Xin'er Chapters 1-7

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Chapter One:

Before the white-lacquered wooden-framed French windows, beside the dark brown leather sofa, on the round oak coffee table,
unique patterns were outlined. On the platform, a red book sat, depicting the lips of a man and a woman, embracing and kissing. The
sensual woman's full lips nibbled at the man's stubble-covered mouth, gently pulling, reluctant to part. The five large characters,

"Love is Incomparably Desolate,"

profoundly encapsulated the author's inner thoughts. It was also the book my master had recently been engrossed in
reading. I often wondered what was so interesting about these difficult books that made him read
them , savoring the extraordinary insights gained each time he read them.

I only saw neatly trimmed nails; it was a familiar, thick hand that casually picked up the book by the end and brought it to
his lower abdomen to read. The pages flew, dancing gracefully under the manipulation of his fingers.

Before me, naked, I knelt obediently at his feet, cupping warm
water from a basin in my hands, carefully pouring it over the soles of his feet within my sight, washing them tenderly and affectionately. It was as if I were
brushing away all the grime, leaving only the most beautiful parts.

Splash…splash…

“Yearning to possess, so trying to let go…” The owner of these legs pursed his lips, looking at the printed words in the book in his hands
, softly reciting: “…yearning to be deeply loved, so pretending not to love too deeply…”

His left hand held the book, his right hand folding the pages; his black and white shirt exuded a
gentle and refined air. Yet, his two bare feet, glistening with water droplets, appeared bizarre and surreal.

“…What seems like self-destructive emotion, isn’t it also a kind of ‘perfect’ love…”

His toes wiggled up and down, water droplets floating in mid-air, like a mischievous child, and I knew
what he wanted me to do. This unspoken understanding is the result of long-term accumulation, not something cultivated in a short time. The towel at the bottom was lifted,
wrapped around both feet, and the excess water was dried. In the soft sunlight behind, it shimmered with a halo of light.

"Mmm..." I savored my master's words, chewing them over and over in my heart. I held his feet in my hands, calling
softly . I knelt respectfully beside his legs, displaying my most submissive posture, "...Master..."

My lips parted slightly, my wet tongue protruding, my face felt hot, a lingering shame clinging to me. However,
my long-trained nature gradually took over my actions, skillfully manipulating my body.

Licking.

My toes and tongue made direct contact. The unique texture and feel spread through my nerves to my
mind. My mouth secreted wet saliva, brimming with a visceral desire to taste, like a delicious
meal.

*Slurp!* *Gurgle!* *Chirp! Glug!

* The gentle murmur of tasting, like the flow of a river, traced notes on a continuous soundscape, playing
the sweetest song.

"Xinnu, is it delicious?" A gentle voice spoke again, completely different from the man on the book cover.
The face before me was smooth and clean, while the character in the book was rugged and bold. The pupils behind the glasses, half-closed, revealed
a deep appreciation, burning my face with their intensity. He teased, "Haven't you had any for a long time? You've been missing it terribly, haven't
you?"

I slightly turned my head and closed my eyes, avoiding my master's gaze. My hands continued their serving motion, still obediently licking, and I replied
shyly , "Master... don't say that..."

I pleaded softly with shyness while lewdly tasting my master's toes, not even
sparing , experiencing this complex and contradictory desire, both pleasurable and thirsty.

"Look at me," he commanded with unwavering authority.

"Hmm..." Shyly, I secretly opened my eyes, looked up at my master, and respectfully replied, "...Yes,
Master."

The sunlight behind me shone directly on him. The hazy light and shadow made the man in front of me indistinct. I don't
know if it was my master's vision or the heat of the sun, but my body felt even more restless. It was as if a flame was
burning rapidly inside me, but it had nowhere to be released, buried shallowly beneath my skin, ready to burst forth.

Glug! Chirp! Squeak! Glug!

