I am my master's female slave

My first training session

was on April 22, 2009. First, I want to thank the BDSM community, because that's where I met my master.
I always claimed to have a master there, but actually, my master is my husband. My husband didn't
understand SM at first; he only tried some things at my request, but his ultimate goal was... well, you could
say we never had any real SM training. But today, I have a completely new understanding of SM. It's
not just based on pain and violence anymore. I realized SM can be so reassuring.

I don't know how to describe my master, so I'll just use three words: "professional, gentle, and strict."
And I also want to thank my master, even though he knew from the beginning that my purpose in being with him wasn't so
pure, he was still willing to help me and even agree to my requests. Thank you.

Now, let me talk about my feelings today, which is also a task my master gave me. Well,
I was very nervous before going today because I didn't know what kind of training would be conducted, or what kind
of person my master would be during the training. I even had a "death wish" mentality. I had told my master beforehand that I could leave him alive no matter how much he hit me
, hehe. But now it seems those worries were unnecessary.

My master first told me to take a shower, but when I was halfway through, he suddenly pushed the door open and came in. I wasn't
prepared at all, and I felt both ashamed and scared because I had never done
this . But he didn't say anything harsh; he just asked if the water temperature was suitable and told me how to clean
myself. After the shower, it was time for an enema, which showed how considerate my master was.

The water temperature wasn't too cold or too hot, and I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He kept asking me how I felt,
and even when he was shaving me, he would chat with me to ease my tension. But I couldn't control myself;
I was soaking wet down there. My master even joked with me, which made me almost die of embarrassment.

With preparations complete, my master led me into the bedroom. Seeing the things on the bed, I almost screamed. The
thought of using these things on me filled me with a mix of novelty, fear, and excitement. However, my master standing
behind me, supporting my shoulders, gave me a great sense of security. Since there was no mirror, I didn't know
what I would look like with all the ropes tied around me. I imagined I'd look like a meat dumpling, but the feeling of
being and helpless was indescribable.

With my body bound and all my openings "filled," coupled with my master's whipping, I answered the first
question, feeling my body tremble and my breathing become rapid.

During the dog training, my master personally put the collar he had given me around my neck. From the moment I knelt,
I was to be my master's obedient bitch. This is why I insisted that the collar was a gift from my master;
perhaps in my heart, it was a symbol of power.

I don't think I did well today. There are many things Master needs to teach me from scratch, but I will try my best
to do better in the future. I really enjoyed bringing the vessel to Master, and how Master stroked my
head , making me feel very loved.

I really don't know why the vessel kept falling out while crawling. "Master, I swear,
I really didn't mean to, and I couldn't control it." I will practice more until you are satisfied.

In the end, I finally ate Master's sacred object. This is Master's greatest reward to me.
Although I was blindfolded throughout the process, and I know I wasn't entitled to see it, I still felt extremely
honored to serve Master's sacred object with my mouth and to eat Master's. Thank you for your grace, Master.
This servant kowtows to Master here.

Yesterday

was truly grueling. After the master's training the day before, my body and mind were in a
state of constant arousal. My mind kept replaying the master's instructions, and I was constantly aroused. By
evening, I couldn't take it anymore and begged the master for permission, but he said, "No, you must
learn to abstain." But I was in so much pain, constantly pleading with him.

Not only did he not sympathize, but he also punished me. Because I couldn't control myself, he made me chat in a group chat, looking at
pictures and articles to stimulate myself, but I wasn't allowed to touch my breasts or genitals. At that moment,
it felt like ants were crawling all over my body, and I was incredibly itchy.

Then something unusual happened in the group chat, completely ruining my mood. I was really
angry . I just wanted to lie down and sleep, so I could stop thinking and doing nothing, but the master
ordered me to lick my breasts clean and put them in my mouth. After lying down, I
put them to my mouth. All day long, the taste was unbearable, but it was the master's order,
how could I disobey?

So she slowly put it in her mouth and licked it. The smell was strong and a little salty.
After finally licking it clean, Nunu put it in her mouth, still savoring the
aftertaste , while one hand kept stroking her nipple and the other reached down to her genitals.
Her mind was filled with fantasies of this person disciplining her. Unexpectedly, Nunu quickly reached
orgasm .

