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Christmas and New Year's Day, great gifts galore: Gratitude cash rewards up to 88,888 yuan! Registration address: Finally, another job interview opportunity arrived. I got up early this morning, carefully groomed myself, and while eating breakfast, meticulously rehearsed what I would say during the interview, which I had thought of the night before. I felt very satisfied. At 8:00 AM sharp, I slung my very elegant yet exquisite backpack over my shoulder, carefully examined myself in the mirror, and felt I was flawless before leaving home.

I took a taxi to the company, and the sunlight outside the window seemed particularly bright along the way. I couldn't help but hum "The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau." When I was almost at the company, I took out my
small mirror again, reapplied my lipstick, and wore a confident smile.

I was number 6, a very auspicious number, which boosted my confidence. However, the expressions of the people ahead of me during their interviews puzzled me
. Were the test questions difficult? As I was wondering, I suddenly heard my name called. I straightened my clothes and confidently walked in. Huh? When I
saw there was only the manager in the room, I was incredulous. In previous interviews, there were at least three interviewers! Why was there only the manager here
? The test that followed left me even more perplexed. The manager didn't say anything, but simply showed me a video. The video showed a very beautiful girl
being tortured by a man.

After watching the video, the manager asked me to go to the restroom inside, take off my underwear, and show it to him. Although I was reluctant,
I couldn't care less about that in order to get this high-paying job.

I went into the bathroom and took off my underwear, only to find it was wet. I was very embarrassed, but I had no choice but to hand
it to the manager. He picked it up, looked at it, and a smug smile appeared on his face. I took my underwear and awkwardly left the room.

I had barely stepped out of the room when my phone rang. It was my manager, telling me I'd been hired and could start work tomorrow. While I was overjoyed to
have finally landed this job that so many people dreamed of, a chill ran down my spine. I didn't know what my specific duties would entail, or whether I could
perform well enough to satisfy my manager.

Chapter One: The Slave Contract

Today is my first day at work. After careful grooming, I, who was already pretty, look even more radiant.

When I arrived at the company, it wasn't time for work yet, so I waited outside. A little while later, the manager arrived, and I quickly went to greet him.
The manager nodded and let me follow him into his office.

Wow! Our manager is such a handsome and charming guy! I was so nervous during the recruitment process that I didn't look closely, but seeing him today
really excited. Then he handed me a form, telling me to look at it carefully and sign it if I agreed. I took the form and saw it said "
Slave Contract," and my heart skipped a beat. Further down, it said that from the moment I signed, our relationship would become that of master and slave, and the slave had to be
absolutely obedient to the master. Seeing this, a surge of anger welled up inside me; I really wanted to yell at him and storm out. But when I thought about the 10,000 yuan monthly salary,
I hesitated. That's 10,000 yuan a month! 10,000 yuan—what a tempting number! Seeing my hesitation, the master told me to sit down and watch a video first, then
consider it carefully. I sat nervously on the sofa, watching the video the manager showed me. It was full of scenes of the master playing with female slaves. As I watched,
my heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat; it was very arousing, and my lower body was already sticky and wet. Then the master said to me, "After you sign, we can do
it like in the video." At that moment, I was blinded by lust. I grabbed a pen and quickly wrote my name on the form,
not caring about any other requirements on the form. All I wanted was for the manager to play with me quickly. A smug look appeared on the manager's face.

The manager told me to take off all my clothes. Although I felt a little embarrassed, I still took them off. The manager pinched my nipples and slapped my buttocks, which made me
very excited, and I reached orgasm in no time. The manager asked me if I was enjoying it, and I said I was extremely happy. The manager said that this was just the beginning, and that there was more to come, so I should just
enjoy it slowly.

At that moment, I was incredibly proud of myself. With such a high salary and such a comfortable job, why wouldn't I want to do it?

As for the agreements the manager asked me to sign next, I signed them all without even looking at the details. That's how I became
the manager 's slave.

It was almost noon, and the manager wanted me to have lunch with him. During lunch, he demanded I kneel on the floor to eat. I refused, so he pulled out a signed
agreement and showed it to me. A fatal clause on it stipulated unconditional obedience to all of his demands. What could I do? I was so blinded by greed that I signed it
without even reading it.

The manager said that from now on, I was no longer allowed to call him manager; we had officially become master and slave, and he was my master. He said that if I ever
displeased my master, I would be punished. Only now did I realize that my life as a slave had officially begun.