I licked from my toes to the soles of my feet, the taste buds on my tongue carrying a faint salty taste, and the masculine aura of a man. This was clearly a very dirty act, but I enjoyed it immensely, and was reluctant to part with it. Or rather, I could not do such a degrading thing to any other boy or girl
but my master . Especially under his gaze, I licked even more enthusiastically, hoping to receive his praise. At the same time, a tingling, itchy sensation gathered in my lower body, as if concentrating on my clitoris, swelling and becoming engorged with blood. "Hoo-ha...ha...hoo..." The moist breath exhaled through my nose brought with it the unique scent of my master's feet, like a deadly addiction, rushing into my nasal cavity. Instantly, my whole body trembled involuntarily. The opening of my lower body contracted forcefully. The mound of my buttocks, which my master developed to maturity, seemed to be invited, greedily and longingly seeking his affection. "Master..." I pleaded, looking up. Snap! The book closed and was casually placed back on the coffee table. Leaning forward, my master's right hand fingers came to my face. A slight hook of his index finger, a seemingly simple action, made my physical reaction even more pronounced. My heart pounded wildly, resonating with the teasing of his fingers, saliva spread in my mouth, and I swallowed it with a gulp. "Xin Nu." The enchanting words echoed in my ears, the command I had long awaited. " Raise your head, expose your neck." "Yes, Master." I obediently tied my hair up; this was my master's most basic requirement. Firstly, he liked my neck, its delicate whiteness . Secondly, he feared that my long hair, reaching my back, might get caught in my airway during training, causing unnecessary suffocation. Simple yet thoughtful rules touched me deeply. Then, my master on the sofa took out a collar he had meticulously made for me, about the thickness of my middle finger, made of red woven leather, with a small metal tag hanging at the front, engraved with: "Slave Xin'er." The simple four characters were full of symbolic meaning. Every time I saw these words, I felt as if my soul was being ripped away. My solidified personality in reality was stripped away, projected into the body of my master's exclusive sex slave. In this world where it was just the two of us, he was my only one. "Huff...huff..." My breathing became rapid instinctively. My master asked, "Whose collar is this?" "It's...Xin'er..." I quickly corrected myself, saying shyly, "...No, it's Xin Nu's..."

"Correct answer, my good slave."

As the collar drew closer, the pain of my soul being torn apart intensified. Specifically, it felt as if my
moral compass had been stripped away, leaving only my lewd self. Especially when the collar's chains loosened and fastened around my neck
, a wave of overwhelming shame shackled me, a torrent of memories surging from my consciousness,
reminding me my slave status before my master.

Utterly unreserved, completely at his mercy.