Afterwards, Nunu's heart was racing and her limbs had no strength. She just lay there motionless,
not knowing when she fell asleep. She slept very deeply and soundly, only to wake up in the middle of the night to find herself still
naked.

Thank you for the training, Master. From now on, Nunu will try her best to complete every task assigned by Master. The

pre-sleep phone call training:

A phone call before bed actually brought me to sexual climax. This was something I never thought I would do. I never
thought I was so despicable.

Yesterday, this lowly slave made many mistakes. I shouldn't have sent the photos to other S's, causing my master a lot of trouble .
I especially shouldn't have secretly touched him behind his back. Even though it was just a touch, my master said it was wrong, and that's it .
Fortunately, my master wasn't too angry with me, and even taught me a lot, like how to
report my physical condition and how to bathe my master. These were things I didn't know before, and they sounded both novel and
exciting. Even though it was just some text online, I was already uncontrollably aroused.

But my master wouldn't let me touch him with my hands, so I stayed wet until very late. However, what made
me happy was that my master allowed me to call him before I fell asleep. I was so excited! I immediately ran to take
a shower and dialed my master's number at the time he specified.

On the phone, the master asked the slave many questions she had just asked, but the slave was too stupid and couldn't answer many of them
. The gentle master helped the slave recall, without getting angry at all. However, the slave, who had just
showered was already incredibly wet down there after the conversation. The master
was so clever, immediately seeing through the slave's thoughts, and demanded that the slave only rub her breasts and not touch
her genitals . The slave was in excruciating pain, feeling like thousands of ants were crawling all over her.

The slave begged the master repeatedly, but the master wouldn't allow it. The slave, of course, dared not, and could only keep
rubbing her breasts while trying to control her hand from moving downwards. At that moment, the slave truly lost her mind,
shouting at the master, "Stop talking!" The master, perhaps angry, said he would punish the slave by forbidding her from doing so that night.
The slave, unable to bear such punishment, immediately begged for forgiveness.

The master said the slave was very lowly, begging for such things. Yes, the master is right
. The slave is truly despicable. Under the master's insults and abuse, she gradually lost control of her
body , even almost making a sound in the middle of the night. The master said that if she wanted his reward, she had
to learn how to speak like a slave. Those phrases like "I want it," "I'm in pain," and "I can't take it" are only permitted by others
, because the slave is not worthy of expressing her own subjective desires. The only reason she wants something is
because of her despicable nature.

Under the master's guidance, the slave finally spoke: she wanted to be fucked, she wanted
to be humiliated, and she would be willing to do anything as long as her three holes were filled. After
these words were spoken, she reached a climax. The clever master appropriately allowed the slave to put her hands
in the phone. Soon, one hand held the phone while the other was on the slave.

Finally, she reached sexual climax. Her breathing became rapid, her heart pounded, and all her strength was concentrated and released
in an instant —a feeling that many times cannot be truly achieved.

My master, however, managed to bring me to orgasm within a short hour via phone. I
kowtow to my master here, thanking him for his reward.

Unfortunately

, I'm feeling really unwell right now. My limited food and water intake over the past few days has left me weak, and I
even fainted at my husband's house today. Therefore, I haven't completed the tasks my master assigned me. But, no matter what, an order is
an order, and failing to complete it is my fault. I won't make excuses for myself and am willing to accept any punishment from my master.
Okay, now I'll go over the training diary from the past two days.

The training session the day before yesterday was very short, but my master used his unique power to make me orgasm several times. Before the training,
my master instructed me not to wear anything but a short skirt to the training location, which I of course obeyed,
but I was incredibly nervous.

Because my skirt was too long, I kept pulling it down, but it covered my chest, so a lot of it would spill out. I
had no choice but to take a taxi, thinking that at least fewer people would see me. But even then, the
taxi driver's eyes never left me. I really can't imagine what that uncle was thinking.
After getting out of the taxi, I had to go to a store to buy rope as my master instructed. Hehe, wearing clothes like that to buy rope,
you can imagine the situation.

The stares around me were driving me crazy. What's worse, my clitoris had already overflowed.
At that moment I really felt like a prostitute, and I felt even worse than a prostitute, but this
excited me.

