My 5 Years of Private Slave Life

Chapter 1: Meeting My Master
I am from Chongqing, and I grew up here. I've never traveled far. My mother
passed away when I was very young, and my father raised me. I have an older brother. That year, my brother
got married , spending all the family's savings to marry my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law was not good at managing a household and was very selfish. She and
my brother often quarreled, and my brother was weak. My sister-in-law felt that my father and I were a burden on the family and demanded a separation of the family property. My father was
heartbroken when he found out, but he had no choice but to agree. The year after the separation, my father fell ill due to years of overwork and
soon passed away. Two years later, I graduated from high school. After staying at home for a few years, I had grown into a young woman with
a graceful and slender figure. My family was poor, and someone proposed marriage to me. However, the man was six years older than me
and had a congenital polio disability in his hand. I disagreed, but my brother wanted a high dowry and
insisted that I marry him. In a fit of anger, I ran away from home with a classmate and went to Shenzhen to work.
Arriving in Shenzhen, we were completely unfamiliar with the place and the people. We finally managed to find work at a restaurant, at least that gave
us food and a place to sleep. After a month, the boss only paid us 400 yuan
, which wasn't even enough to buy a new piece of clothing. But there weren't any other suitable jobs available, and without diplomas, good
jobs were hard to find. One day, a girl from Guilin suggested working as
a hostess in a karaoke bar at night, earning a lot in tips. So, the three of us—my friend, her, and I—worked at the restaurant during the day and then went to the karaoke bar to work as hosts after work
. At first, I wasn't used to it and was very shy around customers, so I was often ignored.
I was already satisfied if I could earn 100 yuan a night. Sometimes, customers wanted me to do "adult" services, but I refused. I only sold my art, not my body.
So, I often went to the bar for nothing, not even earning 100 yuan. In less than a month, my two friends earned
over 10,000 yuan, while I only earned a little over 1,000. I envied them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm still a virgin,
how am I going to get married? During this time, a customer often asked me to keep him company (this person will become my future
master referred to as master below). He took good care of me and never forced me, and I also had feelings for him.
One day, a waiter came to me and said that the boss wanted me to go to his office. I went to the boss's office with him and saw
master there. Master smiled slightly at me and asked me to sit next to him. It was a two-seater sofa.
Master took out a cigarette, and I casually lit it for him. Master casually said, "I like you." The karaoke bar owner sitting across from us
spoke up. "Xiaoyue, keep so-and-so company, he won't treat you badly." I happily nodded.
Then master said, "Xiaoyue, let's go to a private room." I followed master to the private room. Master drank beer, and I drank a soft drink
and even helped him choose songs. Master was very proper; at most, he would hold me in his arms but wouldn't touch me inappropriately. Such a customer
is rare, and I was very grateful to him. I thought to myself that he must be a man of status, very elegant. He
had a deep, resonant male voice, and his speech was deep and charming. He was probably around 45 years old. Being around him
gave me a sense of security. Actually, it wasn't my first time working for him, so I was quite comfortable around him.
The host even complimented me on my figure, my looks, my fair skin, and my quiet demeanor; he liked
girls .
In the evening, the host said he was going to dinner and asked me to come along. He said he had already told his boss, so I gladly
agreed to go with him. He drove himself to a night market. It was my first time taking a private car to such
a place, and I was very excited. After dinner, the host gave me 500 yuan. I didn't want it, but he was very earnest, and
his tone made it impossible to refuse. Then he took me shopping, bought me a very fashionable and
sexy outfit, and a pair of high heels. I tried them on. I'm 166 cm tall, weigh 58 kg, and my measurements are
35B, 22, 35. The host gave me a look of admiration, then drove me back to my place and left
. When I got home, my fellow villager said, "Xiaoyue, you're so beautiful!" I almost didn't recognize her. She said, "How could you bear
to buy clothes like that?" I told her what had happened, and she asked doubtfully, "Is it true?" I said it was
true She said, "It's good to make friends. There are good people and bad people everywhere. Just be careful
." A few days later, the host came to the karaoke bar to find me again. We played in the private room for a while, and around 11 pm, the host asked me
to go out for dinner. I happily agreed. After dinner, the host still asked me to go shopping with him. We
walked and talked, and the host learned about my situation. He said he liked me very much and would take care of me in the future. He asked if I wanted to
find a high-paying, easy, and stable job. Of course, I was willing. The host said his
company was short-staffed and I could stay there for a monthly salary of 5000 yuan. I excitedly said, "I don't know anything,
and I don't have any diplomas." The master said, "I can do odd jobs at the company first, learn slowly, and later become his secretary. The monthly salary
will remain the same." I agreed. The master said, "Then it's settled. You don't need to go back today; come stay at my villa
." I told the master that I hadn't picked up my things yet. The master said, "Go get them another day. Don't take anything else; just
bring your essentials." And so, the master drove to his villa. It was already 2 a.m. After ordering, the master
drove for about 20 minutes to a garden area with many two-story houses. The car turned onto a small road and
there was a gate in front. The car flashed its lights a few times, and the gate opened. The master drove straight
in . The master's villa was also a small courtyard with a garage, basement, front and back gardens, and a two-story house. As
soon as I entered, the master turned on the lights. The dazzling living room was magnificent, as beautiful as a palace. I was completely stunned.
I had never seen such a scene before. It was as rich as a paradise. Everything was here. The master
led me to the sofa, then took out a pair of glasses from the wine cabinet and a bottle of foreign liquor that I couldn't name. It
was blood red. The master told me to drink it, but I said I didn't know how to drink it and that I would have to learn later. It was for work. I
nodded . "Now you can have a soft drink." The master got me a soft drink. Then, the master went to take a shower and asked me to
scrub his back. I was embarrassed but still went. After we showered, the master led me to his bedroom. That
night, the master took my body... The master took out a bottle of foreign liquor that I didn't recognize, it was blood red.
He told me to drink it, but I said I didn't know how, and that I would have to learn later, because it was for work. I nodded. "Now you
can have a soft drink," the master said, and he gave me a soft drink. Then, the master went to take a shower and asked me to scrub his back. I was
embarrassed, but I went anyway. After we finished showering, the master led me to his bedroom. That night, the master took
my body...
Chapter Two: My First foray into SM
I didn't sleep a wink that night. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't dare look at my master's face, keeping my head down. My face
was burning, flushed with embarrassment, and my genitals were still a little sore. My mind was filled with images of my master in bed. After washing up
, my master had already prepared breakfast, but I really couldn't eat. I felt so suffocated, with indescribable
emotions. That year, I had just turned 22. In the beautiful city of Shenzhen, to escape marriage, for the sake of
life , I came here and gave my virginity, a young girl's first love, to a 45-year-old man. I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings;
what should I do from now on…?
And so, I settled into my master's house. It was less of a job and more like being a kept mistress.
Every night I slept with him, and during the day I cleaned, watered the garden, weeded, bought groceries, cooked, and did laundry. In my free time,
he showed me many magazines and fashion pictures, and even took me out to buy lots of fashionable clothes,
high heels, jewelry, earrings, and necklaces that I liked. I never went to his company, and he rarely went either.
There was an assistant to the chairman who managed the daily operations and reported to him. Sometimes he would go out alone,
but not to work; he'd go out to have fun and meet friends. Since I arrived, he rarely went out anymore. During this
time, I learned that he was from Hong Kong and owned an advertising company here, where he was the chairman.
His family lived in Hong Kong, and he told me that his marriage wasn't going well, so he didn't go back often. I quickly completed a month
here , and my employer gave me a salary of 5,000 yuan. Although I was very happy, I was a little
embarrassed to accept it because my employer had bought me so many things and spent a lot of money. I said I didn't want this month's salary
, considering it repayment for the clothes. My employer said that it was a gift from me, and even several 5,000 yuan wouldn't be enough to repay it. My
employer chuckled and said that I should work hard from now on and listen to my advice. I nodded very gratefully...
One day, my master said it was his birthday. At noon, he bought a lot of drinks and asked me to drink with him.
Knowing I couldn't drink, he poured me a glass of wine and said, "Just one glass is enough. Come on, have some soft drinks."
After finishing the wine, I continued drinking the soft drinks he gave me. Soon, I felt hot all over, my face flushed, my heart
raced, I was short of breath, my chest heaved, my breasts swelled,
and my vagina felt unbearably itchy. A desire surged from my lower abdomen to my chest, and my hands involuntarily wanted to uncover my clothes, seeking a comforting longing.
My head was spinning. My master said I might have drunk too much and helped me to bed. Actually, he
had slipped an aphrodisiac into my drink. I rolled around on the bed, my libido rising, my body burning with heat and my heart pounding. My vagina
was already wet, and my hand had involuntarily slipped inside. My master helped me undress and said, "Do you want it?"
I was now desperately craving it and begged my master to fuck me. I had reached a point where I had no shame. My master tied my
hands behind my back, then bound my breasts. My full breasts looked even more prominent, protruding
, and sexy. Then he folded my calves and tied them together with my thighs... Then, a rope was used to pull my legs apart,
my vulva wide open, and my body could no longer twist. My master found clamps and clamped one on each side of my
nipples, then took a belt and began to whip my genitals. With each whip, my body twitched, and my breasts
bounced up and down incessantly. I couldn't tell if it was pain or desire; I just cried out. My master then gagged me with my
underwear and wrapped it with tape, so I couldn't make a sound. Tears
streamed down my face. When my master stopped, I started twisting back and forth again. Deep down, I craved my master's whipping; his whipping satisfied my
desires . I don't know how much time passed... I don't know how many times I was whipped, but I reached my climax. My entire lower body was soaked with vaginal fluid, and
the sheets were completely wet. I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke up it was already evening. My master was
lying beside me. I touched my genitals; they were still wet, itchy, and swollen. My master began to caress me again, and
the intense thrusting brought me to another climax. Finally, I sucked out my master's semen with my mouth
and swallowed it all…
From then on, my master often brought out many SM videos, and we watched them together.
The scenes of bondage, hanging, and chain torture made my blood boil and my passion burn. My genitals were swollen… For a week, I walked strangely. I
was afraid to go out, and since it was summer, I didn't dare wear underwear because it would cause heat rash, sores, and infections. My master said that since
no one came to the house anyway, I could just stay naked. After watching SM videos, I seemed to be able to accept it psychologically
, so I listened to my master and stayed naked at home every day, which felt natural. From then on, my genitals became very sensitive; even the slightest
movement would cause me to leak vaginal fluid. I felt like I had become wanton myself. My master played with me anytime, anywhere, and I
got used to …
Soon after, I became pregnant. My master said I should rest. It's time for you to recuperate. You can't do housework anymore.
I'm going to transform you into the beautiful princess I desire. One day, my master brought in a maid, and I no longer had to do anything
. My master started giving me medicine and injections every day, all done by himself, saying it was to improve my nutrition.
Later, I learned that these injections and medicines were aphrodisiacs and lactation stimulants. One day, my master came home and said that
things were very chaotic outside, and the police were checking household registrations and temporary residence permits. He said that not having a residence permit would cause me a lot of trouble, and they would
take me away lock me up. I was terrified after hearing this and begged my master for help. What should I do? I'm pregnant with my master's child again
. My master said, "Here's what we'll do. You can stay in the basement tomorrow, and come back up after things
calm down." I thought it was a great idea, so I readily agreed.
I moved into the basement as arranged by my master, and he locked the door.
He brought me lunch and dinner twice a day. I asked him if the maid knew I was in the basement. He said, "I told her
you left. I couldn't stand being in the basement for two days." He added, "Didn't you watch SM videos? We
can do S&M. " "M game, huh? That way you'll be more patient. I'll chain you up and make you a dog slave. I'll be the master.
To ensure the success of our game, I'll give you an extra 5000 yuan a month. Consider that your S&M role
payment Do you agree?" The master's suggestion seemed great. This way I wouldn't be lonely. Honestly, I wanted to
experience the thrill of S&M firsthand; the intense scenes were captivating. And it would increase my income—a win-win situation. I
readily agreed. Then the master gave me a master-slave contract. It stipulated many things the master would do for the slave.

The contract stipulated that the slave had no rights and must absolutely obey the master. After signing it, I gave it to the master. The master said, "From now on, you are my slave, and I am your master. You must follow the terms of the contract, or I will
punish you." I nodded and said, "Master, I understand." The master said, "Okay, Yue Nu, kneel down now." "Yes,
Master," I replied, kneeling before the master. The master brought out a dog collar that had been prepared beforehand,
put it on me, and then chained me to an iron ring on the wall. Next, the master took off my clothes and
said, "You can sleep after I leave." Then he locked the door and left...
