The Tale of the Little Slave Girl 1-2

The Tale of the Little Slave Girl (Word

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Published: 2013/10/18 in: Springtime Courtyard

(Part 1)

In the quiet morning, in the east, the sun had just peeked out, and the sky was still tinged with the pale white of dawn. In a small town in western East Asia, while most people were still asleep, a group of special girls had already begun their busy day. They were collectively known as female slaves.

The eastern part of the town was a residential area, and in an ordinary house within that area, a lovely female slave had just woken up. Xiao Lan, the name of this lovely female slave, had crawled up from the clean white sheets. Her blue hair was tied with a white ribbon, and she had large, watery eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face that was almost perfect, enough to make any man's heart flutter.

If someone were to look down the girl's neck at this moment, they would see a collar with a tag hanging above it, displaying Xiaolan's slave number: kl01120. Continuing downwards, one could see the girl's snow-white breasts, large as steamed buns, and her slightly pink nipples.
Because she was naked, a further look down her body revealed her white abdomen, her most private parts—her tender red labia and her milky-white, upturned buttocks. Below her buttocks were her slender, long legs and flawless feet. Her delicate hands were as if crafted from white jade, so flawless and tender that one wanted to suckle them.

Stretching lazily, the young slave girl, Xiaolan, obediently stood up from the floor and glanced at the middle-aged couple on the bed: Modu and his wife, Yan Ni.

"Time to start making breakfast for the master and mistress!"

The female slaves serve two main purposes: first, as toys for their masters; second, as tools for their masters. Xiao Lan, now, is fulfilling her function as a tool for her masters by making breakfast.

Generally speaking, most people don't change how they address their female slaves, besides directly calling them "master," they might call male masters "master," female masters "mistress," their master's mother "old lady," and their master's father "great master," etc. Of course, some people have a perverse sense of humor and ask their female slaves to use other titles, such as "father," "brother," or "captain," etc.
Their naked bodies are clad in the only clothing female slaves are allowed to wear—an apron—which covers their breasts and abdomen, but the girl's smooth back, elastic buttocks, long legs, and slender arms are still exposed. Afterwards, Xiaolan went to the kitchen, took out the ingredients for breakfast from the refrigerator, and began to prepare breakfast: "Master prefers mung bean porridge and bread, Madam prefers egg pancakes and a fruit platter, and of course, the daily necessity of milk."

Having prepared breakfast for her masters, Xiaolan returned to their bedroom and her own, took out their clothes, and began to wake them: "Master, Madam, it's morning, time to get up." The young girl called her masters in a cute and charming voice. Although her soft voice didn't work the first time, Xiaolan was very patient, so after calling seven times, her masters finally got up.

"Xiaolan, what time is it?" the master, still not fully awake, asked.

"Replying to Master, it's already 7:30," Xiaolan said with a smile, and presented the clothes her masters were to wear.

After getting dressed, the master and mistress went to the dining room, and after Xiaolan pulled out the chairs at the table, they sat down and began to eat.

"Has Xiao Du not gotten up yet?" Seeing that her son's seat was empty, Xiao Lan's mistress asked while taking a sip of milk.

"Replying to Madam, the young master said last night that he wanted to play until very late, so he asked Xiao Lan not to wake him." Xiao Lan stood respectfully to the side, answering in a voice that her mistress could hear but wouldn't find noisy.

"Alright then, we're fine for now. Go and have your breakfast!"

Hearing her mistress's words, Xiao Lan smiled and replied, then went to the kitchen, took out a plate from the cupboard with "For Female Slave Use" written on the back, then took milk from the refrigerator, poured it into the plate, and took it to the dining room. After placing the plate on the ground, Xiao Lan bent her knees, knelt down, and began to lick the milk in the bowl with her tongue, like an animal drinking water.

This is how the female slaves eat breakfast. To emphasize their status, Xiaolan has to slightly raise her buttocks while licking, completely exposing her genitals to prove they have no shame.

Of course, even for trained girls, this position is still shameful, so her face flushes red as she does so—a shy expression. But the perverse nature inherent in female slaves arouses Xiaolan's shyness, evidenced by the glistening fluid flowing between her legs.

"This little girl's getting excited again," the mistress chuckled, turning around unintentionally to see Xiaolan's raised buttocks revealing her vulva, the sticky fluid flowing from her labia onto her thighs.

Hearing this, the male master turned around, frowned, and called to Xiaolan, saying, "Xiaolan, remember, you can pose like this in front of us, but you can't do it in front of Modu. If I find out you've used these lewd poses to seduce Modu, I'll punish you severely."

As he spoke, the male master glared fiercely at Xiaolan, who trembled slightly upon hearing the word "punishment." For female slaves, shame arouses them, and so does punishment. If punishment doesn't arouse a female slave, then that slave is definitely unqualified. So, at the same time as this tremor, the girl's private parts began to secrete thick, sticky vaginal fluid. However, the girl's masters didn't realize that it was their words that aroused her.

After the male master finished scolding her, Xiaolan returned to her plate, knelt down, and continued eating her breakfast in an extremely shameful posture.

Just as Xiaolan finished licking her milk and took the plate back to the kitchen, her masters also finished eating. While Xiaolan was cleaning up the leftover plates, bowls, and cups, her husband turned on the TV and started watching the news, while her wife began to dress up, intending to greet the visiting neighbors and engage in casual conversation.