After finally getting everything ready, as my master instructed, I had to go into the room early, wash myself clean, and kneel at
the door waiting for my master. While waiting, I was really looking forward to my master's training that day. My master finally came
, passing by me and walking straight into the room. I felt my master's majesty and
how insignificant I was in his eyes. My master sat on the bed and allowed me to kneel before him. According to my master's rules, I timidly reported my
physical condition and the mistakes I had made, not knowing what punishment would follow.

This time, the master chose anal dilation as punishment. After two enemas, the slave lay on the bed, anxiously
awaiting the master's punishment. When the anal plug was only halfway in, the slave was already in unbearable pain
, crying and screaming incessantly.

Fortunately, the slave's master was a merciful ruler, only giving the slave a small punishment and warning her
not to repeat the same mistake. The slave was grateful for the master's mercy. What needed to be done next was... Before this,
the master had already stuffed both the slave's anuses full, then tightly bound her with rope pants. The master tied the slave tightly
to a chair, her hands behind her back, rendering her completely immobile. He also attached vibrating
eggs to the slave's nipples and gagged her.

The slave didn't know how she looked at that moment; she only felt like a thousand insects were crawling inside her. The master said the slave
was about to bleed. The master blindfolded the slave and went to take a bath. In the darkness, the slave was filled with anticipation
and unease.

After the master finished bathing, he came to the slave. Although the slave couldn't see, she could feel the master's breath. The slave
loved this scent. The master approached the slave and increased the intensity of the vibrating egg. The slave's body had already escaped
her control, trembling uncontrollably. Then, the master placed the sacred object into the slave's mouth, and the slave involuntarily
began to suckle. However, she was scolded, told that it was a gift from the master, and she was not worthy of
receiving it at will. The slave endured it fiercely, constantly warning herself not to be presumptuous.

After the master released her, he allowed her to serve him a bath. Following the method he had previously taught her, the slave used
soap on her vulva to wash the master's noble legs, and soap on her breasts to wash the master's noble
body and sacred object. After the master finished washing, the slave had to lick the water droplets off his body. Of course, this
included licking his anus and feet. While licking the master's feet, the master placed his other foot on the slave's head. Besides
being lowly , the slave could find no other adjective to describe herself.

After everything was over, the master bestowed holy water upon the lowly slave. When the holy water was poured onto the slave's body, head, and mouth
, the slave was overjoyed. The master's holy water didn't taste like what she had imagined; it was somewhat bitter, even with a faint
milky flavor. She thought this might be related to what the master had eaten the previous night. Unexpectedly, this training session resulted in
the slave receiving the master's favor. Perhaps it was the slave's involuntary action, or perhaps it was the master's reward, but this certainly
went against our initial intentions, against the asexual training we uphold.

Afterwards, the master told the slave that this was the first and last time, and there were many other things the master said to her...
It left me with a bittersweet feeling.

Although I haven't been under Master's tutelage for very long, I'm not exactly a newcomer in the SM world.
Of course, I know the problems that might arise or occur. I can't say I have no feelings for Master, because when
someone is to completely submit to another, they must find
something ; otherwise, everything would seem so contrived and hypocritical. But I've never intended to cause Master
or myself any trouble with these things.

So what I want to tell Master is that there are some issues you don't need to worry about. Even though people can't control
their emotions they are still restrained by reason. I will manage the distance between myself and Master well, and see clearly
the difference between reality and games. I don't want this matter to create a rift between us, and I certainly don't want unhappiness to come from sex
.

Quietly, quietly...

how can I describe my feelings yesterday? I saw another side of Master, I saw the tenderness that S doesn't let go of.

Because I've been on a diet lately, I've been feeling very dizzy and can't get out of bed. My master also said not to train me recently because he
's very busy. Until yesterday around 11:00 AM, my master suddenly texted me, telling me to prepare everything and be in the room before
12:00 PM . Oh my god!! One hour is all I have—to shower, put on makeup, do an enema, and then
get to the designated location. How am I supposed to manage that? But it's my master's order, so I have to
do , even if it means being punished.

Finally, I entered the room at 12:10 PM. My master called, saying he'd be there soon, so I knelt at
the door waiting for him. Around 12:30 PM, my master opened the door and went straight to the bed
without saying or doing anything extra. I didn't dare move an inch. There were no orders from my master, but I really wanted to
turn around and see what he was doing. Those few minutes felt so long.