Chapter 3 SM Training Phase 1 Body Modification:
The master's basement is more than 20 square meters. The bed I'm sleeping on now
is a single bed board laid flat on the floor, with a canvas mattress on top and a
brown oilcloth on top. Behind the basement door is a toilet for my use. On the wall opposite the door is a large
mirror that covers the entire wall. The ever-burning lamp illuminated my naked body, reflecting a white, fleshy glow. I
was uncovered , and my reflection in the mirror showed my curled-up form. A high-hanging iron chain pulled my collar,
making me look like a female dog, filling me with shame and preventing me from sleeping for a long time…
The next morning, my master arrived, carrying a leather suitcase. Seeing him, I quickly knelt and greeted
him. He opened the suitcase and took out a corset and a chastity belt. He walked to me, told me
to get up, and then put the chastity belt on me. There were two erect penis-like rods inserted between my legs, fitting perfectly into my
vagina and anus. My body convulsed, and my vagina released more vaginal fluid. Due to the aphrodisiac, my
body was extremely sensitive, and I felt a constant surge of desire. My face flushed, and my master could easily
understand what I was thinking. He couldn't hide my physical changes from him. Then, my master put a corset on me, tightening my
waist to 22 inches. He then locked the corset at the back, making it impossible to remove without a key. My master
then took a syringe and injected the drug into my nipples. Then, another
syringe and injected into the muscles on the inside of my thighs. At this moment, my breasts felt full and swollen,
and my nipples began to stand erect. I begged my master if he could satisfy me first. My master said, "If you are obedient, I will satisfy you
. Now give me oral sex." I knelt down, helped my master unzip his pants, and took his penis deep into my mouth, sucking it back and forth
carefully . Soon, my master's semen came out. My mouth, face, and hair were all covered with
my master's semen. My master ordered me to eat it all up. At this moment, I was sexually aroused and could not be satisfied. I begged my master
to untie my chastity belt, but my master refused and called me a lowly slave who should be whipped. Then my master tied my hands and hung me up high
. I could only touch the ground with my toes. My master took out a whip and lashed me hard. I began to groan loudly, my
skin burning like fire. I endured the pain of each lash, feeling a stimulation that
intensified my desire. The whipping brought me a sense of comfort, and unknowingly, I experienced pleasure and
orgasm My vaginal fluids flowed down my thighs and dripped onto the ground.
Every day, I endured sexual hunger, hoping my master would whip me or reward me, to thrust
his penis into me forcefully. He used to come twice a day, now it's once. My food used to include rice
and stir-fried vegetables, but now it's just cream, sweets, and apple juice. Due to pregnancy symptoms, I couldn't eat, so my master forced me
to. When he brought me food, he would untie my chastity belt so I could relieve myself once; if I didn't want to, I had to wait until
the next day . The anal plug on my chastity belt grew larger each day. My master regularly injects me with lactation-inducing and aphrodisiac injections.
Now my breasts are full and producing milk, and my nipples have also grown much larger. I have to express milk every day, otherwise the
engorgement of my breasts makes me restless and unbearably painful. I am three months pregnant. One day, my master said, "Your performance
has been good , so I'll remove your chastity belt. You can enjoy yourself now." I was so excited that tears welled up in my eyes, and I kept saying thank you
, master. When the anal plug was removed, my anus was a very deep and large black hole that couldn't close immediately. My master told
me to lift my buttocks and started anal sex with me. I moaned with pleasure. Afterward, my master led me out of the basement to
the bathroom to take a shower and removed my corset, leaving a deep mark around my waist. My master measured my
measurements: now 36C, 22, 37, and I weigh 62 kilograms. At this time, my lower abdomen had already changed noticeably,
slightly protruding. Due to eating cream and a lot of sweets every day, my body quickly gained weight, my bust and hips increased
significantly , and I weighed 4 kilograms more than before. My master said I wasn't satisfied yet and needed to continue the corset to
maintain my original 22 inches while increasing the size of other parts. So, I was put on a corset, locked up, and taken back
to the basement... Due to the regular injections of aphrodisiacs, my labia began to thicken and enlarge, and I frequently experienced vaginal
discharge . My genitals were never dry, and I was constantly sexually frustrated. I masturbated incessantly,
and my clitoris gradually became very prominent. My daily diet consisted mainly of cream, sweets, and fruits. My skin became fair and tender, and my weight continued
to increase . By the fifth month of my pregnancy, the corset was deeply embedded in my waist. Some people describe a slender waist as
a wasp waist, and this is certainly not an exaggeration. At this point, my lower abdomen was already quite protruding. Due to the corset, the baby inside my belly
was pushed downwards into my pelvic cavity, and my pelvis widened significantly. My pelvic bones were wide open, and my uterus was being
compressed against the vaginal opening, preventing the vagina from closing. I had uterine prolapse and could no longer have intercourse; even a finger could not be inserted.
My master took me out of the basement again, gave me a bath, removed my corset, and measured my bust, waist, and hip measurements
. My current size is 36E-22-39, and my weight is 65 kilograms. My master kept saying how good it was, very happy. My master took out
my clothes, but I tried on none of them; my body shape had changed too drastically. Seeing myself like
this didn't know what to feel. Tears involuntarily streamed down my face—was it sadness, joy, or
shame…
? I could only wear one of my master's pajamas. My master said they were taking me to the hospital for an induced abortion.
Only then did I realize that my master didn't want a child, but rather wanted to reshape my body. I was put in a corset, locked up, and
taken back to the basement… Due to regular injections of aphrodisiacs, my labia began to thicken and enlarge, and I frequently
experienced vaginal discharge, never feeling dry. I was constantly sexually frustrated, masturbating incessantly.
Gradually my clitoris became very prominent. My daily diet consisted mainly of cream, sweets, and fruits. My skin became fair and smooth, and my weight
continued to increase. By my fifth month of pregnancy, my corset was deeply embedded in my waist. Some people describe a slender waist as beautiful.
The woman had a wasp waist, and that was no exaggeration. My lower abdomen was already quite swollen. Due to the corset,
the baby inside was pushed down into my pelvic cavity, making my pelvis noticeably wider. My pelvic bones were wide open, and my uterus
was being compressed against my vaginal opening, preventing it from closing. Uterine prolapse made intercourse impossible; even a finger couldn't
penetrate. My master took me out of the basement again, gave me a bath, removed the corset, and measured
my bust hips. My current measurements were 36E-22-39, and my weight was 65 kilograms. My master repeatedly said it was good and was very happy. My master
took out my clothes, but I couldn't find a single one that fit. My body shape had changed too drastically. Seeing
myself didn't know what to feel. Tears involuntarily streamed down my face—was it sadness, joy,
or shame…? I could only wear one of my master's nightgowns. My master said she would take me to the hospital for an induced abortion.
Only then did I realize that my master didn't want a child, but rather wanted to reshape my body.
Chapter Four: The Mature Female Body. I stayed in the hospital for a week, and my body had basically recovered. That day, my master picked me up from
the hospital . Looking at me in my bathrobe, he whispered, "Moon Slave, you look absolutely stunning. I
'll prepare an outfit that will bring out your charm." Then I got into my master's car and went to a clothing
store. My master picked out a black, stretchy, sleeveless, V-neck dress for me. The
dress had a zipper running from the neckline to the waist. When I tried it on, it made me
look incredibly voluptuous, even more so than usual. Then, wearing 8-centimeter-high black patent leather heels, my lower abdomen was much flatter now, with
only a slight, rounded bulge. The shimmering, flesh-colored stockings accentuated my straight, sexy legs.
My taut breasts were high, firm, full, and round. I tried to walk, my breasts bouncing and trembling. The deep V-neck revealed a deep
cleavage, and my two large breasts seemed about to burst out. The hem of my super-short skirt barely reached my thighs, and
my plump buttocks were taut and high. With a twist of my slender waist, waves of flesh rippled and swayed from side to side
. Against the backdrop of this black dress, my skin appeared even whiter, brighter, and more alluring. I gazed at my mistress with a mixture of
confusion resentment, and excitement. Looking at my seductive and alluring figure, my mistress
nodded in satisfaction and said approvingly, "Moon Slave, you are simply a perfect work of art. I want to possess you forever; you are my
priceless private property..."
Afterwards, my master took me to a tailor to have several outfits made. We ate lunch and returned to the villa
. My master said, "To maintain your perfect figure, you must wear a corset, eat your special food in
fixed quantities and receive regular injections of lactation-inducing and aphrodisiacs to maintain your body's sensitivity, so
you can satisfy my needs anytime, anywhere. Your body is already very slutty; the sight of ropes and whips makes you
wet. You crave this, you need this kind of satisfaction, don't you?" I couldn't deny that all of this was true.
The binding and whipping stimulated me, bringing a kind of satisfaction and pleasure that I needed due to my long-term sexual frustration. My master then stripped me
naked and took me to the basement, hung me up with my toes barely touching the ground, and began to whip my entire body very hard. I was satisfied with my desire
once again . I also completely released the torment of sexual frustration I had endured for a week. My master said
, "I am very excited and satisfied to see your greasy body being whipped." When my master put me down, my whole body
was covered with fishnet-like whip marks. "Moon Slave, your vagina has opened up after this miscarriage. Your labia are thickened, and your mons pubis is high
and prominent, reaching my satisfaction. To maintain your sexual sensitivity, I must restrict your masturbation.
You are not allowed to touch your genitals without my permission," Master said, starting to put a corset on me, then a dog
collar, and next, leg shackles. The chain between my legs was only 50 centimeters long. Then, he told me to kneel down.
There was a ring on each of my ankles, and two chains were locked to the rings connected to the back of my corset,
so I couldn't stand up anymore; I could only kneel or crawl. My hands were locked under the rings in front of the collar, greatly
restricting my freedom of movement. I couldn't touch any other part of my body with my hands, and even eating required crawling down
like a dog. Master left, and I sadly watched his tall figure disappear.
My master still came to see me every day, bringing me food and whipping me. Before, the basement lights were always on, so life was alright.
Now, after my master left, he would turn off the lights from the outside. Waiting for his return in the darkness was more anxious
and impatient . He kept me locked up like this. In the darkness, I was restless and, coupled with my sexual cravings, I
often let out loud, lewd moans, sometimes in the dead of night, though I didn't know the time. When my master heard me, he would
come and whip me severely. I gradually realized that his whipping was what my body needed; each time, I
derived pleasure and satisfaction from it. From then on, I also wore a gag. Two more months passed like this.
During this time, my master took me out of the basement three times to his bedroom for sex and to sleep with him. My master was very
clean ; when he wanted to have anal sex with me, he had to give me an enema. Due to the effects of prolactin, my breasts were
painfully engorged every day. Unable to express the milk manually, I would crawl on the bed to express it,
often soaking the oilcloth. Crawling like this caused friction in my genitals, resulting in wave after wave of orgasms. My vaginal
fluids continuously flowed from my lower body, leaving the oilcloth uncleaned by the end of the day, and the entire basement reeking of
a fishy, erotic odor. This displeased my master, whose expression was extremely unpleasant. One day, my master
watched me crawling on the floor, my vulva overflowing with vaginal fluids that continued to flow down my thighs.
He called me a slutty bitch, saying, "I'm going to punish you. From now on, you'll have to eat your own vaginal fluids and your own slutty milk,
understand ?" "Master," I pleaded, begging for punishment. My heart was filled with anticipation of my master's punishment,
my eyes gleaming with excited longing. "Oh," he said. "It seems your subservience has been formed. Can't you live without your master's
punishment?" I answered. "Yes, Master, I can't live without you." "Alright, you'll never leave your master
?" "Yes, master, I will never leave you unless you abandon me." "I'm going to
brand you as my slave, are you willing?" "I will obey all your arrangements, master, and accept all your punishments and torment.
As long as you're happy, I'll be happy." The master said, "Moon Slave, quickly lick up all the vaginal fluid and breast milk on the bed."
I obeyed the master's orders and licked up everything on the bed, leaving nothing behind. The master nodded in satisfaction and
said, "What a slutty bitch." I was still expecting the master's punishment, but the master didn't whip me. He
gagged closed the door, and left. A sense of loss and emptiness washed over me, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Painful whimpers…
Chapter Five: The Dog Slave Branding Time quickly passed to late autumn. I had known my master for almost a year. One
morning my master came to the basement, removed all my restraints, led me to the bathroom to shower, then
shaved my genitals, gagged me, and led me to the living room of my master's villa. I stood naked, seeing a
rectangular coffee table in the center of the hall. My master pulled me to the table and told me to crawl upright on it, my limbs tied
to my front and back legs respectively. A pillow was placed under my lower abdomen, my legs were spread wide apart, and my buttocks
were raised , my genitals and anus completely exposed to my master's eyes. At this moment, my master brought a syringe
full of liquid and injected it into both halves of my buttocks. My master said: "Moon Slave, this is anesthetic. I'm about to
brand you as a slave. The anesthetic will take effect soon, and you won't feel much pain. Do you like being branded?"
Soon the branding would be applied to the hooks on either side of my anus. You wouldn't be able to see it when you stand up; only when you crawl like a dog
or raise your buttocks would the words "dog slave" be revealed. The master finished speaking and left. A moment later, he brought
a red-hot branding iron and pressed it forcefully against one side of my buttocks. Immediately, the room filled with a strong,
pungent smell of burning flesh. Then he brought another similar iron and pressed it against the other side. Although it didn't
hurt much , I still broke out in a sweat. The master applied something cool
and refreshing to the branding marks on my buttocks. Next, the master took out four silver
rings, slightly larger than a ring, from an aluminum box and began to drill four holes in my labia majora, two on each side, and put the four rings on. These rings were made of
high-strength stainless steel, and the master sealed the openings so they couldn't be opened by hand. Afterwards, my master untied me,
removed my gag, and I knelt beside him with my hands behind my back, a sense of pleasure and satisfaction rising within me. The mixture of
vaginal onto the marble floor, forming a small puddle. My master ordered me to lick the water
clean, and I obeyed, diligently cleaning every spot that had dripped.
Afterwards, my buttocks and labia ached for two or three weeks, but my lower body had recovered. The mark of being a dog
slave was deeply etched into my buttocks and forever imprinted in my heart. Whenever I raise my buttocks, I
think of myself as a dog slave, a lowly bitch of my master, yearning for his punishment and loving caresses to satisfy my
desires. Thinking of this, my vaginal fluids would involuntarily overflow. As the weather began to cool,
my master gave me a thin blanket to cover myself with, but I had already gotten used to not covering myself. Every day I
slept with the blanket close to my chest, tightly tucked between my legs, as if trying to fill the emptiness in my lower body to find solace.
