(Repost) Xin'er Author: Xiao Qiu

Chapter 1

The French windows with white-painted wooden frames "Mmm..." I savored my master's words, chewing them over and over in my heart. I held his feet in my hands, calling
softly . I knelt respectfully beside his legs, displaying my most submissive posture, "...Master..."

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

His toes and my tongue touched in close proximity. The unique texture and taste spread through my nerves to my
mind. My oral mucosa secreted wet saliva, overflowing with the direct desire to taste, like a delicious
meal.

Slurp! Glug! Chirp! Glug!

The murmuring sounds of tasting, like the flow of a river, outlined notes in the continuous vocal lines, playing
the sweetest song.

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

I turned my head slightly and closed my eyes, avoiding my master's gaze. My hands continued their serving motions, still obediently licking, and I replied
shyly , "Master... please stop..."

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

"Look at me." He commanded with undiminished authority.

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

The sunlight behind me shone directly on my back. The hazy light and shadow made the man in front of me indistinct.
Whether it was my master's gaze or the heat of the sun, my body felt increasingly restless. It was as if a flame was
burning rapidly within me, unable to escape, buried beneath my skin, poised to erupt.

*Gurgle! Chirp! Whew! Glug!*

From my toes to the soles, my taste buds carried a faint salty flavor, and the masculine aura of a man. This was clearly a filthy act, yet I relished it, lingering with a deep fondness. Or perhaps it should be said that I couldn't bring myself to do such a degrading thing to any other man or woman
but my master . 　　Especially under his gaze, I licked even more vigorously, hoping for his praise. At the same time, a tingling, itchy sensation gathered in my genitals, as if condensing on my clitoris, swelling and becoming engorged with blood. 　　"Hoo-ha...ha...hoo..." The moist breath exhaled through my nose brought even more of the unique scent of my master's feet, like deadly addiction, rushing into my nasal cavity. 　　Instantly, my whole body trembled involuntarily. The forced contraction of the opening came from my honeyed cave. My buttocks, matured by my master , seemed to be invited, greedily and longingly seeking his affection. 　　"Master…" I pleaded, looking up. 　　*Snap!* 　　The book closed and was casually placed back on the coffee table. 　　Leaning forward, my master's right hand appeared before me. A light hook of his index finger—a seemingly simple action— made my body react even more strongly. My heart pounded wildly, resonating with the teasing of his finger. Saliva welled in my mouth, which I swallowed with a gulp. 　　"Xin Nu." His enchanting words echoed in my ears, the command I had long awaited: " Raise your head, expose your neck." 　　"Yes, Master." 　　I obediently tied my hair up; this was my master's most basic requirement. Firstly, he liked my neck, its delicate whiteness . Secondly, he was afraid that my long hair, reaching my back, might get into my airway during training, causing unnecessary suffocation. 　　Simple yet thoughtful rules moved me deeply. 　　Then, the master on the sofa took out the collar he had meticulously made for me. It was about the thickness of my middle finger, made of red woven leather, with a small metal tag hanging at the front, engraved with 　　the four simple characters : 　　"Slave Xin'er." The words were full of symbolic meaning. Every time I saw those words, I felt as if my soul was being ripped away. My solidified personality was stripped away, projected into the body of my master's exclusive sex slave. In this world where it was just the two of us, he was my only one. 　　"Huff...huff..." My breathing became instinctively rapid. 　　The master asked, "Whose collar is this?" 　　"It's...Xin'er..." I quickly corrected myself, saying shyly, "...No, it's Xin'er's..." 　　"Correct answer, good slave." 　　As the collar drew closer, the pain of my soul being torn apart became more pronounced. Specifically, it felt as if my moral compass had been stripped away, leaving only my wanton self. Especially the moment the collar's chains loosened and fastened around my neck, a wave of overwhelming shame shackled me, a torrent of memories surging from my consciousness, reminding of my slave status before my master. 　　Completely unreserved, at his mercy. 　　Crack! 　　The collar tightened, and my pounding heart gradually calmed. Blood rushed through my veins, flowing to its destinations, converging on my earlobes, neck, nipples, navel, back, buttocks, toes, even my master's beloved cunt, clitoris, and anus. 　　My veins throbbed, desperately yearning for more favor. 　　"Go, Xin Nu," my master commanded, rising. "To the room." 　　"Yes, Master." 　　One after the other, one walking, one crawling. I followed closely behind my master, half a meter behind, like a loyal bitch, not daring to overstep. My breathing softened, my body swaying from side to side with my limbs, especially my buttocks, reveling in my shameless , wanton state. 　　We walked through the corridor, heading inwards. After passing the first resting room, we arrived at our most frequent training room . 　　Throughout the entire process, we didn't exchange a single word. However, that subtle yet palpable aura constantly enveloped me. Needless to say, I, captivated by this sensation, unknowingly became overwhelmed with desire, my genitals becoming wet and sticky . 　　*Thump!* 　　The door slammed shut. 　　Entering the room, I realized the master's tools had been prepared beforehand. Suddenly, a chill ran through my brain, and my body...

