My Family Has a Love Slave (1-3)

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Ah Jian put on oven mitts and took a glass from the microwave, which was more than half full of milk. He examined the glass
carefully , brought it to his nose and took a deep sniff, a satisfied smile appearing on his face. Then, he
picked up the coffee pot, poured the brewed coffee into the glass, and gently stirred the two
liquids , watching them quickly blend. The metal clinked against the glass, making a pleasant tinkling sound. Ah Jian took a small
sip, savoring the taste, and as if suddenly remembering something, he turned and walked to the veranda,
up to the third floor. Sunlight streamed in through the glass roof, warm and inviting. Ah Jian whistled softly.

A faint groan came from the left. Ah Jie took a few steps and turned into a spacious balcony.

The arched roof was made of stainless steel and large pieces of glass, with two colorful
chains hanging from the steel bridge. At one end of the room were some tools and a bed and stools. The colors, like the two chains, were purple
or blue, shimmering strangely in the warm sunlight. A large black and white
carpet covered the center of the room.

The groaning sound came from the bottom of one of the chains. From A-Jian's perspective, a body reflecting
the sunlight was suspended upside down at the end of the chain, its legs spread and fixed to the floor, its buttocks raised, its chin resting
on a frame, its arms pulled by the chain at a right angle to its back, unable to move. Breasts hung down,
connected to two tubes leading to a machine nearby. The snow-white skin reflected a soft glow in the sunlight.

A-Jiang glanced at the milk cup in her hand and gently walked over.

"Xiang'er, I'm here," A-Jian whispered in the ear of the naked body suspended upside down.

"Mmm... baby's here..." Xiang'er first furrowed her brows, then smiled slightly and
answered .

"It's been a bit long, hasn't it?"

"Hmm...it's okay, I like it."

Ah Jian touched his slender hand, which had turned red from being suspended by the leather cuffs at the bottom of the chain. It felt a little cold. He
rubbed her fingers and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm...it doesn't hurt," Xiang'er moved her fingers slightly.

Ah Jian held the cup in front of Xiang'er: "Smell it."

Xiang'er blushed when she saw the cup, her face turning red all the way to her ears. "You're bad..."

"Hehe, how am I bad?"

"Hmm...you're embarrassing me...you're bad."

"Who told you to be Xiang'er?" Ah Jian turned off the switch of the negative pressure suction device at the end of the tube.

"Ah..." Xiang'er groaned. Gently asking, "Is that enough?"

A-Jiang glanced at the bottle in the vacuum pump. "There's plenty, enough for both of us."

"Hmm... as long as it's enough for my darling."

A-Jian brought the milk cup to Xiang'er's lips. "Xiang'er, be good, drink it all."

Xiang'er looked at him softly with her dark eyes, lowered her long eyelashes, and obediently sipped, her cheeks
flushing again.

Halfway through, A-Jian took the cup away. "This is so sweet, you can't enjoy it all by yourself. The rest
is mine." He downed it in one gulp. "So fragrant!" He licked his lips.

A-Jian reached out and stroked Xiang'er's waterfall-like black hair, the way he held her up causing her shoulders to sag slightly.
He slid his fingers down her armpit, feeling a slight tremor where his fingers touched, the smooth, creamy
skin making him reluctant to stop. Xiang'er's breathing became a little uneven.

"So beautiful, Xiang'er. I like you like this, so gentle, obedient, and patient."

"I like it too, as long as Brother Jian likes it."

"Mm." A-Jian reached out and pulled out the two tubes that were attached to Xiang'er's nipples.

"Ah..." She couldn't help but groan with satisfaction because of the sudden pull.

A-Jian bent down and licked away the two drops of milk still clinging to Xiang'er's pink nipples with his tongue. He gently stroked
her . Xiang'er's breasts were beautiful, like two ripe peaches, full of
juice, and would release water if you pinched them hard. The pink nipples stood erect in the center like two strawberries, and
became even redder after being sucked by the suction devices. A-Jian couldn't help but increase the pressure of his fingers, and Xiang'er's panting gradually turned into
moans.

A-Jian bit down on Xiang'er's left breast, squeezing her left breast with both hands and sucking hard.

"Ah...mmm..." Xiang'er gasped softly, her breasts aching from being pinched, yet the sensation of her milk vessels being sucked open
was incredibly stimulating. "Baby...so good..."

A-Jian switched to her right breast, gently biting and sucking on her nipple, stimulating Xiang'er so much that she repeatedly
clenched and unclenched her slender hands, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. A-Jian was already fully erect. He
fiddled with a few times, then suddenly pinched them hard. "Ah!" Xiang'er couldn't help but cry out, knowing that A-Jian was about to stand
in front of her. Her heart pounded even faster.

