【Born to be a Slave】(15) Author: xxin

Author: xxin
Word Count: 7212
(XV)
Lately... I haven't been working very hard!
I don't know why, but the homework Master assigned me these past few days has been getting worse and worse. Andy
has gotten angry several times, and I know I've done wrong, so I accept the punishment dejectedly. But... my self-control
has always been rather poor...
I'm very happy when I'm with Andy, whether it's in the training room or taking a walk with him in the neighborhood
—uh, just a normal walk!—I'm always happy. But watching videos, doing homework, and completing training
assignments every day, once the novelty wears off, it feels so boring! I like smelling Master's scent and feeling Master's body
temperature, even when Master punishes me, rather than having those hard, cold training tools with me all day long.
I guess it's because I haven't adapted to life as a slave yet. Like a poor person, naturally, they yearn for delicacies
. But if they eat meat and fish every day for a while, their stomach will feel uncomfortable. Before, although I
fantasized about being a slave every day, I lacked the patience and drive of a proper female slave. I forgot my own
contributions and only thought about taking from my master.
Andy was very busy; even at home, he had a lot of work waiting for him. He tried his best to make
time for me, but seeing him often lost in thought made me uneasy. During this time, my interests
shifted towards being a maid and a cook, hoping to take care of my master in this way.
However, Andy clearly didn't appreciate it. In his view, everything about a slave should be controlled by the master; they shouldn't have their own
thoughts, much less act on their own. After talking to me twice, he revised the training plan, slowing down the pace
and increasing my outdoor activity time.
Thus, I gloriously became a—probationary security guard in the community. Every day, I patrolled the community on an electric scooter
or worked shifts in the security room with a few other women. After a few days, I gradually learned about the community.
Indeed, it was an SM community; the owners and employees were either masters or slaves. All residents
have signed confidentiality agreements, prohibiting unauthorized rentals or sales, and forbidding the disclosure of community information. There
are various other agreements, such as public security briefings, which, aside from two half-day Sundays each month, can only
be conducted after 10 PM and must be kept away from children.
Most of the residents I encounter daily are also submissive; we must salute them and offer assistance. My sudden
appearance as a trainee security guard has clearly aroused the interest of many residents. The residents' character varies greatly, and
during my duties, I inevitably suffer groping and verbal abuse. This kind of "master's welfare" strictly forbids female slaves from verbal disrespect
or physical resistance. Although it's a public place, things usually don't go too far, but it
's still difficult for me to accept. In front of my master, I can be unconditionally obedient; the more I'm humiliated, the more excited I become. But I
still have a strong resistance to being "trained" by strangers—I am not your slave, you are not my master;
my body and soul belong to an owner, and I am unwilling to open myself up to you.
However, some residents are very thuggish; the more humiliated and distressed you are, the more they want to humiliate you. A guy forced
me to blow my nose into his mouth and then swallow it. There was no one around. He handcuffed my hands to the electric scooter
, his hands groping under my skirt, hurling insults and threats. I didn't know what
the consequences would be if I angered him, so I could only cry and endure it, vomiting for a long time afterward. Female slaves are human beings too, not commodities to be abused at will
. Even Andy never humiliated me like that. This kind of sadist has no love for female slaves, purely finding pleasure in
humiliating and torturing them. This was the first time I witnessed the dark side of the sadist community.
Fortunately, such people are a minority; most clients are friendly and polite, otherwise I wouldn't have the confidence to
continue.
…
Today, I was laughing and joking with some sisters in the security room when an unexpected surprise came.
"Hey?"
"Girl! Are you having fun? Have you missed your master?"
"Master?!" I rushed out the door in a panic, making sure these long-beaked sparrows didn't hear me.
A strange feeling welled up inside her. Andy was good, but he couldn't replace Master's place in her heart. However,
after being apart for over half a month, her feelings for Master seemed to have changed slightly. She couldn't quite put her finger on it; well, it was like she'd grown up
a bit, transforming from a Chihuahua into a Shih Tzu in Master's eyes.