I knelt on the ground to eat with my master. Every now and then, he would deliberately drop some rice grains on the ground and demand that I lick them up and eat them. If I refused,
he would twist my nipples. I felt so wronged, with tears welling up in my eyes, but I still licked up the rice grains and ate them as he asked.

After dinner, my master ordered me to strip naked, kneel on the ground, and read my slave contract. As I read, a chill ran down my spine. Some of
the demands I never even dared to imagine, and I couldn't continue reading. My master was furious and tied me up tightly with ropes. Although I struggled, I
was no match for him.

My master pushed me to the ground, unbuckled his belt, and began whipping my body mercilessly. I struggled in agony, finally begging for mercy and
promising never to disobey his orders again. Only then did he stop. He released me and ordered me to kneel and read the slave contract ten times. I dared not disobey
him and obediently read the contract ten times. After finishing, I was sobbing uncontrollably. But my lower body was overflowing with fluid. My master
looked at me and laughed, saying, "You're a rare slut. I'm determined to train you into the best slave."

The phone rang urgently; it was my master calling, saying he would arrive in 15 minutes. I dared not delay, and quickly tidied the house to prepare to welcome him.
After showering, I followed his instructions and didn't put on any clothes. The sound of a car horn told me my master had arrived, and I quickly knelt at the door to await him.

Upon seeing my master, I greeted him respectfully. My master was carrying a small leather suitcase, and I wondered what was inside. After entering the house, my master casually tossed the small
leather suitcase onto the sofa, crossed his legs, and sat down on the sofa.

I understood what my master meant, and without waiting for his instructions, I quickly knelt down, picked up his feet, and licked his toes.

Then, the master opened the suitcase for me to see, saying that today's training was called "Searching for Plum Blossoms in the Snow." I saw many dildos, candles
, clips, ropes, etc., inside the small suitcase. The master set up a round table and had me lie on it, my body on the table, my head, arms, and legs dangling down. The master used ropes to
tie my hands and feet to the table legs. He then took two clips and fastened them to my nipples, then lit two white candles and
began dripping wax from my breasts. Each drop of hot wax dripped onto my tender skin, and I groaned, begging the master for mercy. But the master completely ignored my
screams, focusing intently on drawing up his plan.

I don't know how much time passed, but the two candles finally finished dripping, leaving a white stain on my chest and abdomen. Then my master saw the fluids flowing onto
the table and laughed, saying, "You're such a little slut, no matter how I torture you, you still
get aroused." I felt embarrassed, but how could I control my fluids? My master then picked up a thick dildo and inserted it into my vagina, turning it on. The thick dildo writhed inside me,
stimulating me to moan incessantly. Then my master took out a red candle, lit it, and dripped red wax onto my breasts, navel, and vulva, forming plum
blossom patterns. My master looked at his masterpiece and laughed heartily!

As soon as I got to work this morning, I saw a packet of leaf-like things on my desk. I was wondering what kind of tea it was when my employer ordered me: "
Stew this in water and drink it. You must finish this whole thermos of water within an hour." Good heavens! I don't like drinking water at all.
How am I supposed to finish such a large thermos of water in an hour? But seeing my employer's unquestionable gaze, I could only nod and say yes.

I poured the water and sat there, forcing myself to drink. Almost 40 minutes had passed, and I'd only drunk less than half a pot, feeling nauseous. Just as I was feeling miserable, my master came in.
He picked up the thermos, weighed it in his hand, and slapped me across the face. He said harshly, "You worthless servant, if you don't finish this in an hour, see what I
'll do to you!" Then he stormed off. I covered my burning face, tears streaming down my face. There was no way around it; I had to drink. Twenty minutes later, my master returned
. Seeing there was still a cup of water left, he grabbed me by the neck, picked up the cup, and forced it down my throat. I gulped it down, gasping for breath, and finally finished
the water . I was so anxious and nauseous that I broke out in a cold sweat.

