Complete Collection of Works by Perfect Empress Lonely Demon (Author: Perfect Empress Lonely Demon)

Word Count: 37991

My Original Work – I Am the Perfect Queen I've

been a queen for five or six years now, and many things have come from experience. Two years ago, I was too afraid to admit my inclinations. I remember that day, I had a fight with my boyfriend. He pinned me down on the bed, trying to subdue me, but I, not to be outdone, rolled over and pinned him down. It wasn't a real fight; we were just playfully fighting. I stripped him naked and whipped him with his belt. He yelled and covered himself with the blanket. I found I really enjoyed this feeling. I was excited, laughing as I pulled the blanket away until he begged for mercy. I still refused to let go of the belt, feeling a sense of accomplishment looking at his skin covered in bloody welts. He laughed and said I was a pervert with sadistic tendencies. I domineeringly asked him if he liked it, and he laughed and said it was exciting, he liked it. Eventually, he became my first "dog," but because of his possessiveness and my dissatisfaction with just a dog, we broke up. Occasionally, he would call me, asking me to give him another chance to train him, but I refused. This occasional pleading turned into frequent pleas, which I still refused. He said he had no interest in any other woman, only me. Because of him, I became the queen. And I truly experienced satisfaction and pleasure.

Actually, before he became my doggy, he wasn't my boyfriend in the true sense. I had many male friends, and he was just one of my suitors. After an unpleasant experience, I became very averse to having sex with men. That night, our argument was because he wanted to possess me. After forcing me into bed, he whipped me with a belt, ultimately making me the doggy who brought me pleasure. I became the queen because I enjoyed the feeling of conquest, having everything at my feet.
As I had more doggy, I gradually realized that I used to selfishly pursue my own pleasure. Later, I started to care about my doggy. I enjoyed communicating and interacting with them because knowing their thoughts and understanding their ideas allowed me to maximize my enjoyment in the game. Many doggy said I was a good queen when they first chatted with me, saying I wasn't fierce. I said, "Why should I be fierce to you? We're not in a game now. The master-slave relationship is in our hearts; that's an undeniable fact, an insurmountable relationship." Of course, in the game, I am a strict queen, very strict. And at this moment, I will communicate with you calmly and peacefully. Because I need your genuine acceptance so that I can completely conquer you during the game. Only then can we both truly enjoy ourselves.

To be honest, I don't like training newbies because they don't understand the true meaning of the game. Many newbies are just seeking thrills, novelty, or following trends—it's just a few hundred dollars! Wrong. I wouldn't train such people for any amount of money. What such people seek can be satisfied by a prostitute; why go through all the trouble of finding a queen? Sometimes I speak very directly, asking them pointed questions, which might offend them, but I can quickly and effectively distinguish between truth and falsehood. I'm looking for someone who likes me and likes being a submissive.

Some people think SM is perverted, and that's a thought I had before I convinced myself, so I didn't dare to admit it. But that's not true. Now I don't think it's anything special. It's a hobby. In this world, some people are obsessed with the smell of women's stockings, some people orgasm immediately when they realize someone is watching them have sex, some people like the burning sensation of a cold leather whip hitting their skin while their genitals rub against cold silk, some people like the pain of a woman's high heels stepping on their penis, some people like to pretend to be a docile dog, a lowly slave, some people fantasize about being a queen, wearing a gorgeous black dress, supreme... Just like different strokes for different folks, everyone has different tastes. It's just that the group with this hobby is smaller. Does that mean that the minority is perverted? Geniuses are also a minority, so are they also perverted?
Although I don't enjoy training newcomers, it's difficult to find suitable submissives. I've noticed a drawback: many unprofessional submissives train a certain type of submissive. This is because many lack the necessary skills and train submissives or foot slaves for other purposes, ultimately distorting the true meaning and enjoyment of SM. Instead of leaving the submissives with pleasure, they leave them with the realization that training is violence. This makes some people with fetishes unwilling to seek out a submissive, preferring to buy stockings for masturbation or suppress their desires and avoid SM altogether.
In reality, training tools are only supplementary; psychological control is more important. Therefore, SM requires skill.