A-Jian took off his sweatpants, then his white underwear,
revealing pointing directly at Xiang'er's lips.

Xiang'er's delicate nose caught a whiff of masculine energy, penetrating deep into her heart. Xiang'er obediently
opened her lips, and A-Jian gently thrust inside.

Xiang'er knew A-Jian's sensitive areas well, and her tongue gently rubbed and swirled at the junction of his glans and penis. A-Jian
enjoyed her wonderful licking and couldn't help but thrust his waist forward, his glans penetrating deep into Xiang'er's throat. Xiang'er felt a little blocked,
but after a moment, she continued to serve her precious A-Jian with her tongue and fragrant lips. Because her jaw was supported by a brace,
Xiang'er's mouth and throat were basically in a straight line, which made A-Jian's penetration unobstructed. Xiang'er's slender and graceful
waist and full buttocks began to slowly sway with A-Jian's thrusts. A-Jian stroked her snow-white
back and suddenly had an urge to pick up a whip.

(2)

He reached out and pinched Xiang'er's jawbone, then gently patted her cheek: "Xiang'er."

Xiang'er obediently stopped sucking and opened her lips.

A-Jian pulled out and rubbed his erect penis against Xiang'er's cheek, making her blush. He
lifted and gently stroked her nose with his index finger: "Good girl."

Turning around, A-Jian examined the neatly arranged tools and picked up a black leather whip.
"Whoosh!" He flicked it in the air, the sound of the wind cutting through it was quite pleasant.

He walked over, his left hand stroking Xiang'er's buttocks: "Xiang'er, stick it up."

"Okay." Xiang'er stood on tiptoe, her already protruding buttocks sticking up even more.

"Snap!" Before Xiang'er was ready, the first lash came.

"Ah..." Xiang'er cried out involuntarily, her feet landing on the ground.

"Stick it up." In the gentle voice... "
Okay." She stood on tiptoe again.

"Snap!"

"30." Xiang'er began to count. She always counted backwards, it had become a habit.

"Snap!"

"29."

...

Ah Jian's strength gradually increased, and red welts began to appear on Xiang'er's buttocks,
turning them into a patch of red, exceptionally beautiful against the backdrop of her surrounding snow-white skin.

"Snap!"

"10."

...

Xiang'er bit her lip with her teeth after each count. Her hands, dangling from the chain, gripped it tightly, every muscle
in her body tense. Although the pain was almost unbearable, she enjoyed it, a secret excitement stirring within her.
"It was A-Jian who whipped me." The thought filled Xiang'er with satisfaction; the pain in her buttocks transformed into a thrill.

"Snap!"

"O."

"So beautiful, so pink." A-Jian stopped, his hand gently caressing Xiang'er's beautiful buttocks.

"I like it." Xiang'er's buttocks burned from the whipping, stinging slightly under A-Jian's touch. Yet,
she loved A-Jian's hands; wherever his fingertips touched, waves of pleasure surged, far surpassing
the stimulation of the whip.

"I know, Xiang'er." A-Jian pinched Xiang'er's buttocks. Xiang'er lowered her tiptoes.

A-Jian didn't lower the whip. He walked to the side of the room, pressed a switch, and the chains suspending Xiang'er's arms
slowly descended.

Xiang'er straightened up, feeling a slight ache in her waist and pain in her shoulders. Her alluring pink buttocks, perched high,
constantly drew Ah Jian's gaze.

She straightened her back, her hands hanging behind her.

Ah Jian approached, using the handle of his whip to tease Xiang'er's nipples, watching them immediately harden and protrude.

He circled behind her, pulling the leather handcuffs on her wrists up to near her elbows, causing Xiang'er's chest to involuntarily
rise , making her already full breasts even more erect and alluring. Ah Jian grabbed Xiang'er's breasts from behind
and kneaded them, kneading until Xiang'er's breathing quickened and her face flushed crimson.

Ah Jian's movements suddenly slowed, his hands grasping the base of her breasts and gradually squeezing towards the nipples. After a few strokes, milk
was squeezed from the nipples and flowed onto his hands. He turned to face Xiang'er, raising his milk-stained hands
in front of her: "Xiang'er, look, what's this?" Then he reached down to Xiang'er's private parts, smearing the milk onto
her downy hair .

"Ready, Xiang'er?" Ah Jiang asked with a smile, noticing Xiang'er's shy avoidance of his gaze.

"Yes."

*Crack!* Before Xiang'er's words had even finished, A-Jian's whip had already struck her delicate breasts. Unlike
whipping each lash.

Xiang'er held her chest high, not daring to flinch. Occasionally, when the whip tip brushed her nipples, she would slightly
furrow her brow or let out a soft moan.