Today, my master led me out of the basement to the bathroom for an enema and a shower. Then, we went to the bedroom and
began lovemaking. Every time I make love with my master, I feel like parched land receiving rain, overjoyed. But this time, it felt
like falling from the highest heavens, like being plunged into a thousand layers of waves. My hands were tied to a collar, and the chain hoisted my head high.
I knelt on the bed, my buttocks raised high, the words "dog slave" clearly
visible My master's excited, hard penis plunged into my anus from behind. I moaned with pleasure.
My master commanded me that with each thrust, I had to say "I am a dog slave." And so, my
master alternated thrusting in and out of my two holes, and I kept saying "I am a dog slave." During my orgasms, I kept screaming wildly,
repeating "I am a dog slave." This time, my master only ejaculated without releasing, leaving me feeling like I was dying. My whole body
felt like it was being electrocuted, my limbs twitched uncontrollably, and thick white fluid flowed from my vagina. Finally, I lost control of my bladder and collapsed onto
the bed, only then did my master stop.
My master washed me clean and brought me back to the living room. Sitting on the sofa, I knelt before him. He said, "Moon Slave, although you
've already matured into a fully-fledged bitch, you still don't satisfy me. Next, I'll strengthen your sensory training
and sexual organ development to enhance your body's sensitivity and inner seductive wantonness." My master got up and retrieved a
box and something that looked like a tail. It was an electrotherapy device with a variable voltage regulator. This tail was for
me; the plug was quite strange, about the thickness of my wrist, about 10 centimeters long, oval-shaped with a base. Connected to the base
were a bundle of black, elastic strips, very soft, each about the thickness of a knitted sweater skewer. Each strip had
a ; if still, it resembled an upright flower branch, but a slight shake would cause the balls at the top to scatter
and sway back and forth. A wire led from the base connected to a vibrating egg. My master told me to crawl down, locking my
hands under the collar again. I knelt, my hands supporting my cheeks, elbows on the ground, my buttocks facing him. My
ankles were still chained to the corset, my buttocks raised high. My master inserted the tail
into my anus and then the vibrating egg into my vagina, ordering me to crawl around the living room. I moved forward with difficulty; with each
sway the tail on my buttocks would swing up and down, left and right. The small ball at the end of the tail would flicker back and forth, gently hitting my buttocks
and genitals. This constant tickling of sensitive areas made me itch with desire, my
lust rising again. Suddenly, the vibrating egg in my vagina began to vibrate violently, and the ball hitting my buttocks
started to discharge. My body began to tremble uncontrollably, each crawl sending a strong jolt of stimulation through me, and my vaginal fluids
began to flow again, dripping onto the floor I had crawled across. So that tail contained batteries
and a remote control; no wonder it was so big. My master could control it to attack me at any time.
My master told me to crawl to his side. I had gotten used to licking up the drops of my vaginal fluid that had fallen to the ground.
Then, obeying his command, I raised my buttocks high towards him. The vibrator was still throbbing inside me, and I
moaned contentedly. My master took out two acupuncture needles, about three inches long, and inserted them deeply into the base of my
labia . There was no pain; instead, it increased the pleasure. My master attached the two
wire clips from the treatment device to the needle handles on either side of my labia. The current slowly turned on, and my labia majora
began to throb and open and close at a frequency of once per second. My master slowly increased the current, and my labia majora
caused my labia minora to open even wider, flapping back and forth. The four rings on my labia majora also collided back and forth, making a continuous
metallic sound. My master said he could now see the vibrator inside my vagina. Waves of pleasure
surged through my brain, my body felt like it was exploding and shattering. Thick, white fluid gushed from my vagina,
splashing all over my thighs as my throbbing labia danced, leaving my lower body a complete mess. Then my master removed my tail and...
The master removed the vibrating egg, pulled out the silver needle from my labia, and then inserted it into the Huantiao acupoints on both sides of my buttocks. The master said
these acupoints could control the intense movement of the gluteus maximus muscles and also move my pelvic joints. Then,
the master attached an electric clamp and began to perform C-movement. Just after the tail was pulled out, my anus wasn't fully closed yet. At that moment, my
two gluteus maximus muscles began to twitch violently, my entire thighs were weak and trembling,
moving back and forth rhythmically, opening and closing. The gluteus maximus muscles moved my pelvic joints in the same rhythmic opening and closing motion.
My anus clearly opened and closed automatically, and streams of cool air rushed into my rectum. The master said my
rectum was bulging, bright red and shiny inside—it felt wonderful. The master instructed me to feel the frequency of the movements and
control the opening and closing of my anus myself. The master assisted me by inserting the tail, causing my anus to contract; pulling it out, my anus
opened , and this training continued. I was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and began to collapse to
the ground, crying out.
Afterwards, my master gave me a bath, reattached the tail, inserted the vibrating egg into my vagina, and used two
small brass locks to fasten the four rings on my labia majora. He hung the key on the ring in front of my corset, and I
remained bound like this. Then he slowly led me back to the basement. The training for the day ended
with my anus opening and closing repeatedly. My anus noticeably opened and closed automatically, and streams of cool air rushed into my rectum.
My master said my rectum was bulging, bright red and shiny—it looked wonderful. My master instructed me to feel the
frequency of the movements and control the opening and closing of my anus myself. He helped me insert the tail, causing my anus to contract;
when he pulled it , it opened. This training continued. I was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and began
to collapse to the ground, crying out. Afterwards, my master gave me a bath, reattached the tail, inserted the vibrating egg into my vagina, and
used two small brass locks to fasten the four rings on my labia majora. The key was hung on the ring in front of my corset
, and I remained bound like this. Then, I was slowly led back to the basement. The training for the day was over.
Chapter Six: Desire. I was still asleep when a sudden, intense stimulation jolted me awake, causing me to arch
my back . I had no idea when my master entered. She turned on the power, and the vibrating egg inside my vagina vibrated wildly
. My tail started emitting electric shocks again. I knelt on the bed, afraid to move. My master stood beside me and ordered
me to get down. I knelt before her, greeting her. "Hello, Master. What time is it...?" My master
said, "It's time for you to eat. It's 7:30 PM. You've slept for 10 and a half hours. Did you sleep
well ?" "Yes, Master, your slave is very good." I answered her question while gazing lovingly at her. She affectionately stroked my face and turned her mouth slightly to the side. I saw the food on the floor. Wow! There was a bottle of juice, two bananas, a piece of cake, and a glass of milk
on the plate .
At that moment, I was indeed hungry and thirsty,
so I hurriedly crawled over, grabbed the milk, and drank it. My master smiled and said, "Moon Slave, you've forgotten the rules again." I suddenly realized that
I hadn't even received my master's order to eat before I couldn't wait. "Master, I know I was wrong, please punish me.
" "Alright, alright, eat, we'll talk after you finish." After I finished eating, I felt my lower abdomen was very bloated,
the vibrating egg in my vagina was still vibrating, and my anus was contracting strongly. Suddenly, I felt a rush of urgency. My master seemed
to notice , because I usually had a urge to urinate after meals, which was a regular occurrence. "Moon Slave, just bear with it for now," my master said. Then, my master picked up
the chain and hung it on my collar. I was led slowly out of the basement and into the bathroom. My master removed
all my restraints and the vibrating egg from my tail. After I relieved myself, he started bathing me, scrubbing my entire body and caressing
every inch of my skin. Then, he removed the shower head from the shower hose and inserted it into my anus to perform an enema.
After several enemas, my anus was wide open and couldn't close at all. Whenever I raised my buttocks, my anus would automatically open, and
a rush of cool air would flow directly into my intestines. When I pushed down, the air would escape from my anus, and when I relaxed, my anus would
open again, and air would rush into my rectum. When my master inserted a finger into my anus, I would clench it tightly.
When he pulled the finger out and I relaxed my anus, it would automatically open again. I found it all very amazing. My master said, "..." Good, you
've learned to control your anal muscles, but you still need to practice to make them more sensitive. Once in the living room, the host
took out the treatment device from last night and told me to kneel down with my buttocks facing him. He inserted silver needles into
acupoints , then attached an electric clamp. The host began operating, slowly increasing the current. My anus began to move violently,
sucking in, spitting out, opening wide, moving back and forth like this, as if it had sucked a lot of air into
my rectum. My stomach quickly swelled up, and my anus kept farting, making continuous popping sounds.
The two small locks on my labia vibrated and swayed incessantly, and my vagina... The constant spasms, combined with the swaying stimulation of the lock, quickly caused me
to leak vaginal fluid. A few minutes later, my limbs began to ache, and my genitals became unbearably itchy. Vaginal fluid
dripped continuously onto my thighs and onto the floor. My master, from behind, continued to stroke the lock on my labia and
clitoris, arousing my desire. Due to the constant contractions and relaxations of my anus, a lot of mucus was now flowing out, forming long,
sticky strands that covered my vaginal opening. Finally, it stopped. After my master removed the silver needles, my anus and vagina continued to
spasm instinctively. My master then began anal sex with me. At this moment, my anus was numb and itchy, and my desire was intense, but I couldn't reach climax.
The climax was so intense that I was drenched in sweat, my veins were bulging, every pore on my body stood on end, and my heart felt like it was being attacked by insects—I wanted to
tear my heart out and scratch it. My body trembled uncontrollably, my anus rhythmically contracting and opening. My master
squeezed my breasts hard and quickly ejaculated, his semen filling my stomach. I could
finally catch my breath , but I wasn't satisfied. My master noticed my emotions and unlocked the door, telling me to masturbate for him. I
frantically masturbated, thrusting violently until I finally climaxed—it felt so good! My master kissed my face, and I
couldn't help but throw myself into his arms, holding him tightly. Holding my master's neck, tears streamed down my face,
falling emotions, like a bottle of mixed flavors spilled. Was it my master's understanding? Was it his
affection? Was it an indescribable grievance? Or was it the pleasure of releasing pent-up desire...?
Tonight, I slept with my master, and I felt incredibly happy in his arms. I
love him deeply from the bottom of my heart. He not only understands everything about my body but also knows everything I think. I wonder,
who else in the world understands me so thoroughly? Probably no one else, including my parents, brothers
, and friends...
This anal training lasted for two whole weeks, and the feeling is forever etched in my mind. Every time
I crawl down and raise my buttocks, my anus automatically opens, my vagina itches, and my desire burns. Thinking of
my locked labia, I feel an impatient urge to unlock them and masturbate to my heart's content. This training controlled my
mental nerves. As soon as I hear my master's command to crawl down, I become sexually aroused and unbearably thirsty, and
a large amount of vaginal fluid gushes out. I can't control myself anymore. Actually, my master no longer gives me aphrodisiacs, but
now my body is even more sensitive than when I used aphrodisiacs.
Each time my master locked my labia, he would also lock the key to the ring in front of my corset. He no longer
shackled me; my only attire was a collar, corset, and labia lock. This gave me much more freedom; I
could sleep comfortably and had plenty of energy. But I was incredibly bored. In the basement, I would fantasize,
wanting to unlock the lock and masturbate whenever I saw the key, but I couldn't open it, nor could I satisfy my desires. I would frequently
insert my fingers into my anus, constantly strengthening its function, but my desires remained unfulfilled. The more this happened, the
more I longed for my master; my heart was constantly filled with sexual fantasies and desires. To be continued 2 Chapter Seven: Sadomasochistic Sentiments My
master finally molded me into his desired sex slave. My physical characteristics, psychological reactions, and even that subtle
aura all exuded sadomasochistic tendencies. The master said, "Your thoughts, psychology, and emotions can all be displayed vividly through your
current body. Not only that, but also
the seductive allure of your inner desires and hunger, which you cannot conceal no matter what." When the master brought me out of the basement, I
walked standing behind him. As I listened to him speak, my heart was already pounding with unease
. I felt my blood rushing through my body. When we reached the living room, the master suddenly turned around and stared directly into my eyes. His
eyes were like an endless abyss that engulfed me, or like raging flames that melted me. My soul
was captured by those eyes. At that moment, the air in the entire hall seemed to freeze. My heart was pounding violently, my full breasts were
high heaving rapidly, trembling slightly. The sound of my heartbeat and my heavy breathing
were clearly audible. The deathly silence felt like the world had vanished, like I had lost myself. Maybe it was a second, two seconds
, a minute, or even longer, but I finally heard my master's command to kneel down, and then to lie down.
As soon as I raised my buttocks, my anus suddenly opened wide, and a rush of cold air shot into my stomach. My lower abdomen was already swollen and
bulging . I instinctively tried to contract my anus, but this only allowed me to inhale the cold air into my stomach. The more I tried to do this,
the less my anus could close. At this moment, my master began to caress my buttocks, his fingers sliding back and forth inside and
around . My locked labia were already oozing with lustful fluid, and his wet palms slapped against them repeatedly
. The swaying lock seemed even heavier, and my swollen labia and vagina were unbearably itchy. My desire
began to surge wave after wave. As he played with me, my master said, "Look at your slutty body, Yue Nu, haha,
the red flesh around your thirsty anus, extending into a bottomless black hole, wide open, panting and writhing. Your
lowly body is truly insatiable." As he spoke, his fingers, still wet with lustful fluid, continued to swirl in and
out of my anus. My master teased, "You slutty bitch, you're even better than I imagined. Get up, go take
a good bath, and I'll take you out to a friend's party later. My friend will give you pleasure."
After saying that, my master slapped my buttocks hard, leaving a deep five-finger mark.