My original work—Xiao Li's job transfer will make her master miss her

. Xiao Li is a submissive I've chatted with online for a long time.

Once, my wallet was stolen on the street. Not only was there no cash, but my ID card, bank cards, and an important company document were all inside. Penniless, I stood on the roadside, wearing high heels that day.
Very high stiletto boots.

Standing by the roadside, my feet were freezing and aching. I called my four slaves, but to no avail.

I was heartbroken because the first call was to the first slave I was supposed to train for free.

I reluctantly accepted him,

but he said he was online. He told me, "So what if you're lost? Go home." I scoffed.

Hadn't I made it clear I was penniless?

A self-deprecating laugh.

Finally, I tried calling Xiao Li. He quickly came to pick me up. It was our first meeting, and as soon as I got in the car, he immediately started massaging and warming my feet.

The driver didn't turn around, just glanced at my feet and

complimented my shoes.

Back home, I felt incredibly miserable,

yet utterly pitiful.

Xiao Li cooked chicken soup at home, made me chicken noodle soup, and even called to report my card lost—I couldn't get a replacement without my ID.

Waiting.

I was touched.

For the next two days, Xiao Li would inquire about his master's well-being.

Fortunately, although it was before the New Year, no one was seeking BDSM training from their master. Since I lived in the city, I went home and asked my parents.
At that moment, I truly understood the importance of self-interest. When even basic needs like food and clothing are a problem, what's the point of talking about hobbies? From then on, I canceled the free training for my struggling slave.

Xiao Li was practically my second-hand slave.

He would often come to serve me ,

cleaning my room.

He was also the only slave who had ever bathed me and scrubbed my back.

We had a master-slave relationship, a true master-slave relationship.

An indelible master-slave relationship defined forever in my heart.

Only occasionally, in special circumstances, would I pretend to be a friend or sister.

His girlfriend would get jealous and ask him who I was.

He would say I was his sister.

The three of us became very special friends.

We didn't, and I didn't like to, deliberately define our hobbies as SM in life.
Instead, we naturally incorporated SM into our lives.

I would always encourage his girlfriend to bully him, and we would team up to tease him.

His girlfriend, however, didn't know what SM was.

When I was having a private chat with his girlfriend, I told her that women's feet are very sensitive, and suggested she try coaxing Xiao Li to lick her feet next time. "

You'll see," I said. "If I lied, I wouldn't be your sister anymore."

Xiao Li was secretly delighted.

Although I achieved my goal, Xiao Li still frequently came to lick my feet secretly.

Hehe... A few days later, Xiao Li was transferred to work in another city.

He was very reluctant to let me go.

I joked, "You're done with class. Even

if you leave, there are millions of other kids who will rise up."

He remained silent, while I chuckled to myself. After a while, he blurted out, "As long as someone cares about their master and takes good care of him, I'm at ease.

" At that moment, the scenes in my mind were vivid.

When dining at the elegant La Fang She restaurant, I would spit half-chewed food into his bowl and force him to eat it.

When drinking at KFC, I would

spit into his cup.

When there were few people around, I would ask to ride on his shoulders.

Luckily, his 180cm height could support my 170cm height.

We were like clowns.

I would order him to tie my shoelaces at the bus stop.

I would also order him to sing for me on the bus. I

deliberately made things difficult just so he would beg me.

I would ask him to take out my trash naked from the waist down in the middle of the night. I would

put it at the entrance of my first-floor apartment.

It was a cold winter night, and he only mustered the courage to stand at my door in the stairwell for less than 30 seconds before begging me to let him go.

Once, I accompanied him to pick up his girlfriend from school. On the way, I stepped in something dirty (not feces, but vomit). I was furious

and demanded he lick it clean.

After a long while, he squatted down, took out a tissue, and wiped it for me.

Disobeying my order, I turned and walked away,

ignoring him.

Later, he knelt down and begged for my forgiveness, repeatedly saying that if the vomit had been mine,

he would have licked it all clean on the ground.

I didn't laugh.

Now, thinking back, it's a real regret.

No, before leaving, I should have said that before his job transfer next week, I must try my best to vomit once to fulfill his wish.

