much." "Snap!" Another lash, this time without the gentleness,
clearly with force. "Who told you to be so talkative? I'm going to make you lick my feet through my stockings. You lowly slave,
do you even have the right to touch my feet? Letting you touch my stockings is already a huge favor for you. If you don't do well today,
you'll regret it." "Yes, Master." Afraid she would hit me again, I held her feet and licked them forcefully. "Like this."
After a while, she switched to making me lick her other foot. She was finally satisfied. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. "
Do my feet smell good?"
"Yes, Master. I'm willing to massage you every day." These were probably my true feelings. I had
completely entered the role. I couldn't control myself at all, and with my hands and feet bound, I could only let her play with me
and manipulate me.
"You've improved. Now, as a reward, you can use your face as my sofa." She stood up after saying that. Holding
the iron chain from her collar, she walked behind me and pulled hard, and I fell to the ground. "Get down between my legs yourself."
I was handcuffed and shackled, making it difficult to move. She impatiently pulled hard on the iron chain. My neck was suddenly constricted
, it was so uncomfortable. I struggled to move, finally managing to get between her legs. I felt my nose was being pressed crooked as she
unceremoniously sat down on me. My entire face was pressed under her buttocks, my nose against her genitals. I
could only breathe in her scent with difficulty. I could smell a fragrance through her panties. It was wonderful.
Just when I was about to give up, she finally got up. "Does it smell good?" "Yes, Master." "Then
I'll reward you with something even more fragrant. Come on!" "Yes, Master." I awkwardly got up. "Who told you to get up
? Crawl." "Yes, Master." I immediately crawled on the ground, but my hands were handcuffed together, making it impossible
to crawl. She glanced at me: "Then you can walk on your knees. From now on, you'll walk like this, remember?"
She pulled the chain towards the toilet. I was shackled and struggled forward on my knees. When we reached the toilet,
she tied the chain to the water pipe next to the toilet and sat down to urinate herself. After she finished, she stood up with her back to me,
sticking her butt out towards my face. "Didn't you just say it smelled good? Then lick it clean." "Yes, Master. But
I didn't say your pee..." This time I wasn't hit. "So you're saying my pee doesn't smell good?" "No
, Master," I didn't dare argue with her. She took out a pair of pantyhose and wiped the remaining pee off her butt
.
"Didn't you just say my feet and pee smelled good? These are the ones I wore. They have both scents,
enjoy them." After saying that, she pried open my mouth and stuffed the pantyhose inside. Then she used another pair of pantyhose to gag my mouth,
wrapping it around the back of my head and tying a knot. That way, I couldn't spit the pantyhose out of my mouth no matter what I did.
Actually, I'm very clean. I feel uncomfortable even when other people's saliva gets on me, let alone
pee. But this time, for some reason, I didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, I thought of her faint fragrance
and felt it was nice. I would have been willing to lick her just now. Out of politeness, she didn't force me, so I
let it go.
She then led me back to the living room, pulling on the chains. There she saw my engorged penis. "You wretched slave,
disobeying again," she said, untying the chastity belt. She then took a stocking. First, she tied a
knot at the base of my penis, then wrapped it around it, layer by layer, upwards. She tied another knot under the glans, and finally put the chastity belt on.
My penis was now tightly bound. This time, she made me lie face down on the sofa. I thought, at least I
wouldn't have to kneel anymore. She tied the handcuffs and shackles to fixed points at both ends of the sofa, securing me to it
.
Then she put a pair of pantyhose over my head; through the stockings, I could still vaguely see outside. But
then she blindfolded me. Suddenly, everything went black. I only heard her turn on the television.
Then she sat on my back. All I could hear from the television were men shouting, women laughing, and
the sound of whipping. She watched while whipping my buttocks with the leather whip in her hand. Although she
wasn't using much force, it still hurt. Every now and then, hot things dripped onto my back; I guessed it was candle wax
. But with her stocking in my mouth, I couldn't scream. "Does it feel good?" she
asked again after a long time.
This time I couldn't speak. "Mmm…mmm…" I made sounds I couldn't even understand myself.
Then I received another lash. "Can't you nod? Do I have to teach you?" So I nodded vigorously, as
if I were kowtowing and begging for mercy. Finally, she stopped another round of abuse. Actually, it wasn't really abuse. She was just
toying with me, making me feel embarrassed.
She untied the ropes, then unlocked the handcuffs, and removed the stockings from my hands, head, mouth, and
penis. Only the shackles and collar remained. I suddenly felt a deep emptiness. "Go take a shower, make sure you're clean.
Crawl over there. And don't close the door." "Yes, Master." I crawled into the bathroom and began to shower. But
she came in after only a short while. She specifically made me clean my penis.
After I finished showering, she didn't put a chastity belt on me, leaving me naked. She led me to her bedroom. Inside
was a large bed. There were posts at both ends of the bed. On the posts above the headboard were two handcuffs, one on each side.
"Crawl on the bed." I did as she instructed, crawling onto her bed. She took out a pair of thick white athletic socks
and put them on my hands. Then she handcuffed my hands to the headboard. She then tied the ropes of my shackles to
the posts at the other end. Then she stuffed a pair of stockings into my mouth, gagged me like before, and put
a stocking and blindfold over my head. After a while, I don't know what she was applying to my anus. It was cool and slippery.
I just felt something being stuffed into my butt. It was swollen and painful. "Ugh... um..." I wanted to scream but couldn't
.
She unlocked the handcuffs, let me turn over, and then handcuffed me again. At this time, she seemed to be
tickling me all over with feathers. Then she licked my body randomly. I twisted my body excitedly, and my hands and feet started to exert force. Fortunately,
there were thick stockings on my wrists through the handcuffs, otherwise my wrists would definitely be chafed. With my hands and feet cuffed, I could only obediently lie
on the bed. At the same time, my penis immediately became erect. She also straddled me. She aimed at my penis and
sat down. My penis entered her body. It felt so good! She kept twisting and moving up and down
.
And whipped me with a leather whip. Every time my penis penetrated deep into her, she would excitedly whip
me.
She kept sitting on my penis. Something was stuffed into my anus, with a section sticking out. Every
time she sat down hard, that thing would push into my anus. So every time she sat down hard, I had to thrust
my penis upwards forcefully. Each time it went deep inside, exciting her immensely. But the more excited she became, the
faster she whipped me. I also reached orgasm, the handcuffs, shackles, and collar clanking.
I finally ejaculated. She was exhausted too.
But she didn't let me go. She handcuffed both my hands together, to one side of the bed, leaving
the other side for her to sleep on. And so, she held me through that unforgettable night. She only
removed everything from my body the next morning.
"Was last night fun?" "Yes, Master." I was used to answering like that. "Since you like
being my slave, then from now on, when there are other people around, you'll call me 'Sister,' and when no one's around, you'll call me 'Master
.'" "Okay, Sister." "Are you kidding me?!" "Didn't you say you'd call me 'Sister' when there are other people around?"
"You lowly slave. I meant when there are other people around..."
From then on, I often went to her house to be her slave. Until I went back to school. She said that when I went home for vacation,
I would still be her slave. She was still waiting for me to serve her. I was waiting for that day too.

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