【My Story with Sister Zhao】(12) Author: 52676

Author: 52676
Word Count: 5407

(Twelve)

"Okay, it's on the twenty-third floor. Bring it up, thank you." I heard Sister Zhao's voice in my sleep, I didn't
know who she was talking to. I slowly opened my eyes, Sister Zhao was wearing my t-shirt, her face full of excitement.

"Master, what's wrong?" I asked, but found that my throat hadn't opened yet, and my voice was a little distorted.

"Ah, you're awake? Do you remember the two big items I bought?" Sister Zhao put on her sweatpants, opened the door, and
looked at the elevator.

I then remembered that Sister Zhao did mention such a thing when she bought those tools, but after these
two lewd days, I had long forgotten about them.

"What did you buy?" I got up, grabbed the vest and shorts from the sofa and hurriedly put them on. I walked to
the door .

Sister Zhao turned around and glanced at me, smiling mysteriously, "You'll find out soon enough." The scent of shampoo wafted from her hair
, and my lower body slowly reacted, but then it tightened—the chastity belt.

"What mischief are you up to so early in the morning?" Sister Zhao was in a good mood, giving me a sidelong glance before putting her arm around mine.
We looked like a newlywed couple.

"Ding-dong!" Just as I was savoring the soft touch on my arm, the elevator doors opened, and a postman emerged
carrying two boxes. "Ms. Lin Ru, right?" The postman placed the boxes on the floor, glancing at Sister Zhao.
I could tell he was a little stunned, but he quickly composed himself and handed over the mailing slip.

"Yes," Sister Zhao smiled generously, took the slip, and signed it. "I didn't expect both items to arrive at the same time. Thank you for
your hard work."

The postman took the slip, said goodbye, and went into the elevator, leaving the two boxes behind.

"What are you standing there for?" Sister Zhao patted my back. "Aren't you going to bring them in?" She then went back to the living room.

I smiled wryly and went forward, lifting a large but flat box. Although it was big, its weight was
disproportionate. After I put it down, Sister Zhao picked up a box cutter and started unpacking. Her excited expression reminded me of
a young woman in the office who frequently shopped online. It seems women really do have something in common in some ways.

[I never expected Sister Zhao to have such a cute side.] Thinking this, I went to the other box. It wasn't big,
and its weight was similar to the first one, easily manageable for a young person who exercises regularly.

When I entered, Sister Zhao had already disassembled the first box, revealing several rows of aluminum alloy bars, a
thin steel plate, and some loose parts. I examined it and suddenly realized—wasn't this a dog crate
? Could it be…?

Sister Zhao squatted down beside the crate, looking at me, tossing her hair, and winking mischievously. "Do you like it? Your
new "

It really was a dog crate. Sister Zhao seemed to really consider me her "little tail." I suddenly realized
that the idea of buying a dog crate might have come about during a phone call with her best friend.

"Come on, come and set up your bed, see if it fits, hehe," Sister Zhao teased me. "From now on, when I
come to your house, you can stay here."

I keenly caught the last sentence. Was Sister Zhao going to come to my house often? I suddenly felt happy,
full of energy, and quickly squatted down, starting to arrange the parts and assemble it. Sister Zhao watched me busily working
with a smile , seemingly lost in thought. She patted my head, then stood up and walked towards another box.

With a swift movement, the second box was disassembled, revealing its contents. I looked up and
saw a small chair inside, but the seat resembled a commode.

"Come and move this out first," Sister Zhao commanded. I quickly put down what I was doing, moved the item out
, placed it on the floor, and examined it with Sister Zhao.

"How about it? This is a custom-made commode chair. It's not easy to find a vendor that can do custom-made chairs," Sister Zhao said proudly.

I couldn't help but marvel at Sister Zhao's extravagance, because this wasn't one of those cheap commode chairs for the elderly from the supermarket,
but a specialized SM tool.

The base and backrest of the commode appeared to be made of walnut wood, finely polished, and topped with a high-
quality leather cushion, looking extremely comfortable—of course, comfort was essential, as the distinguished
lady of the house . The toilet seat was suspended from the chair by a dozen sturdy springs… [Master will be much more relaxed now.]
I was really looking forward to this erotic design, wishing I could crawl under the chair immediately. Each of the four legs of the chair had three
slots, which I guessed were for adjusting the head height. Sure enough, I found a
wooden board of the same material at the bottom of the box, except that one side had a notch, and a leather pad was nailed around the notch, presumably for the servant to use as a
pillow. This detail touched me deeply. Although Sister Zhao was very brutal when she abused me, many details showed her
concern for me.