Crack! The

collar tightened, and my pounding heart gradually calmed. The blood in my body rushed through my veins, converging on my earlobes, neck, nipples, navel, spine, buttocks, toes, even my beloved cunt, clitoris, and anus. My surging veins thirstily yearned for more favor. "Go, Xin Nu." The master stood up and commanded, "To the room." "Yes, Master." One after the other, one walking, one crawling. I followed closely behind the master, half a meter behind, like a loyal female dog, not daring to overstep. My breathing also became lighter, my body swaying from side to side with my limbs, especially my buttocks, experiencing my shameless and lewd appearance, enjoying it immensely. We walked through the corridor and stepped inside. After passing the first resting bedroom, we arrived at the training room . Throughout the entire process, we did not exchange a single word. However, that subtle but powerful aura always enveloped me. Not to mention, I, who was obsessed with this feeling, unknowingly became flushed, my genitals wet and sticky . Thump! The door closed. Only after entering the room did I realize that the master's tools had been prepared in advance. Suddenly, a cold chill rushed into my head, and trembled. It was not the cold weather, but the equipment inside that terrified me. A huge, full-length wooden mirror stood opposite a black, human-shaped iron cage designed to fit my physique. I was on all fours, crawling like a dog, completely confined by the tightly woven iron cage. While could still move freely, there was a gag resembling a dog bone around my neck—its purpose is self-evident. The areas around my breasts and buttocks were open, fitting snugly against my skin and distributing my weight. There were also two holes in my buttocks for various sex toys to fit in and out. ...Ugh... why this torture device again today! The memory of "enjoying" this thing last time slowly surfaced in my mind. Fragmented images of memories sprayed out with my thoughts—the near-exhausted dizziness and the endless orgasms were truly indescribable. And today, there was this huge mirror, clearly meant to make me indulge in debauchery . The thought of what was to come made my body instinctively contract and secrete fluids, accompanied by an unbearable itch, actively lubricating my sensitive passages in preparation for any eventuality. "Master..." I hesitated slightly, pleading, "...Please, don't..." "Hmm," Master took a brown leather riding crop from the wall and coldly asked, "Do you have a problem with that?" He flicked the tip of the crop, sending ripples through the air. Dressed in a black suit and white shirt, Master, holding the riding crop, exuded a sadistic aura, yet remained impeccably composed. "No, Master." I instantly curled up, bowing my head and prostrating myself on the ground. Then, the tip of the crop pressed against my cheek, the cold leather rubbing against me intensifying my fear . I was terrified that Master would slap me hard across the face the next second. ...The excruciating pain of being whipped on the face was something I would never forget. "Raise your head." The whip forcibly lifted my chin. By then, my eyes were already brimming with tears. Even though nothing had started, I was already crying in fear. Yet, the slave nature within my soul betrayed my reason; I kept inhaling the scent of leather, both terrified and expectant of my master's whip. "Master…please don't…" I pleaded softly. *Smack!* Without a word, intense pain surged through every nerve, making me see stars. And my uncooperative body, in the agony, even lost control of its bladder. I clearly felt that as my cheek was slapped, several drops of urine uncontrollably . "Ugh!" I cried out. Warm liquid poured onto my inner thighs. Immediately, a slippery, pungent smell wafted into the air. Oh God! This is so shameful… Then, the whip returned to my chin. My master's expression remained unchanged; his pupils behind his glasses held a mixture of his characteristic gentleness and severity. A steady right hand, without any hesitation, gripped the whip firmly, and said, "Get in the cage, move!" My heart skipped a beat as the command was given. I must say, the word "move" is always the keyword I dread hearing most from my owner. It creates an indescribable sense of oppression, forcing my behavior to obey their demands. "Ugh..." I wanted to resist one last time, but my body wouldn't obey. Right hand, left foot, left hand, right foot—the rhythmic movement guided my steps, resignedly leading me into my dog cage. Restrained, confined, my space rapidly diminished, my limbs forced into a bent position, elbows and knees supporting my weight—it was incredibly uncomfortable. Fortunately, the cage's other supports distributed my weight. Click! The sound of the cage locking declared my freedom, stripped away by my owner. "Huff...huff...huff...huff huff huff..." I gasped for breath, my heart pounding violently. Because the mirror in front of me reflected my naked body without reservation. The inky black wire mesh, my milky white frame, my lewd and wanton self, my flushed face and hazy , seductive eyes, exuded an alluring attraction. Yet, the unseen private parts also welled up with more fluid, driven by intense shame, increasingly resembling the instinct of a sex slave , permeating every cell. At that moment, I wanted to close my eyes, to escape this shameful scene. Unexpectedly, my master, already aware of my mischievousness , instructed, "Chew on the bone, and look closely at yourself." "Ugh…" I hesitated, pleading, a mixture of resistance and acceptance. But immediately, I received my punishment. *Smack! Smack!* Two sharp, piercing sounds cut through the air, striking my buttocks precisely, swiftly and heavily. The burning, numbing heat accompanied my painful cries.

"Ahhh!"

Not even a shred of resistance or willfulness was given to me. This was my master during training—decisive and cruel.

"Xin Nu." The whip traced the marks left by the blows, making me tremble uncontrollably, terrified of
the pain that might strike at any moment. The torment felt like torture, awaiting my response. "Bite, do it."