I trembled. It wasn't the cold weather, but the equipment inside that terrified me.

A huge wooden-framed full-length mirror, opposite which was a black iron cage shaped like a human, designed according to my body shape.

I was on all fours in a doggy-style position, tightly bound by the woven iron cage without any gaps. The neck area,
while still allowing free movement
of the head, had a gag resembling a dog bone, the purpose of which is self-evident. The breast and buttock areas were designed with openings, fitting snugly against my skin and also distributing my center of gravity. There were also two holes in the buttocks, facilitating the
insertion and removal of various sex toys.

...Ugh... Why is it this torture device again today?!

The memory of "enjoying" this thing last time slowly surfaced in my mind. Fragmented memories
splashed along with my thoughts, the dizziness from being almost completely worn out, and the endless orgasms—it was truly
indescribable. And today, there was also a huge mirror, clearly meant to make me indulge in
debauchery .

The thought of what was to come made my body instinctively contract and secrete fluids, accompanied by an unbearable itch,
actively lubricating my sensitive passages in preparation for any eventuality.

"Master..." I stammered, pleading, "...Please, don't..."

"Hmm?" My master took a brown leather riding crop from the wall and coldly asked, "You have a problem with that?"

He flicked the tip of the crop, sending ripples through the air. Dressed in a black suit and white shirt, holding the riding crop, my master
exuded a sadistic aura, yet remained impeccably composed.

"No, Master." I instantly curled up, bowing my head and prostrating myself on the ground.

Then, the tip of the crop pressed against my cheek, the cold leather rubbing against me intensifying my fear
. I was terrified that my master would slap me hard across the face the next second.

...The excruciating pain of being whipped was something I would never forget.

"Raise your head." The whip forcefully pulled my chin up.

By then, my eyes were already brimming with tears. Even though nothing had started, I was already crying in fear. Yet,
the slave nature within my soul betrayed my reason; I kept inhaling the scent of leather, both terrified and anticipating
my master's whipping.

"Master…please don't…" I pleaded softly.

*Smack!*

Without another word, intense pain surged through every nerve, making me see stars. And my uncooperative
body, in the agony, even lost control of its bladder. I clearly felt that as my cheek was slapped, several drops of urine
uncontrollably .

"Ugh!" I cried out.

Warm liquid drenched my inner thighs. Immediately, a slippery, pungent scent
wafted through the air.

Oh my god! It was so shameful…

Then, the whip returned to my chin. My master's expression remained unchanged; his pupils behind his glasses
held a mixture his characteristic gentleness and sternness. His steady right hand, without hesitation, gripped the whip firmly,
and he said, "Go into the cage, move!"

My heart skipped a beat as the command was given.

I must say, the word "move" was always the keyword I dreaded hearing from my master. It
created an indescribable sense of oppression, forcing my actions to obey his demands.

"Ugh…" I wanted to resist one last time, but my body wouldn't obey.

Right hand, left foot, left hand, right foot—the rhythmic movement guided my steps, resignedly leading me into
my dog cage. Restrained, confined, my space rapidly diminished, my limbs forced into a bent position, my elbows and knees
supporting my weight—it was incredibly uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the other supports in the cage distributed my weight.

*Click!

* The sound of the cage locking declared my freedom, stripped away by my owner.

"Huff...huff...huff...huff huff huff..."

I gasped for breath, my heart pounding. The mirror in front of me reflected
my naked body without reservation. The dark iron mesh, my milky-white skin, my lewd and wanton self, my flushed face and hazy
, seductive eyes exuding an alluring attraction.