"Hmm," Sister Zhao stroked the chair, praising it with satisfaction, and turned to smile at me. "Now I'm finally free
. You have no idea how tiring it was for me to squat on it."

Sister Zhao's words made me blush, ashamed that I hadn't fulfilled my duties.

Sister Zhao seemed to sense what I was thinking. She stroked my face with one hand and comforted me, saying, "You've done
a great job these past two days. I'm very satisfied. We'll work on this more later. Hurry up and finish

building your dog cage." I turned back and started building the cage on the floor. Sister Zhao went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

An hour after breakfast, I finally finished building the cage. The aluminum alloy frame was very sturdy
and lightweight, but I was a little worried about the internal space.

"Put it in the bedroom. You'll sleep in it tonight," Sister Zhao instructed.

I carried the cage to the bedroom and placed it against the foot of my bed. Sister Zhao followed me in, carrying
a pair of pantyhose. She came to me, didn't say anything, but simply pointed to the floor.

I obediently knelt down. Sister Zhao stood in front of me, opened the pantyhose with her hands, and
slowly pulled it down over my head. I felt my head being slowly wrapped tighter with the pantyhose, and my facial
features began to distort as it was wrapped around my head. Sister Zhao carefully adjusted her position. I could smell a familiar scent, and my eyes
fell upon the dark part of the pantyhose directly in front of my mouth and nose. My vision blurred, as if veiled by
a layer of silky glass, everything possessing a hazy, beautiful quality.

"I kept saying I'd save it for you, but I forgot about it in the suitcase. I wore it for several days in Hangzhou," Sister Zhao said, pressing her hand down on
my cheek and pulling it down, then adjusting the edge. She leaned close to my ear and breathed on it. "
It was hot in Hangzhou those days, I sweated a lot, and..."

Sister Zhao's tongue licked my earlobe, and I felt goosebumps rise all over my body. "I wasn't wearing underwear."

I was aroused by the combined allure of her scent and words, but my lower body was tightly
bound , so I could only inhale deeply the mature woman's fragrance.

"Does it smell good? Hehe, that shop doesn't have the hood I want, so I'll have to make do with my stockings for now." Sister Zhao pinched my nipple
with one hand and covered my mouth and nose with the other through the stockings, teasing me. Suddenly, she thought of
something, turned around and walked out. I heard her rummaging through things in the living room, then the sound of stiletto heels approaching.
When Sister Zhao reappeared, she was wearing the same outfit as last Saturday afternoon, but now she had a pair of scissors and
a gag in her hand.

Sister Zhao walked up to me, raised the scissors in her hand, and made two mock snips in front of my face, scaring
me so much that I trembled. "Hehe, look how scared you are. Come on, open your mouth."

I opened my mouth, and Sister Zhao grabbed the stocking there and gently pulled it out. With a snip, I closed my eyes
and felt my mouth lose its elastic constriction. I opened my eyes and saw Sister Zhao holding the gag straps and
twirling it in front of me. She giggled, then slipped the white plastic ball into my mouth, pressed it tightly against my
face, and fastened the belt behind my head.

"You're becoming more and more like a slave," Sister Zhao said, getting up and looking at me with satisfaction. "Ah, I can't say that. You
were a slave to begin with, hehe."

I felt saliva starting to overflow onto my tongue. I could only make muffled sounds to tell
my master how aroused I was.

Sister Zhao slowly wrapped the pantyhose around my neck, tying a loose
knot at my Adam's apple. Then she took a collar from the bedside table, tucked the pantyhose behind it, and slowly tightened it.

"How does it feel?" Sister Zhao continued to tighten the belt. I felt my Adam's apple being pressed down by fingers,
a slightly unnatural sensation, but at the same time, a masochistic desire slowly rose within me. I raised my head, looked at my mistress standing before
me , and nodded. "Ugh, ugh."