"Yes… Waaah… Master…" I choked out.

A burning, throbbing pain shot through my buttocks, and tears streamed down my face like raindrops. In the mirror was a
woman with teary eyes, her tightly pursed, wet lips slowly opening to reveal her pink, sticky mouth as she bit into the
specially made dog bone.

"Hah…" A muffled groan escaped her lips, unable to close.

"If you had just behaved earlier, wouldn't it have been better?" My master came to my side, adding sarcastically, "You've been getting beaten
for nothing ; is your butt itchy?"

"No… no, it is…" I protested pitifully.

The dog bone was designed to be thick and large; after only a short time of gnawing, my cheeks felt sore from being stretched open.
Saliva, which should have been swallowed, slowly accumulated in my mouth, causing great discomfort.

*Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

* Another round of unexpected whipping followed.

"Ah! Ooh! Ahh! Ah!" I instinctively twisted, searching for a place to hide. However,
in this confined iron cage, there was no room for escape. "Ugh! Ugh! No… Ooh!"

The entire training room was filled with the sound of the master's whip and my miserable screams. These ten
lashes on made my saliva flow freely, soaking my entire bone.

"Ugh… Ugh…" I cried out in pain.

The numb and swollen skin of my buttocks felt like it was being burned by fire. Then, the master's hand stroked my
face, and he pulled on the leash next to the dog bone, tightening it to restrain me.

"If I don't give you a good spanking, you're naughty." He made sure the object in my mouth was firmly in place. "It's only been a short time since
I properly disciplined you, and you're already starting to disobey me."

He fiddled with my bangs, making my lewd reflection in the mirror even clearer. With the dog bone, the shame
intensified. Collar, cage, dog bone—it seemed only an ear or a tail was missing. A beautiful, living
dog was about to appear before my eyes.

And this beautiful dog was me.

"Uh...no, I dare...uh..." I mumbled incoherently.

The master ignored me, leaning down and reaching out his left hand to play with my soft breasts, while his right hand, using
the length of the riding crop, penetrated between my legs, rubbing the hard leather tip against my anus.

"Heh, or... are you deliberately making a mistake so I can punish you severely?" the master chuckled, "Just
that dishonest."

His fingers pinched my nipple, slowly rubbing it on his fingertips. A tingling, pleasurable sensation immediately surged
through me. It was completely different from the feeling of touching myself; one was gentle and ethereal, the other was heavy and solid.
The master's strength, with its simple teasing, made my nipples hard to the point of discomfort.

"Ugh... oh..." I let out a soft moan, playing along with the master's caresses.

My two engorged nipples were alternately played with. Especially when they were scratched and poked by his fingernails, it felt like
an electric shock, coursing through my entire body again and again.

At the same time, his stiff riding crop rubbed back and forth between my thighs, flipping and hooking, teasing
my labia and clitoris, an indescribable agony. A yearning for more, yet an emptiness that could never be satisfied,
stirred by the whip's churning, made me feel my juices gushing forth, echoing my shameful, lewd desires,
wet and slippery.

"Mmm... Master, Master... Oh... Ee-ha..." The pleasure transmitted from my sensitive spots circulated within my
body, rising and falling with my breath, splashing out wave after wave. "...Master, mmm... Haha... Human...
Slave... Mmm... It's so uncomfortable... Mmm... Itchy..."

If I weren't trapped in the dog cage, I think I would have already thrown myself into my master's arms, letting him do as he pleased, indulging in wanton
moans and cries. But, imprisoned, I was merely my master's sex toy. My
suffering would not end until he was satisfied.

"Torture me," my master said just as I was about to lose myself in desire.

He abruptly stopped, leaving me stranded in that awkward, unsatisfying position. Further advance brings greater
pleasure, while retreat is cruel torment. The peaks of pleasure emanating from my body plunge me into this endless
hell of desire.

