Happy Theater Author: Unknown

Word Count: 10478

I. The Glass is Transparent

It's strange how people always have all sorts of strange thoughts, like this sentence, which has surfaced in my mind many times. Yes, the glass is transparent, so I can see the outside world, and people in the world can see me in the shop window. I'm here every night, and the outside world has never changed; it's still brightly lit, proud and beautiful like a mature woman, while the well-dressed people below seem insignificant. The headlights of cars from prestigious families, with their unusually bright eyes, carry their owners to places seeking pleasure.

Of course, let me explain: if your wallet is really bulging, and you happen to have plenty of time—no, even if you have neither money nor time, it would be a pity not to come and see.

The lewd desires contained within the transparent, sealed little room are enough to arouse the audience's lust in an instant. Tonight, a steel pillar, more than half a person's height and as thick as a child's arm, stands in the center of the shop window, its lower end fixed to the ground, its upper end deeply penetrating my little hole. Stimulating my sensitive body to an unimaginable depth. I writhed uncontrollably, but the height of the pillar meant I could only touch the ground with my toes, maintaining a high level of tension both physically and mentally.

There was nothing around me to grip; my hands were handcuffed behind my back, connected to a collar around my neck by a short chain, forcing me to arch my chest slightly backward, intensifying my descent. To make matters worse, the aphrodisiac lubricant in my vagina made the steel pillar inside me incredibly slippery, filling every cell in my body with restless desire. The vibrator inserted before the steel pillar was inside me throbbed violently, amplifying the restlessness tenfold. My naked, hairless genitals, bound by three metal rings, trembled with desire, causing the bells on the glans to jingle. A metal rod was inserted into my urethra, connected to my nipples by a thin silver chain, and another to the lower end of the steel pillar. If I lost consciousness due to exhaustion or excessive exertion, the metal on the pillar would simultaneously electrify, reminding me to stay awake. And so, an indescribable, overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed me, making me tremble with joy from head to toe.

Everyone outside the glass, without exception, looked at my lewd posture with disdain, arousing a sadistic desire within them. Realizing this, my pleasure reached its peak. Enjoying the extreme humiliation of being exposed to the public, I wished dawn would never come.

II. The Sun Rises Every Day

The sun rises every day, so darkness always retreats back into darkness. The theater waiter lowered the floor-length satin curtain, blocking the still-ambiguous morning light. The chain connecting me to the steel pillar was untied, and the prop that had brought me a night of pleasure was slowly withdrawn from my body and sunk into the ground, hidden by the mirror-like floor, leaving no trace. The sudden emptiness was unbearable for my lewd body, so I let out an unsatisfied groan from my gag-filled mouth, raising my buttocks high and swaying them. "What a slut!" A whip lashed out, leaving a bright red welt on my snow-white buttocks, venting his frustration at being aroused yet unable to touch me. Then a thick dildo was shoved into my throbbing, eager vagina, the vibration turned to maximum. "Dog, let's go," the waiter said, fastening the leash to my collar and leading me, still ecstatic, towards the classroom.

According to theater rules, except in permitted special circumstances, sex slaves cannot walk upright like humans; they can only crawl in the most humiliating position, like me, with their buttocks raised and thighs spread at least sixty degrees.

The malicious waiter deliberately walked very fast, forcing me to crawl on my knees. Stimulated by desire, I couldn't keep up, feeling suffocated and my already dwindling strength dwindling further. Before I knew it, my upper body was raised. Just as I was relieved to be spared the strangulation, I was suddenly horrified to find the person in front of me had stopped, his smug gaze fixed on me before I could react. A chill crept in, cooling my burning desire somewhat. Seeing me kneel on the ground, my buttocks raised, the attendant's hot whip lashed out. According to the rules, I was to receive ten lashes on the spot. How shameful! How could I do something so unbecoming of a sex slave? The specially trained attendant intentionally displayed his skill, serving as a warning to the other equally exhausted sex slaves. The powerful whips fell heavily on my vulva, my swollen, purple penis, my tender inner thighs, and even my perineum. The pain almost made me cry out, but thankfully, my remaining reason suppressed it, replacing it with gentle, submissive whimpers.
Only then did the attendant finish the ten lashes with satisfaction.

Covered in pain, I meticulously crawled back to my private classroom (for ease of management, each sex slave had their own small room to receive training during the 24 hours when the teacher was not present). The teacher was already waiting there, listening to the attendant's report, offering both anger and praise. But I knew I wouldn't escape any punishment.

The instructors (later renamed masters, who, like the guests, enjoyed supreme authority over the sex slaves) never told me the details of the punishment, keeping me in a state of fear and anticipation.

"How will my master punish me? The harsher the better," I thought to myself. For us lowly creatures, punishment was always the greatest favor, and any favor from the master had to be accepted wholeheartedly. The master removed my gag; it was feeding time. "Please give me dog milk, master," I said in the most respectful tone. After receiving permission, I crawled under my master, unzipped his pants, and took his limp penis into my mouth, savoring it carefully. The huge penis immediately became thick and hard, and I couldn't help but feel intoxicated. The desire that had subsided earlier returned, and my whole body flushed with lust. Using all my skills, about five minutes later, my master's semen gushed into my mouth, and I quickly swallowed it all without spilling a drop. Receiving my master's approving gaze, my lower body throbbed even more painfully.