"Hehehe, I knew you could do it." Sister Zhao stood in front of me, one hand gripping the collar buckle, the other
slowly tightening the belt. Through the hazy stockings in front of me, I saw a glistening drop of love fluid
sliding down my thigh. The collar tightened more and more, my Adam's apple being pressed into my throat, and my breathing became labored.

"Ugh, ugh." I continued to nod, almost drooling. The pleasure of being strangled
surged from my lower body to my brain, easily shattering my fragile rationality.

"Want more?" the mistress's seductive voice came. "Don't force yourself." I could feel Sister Zhao's
sadistic nature being aroused as well. The pressure on my neck increased, and I felt the belt digging into
my flesh through the stockings.

"Cough...woo...woo...huff...woo..." I gestured for Sister Zhao to continue, to satisfy the twisted
pleasure .

Time stretched out second by second, and I began to feel suffocated. Breathing became increasingly difficult, and I could feel
the veins on my forehead bulging. My ears were ringing, and at the same time, my lower body was filled with blood. Bound by the cold
iron cage , I was enjoying another kind of suffocation...

"Oh~" With a soft moan from a woman, I felt my neck loosen. My lungs' instinctive thirst for oxygen
made my respiratory system work at full capacity. My nasal cavity and mouth opened to the maximum, greedily swallowing air.
The large amount of saliva that had accumulated in my mouth could no longer be contained and flowed down through the bulbous hole, dripping onto the ground. A strong
sense of shame and helplessness made me close my eyes.

"Hehe, you can't even hold your saliva in, it's so dirty." Sister Zhao squatted down, gently rubbing my neck,
and then carefully adjusted the collar, finding a suitable buckle to fasten it. "It's left red marks, you won't blame me
, will you?" Sister Zhao pretended to have an innocent expression.

I whimpered twice, signaling to my owner not to worry about such details, but Sister Zhao clearly didn't care.
She stood up and tugged at the rope.

"Come on, try out your new den." Sister Zhao turned around, leading me towards the dog cage. I lay down,
drool starting to drip again, leaving a mark on the floor where my knees scraped.

Sister Zhao opened the cage door, turned around, blocking the doorway with her legs, looked down at me, and smiled mischievously.
"The door for people is locked." She looked at me, her eyes full of affection, and slowly parted her legs. "
The hole for dogs to crawl through..." She beckoned to me with her finger. "...is open." I lowered my head and crawled forward little by little,
enjoying the humiliation beneath me. When my head passed my owner's calves, she deliberately rubbed my cheek with her boot and
giggled.

"Now you're completely a dog." Just as my arm reached into the cage, Sister Zhao sat down,
her wet genitals gently rubbing against my back. I braced myself against my owner with my waist and knees, unable to move forward or backward.

*Smack!* Sister Zhao slapped my bottom; the leather glove didn't hurt much. "Say a few
words for your sister to hear," Sister Zhao said, slapping me again.

"Awooo, awooo, whew..." The last two sounds were the sound of me sucking in saliva. *Smack!* I could feel Sister Zhao's slap was
very forceful. "Louder! I fed you for nothing this morning!"

"Awooo, awooo, awooo!" I tried my best to act like a dog, tilting my head back and
barking loudly, praying the neighbors wouldn't hear me.

"That's right," Sister Zhao slapped my bottom, giving it a hard squeeze
. I groaned softly in pleasure.

"Feels good?" Sister Zhao pinched the flesh of my bottom wantonly, her buttocks swaying as she rode my back. I
could feel the sticky love fluid being smeared onto my lower back by her thighs.

"Mmm," was the most accurate answer I could give without using my tongue.

"Looks like I can slowly explore your back door now," Sister Zhao's fingers slowly moved towards my anus, causing me to
involuntarily tighten my anus, tremble, and make "woof woof" sounds.

"Hahahaha," Sister Zhao laughed, her body trembling on my back. "Look how scared my dog is!"

Then she gave my buttocks another slap. Sister Zhao stood up, turned around, and kicked my buttocks. Caught off guard, I plunged
headfirst into the cage. "Begging for mercy won't work. You're my dog. You have to do what I tell you to do," Sister Zhao
said, tying her hair up. "Crawl in."

I got up and curled up my whole body inside. The space inside was wide enough for me to turn over, and about
half a head , but the length wasn't ideal. I could reach the sides of the cage with my legs slightly bent.