Hehehehe.

To avoid leaving any regrets.

It's not easy to see each other when working in another city.

(＊^ ＿＿^ ＊)...hehe.

Xiao Li is 22 years old this year. She

just started working and was sent to another city during her probationary period.

Poor thing, even though her master is also very reluctant to let her go.

(I've always liked to bully boys.)

I'm not perfect, but I must make sure my little slave places me in the most sacred place in his heart and worships me! I want to become your spiritual belief in this era, I want you to understand what it means to experience pain and pleasure simultaneously! I want you to know what "Demon Brand Cigarettes" are all about. ~~ This is the Perfect Queen,

written to me by Xiao Nu—the Chosen Eve.

After meeting the Little Demon Queen, I no longer believe that Adam created Eve from one of his ribs in the Garden of Eden. Adam could not have created such a perfect little demon even with his whole body and soul. Even God had to use all his energy to sculpt such a perfect, thousand-faced Eve. On the eighth day, God suddenly realized the world's deficiency and spent all his time and energy creating a thousand-faced Eve. The Little Demon Queen is this thousand-faced Eve, chosen by God.

When heaven and earth first appeared, when the primordial universe was opened up, when the heavens appeared, when Nuwa collected the spiritual stones from heaven and earth to mend the dew, when Nuwa molded a handful of clay into little people. No one knew that Nuwa had left the jade stones used to mend the heavens to create a woman close to God, the Little Demon. She was completely different from those clay figures. It is forged from so many jade stones: agate, mutton fat jade, jadeite, Lantian jade, lapis lazuli, peacock jade. In a furnace of heavenly fire, you remained steadfast, loyal, magnificent, enduring for millennia. In the coronation of shattered rocks and dried-up seas, you were fiery, passionate, poignant, sleepless, and unchanging. Time seems like fleeting smoke, millions of years passing in the blink of an eye. So many stubborn stones, so many clay figures, forged and refined, came before you, all seeking a drop of sweetness from you. When the little demon revealed her eyebrows, she had two eyes to look down upon all living beings; when her eyebrows and eyes closed, her flower-like smile remained undiminished.
You and I are like stubborn stones, revealing our true forms before the little demon, gazing up at her jade-like radiance. When a ray of sunlight falls upon her, do you see the warmth of mutton fat jade, the red brilliance of agate, the verdant green of jadeite, the coolness of Lantian jade, or the iridescent wings of a peacock? When the Little Demon Queen's blush is vibrant, her eyes brimming with affection, don't we feel an irresistible urge to approach and admire her? When the Little Demon Queen, with her delicate makeup and simple dress, stands gracefully, don't we stop in our tracks, withdraw our hands, and simply gaze at her in a daze? When the Little Demon Queen gathers her hair with her hands, slightly raises her chin, and then suddenly covers her mouth with a smile, don't we feel as if time has reversed, and we see the girl next door laughing in our youthful days? When the Little Demon Queen is dressed in all black, silently fuming, her breath steady yet exuding an imposing aura, don't we inwardly examine our own mistakes and accept the Little Demon Queen's punishment?

We can never truly reach the Little Demon Queen's heart, yet our hearts must be completely open to her. When the Little Demon Queen punishes us, we see our own mistakes and even our own pitifulness. But the Little Demon Queen is chosen by the gods; the gods endowed her with the most beautiful appearance, and at the same time, a merciful heart. When she punishes us, have we ever thought about the Little Demon Queen's heart? When the Little Demon Queen lashed us with her whip, did we feel the pain behind each beating of her heart? That night, the Little Demon Queen, like a goddess, told me that the pain in my body was her pain. At that moment, my heart ached too. How could I, a stubborn stone, bear to see the heartache and pain of a jade? God holds all mysteries, and the Little Demon Queen is God's chosen Eve. I believe that God must have whispered these mysteries into her ear. Otherwise, how could she have a thousand faces, each flawless and perfect?