The master called the slave to his side and ordered her to undress so he could inspect her body. The master said she
was already incredibly wet before the training even began. First, the master wanted to report on his recent control over her body. Between
the two training sessions, she hadn't had sex, only with her husband once. Her mistakes were failing
to greet him at the appointed time the night before, speaking rudely to other masters, and forgetting her place by saying inappropriate
things. The master said he would punish her severely to make her remember these mistakes.

He ordered her to wear no clothes except high heels (newly bought shoes, the heels of which she considered
quite high). Then he tied her tightly with rope. He remembered the master mentioning something called "
tortoise shell compress" in the group chat; anyway, she was bound like a dumpling, and it hurt terribly.
Then the master led her to the toilet, telling her the punishment had only just begun.

Her hands were tightly bound, the rope looped around the shower rod and tied to her left leg,
forcing her to stand on one leg. Ugh, and she was wearing high heels! This position was so painful.

After a while, her leg ached and swelled, and the master's whip lashed down on her body, breasts
, and genitals. The submissive could only beg for mercy, pleading for her master's forgiveness. The master ignored her,
turned off all the lights in the room, and said she was going out to buy something. The submissive screamed in terror. Fortunately, the merciful master didn't
do that; he only gave her a few more lashes before letting her go. The submissive immediately sat down on the ground
, but the master wouldn't let her sit. She could only endure the pain and follow her master back to the room.

Although she was back in the room, the punishment was far from over. The submissive, like a female dog, brought the collar to
her master. The moment the master put the collar around her neck, she became his loyal bitch.
The master led the submissive around the room twice, then went to the door, saying he was taking her out for a walk. He could
hear voices outside, and the submissive was terrified. She was sure someone would call the police if they saw her like this.

She kept backing away, but the leash was firmly gripped in her master's hand, pulling
painfully on her neck. The master said that if she didn't want to go out, she would have to accept other punishments. He then tied the leash to
the radiator, forcing her to lie on the floor, her limbs bent and tightly bound together. This way,
when she tried to crawl, she could only use her elbows and knees. She only managed two steps before the pain became unbearable. "

There are still marks on my knees," she said. Seeing how hard the female dog was struggling, the owner carried her to the bed, thinking
she could finally rest. But... he was wrong. The owner clamped the dog's genitals with clips and
tied a rope to her big toe so that if her legs got tired and she wanted to put her down, it would pull
. Of course, there were also clips on her nipples, connected to her thumb.

In this position, the female dog only crawled half a circle on the bed before she started sweating.
The owner was so cruel! In the end, he even inserted a stick into the female dog's vagina, but it was too big;
the female dog felt it was pushing all the way into her stomach, and she felt a tearing sensation.

When it was all over, the female dog, who hadn't eaten for several days, was almost exhausted. Lying motionless on the bed, my gentle
master stroked my head. It felt so good. Actually, this is one of the reasons I like being a dog. I love
the sense of security of being pampered. My master allows me to lie in his arms and be affectionate, but all I want to do is
lie quietly, receiving comfort from him, letting go of all my responsibilities and burdens. I can
completely surrender my tired heart to another person, thinking of nothing, doing nothing, just being quiet like this.

This is the feeling I want, the release I want through SM, the thing I want to achieve. Thank you, my master,
for allowing me to release all my pain and burdens through this way that others see as abnormal, and for
giving me love and care that others can hardly understand.

The feeling of ease when you completely entrust yourself to another person is something those who preach
morality can never understand. In the end, I did my best to serve my master, everything from the bottom of
my heart, without any coercion or burden. Seeing my master's release makes me very happy.

Pain/pleasure, until the pain is

unbearable, my whole body aches, and after a nap, I feel even more exhausted. But then I discovered a feeling that could
replace it , a feeling that allowed for complete physical and mental release. Pain—it allowed one kind of suffering to completely mask another,
letting tears flow freely within the pain.

Yesterday's punishment was one I had voluntarily requested from my master, but when I actually knelt before him to report my mistakes,
I felt fear. My whole body trembled uncontrollably. Was it fear of the punishment to come, or utter submission to my master's authority?
Submission. I think it's a combination of both.