(To be continued)

(II) The Wives' Laughter

It was nine o'clock in the morning. While Xiaolan was washing her and her husband's clothes in the bathroom, the doorbell rang. Her wife opened the door, and her female neighbors entered. After they came in, her wife led her guests directly to the living room and began their pointless chatter. However, before the chat, tea and snacks were necessary. But the person preparing the tea and snacks was definitely not her wife; it would surely be some cute little slave girl, Xiaolan.

At her wife's call, Xiaolan set up the washing machine and went to the living room. When Xiaolan entered the living room, besides her wife, she saw six older women of similar age who were idle at home and referred to themselves as professional housewives.

"Didn't you see the guests have arrived? Go and prepare some snacks and tea!" The girl was scolded as she entered the living room. Of course, as she walked into the living room, Xiaolan was inevitably surrounded by the stares of the older women. Just as Xiaolan turned around to prepare tea and snacks, she saw an old woman sitting next to the mistress of the house say, "Speaking of which, Mrs. Mo, every time I come to your house and see that female slave, I think, where has the shame of these female slaves gone? They can actually walk back and forth in front of outsiders with their buttocks exposed, they really have no shame at all! What do you think, Mrs. Mo?"

"Oh, Mrs. Jiang, look at what you're saying, that's a mistake in your understanding. Who said female slaves are human? These female slaves are just toys and tools to their masters. Since they are toys and tools, what shame do they have to have? But I think these female slaves are more and more vulgar and despicable than the last. I don't know if you noticed, Mrs. Jiang, when that female slave walked by, there was that kind of thing between her legs, it's really too perverted. Do you think these female slaves not only don't feel ashamed when they are seen, but are actually excited?" Just as Mrs. Jiang finished speaking, another old woman next to her interrupted.

"I think so. Look at those female slaves, whenever they're in front of people, all they do is blush and have that kind of fluid down there, it's so vulgar. I'm saying, Mrs. Mo, you have children at home, won't having these vulgar creatures around corrupt them?" Just as the old woman finished speaking, another old woman chimed in.
"I don't think so. If you have a female slave at home, you can free up your hands to strengthen your relationship with your children! Look at me, before, because of housework, I could hardly play with my children. Now, because I have female slaves at home, not only do I have a lot of time to care for my children, but also because of those vulgar female slaves, my son and I have something in common. You know what? Yesterday, my son said the female slaves were stupid, he couldn't even do the simplest problem he did. You see, if it weren't for those vulgar female slaves, I wouldn't know how to communicate with my son about his studies!"

As the topic reached this point, just as Xiao Lan's mistress finished speaking, Xiao Lan brought out the tea and snacks and placed them in front of each of the ladies.

"Speaking of which, these female slaves have pretty good skin! Look at me, if it weren't for those cosmetics, my skin would have cracked long ago. But look at these lowly girls, working all day long, and their skin is still so smooth and radiant, it's simply unfair!" Just as Xiaolan brought a teacup to a lady, the lady commented after seeing the smooth skin on Xiaolan's face and arms.
"So what? As you can see, even if these lowly girls are pretty, they can only be objects of our ridicule and amusement. To put it bluntly, Mrs. Wu, if I were to throw this lowly girl away now, no one would help her, and she might very well become food for wild dogs!" Xiaolan's mistress replied with a smile, responding to Mrs. Wu's complaint.

And so, the ladies continued their conversation, still focusing on the female slaves. The ladies, who usually loved gossiping about everyone, took their talk about the female slaves to an extreme. They hurled insults at the slaves while simultaneously comparing their own high status to the slaves' lowly position, as if they had found a common enemy to hurl insults at together. They were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

While the ladies were engrossed in their conversation about the slaves, Xiaolan returned to the bathroom. Her clothes were already washed, but since it was a cloudy day, she couldn't hang them out to dry; she had to put them in the dryer.
However, just as Xiaolan reached the second-floor bathroom to dry her clothes, the door to her young master Modu's room opened, and the eleven-year-old boy, Modu, emerged from his room in his pajamas.
"Ah, it's Xiaolan!" Looking at the naked girl in an apron before him, the boy's eyes gradually moved downwards. Compared to the strict male master who was only strict with Xiaolan and the female master who only found amusement in teasing her, the young master clearly treated Xiaolan better. Except when he had to pretend to distance himself from Xiaolan in front of his parents, he was much closer to her whenever they were alone.

"Young master, wake up," the girl replied shyly, her voice trembling under her young master's gaze.
"Hmm, Xiaolan looks as cute as ever today!" Saying this, Modu, after confirming that his parents weren't around, placed his hand on Xiaolan's bottom and began to playfully stroke it.
"Young Master, could you let Xiaolan put these clothes in the dryer first, and then come back so the young master can play with them?" Although Xiaolan enjoyed being touched by Modu's hands, work came first. If she didn't finish her work and just became the young master's toy, she might really be thrown out by her master and become a companion and food for stray dogs.

"Alright, I'll wait for you in my room!" With that, Modu returned to his room. After Xiaolan finished processing the clothes and put them in the wardrobe, she came to the young master's room, gently knocked on the door, and said, "Young Master, Xiaolan has finished her work." As soon as she finished speaking, Modu immediately opened the door, pulled Xiaolan into his room, looked around, and quickly closed the door.

When Xiaolan entered Modu's room, Modu first asked her, "Where is Mother?"

"Madam is chatting with the neighbors who came!" Xiaolan answered obediently.

"Where is Father?" Modu continued to ask.

"He's already gone out," Xiaolan replied.

"So, Xiaolan, let's play a game!" With that, Modu's hand was already on Xiaolan's bottom, and she softly murmured "Mmm," then shyly lowered her head, letting Modu's hand roam freely over her body.

(To be continued)

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