"Mmm... Master, Master... Ugh..." My appearance is utterly degrading.
The wanton woman in the mirror, chewing a dog bone, is completely unlike her usual reserved self. Hungry eyes, flushed cheeks, and glistening beads of sweat
highlight my most shameless flesh. "...Spare me... Ugh... Haha... Slave, slave..."

Like a prisoner tormented by ants, every cell in my body yearns for sadomasochism. The scene in the mirror shows
my nipples hard and burning, as if about to burst. And on the floor below, a pool
of semen has dripped silently, telling my true nature: a shameless sex slave.

"Want pleasure?" My master's voice comes again.

Suddenly, I realize my nipples are being clamped shut by my master. The pair of
red were mercilessly fastened to my nipples by my master, producing intense pleasure without any pain.

*Jingle-jingle!* *Jingle-jingle!* *Jingle-jingle!*

The bells rang loudly, caused by my master's manipulation. But after the pleasurable sensation came the excruciating
pain, tormenting my nipples with the shaking of the bells.

"Ugh! Ughhhh!" I cried out, my head thrown back, my lips aching from the clamps.

Yet, a hope lingered within me, a yearning for more intense and cruel torture from my master, a way to thoroughly punish this perverted
body. In a flash, my vagina and anus contracted and writhed rapidly, as if afraid my master wouldn't notice my
true feelings, declaring them with the most sincere action.

*Plop!*

The next second, something finally filled my empty body. Some cold, realistic dildos poke at my
sensitive sphincter muscles, then thrust straight into my rectum, stretching open the inner walls. At that moment, my master stood
behind me, watching the instant my anus was breached.

So good! So incredibly good!

An indescribable feeling quickly filled my intestinal walls, exploding into sparks of desire,
igniting the very genes of my soul, creating a dazzling display.

"Gulp... um..." My eyes widened, but no sound came out.

Then, the master began to thrust the dildo in and out of my anus, making
lewd and shameless sounds.

*Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop plop! Plop plop!*

Only in front of the master would I be so wanton, even in my anus. The secreted fluid
easily made my chrysanthemum bud emit such unbearable thrusting sounds.

"Xin Nu, you can't hold back anymore!" Another violent thrust.

"Oh..." My mind was hazy. My

violently trembling body betrayed my impending climax. Only the master's manipulation could bring me
to the brink of an anal orgasm. Just a little more stimulation was needed to reach the peak I longed for.

"Master...uh...man...give, give...uh...give Xin Nu..." I pleaded incoherently. Under
the master 's thrusting, my most primal lust was revealed: "...Oh...uh...a reward, bestow it upon your slave...ha...
orgasm..."

"Hehe, then I'll give you an orgasm." The master smiled with satisfaction, intoxicated by my pleas.

In an instant, it felt like I was in heaven, incomparably blissful. The sweet smile on his lips made me
lose my , and I didn't notice my surroundings under his smile.

Snap!

The unexpected whip struck my clitoris precisely. The master in the mirror smiled with
a hint of cruelty. After the whipping came the continuous assault on my anus.

Thud! Thud Thud Thud! Thud Thud Thud Thud!

The shock...dizziness...like the last straw that broke the camel's back, my erect
clitoris, which had been almost bursting, was instantly released in excruciating pain—

orgasm!

In an instant, I completely stopped thinking. I must have lost the ability to think long ago; from the moment I met the master
, my entire soul was immersed in this training. I followed his instructions step by step.

And now, it was time to enjoy the fruits of my labor, which made me dizzy with the pleasure of being tortured, my vision gradually blurring until
I lost consciousness...

If I could, I desperately wanted to be utterly wanton under my master's training until he was satisfied. In fact,
my sensitive body didn't have that kind of spirit and stamina. Often,
I would collapse .