Everyone has the mysteries of sadomasochism within them. In my heart, a goddess and a queen need to be perfectly combined. I cannot be sure if a queen who derives great pleasure from punishing her slaves is a good queen. I only believe that a perfect combination of goddess and queen is one who shares the slaves' pain and feelings—like the Little Demon Queen. Punishment is necessary, but perhaps when the Little Demon Queen punishes us, she also feels pity, assesses our endurance, and thinks about how to comfort us afterward. The Little Demon Queen's thousand faces were so perfect that I often found myself unable to keep up, thus angering her. The punishment at that moment was a combination of love and pain.

I was honored to become her slave after meeting her; she was my first and only queen. I don't know if receiving her training twice within twenty-four hours was the greatest honor, but I gained the greatest satisfaction. To me, the Little Demon Queen was like a goddess; after her descent, she brought me boundless happiness and possibilities, allowing me to bathe in her holy radiance forever.

—Little Slave Ah Oh

My First Encounter with the Perfect Queen

Gu Ye — Flying Fish

When I first saw the name "Perfect Queen" online, I was somewhat skeptical. "Isn't it true that her reputation is undeserved?" Who was so arrogant as to call themselves perfect? After reading the Queen's special edition, I was deeply moved. The original articles showcased her intellectual depth and talent, while the story of the guide dog impressed me. It represents a perfect spiritual pursuit. Xiao Nu's article, "The Chosen Eve," further captivated me, and I couldn't wait to get closer to this "Eve."
I'd met several queens before, but the activities I chose were either bondage or whipping; I even found the others somewhat repulsive. It wasn't that I truly enjoyed the process itself, but rather the feeling afterward—a deeper appreciation for freedom and ease. I call it adding a touch of salt to a monotonous life, or a release from the guilt I carry about the mistakes I've made. I put myself in purgatory for an hour or two, and afterwards, I felt a greater appreciation for life—that's all.

The Perfect Queen in the special edition said she was a born queen, enjoying finding her own fun. I both longed for and worried about this. I longed for it because I could experience more, but I worried that I might reach my limit while the Queen was still in high spirits and wouldn't stop. As it turned out, my longing was justified, and my worries were unnecessary. My
first encounter with the Perfect Queen was a wonderful spiritual journey. The Queen led me first on a boat ride on a small river in my spiritual world, then sailing on a stormy, turbulent sea in the dark of night, arriving at a fairy island at dawn, and finally returning on a calm, sunny sea. The only word I can use to describe the whole process is "perfect."

I arrived at the agreed-upon apartment complex ahead of time, called the Queen, and came out of the supermarket. Looking up, I was shocked to find the Empress standing outside, watching me with great interest. My heart leaped into my throat—it was so unexpected! This was a public place! I thought she would be waiting for me in the training room. Then I heard her say, "I saw you just now!" The feeling of being a lamb thrown into the lion's den made me panic and feel completely lost—like I'd fallen into a quagmire. But then, the Empress, with a calm and friendly expression, started walking and talking to me. The warmth of reuniting with an old friend lifted me up like a small boat. Influenced by the Empress's expression, during those few minutes walking side-by-side with her towards the training room building, I felt so warm, so relaxed, so at ease. Even if we encountered acquaintances, I could greet them freely.
Entering the Queen's training room, I was immediately overwhelmed by the atmosphere. In the dim light, rows of ropes of different colors and thicknesses, whips, rattan canes, and other tools of varying textures and shapes hung neatly on the brick-red walls. A large iron frame occupied about a quarter of the room, radiating a chilling aura.
The Queen's face also hardened with a cold expression, and she coldly ordered me to leave and crawl in.

As the Queen handcuffed my hands and suspended me from the iron frame, which was much higher than my head, and then
spread my legs and tied them to either side of the frame, fear welled up inside me as I looked at her icy expression: How could I have been so foolish as to entrust my safety to a woman I had just met and knew nothing about?
What if she was a sadistic killer? I would face death without any chance of escape. Yet, a strange sense of trust deep within me quickly overcame this fear.