As I showered, I recalled my master's words, a sense of anticipation rising within me, my burning desire growing stronger and
stronger, making me impatient. How could I have had such shameless thoughts back then? Now I understand
it was the result of my master's psychological training. I followed his training completely, step by step fulfilling
his expectations. My mind was so sensitive that every glance, every word, or even
the sight anything sexual would involuntarily arouse my desire…
Recalling the past two years, my master had sacrificed so much for training me. For over two years, he had rarely
managed company affairs, and aside from necessary social engagements, he hadn't appeared in public. More importantly,
since I arrived, he hadn't left my side for a single day, nor had he returned to Hong Kong. My master told me that before the Spring Festival this year,
his wife came all the way from Hong Kong to visit him, wanting to spend the holiday with him here. However, considering there was no one to take care of me, he used the
excuse of needing to go abroad to sign business orders, thus sending his wife away from Shenzhen as soon as possible. The master's wife
only stayed at the hotel for two days before parting ways with him on bad terms and hurriedly returning to Hong Kong. Over the past two years, I have deeply appreciated
the master 's boundless care and genuine affection for me. Everything he did was according to his
plan, a gradual and systematic approach to achieve his goals. Unconsciously, I adapted to SM, reaching a point of obsession and desire,
deeply trapped and unable to extricate myself. Each time the training entered a new stage, the effects
manifested , like a magnificent garland woven by the master, dazzling and beautiful.
How much effort the master poured into me! During the training process, I repeatedly pushed beyond my limits, repeatedly broke free from the prison of my mind,
abandoning my sense of self-importance and human dignity, completely liberating my bound thoughts and ethical concepts. Creating a new
self, I was like a pupa emerging from its cocoon, transforming into a butterfly, constantly leaping, sublimating, and enjoying the true essence of SM.
How much untold pain and unimaginable humiliation, and how much
genuine love and affection that most people cannot comprehend or feel, were involved?
Every time I recall my master's discipline, my body trembles uncontrollably. A surge of lust fills my chest,
suffocating me. My flushed cheeks press against my eyes, tears welling with passion, and my overflowing lust
is uncontrollable. My subservience permeates every pore of my body; my sadism flows into every drop of my blood; my
intense, insatiable sexual desire weaves through every nerve; my sensitive sexual senses overflow
every ; my ravenous desire constantly pounds against every bone in my body…
My master begins to urge me, "Has Yue Nu not finished washing yet?" I awaken from my racing memories. The gushing
showerhead cannot wash away the sticky fluid from my lower body; the rushing water cannot moisten my parched lips. I know my master is about to enjoy me
, including what he calls "friends," which is what I also desire and crave. I consider it a gift and
reward ; to satisfy and please him is my way of repaying him.
Author: Moon Slave Brand At this moment, the master came in, turned off the shower, then unscrewed the shower head and
started to give me an enema with the shower hose, cleaning my large intestine with each bowel movement until only clear water
came . Then they led me out of the living room. I saw a lot of things on the coffee table. The master started ordering me to crawl down
as . I was on my elbows, with my hands under my chin, my breasts pressed against the ground,
my waist bent to the maximum, my buttocks sticking up high, my anus almost level with the ground, and my anus wide
open and tilted . The master took a small ball from the coffee table, like the inner lining of a ball, with a soft tube attached to one end.
The master easily inserted the ball into my anus. My rectum felt cool and pleasant. Then the master opened my
labia and used a speculum to dilate my vagina. He took another soft tube from the coffee table and began to slowly lubricate my
urethra. He slowly inserted the tube into my urethra until it reached my bladder. There was a fork in the tube on the side.
The master took a syringe and injected half a tube of water into it, about 20 to 30 milliliters. At this moment, the master tried to pull
the tube out but couldn't. The tube was stuck firmly in my bladder. The mistress then took another similar soft tube,
extended it through my vagina to my cervix, and slowly inserted it. She began injecting water, and I felt
a slight , the tube firmly lodged inside. The mistress removed the speculum and closed my labia.
About 10 centimeters of the three tubes were outside my body; the remaining length was cut off with scissors. Now,
foreign objects were inserted into all three of my lower orifices, and the psychological and sensory stimulation gave me a sudden surge of pleasure. Next,
the mistress took a syringe filled with about 5 milliliters of medication. She said, "This is
a precious nutritional supplement that a friend specially bought from abroad; it's a high-energy nutritional mixture specifically for cancer and AIDS patients
.
" As she spoke, she began injecting the medication into one of my buttocks. She then took
another syringe, still filled with medication, and injected it into the other buttock. The master said, "Moon Slave, this
injection is a combination of diuretics and human chorionic gonadotropin, containing a small amount of male hormones. In an hour, your
body will experience unexpected sensations and desires." The master told me to stand up and walk around. The master's
suggestive language, combined with the unusual, uncomfortable stimulation in my lower body, created a feeling of fullness in my lower abdomen. My body began
to tremble uncontrollably, my blood flow accelerated, and an indescribable sensation surged through my swollen genitals.
My cheeks burned and flushed, and tears welled up. Having lived in darkness in the basement for so long,
I couldn't adapt ; my eyes would fill with tears at the sight of light. The rolling tears moistened my parched lips,
and the more aroused my body became, the more tears flowed. The master said, "..." " The tears in your eyes weren't what the training intended;
they were more of a side effect. But it's precisely that makes you more perfect, more alluring, those
captivating ..." The master brought me a tight-fitting latex suit, the opening at the back, and told me to put it on.
After I put it on, the master zipped it up at the waist until only my anus and labia were exposed. There was also
a separate hood, also made of latex. I put on the hood, which exposed my eyes, nostrils, and
mouth, but I couldn't hear the master clearly. I heard a sound, and my master patted my head, signaling me to crawl down. He then took out a rubber tube,
connecting one end to the tube in my anus, and the other end, like a stethoscope, split into two branches. He
inserted the two branches of the tube from my back upwards into my nostrils, making my nostrils hurt a little. Then, my master
used tape to secure it to my nostrils, wrapping it around my head repeatedly. Next, my master told me to take a deep breath
, then covered my mouth with his hand. I couldn't breathe; the air was exhaled through my nostrils and entered through the tube. The ball, inserted
into my anus, slowly grew larger. The exhaled air couldn't return; it turned out the master had connected
a device between the tubing, allowing air to enter but not exit, and also included a spherical pressure gauge about the size of a one-yuan coin.
This was actually an additional airflow buffer; the airflow passing through the gauge helped press the ball into the anus
without much resistance in my nostrils. I suffocated, my face turning red. The master released his hand, and I took another deep
breath. The master then tightly covered my mouth. I endured to my maximum limit, instinctively exhaling through
my nose . The master repeated this several times, the ball continuously expanding, my anus wide open.
The ball exerted intense pressure on the anal sphincter, making the urgent urge to defecate uncontrollable. Because the swollen ball
couldn't be squeezed out of the anus, the anal sphincter instinctively opened and contracted, spasming uncontrollably.
Urine was also forced from the tubing, and my vagina and labia experienced alternating tightness and itching; my vulva
was already soaked with vaginal fluid. The master commanded: "Alright, Moon Slave, get up," Master gestured to me. I removed
my hood and latex suit, then packed the latex suit, hood, and tubing into a bag, along with some other
tools. The small ball in my anus was also back to its original position. As I stood up, urine was still dripping from my
bladder . Master tied a knot in the urethral tubing. Then, Master secured all three tubes to my thighs with tape and fastened
a corset around my waist. He told me to put on a trench coat naked, and then put on 8-centimeter-high black patent leather heels. He started applying makeup, and
Master also told me to spray a strong French perfume on my armpits, genitals, and chest. Once everything was ready, he was about to take me
out. I begged Master for water, but he refused. My mouth and throat were incredibly dry, and I felt
nauseous . I kept licking my lips with my tongue. I could only plead with Master again, and he gave me two white
pills, saying, "These will stop the nausea. You can swallow them with a sip of water." "Afterwards, I learned that the white pills
were Japanese-made female aphrodisiacs. Then, I followed my master out the door. The night was beautiful,
the sky full of stars. My heart was filled with excitement, and I hugged my master and kissed him deeply. Sitting in the car, I
was still wondering what that mysterious friend was going to do to me. In the car, my master instructed me that
I could not drink water without permission, and I must obey all orders; any violation would be severely punished.
The car quickly drove into the vast night.
Chapter Seven: Sadomasochistic Sentiments Author: Moon Slave Brand My master finally molded me into his desired sex slave.
My physical characteristics, psychological reactions, and subtle aura all exuded sadomasochistic sentiments. My master said, '
Your thoughts, psychology, and emotions can all be fully displayed through your current body. Not only
that, but also the inner desire and thirst for allure that you cannot conceal.'"
"When my master brought me out of the basement, I walked behind him, standing. As I
listened to him speak, my heart pounded with unease. I felt my blood rushing through my veins. When we reached
the living room, he suddenly turned and stared directly into my eyes. His eyes were like an endless abyss that engulfed me, or like
a raging fire that melted me. My soul was captured by those eyes. At that moment, the air in the entire hall seemed to
freeze . My heart pounded violently, my full breasts rose high and heaved rapidly,
trembling slightly. The sound of my heartbeat and my heavy breathing were clearly audible. A deathly silence descended, as if the
world had ceased to exist, as if I had ceased to exist. Perhaps it lasted a second, two seconds, or..." A minute or longer later, I finally heard
my master's command to kneel, then to lie down. As soon as I raised my buttocks, my anus suddenly opened wide
, a rush of cold air into my stomach. My lower abdomen was already swollen and bulging. I instinctively tried to contract my anus, but this only allowed me
to inhale the cold air, making it even harder to close. At this moment, my master began
to caress my buttocks, his fingers sliding back and forth inside and around my anus. My locked labia were already
oozing vaginal fluid, and his wet palms kept slapping my labia. The swinging locks felt even heavier, and my
swollen labia and vagina were unbearably itchy. My desire began to rise wave after wave. As my master played with me, he
said, "Moon Slave, look at your slutty body, haha, the red flesh around your thirsty anus extends into a bottomless
black hole, wide open, panting and writhing. Your lowly body is truly insatiable." "As my master
spoke, his fingers, still wet with my vaginal fluid, were sliding in and out of my anus. He teased, 'You
slut, you're even better than I imagined. Get up and take a good bath. I'll take you to
a friend's party later; my friend will give you pleasure.' With that, he slapped my
buttocks , leaving five deep finger marks.
As I showered, I recalled his words, a sense of anticipation rising within me, my burning desire growing stronger,
so intense I couldn't wait. How could I have had such shameless thoughts back then? Now I understand
it was the result of my master's psychological training. I followed his instructions completely, step by step fulfilling
his expectations. My mind was sensitive to every glance, every word, or even
the sight anything sexual; it would involuntarily arouse my desire…
Recalling the past two years, my master had sacrificed so much for my training. For over two years, he had rarely
attended to company affairs…" Aside from necessary social engagements, I haven't appeared in public. More importantly,
since I arrived, my host hasn't left my side for a single day, nor has he returned to Hong Kong. He told me that before the Spring Festival this year,
his wife came all the way from Hong Kong to visit him, wanting to spend the holiday with him. However, considering there would be no one to take care of me, he
used the excuse of needing to go abroad to sign business orders, thus sending his wife away from Shenzhen as soon as possible. His wife
only stayed at the hotel for two days before parting ways with him on bad terms and hurriedly returning to Hong Kong. In these two years, I have deeply appreciated my
host 's boundless care and genuine affection. Everything he has done
has been in accordance with his plan, constantly seeking to achieve his goals. Gradually, I achieved my goal. Unconsciously, I adapted to SM, reaching a state of obsession and desire,
deeply trapped and unable to extricate myself. Each time the training entered a new stage, the effects of the training
manifested , like a magnificent garland woven by my master, dazzling and beautiful.
How much effort my master poured into me! In the process of training, I repeatedly pushed beyond my limits, repeatedly broke free from the prison of my mind,
abandoning my sense of self-importance and human dignity, completely liberating my bound thoughts and ethical concepts. Creating a new
self, I was like a pupa peeling from its cocoon, transforming into a butterfly, constantly leaping, sublimating, and enjoying the true essence of SM.
And how much of this ... The untold pain and unimaginable humiliation, and
the profound love and affection that so many cannot comprehend or feel.
Every time I recall my master's discipline, my body trembles uncontrollably. A surge of lust fills my chest
, suffocating me. My flushed cheeks press against my eyes, tears welling with passion, and my overflowing lust
is uncontrollable. My subservience permeates every pore of my body, my sadism flows into every drop of my blood, my
insatiable sexual desire weaves through every nerve, my sensitive sexual senses overflow
every , and my insatiable desire constantly pounds against every bone in my body…
My master begins to urge, "Hasn't Moon Slave finished washing yet?" I awoke from my racing memories. The gushing
shower couldn't wash away the sticky fluid from my lower body, and the rushing water couldn't quench my thirst. I knew my master was about to enjoy me
, including what he called "friends," which was what I longed for and desired. I considered it a gift and
reward , and to please and satisfy him was my way of repaying him.
Chapter Eight (Part 1) Entertainment City Author: Moon Slave Brand At this moment, my master came in, turned off the shower,
then unscrewed the shower head and began to give me an enema with the shower hose, cleaning my large intestine with each bowel movement until
only clear water came out. Then he took me out of the living room. I saw many things on the coffee table. My master
began to order me to crawl down as before. I was on my elbows, with my hands under my chin, my breasts pressed against
the ground , my waist bent to the maximum extent, my buttocks raised high, my anus almost level with the ground, my
anus wide open and tilted upwards. My master took a small ball from the coffee table, like the bladder of a ball,
one end connected to With a soft tube, the master easily inserted a small ball into my anus. My rectum felt a cool, pleasant sensation.
Then, the master opened my labia, used a speculum to dilate my vagina, and took another soft tube from the coffee table.
He slowly lubricated my urethra, inserting the tube gently into my urethra until it reached my bladder.
There was a fork in the tube; the master used a syringe to inject about 20-30 ml of water.