Yet, my unseen private parts were overflowing with even more fluid, driven by intense shame, increasingly resembling the nature of
a sex slave , permeating every cell.

At that moment, I wanted to close my eyes, to escape this shameful scene. Unexpectedly, my owner, already aware of my
mischievousness , instructed, "Chew on the bone and observe yourself carefully."

"Ugh..."

I hesitated, pleading, half-heartedly resisting. But immediately, I received my punishment.

*Smack! Smack!*

Two sharp, swift strikes cut through the air, landing precisely on my buttocks. A burning,
numbing sensation accompanied my painful screams:

"Ahhh!"

Not even a shred of resistance was given to me; this was my master during training—decisive and cruel.

"Xin Nu." The whip traced the marks, making me tremble uncontrollably, fearing that it might
ignite the very genes within my cells, unleashing a dazzling display of passion.

"Gurgle… um…" My eyes widened, unable to utter a sound.

Then, my master began thrusting the dildo in and out of my anus, creating a series of
lewd and shameless sounds.

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

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

"Xin Nu, can't hold back anymore?" Another fierce thrust.

"Oh..." My mind was blurry. My

violently trembling body betrayed my impending climax. Only my master's manipulation
could anal orgasm. Just a little more stimulation was needed to reach the peak I'd been dreaming of.

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

"Hehe, then I'll give you an orgasm." My master smiled with satisfaction, reveling in my pleas.

In an instant, it felt like I was in paradise, incomparably blissful. His sweet smile made me
lose my , and I didn't notice my surroundings.

*Crack!*

A sudden, unexpected whip struck my clitoris with pinpoint accuracy. The master in the mirror smiled with
a . Following the whipping came a relentless assault on my anus.

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

The shock… the dizziness… like the last straw that broke the camel's back, my nearly bursting
erection was released in a moment of excruciating pain—

orgasm!

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

And now, it was time to enjoy the fruits of his labor, leaving me in a daze of masochistic pleasure, my vision gradually
blurring , losing consciousness…

If I could, I desperately wanted to be utterly wanton under my master's training until he was satisfied. In fact,
my sensitive body lacked the mental fortitude and stamina for such intense pleasure. Often,
I would collapse .

Before the full-length mirror, in the dog cage, this shameless female animal, amidst my master's whipping of my clitoris, would reach
the pinnacle of orgasm. Then, my special dildo would be inserted into both my cunt and anus simultaneously, and with alternating, continuous piston-like
movements, I would repeatedly succumb to lust, gushing endless streams of vaginal fluid until I completely lost control of my body.

I don't know how much time passed, but a comfortable feeling spread throughout my body. Warm and cozy, like soaking in a hot tub, all
my pores open, floating in this carefree space. Then, steady sounds filled my ears, resonating
like vibrations.

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

In a daze, I slowly awoke. Completely naked, I lay on my side on my master's lower abdomen, my hair scattered
, rising and falling gently with his breath and heartbeat.
His left arm was around my shoulder, his fingers slowly stroking my hair, a satisfied happiness enveloping me.
Then , a piercing pain shot through my body, like popcorn bursting in my joints.

"Ouch..." I groaned in pain.

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

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

"Was it good, Xin'er?" My master lowered his head, smiling with narrowed eyes.

Immediately, I felt a surge of grievance, my nose stung, and tears streamed down my face. I don't know
why I feel sad. Maybe it's because I've only been focused on my own pleasure and haven't made my master feel the same way.
Throughout our time together, I've always felt I haven't given my master an equal return.

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

"No, Master," I quickly replied.

My enslaved nature, branded on my soul, prevented me from ignoring his words and actions. I quickly raised my head,
looking my master, begging for his forgiveness.

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

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

Strange? Where was it coming from?

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

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

The camera panned to the back, revealing a pair of bright red buttocks, restrained by a dark iron cage. Two dildos of
different sizes took turns penetrating the vagina and anus. The rhythmic thrusting sounds were delightful, and abundant
love juice gushed out—another captivating scene.

My face flushed crimson, and the woman's identity flashed through my mind…

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

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

"Don't you like admiring your own slutty self?" Master grinned wickedly.

"No, Master!" I was so ashamed my ears were red. "Please have mercy on me..."

This blissful feeling was my favorite time during Master's discipline. Being able to lie safely in his
arms, indulging in playful teasing like a child.

However... even sweet moments have their end.

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

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

"Okay."

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