About two hours later, my stomach started to hurt, and I needed to defecate. With my master's permission, I rushed to the toilet, relieved myself, and then needed to go again
shortly . This happened five times, until I felt completely exhausted. I didn't know what was wrong with me; I wondered if I had eaten something. Then
my master told me that what I had just drunk was called "senna leaves," which is specifically used to cleanse the intestines. My master said that starting tomorrow, my anus would be "trained."
To make my anus better serve my master, I had to empty my intestines today, and from now on, I couldn't eat anything except milk. He opened a drawer,
took out a rubber rod much thicker than a penis, ordered me to strip naked and kneel on the ground, applied some lubricant to my anus, and inserted the rubber rod into my
anus. Ah!!! I screamed, almost fainting from the pain. I cried and begged my master to forgive me, even asking for
a slightly thinner one! But the master said he deliberately used this thick one to stretch my anus open. My anus was very tight, and
I was wriggling my buttocks in pain. The master used a lot of force but still couldn't insert the rod into my anus. The master got angry, raised one foot and stepped on my buttocks
, and with a sudden force, with a scream from me, the rubber rod finally went into my anus. I fainted.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt an uncomfortable swelling in my anus and a bloating sensation in my lower abdomen. I opened my eyes and saw my master sitting beside me, watching me. Seeing that I
was awake, he brought me a glass of milk to drink, and tears streamed down my face. I knew that although my master was very strict when disciplining me, he still cared for me in ordinary times
.

The host said it was getting late and suggested I stay the night. I nodded. I not only didn't have the strength to go home, but I couldn't possibly
go home !

My anus was so swollen and uncomfortable all night, and I slept fitfully until dawn. I didn't know what kind of training awaited me today. My heart was filled with trepidation
and excitement. I longed for my master to arrive soon.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt an uncomfortable swelling in my anus and a bloating sensation in my lower abdomen. I opened my eyes and saw my master sitting beside me, watching me. Seeing that I
was awake, he brought me a glass of milk to drink, and tears streamed down my face. I knew that although my master was very strict when disciplining me, he still cared for me in ordinary times
.

The master arrived, carrying a large brown paper bag. He ordered me to take the bag into the inner room.

The inner room is the master's rest room, about 30 square meters in size. It is exquisitely decorated and has excellent soundproofing. As long as the door to the inner room is closed, no matter how loud
the noise , it will not be heard outside. Therefore, the master can train me as he pleases inside.

After a while, the master came in after arranging the day's routine. Upon seeing him, I quickly knelt down, begging for his discipline. I've developed
a habit kneeling automatically whenever I see the master in the inner room. I know that if the master lets me into the inner room, it means he's going to discipline me.

My master ordered me to take the contents of the paper bag out and place them on the movable coffee table. I crawled to the table, knelt
down
, and arranged the items. First, I took out two large glucose syringes, followed by two bottles of yogurt, an anal plug, and two clamps linked together with chains. After arranging them, I lowered my head and knelt on the floor, awaiting my master's instructions. Following my master's orders, I went to the bathroom, knelt on the floor, and raised my buttocks high, begging my master to remove
the rubber rod inserted into my anus. My master stepped on my buttocks with one foot and forcefully pulled the rubber rod out of my anus. As the rubber rod was pulled out, I felt like a deflated balloon, my stomach
suddenly shrunk, and I felt an indescribable sense of relief. However, this relaxed feeling did not last long before
my master began to discipline me.

The master pulled the movable coffee table to the bathroom door, opened the yogurt bottle, filled the two syringes with yogurt, and ordered me to bend over, supporting myself on
my knees with my hands, and insert the syringe into my anus, injecting the yogurt into my anus. I clenched my anus tightly, afraid the yogurt would spill out. When the second syringe was injected,
my stomach hurt terribly. I begged the master to stop, but he ignored my groans and pleas, continuing until the second syringe was finished. Then he took an anal
plug and plugged my anus. My stomach hurt terribly, and I needed to relieve myself, but the master wouldn't allow it, making me hold it in. After about 20 minutes, I couldn't hold it in any longer, and
I knelt on the ground, begging the master to let me relieve myself. My master agreed, but he made me stay in the same position, bent over, hands supporting my knees. I didn't care anymore
; as soon as he pulled out the anal plug, I couldn't help but spit out the yogurt that had been injected. The yogurt sprayed far, and the rest flowed
down my vagina. I was so embarrassed. But at the same time, a thrill I'd never felt before excited me. I turned on the water heater and
washed both my master and myself clean. My master pulled up the coffee table, and I followed behind, crawling into the inner room. Once inside, my master took a chain clamp and clipped it to my
penis, peeled the egg, and inserted it into my vagina, ordering me to crawl on the floor barking like a dog. I felt wronged, but I dared not resist. I
crawled around on the ground three times, barking like a dog. I saw my master was also excited, his penis hard and erect. He ordered me to crawl to the corner of the wall, kneel on the ground, head against
the corner, buttocks raised high. He then thrust his thick, erect penis into my anus from behind. It felt so good, so exciting! My master's panting and my
cries mingled together. When he was about to ejaculate, he ordered me to kneel on the ground, head tilted back, mouth open, to catch his semen. I swallowed all the semen he ejaculated into my
mouth and licked the semen off his penis. That's how my master completed his first anal training.