He tried to pull the tube out, but it wouldn't budge; it was firmly stuck in my bladder. The master then took another
similar tube, extending it through my vagina to my cervix, and slowly inserted it, injecting water as well.
I felt a slight tightness in my uterus, and the tube remained firmly lodged there. The master removed the speculum and closed my
labia again. About 10 centimeters of the three tubes remained outside the body; the remaining length was cut off with scissors. Now, foreign objects were inserted into all three holes
in my lower body psychological and sensory stimulation generated a feeling of pleasure within me.
Next, the host brought out a syringe filled with about 5 milliliters of medicine. The host said,
"This is a precious nutritional supplement that a friend specially bought from abroad. It's
a ." As he spoke, the host began injecting the medicine into one of my buttocks.
The host then brought out another syringe, still filled with medicine, and injected it into the other side of my buttock. The master
said, "Moon Slave, this injection is a combination of diuretics and human chorionic gonadotropin, containing a small amount of male hormones. In
an hour, your body will experience unexpected sensations and desires." The master told me to stand up and walk around
. The master's suggestive language, combined with the unusual, uncomfortable stimulation in my lower body, created a
feeling . My body began to tremble uncontrollably, my blood flow accelerated, and an indescribable sensation surged through
my swollen genitals. My cheeks burned and flushed, and tears welled up. Having lived in darkness in the basement for so long,
I couldn't adapt to light stimulation; my eyes would fill with tears at the sight of light. The rolling tears moistened
my parched lips, and the more aroused my body became, the more tears flowed. The master said, "..." " The tears in your eyes
weren't what the training intended; they were more of a side effect. But it's precisely that makes you more perfect, more alluring, those
captivating, mesmerizing eyes..." The master brought me a tight-fitting latex suit, with sections two and three
on the back. He told me to put it on, and then he zipped it up at the waist until only
my anus and labia were exposed. There was also a separate hood, also made of latex. I put on the hood, which exposed
my eyes , nostrils, and mouth, but I couldn't hear anything through my ears. I heard Master Chu's voice. He patted my head, signaling me to crawl down. He then
took out a rubber tube, connecting one end to the tube in my anus.
The other end, like a stethoscope, was forked in two. He inserted the two forked tubes from my back upwards into my nostrils, stretching
them hurt a little. Then, he used tape to secure them, wrapping it around my head repeatedly.
Next, he told me to take a deep breath and covered my mouth with his hand. I couldn't breathe; the air
escaped , passing through the soft... The tube entered the bulb inside my anus. The bulb slowly grew larger, and the exhaled air couldn't return.
It turned out the master had connected a device between the tubes, allowing air to enter but not exit, and there was also a pressure gauge,
about the size of a coin, spherical in shape. Actually, it was an additional airflow buffer; the airflow passing through the gauge helped press the bulb
into the anus without much resistance in my nostrils. I suffocated, my face turning red. The master released his hand,
and I took another deep breath. The master then tightly covered my mouth again. I held on to my limit,
instinctively exhaling through my nose once more. After the master repeated this several times, the bulb continued to expand, my
anus wide open, the bulb exerting intense pressure on the anal sphincter. The urgent urge to defecate was uncontrollable.
Because the swollen bulb couldn't be squeezed out of the anus, the anal sphincter instinctively opened and contracted, spasming
uncontrollably. Urine from my bladder was also forced out of the tube. My vagina and labia felt tight
and itchy in waves, and my vulva was already wet with vaginal fluid. The master commanded: "Alright, Moon Slave, get up," Master
gestured to me. I removed my hood and latex suit, then packed the latex suit, hood, and tubing into a bag,
along with some other tools. The small ball in my anus was also back to its original position. As I stood up, urine
was still . Master tied a knot in the urethral tubing. Then, Master secured all three tubes
to my thighs with tape and fastened a corset around my waist. He told me to put on a trench coat naked, and then put on 8-centimeter-high black patent leather
heels. He started applying makeup, and Master also told me to spray a strong French
perfume .
Once everything was ready, he was about to take me out. I begged Master for water, but he refused. My mouth and
throat were incredibly dry, and I felt nauseous. I kept licking my lips with my tongue. I could only plead with Master again,
and he gave me two white pills, saying, "These will stop the nausea. You can swallow them with a sip of water." "Afterwards, I
learned that the white pills were Japanese-made female aphrodisiacs. Then, I followed my master out the door.
The night was so beautiful, the sky full of stars. My heart was filled with excitement, and I hugged my master
and kissed him deeply.
Sitting in the car, I was still wondering what that mysterious friend was going to do to me. In the car
, my master instructed me that I could not drink water without permission, and I must obey all orders; any
violation would be severely punished. The car quickly drove into the vast night. Because the swollen ball could not
be squeezed out of my anus, the anal sphincter instinctively opened and contracted, spasming uncontrollably.
Urine in my bladder was also forced out of the tube. My vagina and labia were itchy and tight in waves, and my vulva was already wet with vaginal fluid
. My master commanded, 'Alright, Moon Slave, get up.'" My master gestured to me to remove the hood and
latex suit. He then packed the latex suit, hood, and tubing into a bag, along with some other tools.
The small ball in my anus was also returned to its original position. When I stood up, urine was still dripping from my bladder.
My master tied a knot in the urethral tubing. Then he secured all three tubes to my thighs with tape and fastened a corset around my waist
. He told me to put on a trench coat naked, and then on 8-centimeter-high black patent leather heels. He started applying makeup,
and also told me to spray a strong French perfume on my armpits, genitals, and chest. Once everything was ready, he was about to take me out
. I begged my master for water, but he refused. My mouth and throat were incredibly dry, and I felt nauseous.
I kept licking my lips. I could only plead with my master again. He gave me two white pills, saying
, "These will stop the nausea. You can swallow them with a sip of water." "Afterwards, I learned that the white pills were
Japanese- made female aphrodisiacs. Then, I followed my master out the door. The night was so beautiful, the sky full
of stars. My heart was suddenly filled with excitement, and I hugged my master and kissed him deeply. Sitting in the car, I was still wondering
what that mysterious friend was going to do to me. In the car, my master instructed me that I could not drink water without
permission , and I must obey all orders; any violation would be severely punished.
The car quickly drove into the vast night.
Chapter Eight (Middle) Entertainment City Author: Moon Slave Brand About half an hour later, the car crossed the highway
and arrived at ×× Village. Calling it a village is a bit of a stretch; compared to villages in the suburbs of Chongqing, it didn't look rural at all."
Looking out the car window, I saw a bustling crowd, rows of buildings, and streets lined with
neon lights and hair salons/beauty parlors. The tall restaurants, their windows gleaming, revealed diners indulging in lavish
meals. At that moment, I felt hungry; it had been seven or eight hours since noon without food
. While I was still curiously looking around, the car arrived at our destination. My host parked the car in the nearby
parking lot, and I followed him to a building that resembled a hotel. The building wasn't very tall, about six stories, with a spacious
lobby and neon signs in a mix of English and Chinese, flashing brightly in vibrant colors: "XXX Entertainment City.
" The lobby was at the very front of the building, with restaurants on the first floor at the other end. My host led me up to the second floor,
where could faintly hear singing; this must be the so-called entertainment city. The host led me
around the corner of the stairs, walked forward for about ten meters, and entered a large door. Inside was a long, vertical corridor
leading to a building at the back. After passing through the corridor and turning a corner, the host knocked on a door. It seemed
he was a familiar face here; he knew the way well. The door opened, and the person who greeted me immediately surprised me—
it was the owner of the karaoke bar I had visited before. He ushered us inside, exchanging pleasantries, and immediately addressed me
, saying, "Is this Xiaoyue? Oh my, I really can't recognize her! She's changed so much! Truly, even a fine jade
needs careful carving." I tilted my head slightly, looking at him calmly. The host began to speak, "I
've prepared her as you instructed. Shall we dress her up now?" "Sure, let me do it," the karaoke bar owner
replied.
My master ordered me to take off my trench coat and stand there naked. Then, he took out something and dressed me in a latex suit,
tightening the corset around my waist. I held my breath and pulled in my stomach, my breasts
appearing even more prominent and erect under the corset. The tubes were already installed as before, and the two of them fiddled with me
, making me dizzy. I was restless and couldn't calm down. Wearing the latex hood, I
couldn't hear a word they were saying, but their expressions showed they were satisfied with my outfit. Finally, I
put my elbows behind my back, binding my arms. My master gestured for me to walk around the room. The medication had begun to take effect
; my bladder was full, and my stomach was swollen. I gasped for breath, my tongue constantly
licking my parched lips. My high, firm breasts heaved rapidly, and the tingling sensation from my genitals
spread throughout my body. As I paced back and forth in the room, my arms, bound behind my back, caused me to lose my balance.
My eight-inch heels forced me into an S-shape, and my long legs carefully supported my trembling body. My
tightly bound waist seemed unable to maintain balance, and with each step, my large breasts
jiggled , and the fleshy mounds of my plump buttocks swayed and rolled, seemingly proclaiming my
undeniable allure. My inner potential and physical reactions could not deceive my master; my posture
completely expressed my inner desires.
"You can take her in now," the karaoke bar owner said, already draping my trench coat over my
shoulders. The two of them helped me push open a door and into another room. This seemed to be an activity room,
containing a pool table, parallel bars, and other sports equipment. The room, about 30 square meters in size, had two
people sitting on sofas along the wall, chatting and drinking, while two others were playing pool. As soon as we entered, everyone's eyes turned to
us. I was led to the center of the room to stand, and the host found a place to sit as well. The karaoke bar owner started
talking , but I couldn't hear a word he said because of the hood on my head. Then the lights went out,
all the windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn. Only a single incandescent bulb on the pool table illuminated the wisps of smoke rising in the room.
Spotlights at both ends were turned on, shining obliquely across the pool table. The two people playing pool had already left.
Now they started bustling about, carrying two heavy parallel bars to the pool table. Someone directed
them as they placed the bars side-by-side, then pushed the pool table under the bars so that the four bars
were perpendicular to the rectangular surface of the pool table. After adjusting the bars' height, everyone sat down quietly. The host
took off my trench coat, led me to the pool table, untied my arms, and gestured for me
to climb up. He adjusted my posture, making sure my legs were spread wide enough for me to kneel. The lowest bar pressed down on my
calves , securing my ankles. The second bar was below my abdomen, close to my thighs,
raised to its highest point until my thighs were perpendicular to the table. The third bar was at my waist, pressing my upper
body and breasts against the table. The fourth bar was above my chest, parallel to and
overlapping . I was tightly wedged between these four bars, with no room to move except for my head
, which protruded from the pool table. My high-raised buttocks resembled Mount Fuji. Everyone present was incredibly excited
. At that moment, my own pent-up desire was about to burst forth. I gasped for
breath , my breasts and abdomen heaving rapidly, my anus and labia trembling uncontrollably. My master
untied the knotted urethral tube and used a basin to catch the flowing urine, which made my lower abdomen feel a little
better .
He then wiped my genitals with a towel and inserted the tubes from my urethra and uterus into two
beer bottles, seemingly to catch the flowing liquid. I imagine my lower body must have been overflowing and
utterly disheveled.
At this point, my master put a collar around my neck and then pulled the chain upwards, attaching it to a hook on the ceiling above a hanging
incandescent light bulb . My head was forced high back, and a spotlight from the opposite wall shone directly on
my face, making it impossible for me to open my eyes. At the lowest point, my upper body was pressed against the table, my breasts pressed tightly against the surface. A fourth
bar was tied parallel to and overlapping my upper chest and outstretched arms. I was tightly wedged
between these four bars, with no room to move except for my head, which protruded
outside . My high-raised buttocks resembled Mount Fuji in Japan. Everyone present was incredibly excited.
At that moment the intense desire within me was about to burst forth. My mouth was wide open, I was breathing heavily, my breasts and lower abdomen
heaving rapidly and violently, and my anus and labia were spasming and trembling uncontrollably. My master then untied
the knotted urethral tube and used a basin to catch the flowing urine. My lower abdomen felt a little better. My master then used a towel...
He wiped my genitals, then inserted the tubes from my urethra and uterus into two beer bottles, as if
to catch the flowing liquid. I imagine my genitals must have been overflowing and utterly disheveled. At this moment, the master
brought a collar and put it around my neck, then pulled the bracelet upwards and attached it to the ceiling
hook . My head was forced high up, and the spotlight on the opposite wall shone directly on my face,
making it impossible for me to open my eyes.
Chapter Eight (Part Two) The Dance Hall Author: Moon Slave Brand Someone was slapping my buttocks, I couldn't hear what
they were saying . The owner of the dance hall was already standing in front of me, shoving his hard, huge penis into my mouth.
My mouth was dry, without a drop of saliva. He thrust it hard into my throat, holding my head with both hands, his penis
completely submerged. My lips were stuck at the base of his penis, making it hard for me to breathe. He kept shaking his penis,
the stimulation causing my throat to vomit stomach acid, my mouth began to lubricate, and his penis began to thrust back and forth in my mouth.
He once again thrust hard... He held my head and stuffed his penis into my mouth, almost suffocating me.
When I instinctively took a deep breath. He immediately thrust his penis deep into my throat, forcing me
to exhale through my nose. The air flowed through the tube in my nasal cavity into the small ball in my anus, which
slowly enlarged. Then he touched my stomach with one hand to relax me before pulling his penis out. I
instinctively gasped for air again, but my mouth was quickly blocked again, forcing me to exhale through my nose once more.