Sister Zhao closed the cage door with her legs, stepped on the latch, but didn't lock it. She looked at me through the cage
with a playful smile. I knew she was definitely brewing up a new trick.

"Dog slave, do you like your new den?" Sister Zhao picked up her phone from the bed, walked towards me, stepped onto the bars,
turned around and sat on the cage, snapping two photos of my face with her phone. Then she ignored
me and started fiddling with her phone.

I looked up at the perfect body before me. The flesh of her buttocks, squeezed by two metal rods, appeared even fuller.
The shape of her vulva now resembled a wet abalone, plump and juicy, constantly stimulating my appetite and lust.
I unconsciously brought my face closer, wanting to melt this succulent delicacy in my mouth, but unfortunately, a gag was stuck in my mouth, so
I could only watch helplessly, anxious. The tightness of the chastity belt below told me I needed to calm down.

"Waaah," I begged under Sister Zhao's buttocks, hoping to attract my master's attention. Sister Zhao didn't look at
me. Her boots pressed against the cage bars, and with a slight push, she adjusted her posture, positioning her hips precisely
between the two metal bars. Her labia and anus parted slightly due to the gap, enticing my lips and
tongue.

"What's wrong, doggy?" Sister Zhao's voice came from above, one hand fiddling with her phone.

"Ugh, ugh," the line in my head was, "I want to lick."

"What are you saying? I don't understand," Sister Zhao replied casually, still not looking at me. A drop of
vaginal fluid dripped from her labia, landing on my pantyhose near my nose. I sniffed greedily, but this
stimulation wasn't enough. I wanted to crush the gag in my mouth, but my cheek muscles were already stiff, and I couldn't muster any
strength .

"Ugh, ugh," I cried out louder, the line still the same: "I want to lick."

"Hehehe," the owner finally forgot about me, gave a charming smile, and reached into the cage with one hand. "Come on, are you drooling?
"

I quickly turned my head towards Sister Zhao, feeling a sudden tightening and loosening as the food in my mouth was removed.

"Ha!" I breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closing my mouth, feeling the muscles in my face and tongue slowly
recovering, because they were about to work for the mistress.

Ring ring, Sister Zhao's phone rang. "Really, why are you calling?" My heart skipped a beat.

"Hello, why are you calling? You could have just said it on WeChat." It sounded a little complaining, but Sister Zhao's tone
was relaxed.

A woman's voice came from the phone, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but Sister Zhao seemed to have turned the volume down, and I
couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Haha, I told you I got a dog," Sister Zhao said with a smile, glancing at me.

I was a little stunned, but I quickly realized two things: First, Sister Zhao had sent out the photos
, and the recipient was probably her best friend; second, a third person
knew about the secret between Sister Zhao and me.

"What's wrong with men? Sometimes they're not even as good as dogs," Sister Zhao continued, seemingly to prove her point. She reached
down and tugged at my hair, pulling me towards her anus.

My brain hadn't recovered from this fact, but my lower body didn't care. I manipulated my tongue
to probe into Sister Zhao's anus, stirring it around. My mistress's body trembled, but she didn't make a sound. She
arched her back, widening her anus.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to end up with a slave like this," Sister Zhao controlled her breath,
keeping her tone normal. "Very obedient." Sister Zhao enjoyed my "dragon drill," closing her eyes. "Does whatever you're
told ."

"Of course, and you have a good tongue, hehehe," Sister Zhao laughed, her body trembling, and my
tongue slipped out of her anus.

"Okay, I'll definitely let you see him. He's quite handsome, and I'll make you feel good too. Don't worry, you'll definitely be obedient,
hahaha." Sister Zhao's love juice dripped onto my face and the crotch of my pantyhose, soaking a patch.

"Now? You're serving me right now." Sister Zhao's calmness impressed me deeply.

"I'm not lying, believe it or not."

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely let you see him next time. I'm not talking to you anymore, bye~" Sister Zhao hung up the phone,
a smug look on her face.

"Lick the front," she commanded her servant like a lazy queen,
without explanation.

I didn't dare ask any more questions, feeling wronged and confused, and stretched out my tongue, licking up the cleft of my buttocks…

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