A-Jian knew that Xiang'er's breasts were one of her erogenous zones. Whipping this sensitive area was less
of torture for Xiang'er and more of a pleasure for her. Therefore, his hand was heavy, each lash landing on her sensitive
spots .

The whip tip drew irregular red lines on Xiang'er's snow-white breasts, and A-Jian carefully watched Xiang'er
's expression of enjoyment and shyness. He liked that Xiang'er endured his whipping, liked that Xiang'er enjoyed his whipping.

When there were hardly any more red marks left to draw on her breasts, A-Jian put down the whip. He
cupped her breasts, which were hot from engorgement, and gently made circles, lightly kneading them. He licked the two strawberries with his tongue,
put them in his mouth, sucked on them, and tasted them...

"Is it comfortable, Xiang'er?" he asked softly.

"Yes, it's very comfortable." Xiang'er replied.

"Want some?"

"...Yes."

A-Jian untied one of Xiang'er's feet, lifted it up and tied it to the chain binding Xiang'er's arm. He held Xiang'er's breast
with one hand and her buttocks with the other, stood to the side of Xiang'er, and bit her ear:
"Baby, I'm coming."

...

"Oh..." Xiang'er murmured, dripping wet, "Brother Jian..."

(3)

A spring night.

A full moon quietly slid up to the treetops. Moonlight shone through the French windows and light gauze, scattering a
carpet of flowers on the white bedroom floor.

A-Jian leaned against the large white pillow, the snow-white quilt half-covering his naked upper body. By the light of the
orange , he examined the picture frame in his hand. On it was a woman with her knees wrapped around his chest, her lips pursed,
and a happy smile on her face. "Xiang'er," he murmured unconsciously.

From the bathroom across the corridor, the sound of running water drifted in. Ah Jian glanced in that direction occasionally,
then returned his gaze to the photograph in his hand.

The water stopped. A soft rustling sound drifted over; Ah Jian put the photo frame back on the bedside table, his eyes fixed on the bathroom
.

Xiang'er's snow-white body was wrapped in a thin white silk scarf with a subtle floral pattern, one end tucked into her chest near
her armpit to prevent it from slipping. She walked barefoot on the thick wool carpet, almost silently. The thin
silk scarf beautifully showcased her mature curves, subtly revealing her intimate parts. That
feeling of wanting to conceal yet being shy was like the blush on a young girl's face, making Ah Jian secretly aroused under the covers.

"Brother Jian," Xiang'er called softly as she reached the bedroom door.

"Xiang'er's finished washing, can... come in?" She hesitated, unsure whether to walk in directly or
in a way Ah Jian preferred.

"Come here, baby."

Xiang'er obediently walked to the bedside. A-Jian flicked his finger, and the silk scarf
flowed down Xiang'er's body like water.

He examined her naked body, picked up two glasses of red wine from the bedside table: "Baby, have a little."

A-Jian downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, while Xiang'er only took a small sip.

"So beautiful, Xiang'er." A-Jian's fingers slid from Xiang'er's soft downy hair across her lower abdomen and stopped at her full
breasts . He drew two circles along her areolas, then pinched her erect nipples with his index and middle fingers
and pulled them forcefully towards the carpet.

"Tonight I want a milk meal."

"Mmm..." Xiang'er groaned from deep in her throat, stimulated. She obediently knelt down, on all fours,
like a docile mare.

A-Jian mounted Xiang'er's slender waist, grabbed the ropes he had prepared, and patted Xiang'er's
round, beautiful buttocks: "Come on, to the bathroom."

Xiang'er obediently crawled towards the bathroom. The friction of A-Jian's genitals against her back made her feel a little itchy. She knew A-Jian wasn't wearing
underwear , and she couldn't help but blush.

The corridor to the bathroom wasn't long, but once inside, Xiang'er was already drenched in sweat. Although A-Jian's feet were often on
the ground, Xiang'er was, after all, just a delicate woman. Her knees started to ache, and her wrists trembled slightly.

"Now, let's start from the beginning." A-Jian stepped into the bathtub, where Xiang'er had already filled it with water.

"Okay, Brother Jian.

" Xiang'er straightened up and knelt down at the end where A-Jian's head rested. "Brother, close your eyes."

A-Jian relaxed and closed his eyes.

Xiang'er cupped her high, firm breasts in her hands and began to push from the base of her breasts towards her nipples. Milk sprayed out and landed
on A-Jian's face, filling the air with its sweet scent. A-Jian took a deep breath. "That feels good."

When there was enough milk on A-Jian's face, Xiang'er pressed her breasts against his face. She gently
massaged his handsome face with her breasts, from his forehead and eyebrows to his cheeks, nose, ears, chin, throat, and neck,
not missing a single inch. She liked it; the stubble on his face occasionally pricked her nipples, a sensation she loved, a feeling
that went straight to her bones.