This repeated many times. The small ball inside my anus grew larger and larger, pressing against the anal sphincter. The intense
urge to defecate was uncontrollable, and my anus instinctively contracted and opened. Because the ball was too large to be expelled,
the urge to defecate was unbearable. My anus kept swallowing and spitting out the ball, my lower abdomen was already noticeably swollen, and all the muscles in my body were tense
as I strained downwards to expel it. This pressure on my lower body caused urine to flow out continuously. My uterus was also being pulled downwards,
as if I were about to give birth. My labia were also protruding and turned open, swollen from being held back. I could feel
my labia being pulled very tightly by the lock ring. The karaoke bar owner was still repeatedly making the movements. My stomach acid was gone
, and I could only feel thirsty and nauseous. My whole body was hot, and my brain was highly focused, unable to think about anything else. Besides
wanting to drink water, I was trying my best to expel the ball. My lower body kept straining, and my mouth was also
sucking hard on his penis, as if I had a kettle in my mouth, hoping for the nectar to flow out. Finally, the boss ejaculated
his gushing semen, which I swallowed hungrily, his penis tightly clenched in my mouth, unwilling to let go. Then
another man came up and inserted his burning penis into my mouth. I longed for him to ejaculate as soon as possible
to quench my thirst, and he did the same to the karaoke bar owner.
When , the pressure in my nostrils made it impossible to exhale, so he grabbed my armpits, and someone else
tickled the soles of my feet from behind. My muscles relaxed, and the urgent urge to breathe made me forcefully exhale through
my nostrils again. Then one man after another, until everyone did the same. I don't know
how much time passed. My nerves were twitching, my mind on the verge of collapse. My mouth was full of semen
, bubbles rising, my mouth wide open, letting out long roars from my throat, hoping for more sustenance, hoping
for more semen to satisfy my thirst. I eagerly anticipated and anxiously waited. However,
no came up. Everyone was behind me, watching the violent reaction of my lower body. My rectum and anus
were stretched to their maximum limit by the sphere. My anus was uncontrollably swallowing and releasing the sphere. My lower abdomen was
straining, only pushing my organs downwards. My frantic emotions couldn't calm down. I tried my best to break free,
but all my efforts were in vain. My roars gradually lost their strength.
The master removed the tube from my nose and disconnected the tube connecting the sphere. The gas in the sphere was
released and it returned to its original shape. He gave me a bottle of mineral water, and I was finally able to calm down. My wide-open anus
could no longer close, and a large amount of air rushed into my stomach. Someone put their hand into my anus, one after
another , until everyone's fist could fit inside. Finally, someone inserted a beer bottle into my anus and
poured all the urine I had produced into it. Instantly, a strong stinging pain from the urine stung my anus
. I knew that my anus must have been torn by the sphere. Then, they inserted the bottom of the bottle into my anus.
The master removed all the tubes from my urethra and uterus, leaving only the bottle with
half its neck protruding from my anus. He untied me and loosened the bars. The master gestured for me to get down, but
my body was numb, like a lump of limp mud. The master and the karaoke bar owner helped me up,
draped a trench coat over me, and carried me out of the room. They led me to a lounge, which appeared
to be the owner's living room. The master removed my hood and latex suit, untied my corset, and helped me into
the bathroom to wash me. The bottle was removed from my anus, and residual urine flowed out.
After everything was cleaned, the master told me to go back to the bedroom and lie down to rest. My mouth was still dry, so I asked my master
if I could have some water. At that moment, the boss took a beer bottle and poured the liquid inside into a glass, saying
, "Great! A full 50 milliliters!" He then handed the glass to my master, who said to me
, "Moon Slave, you performed exceptionally well today. This is your vaginal fluid, pure and fresh, haha! Drink it
; it contains a high concentration of human aphrodisiacs, you need to replenish it." I took the glass of the cloudy, whitish,
semi-transparent liquid, put it to my lips, and smelled it. It had an enticing, fishy odor, and I immediately felt a
surge of lust. I didn't care about anything else at that moment and gulped it down in two large mouthfuls. My master then brought me a bottle of
milk-based beverage, which I also drank in one go. Now I felt much better, and I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I don't know
how much time passed, but my master woke me up to eat. I got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash my face, and returned to the room. They
were already sitting on the sofa waiting for me to come out and eat. I knelt upright opposite my master, listening to their
conversation . With my master's permission, I had a brief chat with the karaoke bar owner during the meal. I learned that
he was also a slut; he had noticed me from the beginning and intentionally arranged my fate to meet my
master. A year ago, during a police crackdown on prostitution, gambling, and drugs, many prostitutes were arrested, and my
fellow villagers who came to work with me left. The owner also transferred ownership of the karaoke bar, and this resort became his new home.
This entertainment center, besides dancing and a disco, also features erotic dances and
performances . He also mentioned that a year ago, my fellow villager often asked him about my whereabouts while working at a karaoke bar, but the owner
never told her.
Hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little sad, a faint homesickness settling over me…
During our conversation, I learned the purpose of my master bringing me here. This time, it was a physical fitness test
and further development of my anus, to give me superhuman skills to become a professional submissive. If possible,
the monthly salary would be 15,000 yuan. When the owner asked for my opinion, I looked at
my master and replied that I would follow his arrangements.
Chapter Nine: Super Skill Training Author: Moon Slave Brand Since returning from the entertainment center, my master has begun to intensify my
physical training. Every day, my owner would lead me out to the living room to practice my basic skills. I had to crawl
like a dog , elbows on the ground, using my forearms and hands to move forward. My breasts couldn't leave the ground, my belly had to be as low as possible, my waist bent as far as possible, my buttocks had to be raised as high as possible, and my anus had to be tilted back as high as possible towards the ceiling. A beer bottle was inserted into my anus, with the bottom inserted and the top outside, and then the bottle was filled with water. I had to keep the bottle top straight so the water wouldn't spill out. Although I had practiced this position often before, it was still very difficult to meet such high standards . I started by moving forward step by step, then crawled forward step by step, and then gradually increased the speed. After more than two months of repeated practice, I can now crawl back and forth without spilling any water. 　　My anus has also been trained to be very open. Because the large intestine droops down towards the abdomen, the negative pressure stretches the rectum. As long as this position is adjusted, the anus will automatically open to the size of a teacup, allowing my owner's fist to easily go in and out. 　　Today, I was led out of the basement by my master again. First, I was given an enema and a full-body bath, then my locked labia were opened. This simple process alone aroused my lust; the long-awaited moment had finally arrived. For months, my master had kept my labia locked, and I was filled with a long-lost longing and yearning for vaginal intercourse. After all, this was a way for a woman to easily achieve orgasm. My master cleaned me inside and out, put a collar and corset on me, and then put 14-inch high heels on me. He led me to the living room, where four unfamiliar guests were already sitting on the sofa. Their eyes followed my body. My master led me to the stairs, where my hands were hoisted high , my toes barely touching the ground. The bracelets on my collar were also lifted and hung overhead, forcing my head up. My body was in an exaggerated S-shape, my breasts and buttocks protruding high. After binding me, my master spoke to the guests in Cantonese, which I couldn't understand. The master turned and picked up a thin wooden stick. Standing beside me, he used the stick to point and tap repeatedly on my breasts, waist, buttocks, labia, and thighs. He made me lick the tip of the stick wet, then rub it against my labia, stimulating my burning desire. My vagina felt empty and thirsty, with gushing fluids flowing down my thighs , glistening under the bright light. The stick tapped against the ring on my labia, making a seductive clanging sound. My dazed eyes, filled with yearning passion, involuntarily glanced at each guest sitting on the sofa, while they leisurely enjoyed the so-called alluring physical reactions. My open labia writhed thirstily, my chest filled with pent-up desire, my breasts swelled and stood erect , trembling incessantly. The urgent need made it difficult for me to breathe calmly; my rapid panting was mixed with unbearable moans, growing louder and louder. My master began to command me, "Moon Slave, you must crawl over in the standard bitch position, just like you were trained before, to please all the guests. While they experience pleasure, you will also receive your due orgasm and satisfaction." As he spoke, he released my restraints. I cannot describe my feelings ; like a bitch in heat, my frenzied lust was uncontrollable. Trembling and writhing, I eagerly crawled towards the guests, my body dripping with drops of lustful fluids on the ground less than 10 meters away. I began to give oral sex to everyone, including my master. I was surrounded by them, my two holes filled. I moaned with pleasure; this was a feeling I had never experienced before, immersing me in a vortex of excitement and happiness. 　　I knew this was a grace and reward from my master, and I wanted to cherish and enjoy every minute. One pleasure after another, one orgasm after another, I reached a state of selflessness, like a thirsty infant succumbing to its mother's sweet milk, like withered seedlings encountering long-awaited dew. I used all my strength to welcome everyone 's gifts and affection. Gushes of semen shot into my mouth, sprayed onto my face , and the entire living room was filled with a pungent, erotic smell and my wanton, excited howls. Behind me, someone was endlessly performing anal and vaginal fistjobs on me, making continuous "plop, plop" sounds. The others were already exhausted, lying on the sofa. I knew this sexual battle was nearing its end. 　　After they calmed down, the master commanded me to crawl down two meters in front of the sofa in the standard bitch position, my buttocks facing the sofa so they could see the words "dog slave" on my face. At this moment, my anus automatically opened. The master brought out a rubber tube with 5-centimeter-wide hooks at both ends. He passed it under my lower abdomen and inserted the hooks into my anus, then pulled it open to the sides. They started throwing ping-pong balls into my wide-open anus. However, after more than ten minutes and several attempts, only one or two balls occasionally went in. They would occasionally let out helpless laughter. The master spoke, "Moon Slave, I'm going to send you to an entertainment center to perform. I'll put you in a private room where guests will throw balls into your anus. It's 100 yuan for ten balls per group. Each successful throw is worth , and you have to give them oral sex for two minutes. And so on. When a guest throws in ten balls, it's a special prize: after the performance, he can have you for an hour to his heart's content. You must obey his every command. You probably really want that, haha, but lucky people aren't many." The master's words reminded me of that day at the entertainment center. Suddenly, my lips went dry, my heart raced, my blood surged, my cheeks burned, and lust surged within me. My anus began to spasm instinctively, the urge to defecate became acute, my anus opened even wider, and my eyes welled up with tears again.

The scene of sex from earlier flashed before my eyes again. My genitals began to react strongly once more.
I couldn't satisfy my wanton body; only the master's whip could offer me solace and
release me from the guilt at times like this. The master returned after seeing off the guests and said to me, "Moon Slave, in a few days I
'll take you to the hospital for a full routine checkup. Only a healthy body can allow a woman to perfectly pursue her
orgasms and pleasure. Before sending you to the entertainment center, I need to maintain your body's hunger and sexual sensitivity.
I won't give you any more pleasure; your longing tears have already shown your needs, but all that awaits you
is the whip and pain—that's another kind of enjoyment and pleasure for you." After saying this, the master led me to the bathroom
to clean my body, then locked my labia again. I was taken to the basement, made to kneel in the center, and awaited the master
's punishment.
Chapter Ten: The Joy of Paradise (Part One)
Author: Moon Slave Brand After the physical fitness test at the entertainment center, my master subjected me to over
two months of dog-slave training. These four of my master's friends were there to help him assess my training
progress. Another week passed, and I maintained my chastity. My master didn't have any sexual
intercourse , but whipping, enemas, and anal sex with my hands were daily rituals.
The severe whipping, with my hands suspended on my toes, always thrilled me. Without this, I couldn't sleep peacefully; my mind would be
restless and agitated. Was this a masochistic satisfaction or a quelling of sexual desire? I couldn't shake off this shameful, unspeakable, and sinful mentality that
others considered shameful.
That evening, as usual, my master gave me an enema, followed by fist-fucking. I longed for his favor,
for an orgasm, so I secretly touched his sacred member, the one I'd dreamed of day and night. At that
moment was severely reprimanded by my master: "You filthy bitch, I'll show you what a woman's ultimate orgasm is
! You'll have it, but not now. I'll show you the pleasure of going from hell to heaven, and then you'll never leave me
." Honestly, I didn't want to leave my master. I didn't know what I'd be like without him. I
fantasized about men every day, and even dreamt of being wet with lust. If I didn't have my master's control, I'd be even more insane than
a prostitute . But I still didn't fully understand his words. I was just thinking, what could make
a woman feel the pleasure of heaven?
After the cleaning was finished, my master led me to the living room. I immediately knelt down, prostrating myself on the ground in
the center , awaiting my master's command. At this moment, my master brought out a small, bowl-shaped, transparent oval cup
with a small spout at the bottom through which a rubber tube could be inserted. The other end of the rubber tube was a squeezeable air bladder. I didn't know
what it was for; it didn't look like a breast pump. I looked at my master in surprise. My master said, "I'll take you to play in a bit.
To prevent you from being disliked, I'll plug your wet hole to avoid a foul smell." Oh, before I could react
, my master had already walked behind me and unlocked the clasp on my labia. I trembled all over, my hair stood on end , a long-awaited psychological reaction, a longing to be touched, a surge of pleasure that arose spontaneously, intensifying
my lust .
My master gently patted my labia a few times from behind, and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out,
flowing into his palm. He grabbed my hair with one hand, tilted my head back, and told me to lick it clean
. I smelled the filthy, fishy odor of my own body, and the licking sensation was warm and slightly salty.
"Look how lewd you are, you come just from being touched like this. Put this on so you don't get my car
seat ." As he spoke, he began to attach the oval-shaped device to my vulva. It fit perfectly, as if it were specially
made for that part of a woman's body. He squeezed the air bladder, and the cup was deeply embedded in the fleshy creases on both sides of my labia,
sucking them completely into the cup. The four labial rings were tightly secured in the cup, buried
inside . He removed the rubber tube from the bottom of the cup and plugged the hole with bubble wrap.