Then came the fury, of course. The Queen's whip rained down, the excruciating pain making me struggle desperately to dodge, but it was futile. All I could do was grit my teeth and endure it. It was like a lone boat struggling against raging waves on a vast, dark sea. With each heavier lash, the Queen told me that she was making me remember her, that even days later, the pain would remind me that I was her slave. "The Queen beats me to make me remember her; she beats me because she likes the way I look when I'm being beaten!"
This thought suddenly stirred a faint sweetness within me. When I couldn't help but beg for mercy, the Queen said, "Begging is useless; saying you're hungry will work." But at this point, my motivation for enduring the pain had become pleasing the Queen. How could I bear to disappoint her?

I endured it all, as the Empress shifted her instruments of torture, continuing her interrogation and subjugation, while simultaneously displaying her many faces: one moment a stern expression abusing her power and strength, the next a playful look admiring the patterns the whip had drawn on my skin, then a compassionate gaze gently stroking the wounds, lightly spraying them with alcohol. All these expressions were so real and natural that they made my heart beat in unison with hers. In a daze, the Empress transformed into the beautiful nurse who had forcibly held me down to give me an injection in my buttocks during my childhood, the strict yet beautiful female teacher I had a crush on in my youth, and every girl I had loved and who had loved me in my youth. In this torment

, in this endurance, in this daze, in this cry, time ticked by. The Empress seemed to be growing increasingly aroused, stopping and whispering in my ear, "I want to play with you to death, beat you to death, is that alright?"
I lost my composure. Was she really going to…? Strangely, I completely believed she could do it. Deep down, instead of fear, a voice rose within me: "Fine! If you like it!" My last shred of reason reacted in a fraction of a second: that would hurt everyone who loves me! I can't encourage her!

So my words became, "Let me live! So I can continue to serve your master!" And in my heart, it cried out again: "I am yours, I am willing!" To my utter astonishment, what followed was an overwhelming sense of sweetness and immense joy, surging forth like a river bursting its banks, rushing into every cell of my body. For a moment, I didn't know where I was: Heaven? Paradise? Western Paradise? At that moment, I understood what Christ meant by "Heaven is in the heart"! I understood the Taoist saying, "The more you give to others, the more you have; the more you share with others, the more you receive!" I understood the Buddhist saying, "Only by forgetting oneself can one transcend; transcendence is joy!"

The Queen's interrogation continued, and my mind and heart had separated. My mind was answering the Queen's questions haphazardly, while my heart eagerly savored the sweetness and joy spreading throughout my body, as if I were wandering in a fairyland. The ego is a very powerful thing. In a moment of respite, it returned. Out of pity for my body, I suddenly wanted to test if that safe word worked, so I shouted loudly amidst the Queen's continuous heavy blows with the cane, "I'm hungry!"
The Queen was trustworthy; she immediately stopped and untied me from the iron rack. And I, filled with apology to the Queen, wondered if I had disappointed her!

I thought the course would end there, but I was lucky enough to receive "preferential treatment" from the Queen. She took me to another training room (a dark room), handcuffed me, and locked me in a "dog cage" about 1 meter wide, 1 meter high, and 2 meters long. She told me she was going to imprison me. Watching her graceful figure leave, my heart felt empty. What could I do but wait? Fortunately, the Queen returned shortly after. The moment I saw her, a surge of sweetness welled up inside me again. I sincerely told her, "You are not just a Queen, you are a Goddess!" My heart was captivated. She was truly a born queen! She was genuinely immersed in enjoying the game while remaining rational and loving.

The Queen's perfection was also evident in her attitude after the game. I was honored to invite her to dinner at a small restaurant downstairs. We chatted casually like long-lost friends, a feeling I had mentioned earlier: the joy of returning to port on a sunny day, feeling the spring breeze on my face.