III. The Most Lewd and Pleasurable Punishment

Next came a bowl of clear water and a plate of dark, gooey stuff—my rations for the day, containing comprehensive nutrition and a potent aphrodisiac that lasted 24 hours. Gratefully, I licked it clean as quickly as possible, then crawled to the enema equipment mounted on the wall, raising my buttocks almost vertically to the ground, ready to be cleaned. My master pulled the dildo out of my vagina, removed the vibrator that was inserted deep inside, and then effortlessly inserted the two-foot-long tube into my gaping hole. Without my master's prompting, I naturally forced the warm water into my body, and soon my stomach swelled like a woman ten months pregnant. My master showed no sign of stopping; the intense urge to defecate, accompanied by pleasure, pushed me to my limit.

"Master…don't stop…dog…so good…die dog…" I cried out joyfully, but my body dared not move an inch, my anus taut to prevent a single drop of water from leaking out.

Of course, the merciful master wouldn't let me die, stopping the flow of water before my stomach burst. The soft tube, deeply inserted into my anus, was slowly withdrawn without a single drop of water leaking out—the result of my hard practice. To test my endurance, my master ordered me to crawl around the room in five minutes. Although the room was only twenty square meters, this task was still too daunting for me. But I love pushing my limits, and besides, my master's orders must be obeyed.

So, ignoring the almost insane pain in my body, I took my first step. My experience allowed me to maintain the perfect posture: legs spread as wide as possible, buttocks raised high, shoulders on the ground, chest pushed back, forming an upward-facing container to use gravity to prevent water from leaking out. Even so, the slowest movement brought the most unbearable pain. My heavy belly and the swaying water stimulated my stretched intestines, and the taut chain connecting my nipples and urethra, stretched taut by my swollen belly, caused my wanton body unbearable agony.
I had already used up two-thirds of the time to cover only half the distance, large beads of sweat rolling down my body. If it weren't for my master's watchful gaze, I would have collapsed at any moment.

No, I couldn't take it anymore. Let my master punish me however he wanted; the water in my anus was about to gush out.
"Hold on, you useless thing!" An absolute authority stopped the disaster. "Yes, ma'am!"

I sped up, better enjoying the extreme pleasure and pain, the center of my surging desire throbbing uncontrollably. The water dripped onto the floor, mixing indistinguishably with the rain of sweat.

I crawled back to the starting point, and my owner pulled on the leash, making me sit on a graduated transparent plastic bucket. The slightly murky water rushed out. A feather-light, pleasurable sensation spread throughout my body, so comfortable that my toes curled up. "Three thousand four milliliters, good progress," my owner said with a hint of approval. After rinsing off the sweat, my body was dried and carefully coated with an ointment: it would gradually make my skin as smooth, white, and sensitive as a virgin's inner thighs. You can touch me if you don't believe me.

IV. Passionate and Fulfilling Sleep.

Lack of sleep is the enemy of beauty, so I get eight hours of sleep every day, four hours in the morning and four hours in the afternoon. As the medication was absorbed, my owner applied a long-lasting, potent aphrodisiac to my nipples, penis, scrotum, perineum, and inner thighs. Then, using a specially made hollow tube that dispensed the ointment from the tip, he inserted the aphrodisiac into every part of my anus. I happily responded, letting it penetrate to the deepest point. The metal rod in my urethra was carefully pulled out, thickly coated with semen. When it was reinserted, a lot of ointment overflowed from the glans, forcing my master to wipe it away. A seductive moan escaped my throat.

A large, dildo-shaped gag was inserted deep into my throat, the strap fastened behind my head. This ensured my filled mouth wouldn't leak any sound, not even a groan. A black leather gag completely covered my head, leaving only two small holes for my nostrils, creating perfect darkness in the brightly lit room.

I crawled to my sleeping spot, kneeling in two recesses a meter apart. My knees and ankles were secured with steel rings, my waist was fastened to a steel brace 50 centimeters off the ground, and my neck was fixed 10 centimeters off the ground, supported by a thick, sponge-covered brace. This brace had a perforated notch at the front, perfectly fitting my face, while my hands, on the collar, were fastened to steel rings extending from the side. Fixed like this, my legs spread at a 90-degree angle, my buttocks perpendicular to the ground, my chest thrust forward, my waist bent downward, the only things that could move were my trembling penis and my contracted anus. Seeing my impatient look, my master finally inserted my favorite treasure, penetrating deep inside me with only the power cord sticking out. This treasure was a specially made vibrator, as thick as a chubby child's arm, quite long, covered with cute thorn-like protrusions, swelling my greedy anus to a pleasurable degree, penetrating so deeply that I had the illusion of it being pushed to my throat. And unlike ordinary junk, it was very soft and incredibly elastic, ten times more flexible than a real penis. The only drawback was that it had to be powered by a fixed source, so I couldn't wear it all the time, but its power was incomparable to battery-operated toys.

After turning it on, my master left the room, leaving me alone to sleep. In the darkness, the thing in my anus quickly began to vibrate and twist violently, the lewd juices flowing down my buttocks, my body, still filled with desire, felt like it was in a steamer, my penis, bound for more than a day, unable to be released.

The powerful, fast-acting, high-voltage current-like force...

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