After he gestured for me to stand up, my vulva felt very swollen, and the bud there, visible through the transparent cup, was already red and
starting to turn purple. I tried to move around a few times and could take small steps without much discomfort, but it felt like someone was pulling
my genitals outwards. My master told me to sit on a chair, but I couldn't sit up straight; my legs
had to be spread apart and stretched forward. "Very good Moon Slave, now you can start dressing up. Wear bright red lipstick on your lips,
and darken the color of your areolas and nipples, understand?" My master instructed me as he went to the bedroom to find my
clothes , and I went to the bathroom to put on makeup. After I finished, my master was very excited when he saw the color of my areolas, and then he used a breast pump to suck on
my nipples as well . This was a special device for modifying nipples, about the thickness of a syringe and a little over an inch long, which was used to deeply stretch and suck in both nipples. In the same way, my master used bubble gum to plug the air hole at the bottom. Everything was ready, and I walked to the dressing mirror. I started wearing the clothes my master had prepared for me. The top was a rose-red velvet batwing top with a V-neck in the front and back, exposing my shoulders and back in the back, and revealing a deep cleavage and half of my breast in the front. I wasn't wearing a bra, and my nipples were noticeably protruding and slightly trembling. The breast pump attached made my breasts appear even more erect and high. On my lower body, I wore only flesh-colored stockings and 8-inch black patent leather high heels. I had no underwear, and a black, stretchy mini-skirt barely covered my genitals. I could only walk with my body upright; if I bent over even slightly, my buttocks would be exposed, and my genitals would be completely revealed. The skirt was very narrow and tightly hugged my buttocks, causing my hips to sway greatly as I walked, the skirt bouncing back and forth, seemingly wanting to reveal more. 　　This attracted my master's gaze to my genitals, and he seemed quite satisfied with my attire. Then they removed my collar and put on a silver-white collar about the width of a thumb. It was very unique, fitting perfectly at the bottom of my neck, with a blue, multifaceted crystal embedded in the throat area, forming a cleverly concealed . Under the light, the collar shimmered with a dazzling silver light, and the blue crystal reflected an unusual brilliance, making my exposed breasts and protruding nipples appear exceptionally sexy and conspicuous. Looking at myself in the mirror, my bright red lips and watery eyes, gazing deeply with captivating charm, were incredibly alluring and mesmerizing. It was already 9 pm. My master put some tools in a bag and then took me away… 　　The car sped along the highway, oblivious to the beautiful night scenery on either side; my mind was only filled with a vague sense of…

The wonderful anticipation of reaching our destination... what exactly is this blissful happiness that makes a woman feel like she's in paradise? ...
As I was lost in thought, a tingling, itchy sensation kept spreading through my lower body
, as if all the blood in my body had rushed there. My buttocks twitched uncontrollably, like sitting on pins and needles. Suddenly, my master pulled on my nipple,
snapping me back to reality. I let out a soft "Ouch!" My master said, "Moon Slave, what are you thinking about? Answer
me." I asked my master, embarrassed, "Where are we now?" "We'll be there soon, you'll
find out in a moment, Moon Slave! Your master commands you, from this moment on, under no circumstances are you allowed
to speak, ask questions, or talk to anyone without your master's permission. You must obey all orders, understand?" "Yes,
Master!" Yue Nu understood, "Hmm! Very good!" My mind was even more confused. The car sped
along, my mind was in chaos, and a strange tension and fear arose in my heart. My whole body trembled
, my breathing became rapid, and I felt a heavy pressure in my chest. I couldn't help but think that something I had never experienced before
, something even worse than the last time at the entertainment center, was about to happen to me...
Chapter Ten: The Pleasure of Paradise (Part Two)
Author: Yue Nu Brand The more I thought about it, the more tense I became. The tingling and itching sensation in my lower body, as well as
the slight pain in my nipples, kept jumping and slowly spreading throughout my body. I subconsciously touched my
face with my hand and felt my face burning hot. My breath was hot, and my mind was filled with images of past lust. In an instant, my genitals
became extremely unbearable. My hand could only touch the vaginal suction device, which was hot and pressed against my labia. The surrounding area was itchy
and enveloped the yearning flesh. I longed to take it and soothe myself, but I couldn't do it without my master's
command . This kind of domination and endurance was something I had been honed through countless trials since becoming a slave, and I enjoyed the intense
pleasure and ultimate challenge it brought, reaching unimaginable, fierce climaxes. I deeply understood that my master
intentionally maintained my current mindset and mental state, and how could I betray his good intentions? My
breasts swayed up and down with the car's bumps, and the breast pump kept pulling at my nipples, stimulating my throbbing
sexual nerves. My master heard the faint, intermittent moans emanating from my nose. He knew I had entered
a state of arousal and desire.
I admire my master; he has a gentle and refined demeanor. I revere my master; he has a stern
and decisive . I worship my master; he has a magnanimous spirit. I submit to my master; he has extraordinary
intelligence and wisdom. I nestle against my master; he has the unwavering strength of a man. Today's trip must have
been meticulously planned by my master. Every word he said to me was carefully considered, never
superfluous, and only announced when my mood was right. Each word at each stage perfectly
aligns In my heart, my master is so great. His insight into my heart and mind is like
the headlights of a car, illuminating the road ahead in the darkness. My heart and mind are like my naked body before
him , even more open and transparent, without a trace of concealment.
The car stopped, and my master ordered me to get out. At that moment, his command snapped
the wings of my soaring thoughts. Getting out of the car, I looked around. It was a vast, empty courtyard, with scattered lights of tall buildings in the distance.
It seemed we were far from the city; the quiet night even silenced the car horns. Passing through the garden,
an apartment building came into view, resembling a large villa. The exterior walls were made of light blue
bricks , with a base over a meter high, and convex-faced imitation stone ceramic tiles. Upon entering the hall, the striking white, round
pillars were adorned with intricate bas-reliefs depicting eagles and cranes soaring about. Sofas and coffee tables lined both sides
, with a staircase to the left and a bar to the right. The hall, about 40-50 square meters, was decorated with rustic
root carvings and flowers. A large, solid double iron door, without a keyhole, suggested an electronic
control system, stood in the center. Huge oil paintings adorned the walls on either side of the door, depicting phoenixes soaring through the air and Western angels.
The ceiling featured a plaster ceiling and magnificent, oversized chandeliers. From the layout and decorations, I discerned a modern
, popular European style. I stood at the entrance, waiting for the host to process my paperwork at the bar,
admiring transformed space. At that moment, several more people entered. The men were
impeccably dressed, and the women were alluring and captivating. They passed by, nodding and smiling at me, to which I returned a slight
smile and nod. Then they sat on the sofa, staring at me. The man said something, while the woman
just nodded and smiled. I knew what they were saying about me. The host came over, led me upstairs, and
nodded to them. One of the men got up and went to the bar. I could tell the host didn't recognize them,
even though they didn't speak. However, from the guests' and host's demeanor, I noticed they were all very friendly
, polite, humble, and courteous.
Upstairs, a waiter opened the door for us. The room was 209. The waiter respectfully told the host
, "Sir! If you need anything, please press the indicator light." "Oh! Please bring the ingredients now.
The oil should be rose-scented, everything else unchanged. The maid will suffice." "Yes, sir, I understand." The waiter retreated and
left. The host led me into a suite, which had a double bed and a single bed. The master sat
on the sofa and ordered me, "Moon Slave! Take off all your clothes and kneel on the floor." I obeyed, kneeling
naked beside him. Just then, a waiter brought in a tray of what appeared to be cosmetics. The master
told him to put it on the low cabinet by the bed. As the waiter placed the items, he glanced at me, then
turned away in a panic and hurriedly left. The master checked his watch; it was 11 p.m. He said, "Moon Slave! Dinner
is still an hour away. I'll give you an oil massage
later. You have to be good today. To make your facial expressions look better, I won't put a gag on you. You can't shout and scream during your orgasm like you usually do; you can only
express . If you disobey my orders, I'll sew your mouth shut, understand?
" "Yes!" Moon Slave understood. As soon as I answered, the master slapped me hard across the face, then
slapped me on the other side as well. The two slaps made my face burn, and tears welled up in my eyes. "
Have you forgotten what I told you in the car? I haven't asked you to speak yet; you just need to nod." I ...I nodded. My master pulled me up, ordered me to lie on the double bed, and began to remove the breast pump and vaginal suction device.

For over two hours, I was bound by these vessels. My nipples were red, as if dripping blood, like large dates.
My master touched them, causing excruciating pain and itching, my chest swelling, my breathing becoming labored. My thick labia pouted, like
ripe peaches, glistening and dripping with juice. The labial rings on both sides were particularly conspicuous, gleaming with
a shimmering sheen of lustful fluid. Because my labia were swollen, my tight vagina held back the lustful fluid, preventing it from flowing
out smoothly. At this moment, I was standing in the center of the bedroom, letting my master's hands
caress honey-filled labia. Sensitive organs sent tinges of
pleasure into my brain, and the blood of desire surged violently throughout my body, constantly overriding my voluptuous appearance. My restless body
twisted incessantly, and I couldn't help but let out rough, nasal moans. My master then carried me to
the double bed. My body twisted and rolled; the bed felt like a scorching hot iron pot, and I was like an ant being fried in it,
enduring and struggling. My face, burning from the slaps, made my lips twitch, slightly parted. At this moment,
my master understood all my physical and psychological reactions perfectly. My words were superfluous;
perhaps this was one of the reasons why my master forbade me to speak.
My master spread rose-scented oil all over my body, filling the air with an alluring fragrance. My skin
appeared as white and tender as cream, reflecting a luminous sheen. This was the first time I had enjoyed a massage and oil application from my master,
and the first time I had used such a potent oil. My body felt hot and continuously aroused; my nipples
throbbed , my uterus contracted rhythmically, and my labia were glistening with lustful fluid. The uncontrollable desire in my heart burned ever
brighter. My master took a package from the tray brought by the waiter. Inside were two pale green, round,
transparent gauze sheets with a round hole in the middle, more than a foot in diameter, and adjustable in tightness. One was draped over my head
and neck, the edge just covering the lower edge of my breasts. Hidden clasps on both arms secured it under my armpits to prevent it
from swinging back and forth. The other was worn around my waist, loosely fitting my hip bones, the lower edge just covering
my buttocks . From the front, the top revealed my nipples, the bottom exposed my navel and covered my mons pubis, the lower edge of the gauze
just covering my genitals. From the back, I could see my soft waist and the cleft of my buttocks, the lower edge revealing
the upper . Then, they put on a pair of transparent plastic high heels. Next, the mistress took out a chain and fastened it to
the two clitoral rings above my labia. She then took a round, self-adhesive label and affixed it above my nipples; the yellow label had
a striking black "9" printed on it. After all the makeup was done, it was almost midnight. My master led me, by
the iron chain hanging from my clitoral ring, out the door to attend tonight's "night dinner"
—the bliss of paradise (Part 3).
In the corridor, I saw a woman dressed like me, wearing a collar and being led by
a man, gagged, with long strands of saliva hanging from her lips. I seemed to understand something; my body
throbbed with excitement, as if electrocuted. The waiter led us downstairs. The
large iron door that had been in the hall was now open, while the outer door was tightly closed, and all the windows were curtained.
Several men in sharp suits stood on either side of the door. People continued to enter;
the hall was already quite large. It looked ordinary, like a medium-sized conference room, over 100 square meters,
with a small platform at the front. The ceiling was adorned with a jumble of lights,
making as if it were daytime. A long table was placed in the center, laden with food: fruit, cakes,
side dishes, and drinks. All the chairs had been set up around the table, making the space seem quite large; people
had to stand to choose what they wanted. There was no noise, only
the faint whispers of men. All the women were silent. There were about a dozen women dressed like me, most
wearing collars and being led by others. A few, like me, were chained to their genitals and led by others. There were about
50 people in total. The women were all dressed very provocatively, exposing their breasts, wearing very short skirts, and some wore classic cheongsams
with high slits, almost revealing their buttocks when they walked—sexy and alluring. Women dressed like me were
the center of attention, attracting everyone's gaze and being the subject of their comments. They ate and
chatted, seemingly enjoying themselves immensely. My master led me around the table, picking out
what I wanted to eat, while chatting and laughing with the women and men around us. Someone flattered him, saying, "
Your slave is very good, she's so energetic. It seems you cherish her very much. There's no food prepared for her here,
do you want her to try some too?" My master laughed and said, "Hehe, I can't break the rules here. I
didn't gag her because she won't disobey my orders." "Hehe! Your slave is so obedient, you're
amazing ." I was led around the hall like this by my master, feeling the envious and
teasing gazes of others. Someone was secretly touching my buttocks and labia from behind. Constantly harassed by others,
I felt embarrassed and my face burned. The humiliating pleasure was like an electric shock, making my whole body go limp. I couldn't speak, so my master didn't
know, only focusing on eating. He continued to lead my lust-burning body around…
We stayed there for about an hour. Then, the host appeared on the stage and began speaking: "Distinguished guests
, good evening. Welcome to tonight's delightful evening party. I sincerely wish you all a pleasant and
beautiful night. The program is about to begin; please let the contestants enter first." My master led me onto the stage.
Women dressed like me had all gathered there with their respective masters.
A , revealing a staircase leading to a basement. We followed the host to
a T-shaped stage at the front of the basement. The basement was brightly lit, especially the stage; the lights stung my eyes
and brought tears to my eyes. We went behind the main stage curtain and lined up in a row according to our numbers—13 pairs in total.
The host then instructed the masters to remove the handcuffs, gags, and two pieces of clothing from the female slaves. The female slaves knelt
before their masters, legs shoulder-width apart, backs straight, arms wrapped behind their backs. This posture
forced stand high, and their buttocks to protrude. The masters then sat on chairs behind them. At this point, the host spoke again
, "Ladies and gentlemen! Your props have all been brought by the waiters and placed in the dressing room over there. Please
take them when you need them. Today's performance competition will select the top three winners, and those who don't make the cut will receive a commemorative prize. Anyone who violates the rules will be..."