"Does it feel good?" Xiang'er asked softly.

"Mmm. Put it in my mouth."

Xiang'er put her nipple in A-Jian's mouth, and he suddenly bit her hard with his teeth, then began to suckle forcefully
. Xiang'er groaned, thrusting her chest higher, the sensation of her breasts flowing made her squeeze her legs together.

A-Jian released her other nipple, holding both breasts in his hands, the pink nipples
protruding even more from his sucking and biting: "Beautiful breasts. Continue, baby."

Saying this, A-Jian sat on the edge of the bathtub, his genitals proudly pointing at Xiang'er.

Xiang'er blushed, continuing to kneel and push her breasts, spraying milk onto A-Jian's penis. Lots
of breast milk splattered on his penis, a beautiful sight. Xiang'er gently rubbed it between her breasts, feeling
the temperature rise and the penis grow larger.

"Okay, baby, bring me the rope."

Xiang'er quickly held up the red cotton rope with both hands: "Here."

Then, she obediently turned around, her hands behind her back. A-Jian tied the rope around her elbows and tightened it,
binding her hands together. He turned Xiang'er around, kneading and pinching her even more prominent breasts for a while: "
Continue ."

"Okay."

Xiang'er used her bound hands to hold up the bottle of bath gel behind her back, finally managing to open the cap and squeeze the bath gel
into a glass dish. Her hands were already turning red.

She bent down, letting her breasts rub against the dish for a while. The nipples that A-Jian had bitten hardened from
the stimulation , a dull ache lingering. As the foam appeared, she began to rub her breasts all over A-Jian's body.

"Brother Jian's shoulders are so flat and broad."

"Brother Jian's back is an inverted triangle."

"Brother Jian... his butt is so firm."

"Brother Jian's chest is so muscular."

"Brother Jian's belly has no excess fat."

"Brother Jian's legs are so... sexy.

" "Brother Jian's arches are beautiful."

...

Xiang'er rubbed A-Jian's breasts while softly praising him. In her heart, Brother Jian was the embodiment of beauty.

"Alright, let's take a shower together." A-Jian said, grabbing Xiang'er's nipples and standing under the showerhead.

The water washed them both clean, and the rope behind Xiang'er tightened even more, her hands already turning
deep red .

"Back to the bedroom." A-Jian turned off the water, untied the rope on Xiang'er's arms, and twisted her nipples downwards
.

"Mmm, you naughty Brother Jian." Although Xiang'er said this, her body knelt on the ground like a mare.
Ah Jie straddled her and whipped Xiang'er's buttocks hard with the wet red rope he had untied: "Smack! Smack! Smack!"
Several red marks immediately appeared on Xiang'er's snow-white buttocks.

"You talk back, little darling."

Xiang'er finally managed to crawl to the edge of the bed, the rope marks on her wrists and arms were clearly visible, and her buttocks and knees felt a little hot.

Ah Jian picked up Xiang'er's wrist and kissed it, and Xiang'er's heart warmed: "Brother Jian is so good."

"Is that so?" Ah Jian chuckled: "Where are my foot pads?"

"Ah...you're bad!"

Although Xiang'er complained coquettishly, her body lay on the carpet, her breasts right under Ah Jian's feet, her full breasts
proudly heaving.

Ah Jian's two feet stepped on her breasts, one on each side, squeezing Xiang'er's nipples with his toes: "Comfortable,
soft and elastic. Good foot pads."

"Smack!" The red rope in Ah Jian's hand suddenly lashed out at Xiang'er's private parts. Xiang'er cried out.

"Come on up."

(To be continued) It's great to see a new article, but given the length of your article, there's no need to divide it into 3 sections. It's another story about training [the whole thing]. I don't feel anything. I like training in progress, so why can't I find women who willingly let themselves be trained? Looking at Xiang'er's submissive appearance, it gives me a desire to conquer and destroy. The article is a bit short, but this kind of novel that isn't particularly SM is okay. It's a light-hearted training story that's quite comfortable to read, with a warm feeling. Sweet milk! "Submissive slave, looking forward to updates, looking forward to updates, it's rare to see this kind of article, not bad, changing the flavor again, another new SM article, it's really not easy.

I also like the training process, the kind that starts with a docile but shy girl." I like the feeling of watching a girl being forced.

The content is relatively mild and looks quite pleasant, without any bloody or brutal elements. However,

being a mare would probably be difficult... I only kneeled for a short while, and even naked, my knees hurt a lot. With a big man on my back, my knees would probably be killing me. Posting this should be encouraged, but it's a bit subtle. Brothers, you should be more direct. Just go for it when you see a girl, don't waste time with this stuff, make her scream, don't touch her and she'll scream. The poster is really something! I envy the poster's good fortune with women. Next time, I'll invite my group members to go together!

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