My dearest dog

, by the time you read this post, Mom will have already arrived in Urumqi. Mom knows you're disappointed, and actually, Mom isn't at ease either, because I never break my promises, but from now on, I won't have the right to say that anymore.
You are the youngest of all Mom's children. Because of your young age, Mom initially had many prejudices against you, even distrusting you and treating you with disdain. But you changed Mom's opinion of you with your persistence and determination. Although you are young, your words are not frivolous. You yearn deeply, but you don't use sweet talk. You always obediently listen to everything Mom says, sometimes patiently waiting for Mom despite her unpredictable temper and enduring Mom's hot and cold attitude towards you. Mom knows that sometimes chatting with you for a few minutes makes you happy for a long time. If I suddenly ignore you, you will be very disappointed, but you will also be perceptive enough to tell Mom to go ahead with her work. You will wait obediently, and Mom won't dare to disturb you. At those times, how much you wish Mom could chat with you a little longer. Actually, it's not that Mom doesn't care about you. Many little things are etched in Mom's heart. Seeing the birthday wishes post you made, and no one commented, you foolishly kept bumping the post by yourself to make it look popular. Sometimes you're so adorably silly, making Mom both laugh and feel sorry for you. I know you just want to make Mom happy.

With a beloved dog like you by my side, what reason could Mom possibly have to be unhappy or dissatisfied? However, this time Mom broke her promise, and only you know the sadness in your heart. Perhaps you've complained, perhaps you've lumped all female S&M together to complain, but whatever the reason, Mom just doesn't want your future SM journey ruined by me. Either I don't want you, or I won't easily abandon you.

This post can't change the situation or fulfill my promise, but I hope it can offer you some comfort. Quietly and patiently wait; Mom will return to Chengdu in a month.

(The first time (written by the little slave, the king's training))

This weekend, Master, unable to resist my repeated invitations, traveled a long way to my remote border town. The moment I saw Master at the station, my heart almost jumped out of my chest, haha, my hands were shaking. To be honest, Master is more beautiful than in photos, whether casual or artistic, far surpassing the real person.

Dragging Master's luggage, I walked quickly ahead—so excited!

Following Master into the room, because Master had asked about my preferences beforehand and knew it was my first time, things weren't as bad as in the videos.

Under my master's guidance, I quickly got into the mood.

When my master gave me the holy water, I lay eagerly beside the toilet, thirstily waiting for the fountain of life. I thought it would be as sweet as nectar, but to my dismay, I quickly gagged. My heart was pounding; I was worried that my master would force me or even beat me. But surprisingly, my master was very considerate. Considering it was my first time, he only used the rest to wash my face. (120 words omitted here)

I had agreed to be my master's private slave for two days, but damn the weather, damn the work, I had to leave on the second day. As I left, my master said, "Hold me." It almost brought tears to my eyes.

I don't know what I said or what I wanted to say; it's all a jumbled mess, all my thoughts are from that one night.

I just want to tell everyone: my master is truly a wonderful queen.

I hope I will have the chance to be favored by the queen again. I firmly believe that next time, I will never gag again!

My original creation—Human Toilet

(Watching the clock, it's past midnight. The phone rings. "Master, I just got off the plane and will be there soon."
"Okay, Master is waiting for you. There will be a reward later!")

9529 is the lifetime title I gave to Xiao Ye. This is Xiao Ye's second time coming to Beijing for my "livestock training." I remember the first time was half a month ago. I was about to leave Beijing, and Xiao Ye impulsively bought a plane ticket from Xi'an to come for two days of "livestock training." It was also late at night. After entering, he didn't follow the rules but tried to chat with me. (Angry~) I looked at him expressionlessly, knowing that he was nervous, even panicked and conflicted.
He suggested going out for a late-night snack. I stared at him disdainfully, still expressionless, listening to his uninterrupted ramblings. A few minutes later, I reluctantly agreed to go with him. He was really hungry and ordered four dishes and a bottle of rubbish. During the meal, I maintained a smile as he continued to talk about his career and the excellent aspects of his life. I gave a simple reply, inwardly dissecting the guy I was about to capture. I thought, still struggling? I love someone as outstanding as you; conquering you brings a sense of accomplishment, hahaha. Back at my lodgings, I dragged him to my feet and slapped him twice. "You slut, still hesitating? Stop your pointless internal struggle. Today I'll make you understand that kneeling at my feet is revealing your true nature. I admire all submissives who dare to kneel before me, because they are flexible, able to let go to take on more, and comprehensive in their approach to be invincible. Quickly shed your human skin and perform the grand ceremony!" He trembled timidly but obediently complied. In less than half a day, he was completely subdued by my clutches, and everything continued so naturally. Two days passed quickly… This was his first real-life discipline after countless fantasies. He surpassed himself to become my toilet slave, and I smiled smugly. As I led him away, he looked at me longingly, while I, sitting in front of the computer, didn't even glance at him. I didn't turn back until the door slammed shut.