The training began. My master warned me again that the punishment wouldn't be easy. I nodded, filled with anticipation and fear.

My hands were behind my back, my arms tightly bound together. The muscles in my shoulders ached from the strain. Suddenly, my master
pushed me down onto the bed from behind, his face
falling
onto me without any resistance. My legs were bent backward, bound to my arms. The muscles in my shoulders and thighs pulled and ached. No matter how I stood, it hurt. The whip rained down on me. I didn't cry out, I didn't scream, I didn't even groan. This wasn't enough for me. I wanted
even more pain.

Someone once told me that I couldn't feel physical pain because there was a
stronger , a sensation that masked the physical pain. Maybe he was right, but I was sure that strong
sensation wasn't happiness. What I wanted, what I begged my master to give me, was
pain , pain that would allow me to truly cry out the tears from my heart.

My master pulled me up, untied the ropes, and whispered gently in my ear, "This is just the beginning." I
nodded. I wanted it to continue. Next, my breasts were tightly bound together with my arms.
Any movement of my hands would only tighten the ropes around my breasts. Resisting would only cause more pain, so of course
I wouldn't resist or hide. I looked forward to the feeling of the whip hitting my body. Lying on the bed, looking up at my master,
my master holding the whip, the whip in my master's hand, that feeling... indescribable, only those who have experienced
it can understand.

The whip lashed my body at will, my breasts, my
nipples, which were usually sore to touch because of my period, were now enjoying a feeling that was usually unbearable. "Want to continue?" I nodded. My nipples and
labia were clamped full of clamps, and then another lash. The sound of the whip hitting flesh was crisp. I bit my lower lip
and listened quietly, trying not to let my cries disturb the beautiful rhythm.

My master got out of bed and took out a red candle from his bag. I knew it was for me.
I looked at him with gratitude and fear. I had never tried this before and didn't know what it would be like. The unknown fear made me a little
timid . The candle was lit. At this moment, the candlelight no longer symbolized romance. What kind
of abnormal experience would the flickering flame bring? When the first candle wax fell on me, my body twitched. The second,
the third, countless wax waxes, and I let out soft moans. Especially when the wax wax dripped onto my nipples, hehe,
the feeling gradually became numb.

My tightly clenched lips gradually loosened. I turned my head away and quietly thought, "Does it hurt? Does this really hurt me
? Why is it that I, who can cry over a single sentence, who can cry inexplicably, the
crybaby , can't shed a tear now? Isn't this physical pain enough to cover up the pain in my heart?"

It turned out that this wasn't enough. For me, it wasn't real pain. "Want more?" I nodded.

Perhaps it was the sheer hardship of endurance, perhaps I was utterly exhausted, or perhaps I simply wanted to cry.
As the whip danced between the clamps around my genitals, tears finally streamed down my face. With the first tear, I
burst into tears, screaming and begging for mercy. In the pain, I found a strange release, a suffocating
satisfaction . My master helped me up and untied the ropes. He then laid me back on the bed and inserted
a dildo inside me. After one thrust, I lay limp and motionless on the bed.

I saw my master wipe the sweat from his brow. I didn't speak, my heart overflowing with gratitude.

Resting in my master's arms, I felt completely at peace.

My master went to the bathroom to shower and called me in. I thought he wanted me to come in so he could shower, but
he smiled and said, "How can you serve me when you're so dirty?" I looked down at myself, covered in wax residue
, and stuck out my tongue. He gently washed my body; the water was so warm, so very warm…

After the shower, he asked me to help him. Maybe I'm really clumsy, because after a few massages, he stopped.
I felt really guilty for not being able to serve him well. He held me and we lay down for a while. He satisfied me,
and of course, I should do my best to serve him. He said I did very well this time, that I had improved a lot,
and I was very happy. This was the first time I had received his holy elixir
reward . This time, I really didn't need any help.

It's been a day and a night now. Although my body is still a little tired, my mind is still savoring the experience. It doesn't hold much attraction for me anymore
. I've found my own sense of satisfaction, an ultimate release. This is a

belated entry

, and I think I can no longer capture the emotions I felt at the time. I hope my owner will forgive me.