This morning, as I was getting ready to get out of bed, my phone rang. It was a message from my master. The message ordered me to wear a miniskirt and a low-cut top, and
no underwear or bra. My nipples had to be clipped with the special nipple clips my master had provided. I couldn't take a taxi; I had to take the company bus to work and be there by 8:00 AM.
I glanced at the time and quickly dressed and left as instructed. My home isn't far from the bus stop, but the road felt incredibly long, and I felt like
someone was watching me… When I arrived at the bus stop, it was rush hour, and the bus was packed. I'd never taken the bus to work before
, but my master had ordered me to obey. I struggled to squeeze onto the bus, finally managing to get on. At that moment, I realized that the buttons on my shirt had been popped off, and my entire
breasts were exposed. I quickly grabbed the towel with my hands, but it was too late.

A murmur of surprise rippled through the bus. People were whispering, "Look at that woman, she's got a hair clip on her head! Look!" Suddenly, all
eyes turned to me. I was incredibly embarrassed. Tears welled up in my eyes. Finally, we arrived at my stop. I got off the bus and ran all the way to the office. Once inside,
I threw my backpack onto the sofa and collapsed onto it, sobbing uncontrollably.

The master came in and saw me crying. He asked me why, but I was too upset to speak. The master raised his hand and slapped me. I quickly stopped crying and knelt down.
The master angrily said, "You lowly servant, you'll never know your place if I don't beat you soon. Tell me why you're crying." I told the master what had happened in the car
, and the master said smugly that this was the expected effect. The master continued, "From now on, there is no privacy on your body.
As long as the master gives the order, you must expose every part of your body to everyone, no matter the occasion. For better and more complete exposure, you must
shave your pubic hair and armpit hair." I shouted loudly, "Don't shave my pubic hair and armpit hair!" The master said mysteriously, "Lowly servant, I'll wait for you to beg me to
shave them." After saying that, the master tied my hands with a rope and hung me from the door frame. He then took two very tight clamps and fastened them to my nipples. He took another rope, put one
end around my neck, passed it through my vagina from behind, and tied the other end to the clamps on my nipples. The master then took a ruler and whipped me. It hurt so much!

I couldn't stop wriggling my hips, which caused the rope to rub against my clitoris and pull on my nipples. I groaned and begged my master for forgiveness.

The master seemed not to hear and continued to whip me. I couldn't control myself anymore, and my juices dripped down.

The master said, "You lowly servant, I ordered you to shave your pubic hair, and you dare to disobey me so brazenly!" I begged for mercy, saying, "I
dare I beg you to shave my pubic and armpit hair. If you give the order, I am willing to expose everything to the light of day."

The master then put me down, ordered me to lie on the coffee table, took out a razor, and shaved all my pubic and armpit hair clean. At this moment, I saw that
the master 's penis was very erect, which meant that the master was very excited.

My master unzipped his pants, and I quickly knelt down to give him oral sex, until finally swallowing all of his semen.