Looking out the window behind the computer, I could see Xiaoye's departing figure downstairs. A slight sense of loss washed over me.

I hadn't expected that after only half a month, that wretched dog's mouth would already be longing for its master's asshole. Upon entering, he obediently knelt at my feet and bowed deeply. I laughed happily and hooked Xiao Ye between my legs, clamping his neck between my thighs. I began to scold and humiliate him, "You lowly beast, do you pout and look in the mirror when you miss your master? Look how much your mouth resembles my asshole! Hahaha, I've missed you so much! I promised to reward you. Hurry up and take off your clothes, tear off your human skin, and go to the bathroom to kneel and wait for your master." This dog, after just a few minutes of humiliation and toying, was already excited beyond measure, and his penis was already hard. I remember the first time I trained him, he desperately craved my "gold" under my humiliation. But that day, I couldn't poop, so I blamed it on his face not being attractive to my ass. Hilarious! My round ass sat on his dog face, and he was tormented by my intense humiliation, feeling my breath and strain, almost coming but unable to. Each time I loudly told him, "It's coming! It's coming!" his body would naturally tense, and his penis would twitch. Just when his mind went blank and he was about to break down from my torment, I suddenly shoved it into his mouth. I smiled triumphantly and told him, "That's all I'll reward you with today." When I got up, I found him holding my "gold" in his mouth, refusing to swallow. I angrily whipped him, and during the whipping, he swallowed it whole, then said pitifully that he liked it and couldn't bear to swallow it. But the whipping only excited him more. Having experienced it once before, this time it wasn't so unfamiliar or frightening. He obediently lay down in the bathroom with his hands above his head. After I sat down, he wrapped his arms around my buttocks. "You slut, your master loves using a human toilet the most. It's warm and comfortable. To enjoy your dog face, your master has been holding back all day, hahaha. This time I don't have to go out for midnight snacks. I said I'd give you a reward, and this is your highest reward, you know?" He could only make "hmm" sounds through his nose under my crotch. I pinched his nipples and humiliated him, "You slut, quickly use your tongue to welcome me, your master is rewarding you." Instantly, his penis became hard and erect. He tried to touch his penis with his hand. I lashed his hand hard with the whip, "You slut, don't touch me! Your master won't allow you to ejaculate today." This time, his mouth and my anus worked in perfect harmony, and I finished quickly. Every time I used him as a human toilet, I would wipe his chin with toilet paper. No one knew that what I was wiping away was actually bodily fluid left from his excitement. He still lay there with the last bit of gold in his mouth, savoring it for a long time before getting up. That night, I chained him up with a long iron chain, one end around his neck and the other locked to a chair. He could move around freely, but he had to carry the chair everywhere.
The next day, I slept until noon, threw him the key from upstairs (I lived in a two-story Loft apartment), and ordered him to unlock the door and come upstairs to help me get up and wash. This time, Xiao Ye was much more docile. He didn't have the same confusion and unease he had the first time. He did everything seriously and methodically, such as wiping the floor, washing clothes, and serving me meals. His seriousness and meticulousness reflected his quality and upbringing, which made me love this wretched beast under my feet even more. After our evening walk, I took Xiao Ye's hand and said to him, "As your master's human toilet, you are only fit to be my servant. You are my servant, and I am ... 乙桓鱿熘福∫寡杆俚奶傻轿郎洌蚁不断刃郎鸵幌挛伊酵燃涞哪钦沤粽诺墓妨常褂心歉霰晃掖希茫拢常埃埃暗墓罚剩剩附裉熘髯尤媚闼?龉唬菇邮芑平鸬墓讨形矣檬峙拇蛩拇笸饶诓啵谧詈笠豯诨平鸷?诳谥惺蔽颐钏蚝茫缓罂加闷ご榇颍∫购呕平鸥桓医谐錾冶慵又亓肆

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