I don't want to explain too much; I didn't do it, and I'm willing to accept my owner's punishment.

On June 10, 2009, at 11:30 AM, I received a text message from my owner telling
me to wait for her in the room at 12:30 AM, wearing a skirt and an open crotch. I was incredibly excited and immediately ran to shower,
put on makeup, and quickly gave myself an enema, thinking it would save a lot of time. After finishing my makeup, I realized, oh my god, time
was almost up! I was definitely going to be late this time, and I could only take a taxi. But I discovered I had no money in my wallet,
and it would be too late to get more.

I could only borrow from my mom, but because I had no repayment history with her, I had no credit
limit she refused to lend me the money. I was so anxious that I shouted and made a scene. My mom couldn't persuade me, and seeing how desperate I was,
she had no choice but to give it to me. I practically ran out of the neighborhood, even though I was wearing very high heels, it didn't affect my
mood or speed at all.

I jumped into the car and headed straight for the agreed-upon location. I texted my master from the car, knowing I'd definitely be late. My master, being
merciful gave me an extra 15 minutes. Upon arrival, I practically ran upstairs, thankfully
texting my master at the last minute to let him know I'd arrived, thus avoiding punishment.

I gave him my room number and obediently knelt at the door, waiting for my master's arrival. This time, my master arrived quickly;
about ten minutes later, the door started clicking. I lowered my head, waiting nervously and excitedly. The door opened, and
I didn't dare look up, only whispering, "Master." My master passed by me and sat on the bed. Only when
my master gave the command "Come here" did I dare to get up, walk to my master, and kneel down.

Next, as usual, I reported to my master that I'd made love with my husband and that it had grown back, hoping
my master could remove it. I made a mistake, my master talked back, threw a tantrum, and drove his friend away. "And what else?"

My master's voice was icy cold, scaring me so much that I forgot everything. "What about the text message?" Oh my god, I...
But I forgot my biggest mistake and immediately became incredibly nervous, fearing my owner would abandon me and I'd become a stray dog. I immediately
lowered my head and admitted my mistake, hoping for punishment. If my owner was still willing to punish me, it meant I hadn't been abandoned.

"Stand up, take off your clothes," he said obediently. I held onto the coffee table and bent over. My owner
began examining my private parts. When his fingers touched me, my body involuntarily twisted. *
Slap slap* , his hand collided with mine, the sound crisp and clear. Although it hurt, I
couldn't control myself; I just kept twisting my body unconsciously. I've been hit countless times.

My owner ordered me to go to the bathroom, and then he followed me in with the enema kit. I told him I'd already
done it myself at home, but when he did it again, it was still very dirty. I was so frustrated. He gave me two more enemas;
all the three times I'd done it myself at home were for nothing. After the enema, my master brought in a razor and shaving cream.
He had me lie down against the wall on the floor and then checked my genitals. I had tried to please him by
shaving myself several times at home, but each time it was bloody and painful due to improper handling, and the hair follicles were somewhat
infected.

My master gently applied the shaving cream. His hands were warm and gentle, and the cool
sensation was very comfortable. While shaving, he chatted with me easily and naturally, which reminded me of my
first time undergoing BDSM, when he chatted with me so gently to ease my nervousness. Thinking of this
, I secretly smiled when he lowered his head.

The preparations were complete. What was his plan now? I was eager to find out. Back in the room,
I obediently lay on the bed as he instructed. I didn't know what he had prepared, so I could only lie there obediently,
not daring to or rather, not wanting to, peek back.

I felt a cool liquid dripping down; I guessed it was lubricant. Vibrators were inserted in both my front and back,
along with other things—I didn't know what they were—but I felt completely filled.

My master made me get out of bed and walk a few steps, asking if I felt uncomfortable. I told him my back was sore and walking
was uncomfortable. He took out a pair of leggings from behind. That way, walking wouldn't be uncomfortable. He
tied the leggings around my neck and ordered me to get dressed. Oh my god, was he really going to take me out like this? My
skirt is so short! His actions confirmed my suspicions. He picked up the room key, and I
awkwardly followed him out of the room.