My master's friend arrived, bringing his female slave with him. My master said this friend was very skilled at training slaves, and this time he came specifically to demonstrate his power.
His female slave was very beautiful, wearing a black trench coat, making her seem so mysterious. But what puzzled me was that the female slave always kept her hands behind her back.
The way she walked also a bit strange. Upon entering the room, the female slave naturally knelt at her master's feet. Her master took out a key, and the female slave raised her hands from behind her back
. Only then did I realize that the female slave was wearing leather handcuffs. Her master used the key to unlock her handcuffs, and she stood up and took off her trench coat. I was stunned.
It turned out that the female slave was only wearing this trench coat, and completely naked underneath. A collar hung around her neck, a stainless steel
chain passing through the slave girl's vagina and looping down her back before fastening it to the collar. The chain was tight, digging firmly into her vagina. No wonder she walked so
awkwardly. Her nipples were bound with thin woolen rope, probably too tightly, turning them a dark purple. I was staring blankly at
the slave girl when suddenly my master coughed, startling me. I saw that my master's face was very pale; I knew he was angry. The master saw the other woman's slave
kneeling naked at her feet, while I stood there dumbfounded, appearing very disrespectful. He was clearly unhappy with me. I was frightened and obediently
knelt down. The master said to his friend, "This slave of mine hasn't been with me long enough; she's not trained yet. Please excuse the embarrassment. You'll have to help me train her
properly later !" The master's friend nodded mysteriously.

The master and his friend went into the inner room, and the female slave and I crawled in after them. The master's friend began to train his female slave, while the master sat on the sofa
smoking , and I knelt on the floor licking his toes. The master's friend tied his female slave to a shelf on the wall, took a stainless steel lunchbox, opened it, and the master made
me kneel there to watch how the female slave was being trained. I saw the master take a flintlock pistol from the lunchbox, grab the female slave's breast, and
insert the flintlock pistol into the base of her penis. My heart jumped, and I screamed. The female slave only whimpered softly, neither resisting nor begging for mercy. However, her
expression showed great pain.

Then her master picked up a second flintlock pistol and grabbed the female slave's other breast. I couldn't hold back anymore and crawled to his side, pleading for the female slave. The master
's friend slapped me across the face, and my master pulled me back by my hair, then straddled my neck. The master's friend then
pierced the female slave's other breast with the second flintlock pistol. The female slave's face turned deathly pale, and she was sweating profusely. But she still kept saying thank you, master. I collapsed to the ground, desperately
protecting my breasts with my hands, fearing that he would also pierce my breast with a flintlock pistol.

The master and his friend whispered a few words, then the master asked me if I wanted to also have two flying guns inserted into the brothel. I cried and screamed, "No!!!" The master said, "Then you
go and play with that female slave for us. If we're satisfied, we'll spare you." Saying this, he opened the kitchen and took out some utensils. Seeing the female slave's painful
appearance, I really couldn't bear to torture her anymore. But in order to avoid suffering myself, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it.

I first gagged the female slave to prevent her from screaming and making me unable to bring myself to do it. Then I took an electric vibrator and inserted it into her vagina, followed by whipping
her. While whipping her, I made her say some lewd things, and she kept nodding. I pulled the gag out of her mouth and made her say she
was a slut, a bitch, and bark like a dog. She did everything I asked. I lashed her nipple with the whip, and she cried out in pain. I couldn't
bear it , so I begged my two masters to remove the nipple from her breasts. They agreed, but I had to remove it myself. I had no choice but
to close my eyes and pull the nipple out. I saw some blood seeping out where I pulled it out. My heart trembled, but my two masters were very happy. They
put the female slave down and said they would begin simultaneous training. The two masters took their penises out of their zippers, and the female slave and I knelt on the ground,
licking penises while we played with each other's breasts. The two masters exchanged glances and then ordered us to open our mouths, and one of them urinated into
our mouths. At this moment, I heard the master's friend say that his female slave should play with me. His female slave readily agreed.

She grabbed a thick electric vibrator and inserted it into my vagina, then used clamps to hold my penis head shut, and stuffed a string of beads into my anus one by one
. Then she made me crawl on the ground, whipping my buttocks with a whip from time to time, and making me say lewd things and bark like a dog. The master
seemed . Just then, I heard the master's friend say to her, "Your slave is such a slut, look, her juices are flowing!" The master chuckled,
clearly satisfied with my lewdness. The master ordered me to lie on the table and shove his penis into my mouth, and I sucked on his large penis with all my might. My master's
friend used my breasts to envelop his penis and thrust vigorously, while the female slave used her hand to pry open my vagina and
lick my anus. I kept moaning and groaning, twisting my hips; the sensation was incredibly stimulating. Suddenly, my master pulled his penis
out of my mouth and touched it, while his friend also held his penis to my mouth. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide. I
heard both masters moaning and groaning, and felt something warm splash on my face and into my mouth. My master ordered me to swallow the semen in my mouth and commanded the
female slave to lick all the semen off my master's penis and face.

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