"Disqualification and fines, did you all understand?" The arrangements were complete. The host stepped out from behind the curtain and
began announcing the performance. I could hear low, muffled noises and women's laughter outside.
Some of the female slaves around me were already letting out long, heavy breaths, seemingly sharing my feelings. My master was stroking
my buttocks from behind, a tension mixed with heightened lust. My heart was racing, the pounding of my heart
colliding with my burgeoning desire. My aroused uterus and vagina contracted and spasmed repeatedly. The yearning
was indescribable; I didn't know what I was waiting for. The shame I felt when I entered had faded, and I was no longer
concerned with what was happening around me. My vaginal fluids flowed like tears,
glistening on the smooth wooden floor beneath me.
The curtain opened, and the first performer had already climbed to the... She reached the front of the stage, entered
the center , crawled around once, and then started crawling back. She had come to be trained by her master. I saw that
both her anus and vagina had transparent plugs inserted. When she spread her legs and raised her buttocks on the stage, the red flesh inside—the intestinal wall and the uterus inside the vagina—was clearly visible through the transparent
plugs . Then, her master
put a collar and bracelet on her, leading her to the crowd at the top of the stage. He began to tell everyone that his bitch was 22
years old, capable of withstanding training, and skilled at it. He said this bitch had a large uterine core that could store a lot of semen.
He whipped her as he spoke . The female dog's buttocks and breasts. Then, preparations began to remove the
vaginal plug. A waiter brought a white, transparent plastic cup. The owner placed the cup on the female dog's
genitals, removed the plug, and a white, milky liquid began to flow from her vagina, gushing out continuously
. After a brief pause, the female dog began to masturbate, and another gush of fluid erupted, filling
the burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from below. Then, the female dog bowed to everyone. Next, her
owner removed the anal plug, attached a tail, and began whipping the female dog. The female dog's
buttocks , emitting lustful groans. The howling, the excitement reaching another climax, and another gush of vaginal fluid spurted from her, soaking a large area of
the stage . Next, he ordered the female dog to lie on her back on the stage with her legs spread, and used a speculum to
open her vagina. People could see the uterus trembling inside, and fluid still flowing from the cervix. Her owner
began injecting the fluid that had been in the cup earlier, tube after tube, into the female dog's uterus. Then,
the owner led her to the edge of the stage and ordered the audience to begin touching her body. At this point, some people
began to stroke her slightly protruding abdomen and labia, and her breasts were being squeezed and fondled. Her body
trembled incessantly, emitting moans of "Oh...oh..." The performance ended, and the host asked the audience
to press their scoring devices to begin giving scores.
Next up was the second performer. She had enormous breasts, each nipple adorned with a nipple ring
connected by a thin chain. Her clitoris also had a ring with a small bell. She walked
onto the stage with elegant, swaying steps. Standing at the very front, she spread her legs, touching her genitals
, her body swaying seductively. Her breasts, connected as one, moved up and down and side to side, and she emitted
lewd moans. A soft "Ah~~" sound rang out. She then turned back, kneeling beside her master and kowtowing, inviting him to the stage.
The master hung a bracelet on her clitoral ring, led her to the front of the T-shaped stage, and began introducing her: 20
years old, what kind of training she liked and what she was good at. He said his slave could bend backwards until her head rested on her feet, and then
performed for the crowd. The slave knelt on the ground, her legs spread a foot wide, her body arched backwards, her hands tightly gripping her ankles
to support her body, her head reaching her toes. Her mons pubis was high and protruding, like a large, white steamed bun,
gleaming brightly. Her breasts stood tall like two hills. Her master began to caress her labia and vagina,
the sounds of her fluids and the clear, melodious tinkling of bells during penetration... The female slave began to breathe heavily and
moan softly. Next, the master began deep-throating the slave. He
thrust a dildo in and out of her vagina a few times, then shoved the entire dildo into her mouth. The slave made gurgling sounds as she
gagged. Her breasts heaved rapidly, her lower abdomen convulsed, and her mons pubis swelled noticeably.
The audience watched intently as her lower body changed and the female slave experienced repeated orgasms.
After the performance, her master helped her up and bowed to the audience. The female slave smiled happily, tears
streaming down her face, drool dripping from her mouth, and a long trail of saliva running down her thighs. A burst of enthusiastic applause erupted 　from the audience. Author 　　: Moon Slave's Mark 　　The performance proceeded in a heated and boisterous atmosphere. A commotion erupted below the stage as the women, trapped like animals, allowed the men accompanying them to caress and grope their bodies. Their bare breasts rolled in the men's hands, their skirts billowed up to their waists, and murmured moans and teasing remarks constantly disturbed the audience. It was my turn My master ordered me to crawl out. My stiff body began to stretch, and I began on all fours, head held high , looking ahead, clumsily crawling towards the stage. At the top of the stage, I turned my head, raising my plump, pinkish- white buttocks towards the crowd below. After a brief pause, I slowly began to crawl back. My body was in a state of high arousal, my limbs weak and limp. As I crawled, my buttocks and breasts swayed wildly, and fluid from my labia dripped onto the polished floor, eliciting mocking laughter from the audience. Back with my master, I kowtowed, begging for my training. My master fastened the chain to the ring on my labia, holding a whip, and ordered me to rise. Seeing the difficulty of my crawling, my master gave me a chance . At this moment, I was once again moved by my master's mercy, and tears streamed down my face. I put my hands behind my back, clutching my wrists. Following my master's lead, I walked to the front of the stage. Then my master ordered me to kneel facing the audience, maintaining the posture from backstage. The chain on my labia was removed. I began to be introduced, "Moon Slave. 25 years old, a mature female body, but still..."

With the innocence of a young girl, eyes as clear as autumn water, she was pitiful and endearing. Her voluptuous figure was alluring and seductive. Her wide
buttocks and full breasts were features uncommon for women of this age. She could accept various forms of discipline; my Moon Slave could do everything you could see
above , and she was skilled in anal sex and fist sex. Her labia and vagina
were extremely sensitive, unique and unusual organs. Moon Slave's plump breasts were particularly alluring, overflowing with milk during orgasm.
Please look. Then the master ordered me to lie back, arms outstretched. At this moment, my genitals
were fully exposed to everyone's eyes, two large mounds of flesh pressing against my chest, swaying slowly. The master's whip
pounded on my mons pubis, constantly teasing my tightly closed vulva. The master said, "Moon Slave! You're a slut,
you can't even hold back for a moment? Want to orgasm? The master will help you orgasm now." "As the master
spoke, he continuously stroked the folds of my labia and teased the clitoral rings. His words and actions
were so stimulating that I couldn't bear it any longer. My body crumbled with desire, and a surge of heat rushed from my vulva, flowing into my
anus . Someone in the audience said, 'Excellent! This is the first time I've seen such a full, plump opening, like
a ripe peach. So much water! It'll feel amazing!' Hearing such teasing words, I felt
another surge of excitement, and even more water flowed. The people around me were passionate. I felt loved by so many people, and
my heart was filled with sweet happiness. Now, there was no shame, no sense of self; it felt like everything was happening in another
world. There was no hatred, no revenge. Men were filled with passionate love for women, and everyone was overflowing with fervent
love, warmly embracing the entire space. As a woman, wasn't this paradise? I was fully experiencing
this feeling. My exploding body craved men's caresses. Men were my life, the spark of the world.
Without them, there would be no women, and my life would be dark and lifeless." A woman rejoices for her confidant, a song is sung for her soulmate,
and I am proud of my confidant's master. I am proud of all the men who love me. I pray for peace among mankind, for
love to fill the world. Let us forever share the joy of heaven!
My master continued to gently knead my breasts, which were swollen with milk. The white milk, like lotus pods, burst forth, spraying high into
the air , dripping onto my entire body. A long, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience, with some
shouting, "Continue! Continue!" My nipples, like dates, were now even more vibrant red and swollen. My master lovingly
pressed them inward with his hand, and when he released them, they bounced out again. People laughed, and someone said, "Truly
exquisite !" "The master ordered me to get up and crawl down, signaling a waiter to bring a beer bottle filled with water.
He slowly inserted the bottom of the bottle into my anus. Because my anus was dilated and filled, the vaginal fluid was forced out,
and a warm stream flowed down my belly. Another wave of pleasurable sensation surged through me. With
the beer , half of the neck protruding, the master brandished a whip and struck my buttocks. I could only helplessly
turn back to the stage, trying to prevent the water from spilling out. The master bowed to the audience. A long,
thunderous .
After all the contestants had finished performing, the host announced the results. I was honored to be selected
as one of the top three . All the female slave contestants were awarded a platinum necklace, and then the rest left the stage. The top three each received a 5000
yuan red envelope. The host began to speak: 'Good morning, distinguished guests!'" Thank you all for coming. With your
support and encouragement, tonight's party is about to conclude successfully. To express our heartfelt appreciation for the contestants,
these three are now recognized as the most beautiful female slaves of the night. They will reward you with pleasure according to the schedule of the event.
Please enjoy them. Now, let's begin the activities. Please prepare to change.
(A round of enthusiastic applause erupts from the audience.) The men begin to enter the changing rooms on either side of the stage. My master tells
me that I am now handed over to the host, and I must treat the host as I would my master, obeying all orders.
Then my master also goes to the changing room. Only the eliminated female slaves and some female guests
remain seated on either side of the T-shaped stage. Three low, sturdy round tables have been set up on stage. The host instructs
the three of us to lie down on them, saying: "You can now release yourselves to your heart's content, satisfying each man who caresses you
. You can put the used condoms in the box under the table to test
your abilities." "After a while, the men emerged one after another. They were all dressed in identical black cloaks, their limbs completely
covered, their heads hooded, their faces unrecognizable, and each had a zipper at the groin, specifically designed for sexual intercourse.
They began to approach us. I stared wide-eyed at the approaching man. He gently squeezed my breasts with both hands,
forced my legs apart with his body, and thrust his burning-hot penis into my vagina. My eyes
welled up with tears of excitement, and I let out moans of pleasure. He attacked me fiercely, and soon I was weak and
powerless. My vagina felt like a dam had been opened, gushing out a torrent of lustful fluid. I contracted my vagina intensely,
wanting to swallow this long-awaited penis whole. In an instant, my lower body felt empty; he had already lost himself…
Then another one came up. My legs didn't even have time to close before I was violently thrust into again, and I
was sent to another frenzied peak of orgasm. *Splash!*" *Plop*... A muddy sound came from my lower body, constantly echoing in
my ears . My whole body was burning hot, every hair
on my body stood on end, and a tingling, numb sensation spread throughout. My lower body felt like it was on fire, a burning heat rushing from my lower abdomen to my head. My brain was spinning, as if I were falling into a swirling, empty sea of clouds. I had no chance to catch my breath; another fierce thrust followed . My
eyes were too weak to open, and I was breathing heavily, letting out moans and groans through my nose.
The ultimate climax, the indescribable pleasure, left me unsure whether to stop or
continue violently thrust into, one after another, each so wild and intense. The burning sensation in my vagina
felt as if my lower body was completely split in two, as if my intestines and urine were flowing out, my buttocks sliding back and forth on the table,
wet and sticky . I was now a lamb to the slaughter, sometimes
bombarded, sometimes slowly moved, sometimes tormented, sometimes reaching ecstatic heights.
My snow-white body, laid out on the table, exuded a wanton aura, softly responding to the powerful thrusts. The pleasure and
immeasurable satisfaction made me moan wantonly in a daze. These moans fueled my desire,
drawing the man's thrusts again and again. My mind was sometimes clear, sometimes confused, my labia and...
My vagina is now at an extremely sensitive peak. Only constant caressing and thrusting can calm my burning desire.
If it stops, it feels like countless ants are crawling inside, a tingling, unbearable itch. I really want to dig and
tear it open with my hands. When the man slows down, a frenzied urge to climax arises again. Finally, it's over. The man begins to
leave the stage. I get up weakly and use the hot towel the waiter brought to apply to my slightly throbbing lower body. My labia
are already bleeding. The muddy sounds are constantly in my ears. My whole body is burning hot, my hair stands on end, and a tingling itch spreads
throughout my body. My lower body also feels like it's on fire. A hot current from my lower abdomen rushes to my head. My brain is spinning,
like a cloud of smoke in the sky. I had no chance to catch my breath. Another fierce thrust came, my eyes too weak
to open, I gasped for breath, and moaned and groaned as I reached the peak of orgasm. The indescribable
pleasure made me unsure whether to stop or continue being violently thrust into, one after another, each one
so wild and intense. The burning sensation in my vagina felt like my lower body was completely split in two,
as if my intestines and urine were flowing out, my buttocks sliding back and forth on the table, wet and sticky. Now I
was a lamb to the slaughter, sometimes being bombarded, sometimes slowly moved, sometimes
tormented, sometimes reaching a climax. The snow-white flesh on the table, exuding a wanton aura,
limply cooperating with the strong thrusts, the pleasure and immeasurable satisfaction making me
moan wantonly in a daze. These moans fueled my desire, drawing repeated thrusts from the man. My mind
oscillated between clarity and confusion; my labia and vagina were at an extreme peak of sensitivity. Only
constant caressing and thrusting could soothe my burning desire. If he stopped, it felt as if
countless ants were crawling inside, a tingling, unbearable itch. I longed to tear it open with my hands. When the man slowed down, a frenzied climax would
erupt . Finally, it ended. The man began to withdraw. I rose weakly, applying
a hot towel brought by the waiter to my throbbing lower body. My labia were already bleeding.

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