All the way, I kept tugging at my skirt. I don't know if it was psychological or my already poor figure
combined with the revealing clothes, but I felt like everyone around me was staring at me. I tried hard not to think about anything else and to keep
looking forward. He whispered in my ear that walking like this would attract attention and that I should try to be more natural.
But how could I be natural? The vibrator was still on. It
was hard enough to stop myself from twisting my body. I followed him downstairs into a small restaurant and sat down opposite him. His expression was gentle,
with a soft smile.

"How are you feeling?" My master asked so naturally. I buried my face in my hands. How could I be
like this when my body was so aroused? I begged my master not to ask anymore, but I had to answer her command.
I could only tell her that my heart and body were itchy. My master told me to put my hand under my skirt and push the switch
to the end, but I didn't know which end to push it to. The vibrator stopped vibrating.

My master said the other end. Without thinking, I pushed it down. Oh my god, my relaxed nerves
tensed up again. I almost cried out. I tried to control myself, and the feeling wasn't
so intense anymore.

My master and I chatted easily. After my master finished eating, when we wanted to go back to the room, we
found that the lobby on the first floor was being cleaned. How unlucky! My master and I knew that we could only
go back through the other door. But strangely enough, the wind wasn't that strong that day. Even walking was a bit difficult. I didn't
know should try to keep walking forward or try to hold up my skirt.

As I rounded a corner, I felt a man following me. Without evidence, I couldn't say
anything. Finally, after passing through the lobby, the elevator corridor, and back in my room, my mistress told me that the vibrator's string
was sticking out from under my skirt and had already been seen by someone. I was a bit stunned.
When , she discovered it was already soaked. She smiled at me, holding the string.

Once the drawstring was undone, it had a new purpose. I don't know what the method was called, but I can describe
it: it tightly connected my curled-up legs and breasts, with my hands tied between them. Trying to straighten my legs or
move my arms would inevitably pull on my breasts. So, my mistress positioned me with my legs dangling in the air, my arms supporting me
on the edge of the room.

Due to gravity, the force from my legs was completely transferred to my breasts, which were being pulled terribly.
My mistress made me walk a few steps. This position was really uncomfortable; I couldn't straighten my body. If
I tried to stand up straight, my breasts would suffer even more.

I was laid supine on the bed, my head tilted back and drooping over the edge, my legs spread wide, held down tightly by my master,
who was inside me, making me feel like I was in heaven. I finally had my master's sacred object, and I greedily sucked on it.

Perhaps because I wasn't used to the supine position, I hurt my
master My master was tired, very tired. He lay on the bed, looking exhausted. I felt sorry for him; I didn't know how
to comfort him.

I gently sucked on my master's sacred object, hoping it would make him more comfortable. I wanted to go slowly and not stimulate him;
I wanted to spend more time with my master; I wanted time to stand still. But then, there was a sudden knock on the door
. We both jumped. What was going on? My master told me to hide in the bathroom while he got dressed and went to open the door.
Sigh~ After all that trouble, it turned out we had gone to the wrong room. My master returned to the bed, closed his eyes; he was too tired.

I continued my task, and after a while, I received the holy liquid as a reward. I've never wasted a single drop,
but this time, due to the angle, I hurt my master again. Master, I really didn't mean to; I'll
definitely .

My master is very tired. I touched his body; his muscles were a little stiff. Was it because of excessive stress?

My master looked at the watch on his phone. "Two minutes left." He was actually timing himself. Master, do you have to be so precise every
minute ? Is it so difficult to give me an extra minute?

Time was up. I got dressed, returned the room key, and my master said he was going to Hebei, which conveniently coincided with our route.
I was so happy. My master and I walked together along Binjiang Road towards the station. We talked a lot, but I
mostly listened. I loved listening to him quietly, no matter what he was saying. Then the phone rang again
. My master couldn't walk with me anymore. We stopped by the roadside, I hailed a taxi, and
said goodbye .

Back home, lying in bed, my master's every smile and gesture lingered in my memory like a gentle cloud. I think I'm
attached to him. From the very first time, he gave me a unique experience. I think I cherish him,
everything about him, even his scent. I think I trust him. I've never asked him for any information; it
's not important to me. I've never wanted to interfere in any part of his life. I just want to cherish
every moment that belongs to me, and do my best to please him—my master.

(The End)

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