In front of the full-length mirror, in the dog cage, this shameless female animal, I reached
the ultimate . Then, my special dildo was inserted into my cunt and anus at the same time, and with alternating and continuous piston-like
movements, I repeatedly succumbed to lust, gushing endless amounts of vaginal fluid, until I completely lost control of my body.

I don't know how much time had passed, but a comfortable feeling spread throughout my body. Warm and cozy, like soaking in a hot tub, all
my pores were open, floating in this free space. Then, a steady sound filled my ears, a resonant
vibration.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

In a daze, I slowly woke up. Completely naked, I lay on my side on my master's lower abdomen, my hair scattered
, rising and falling gently with his breathing and heartbeat.

His left arm was around my shoulder, his fingers slowly stroking my hair, a satisfied happiness enveloping me.
Then , a piercing pain shot through my body, like popcorn bursting in my joints.

"Ouch..." I groaned in pain.

"Slave..." My master noticed my reaction and said calmly, "...You're awake."

This nickname, "slave," made my control over my body even more concrete.
The feeling of being confined in the dog cage just now felt unreal, like a dream. However, the sensitivity of my two private orifices emphasized that I had indeed experienced
that training.

"Is it good, Xin Nu?" Master lowered his head, smiling with narrowed eyes.

Instantly, I felt a surge of grievance, my nose stung, and tears welled up. I didn't know why I
felt so sad; perhaps it was because I was only focused on my own pleasure and hadn't made Master feel the same way.
Throughout our time together, I always felt I hadn't given Master an equal return.

"Why are you crying?" He frowned. "Silly girl."

Master placed his hand on my head, stroking it affectionately. The two completely different
feelings of intertwined, indistinguishable. Suddenly, in a hazy state, I remembered those lines Master had recited:

"Yearning to possess, so I try to let go. Yearning to be deeply loved, so I pretend not to love too deeply."

The profound meaning spread through my heart.

"Ignoring my questions, are you planning to disregard me?" Master's voice immediately turned colder. "Xin Nu,
haven't you dealt with me enough?"

"No, Master," I quickly replied.

The slave nature branded on my soul made me unable to ignore his words and actions. I quickly raised my head,
looking my master, begging for his forgiveness.

"Hmm." My thumb brushed aside my bangs, gazing into my eyes. "That's a good girl."

Then, my master's gaze shifted, returning to the horizontal line in front of me. For some reason, I heard
a muffled groan in my ear, but I didn't make a sound. The groan was faint, but I knew it was mine.

I wondered where it was coming from

. Instinctively, I followed my master's gaze and turned to look at the television at the foot of the bed. The screen was brightly lit, showing
a close-up of a pair of full breasts, two delicate nipples hanging vertically, each adorned with a bright red nipple bell. The swollen
peaks revealed the blue veins beneath the skin, a visual feast against the pink skin.

Then, the bells jingled, and the woman inside cried out.

The camera panned to the back, revealing a pair of bright red buttocks restrained by a dark iron cage. Two dildos of
different sizes took turns entering and exiting my vagina and anus. The squelching sounds of their thrusting were pleasant, and abundant
love juices gushed out, creating another kind of captivating scene.

My face flushed red, and the image of the woman inside flashed through my mind…

The image shifted upwards, landing on a full-length mirror. A woman with her hair up, chewing on a specially made dog bone,
moaned wantonly. It was indeed myself!

“Master!” I cried coquettishly, throwing myself into his arms.

“Admiring your own slutty state, don’t you like it?” Master grinned wickedly.

“No, Master.” I was so ashamed that my ears turned red, “Please spare your slave…”

This blissful feeling was my favorite moment whenever Master disciplined me. Being able to lie safely in his
arms, indulging in playful teasing like a child.

However… even sweet moments have their moments of awakening.

In the evening, we left the training hut. My master kindly escorted me back to my student dormitory, but I was a little
reluctant to leave . After all, he was married and never stayed out overnight.

"Qi, I'll text you when I get home later," he called me by my real name. "See you next time."

"Okay."

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