"Master, I miss you so much! Can you come see me sometime?"
"Sure, how about I come see you tomorrow?"
"Huh? I… tomorrow?"
"Have you forgotten? You said you'd come to the party with me last time. I've already told Andy, I'll
pick you up tomorrow morning! Bye-bye!"
"Oh… Master?" She heard the tone of the call being disconnected.
So happy! The next morning, she couldn't wait any longer and went straight to the security room to wait. Girls are
so sentimental; a single sentence was enough to make her swoon.
Master arrived in his car, a dusty gray Volkswagen Santana. Her brother's head popped out of the back window, looking around
. Amidst my sisters' laughter, I ran over like a bird released from its cage.
Sitting in the passenger seat, the seat seemed a bit low, but I didn't care. I turned my head and boldly scrutinized him from head to toe
. He looked completely different! A black suit, a plain tie, and his hair was cut; he looked much younger
. You could almost smell the mature masculinity emanating from him.
He seemed to be in a good mood today. Seeing me staring at him intently, he chuckled and ruffled my hair
: "Girl, if you keep staring at your master like that, you'll get a spanking!"
For some reason, I wasn't afraid of him at all today. I looked at him boldly, provocatively:
"Master, you've already given me to Andy! Any regrets?"
"Hehe, you brat, wait till I get my hands on you! Fasten your seatbelt, let's go!"
I turned to greet my brother, who happily came over too. I hugged its big head and
rubbed it hard against my face, then it rolled its tongue around on my face. I was so happy; my brother and I were still so affectionate.
I stuck out my tongue a little and gave my brother a warm, wet kiss—that's the limit of what a little sister can express herself!
I wasn't satisfied with just a hug, so I dragged it over and held it in my arms,
rubbing my face against its soft fur. Unfortunately, my brother was a bit too big; including his tail, he was almost as tall as me, so I couldn't hold him in my arms and
had to let him stand on the seat. Holding him, I vaguely recalled the first time, but the shame and indignation I felt
then had completely transformed into sweet memories.
On the way, I chattered to Grandpa about all the little things that happened with Andy—my happiness, worries, hesitations
, confusion, and all sorts of shameful, laughable little girl thoughts, pouring them all out. Whether in
front of my parents before or now in front of Andy, I would never have revealed my heart so openly. But
with Grandpa, I knew he understood me, that he would do what was best for me, and that it was safe to tell him anything. Oh,
not that Andy wasn't like that; Andy was very good too. But there was still a subtle difference in how I felt about them
, a difference I couldn't quite figure out myself.
Grandpa listened quietly, without saying a word. I rambled on, my words fragmented and illogical, and he knew
I just wanted a listener, so he remained silent. The car glided gracefully along the highway, completely
deserted. Suddenly, the scene felt harmonious; for a moment, I felt as if we had been driving on this road for
years, as if we were longtime partners,
understanding each other perfectly without words, gestures, or glances.
The illusion shattered silently, and I stopped abruptly, somewhat surprised, no longer remembering what I had just said.
I softly called out, "Master..."
"Hmm."
My hand slowly reached out, wanting to touch his arm gripping the steering wheel.
It was immediately slapped back.
I laughed, a familiar feeling welling up: "You naughty Master!"
The gathering was in a dance hall, with about twenty people, all looking quite young, like a group of college
students. Six or seven girls stood out among them.
A sharp-looking man approached: "Teacher Mo! Welcome, welcome!"
"Windpipe, no need to be so polite, it's not my first time here. This is..." Grandpa pointed at me, about to introduce me, but suddenly
hesitated.
I smiled and extended my hand: "Hello, I'm Guyu!"
"Guyu, you're so beautiful! Welcome, welcome!"
A group of people noticed the commotion and moved over, followed by a continuous stream of "Teacher Mo... Teacher Mo,
" it seemed Grandpa was quite familiar with them.
Suddenly, a smiling face appeared in front of me: "Little Guyu, quickly call her 'sister'!"
"Huh?" How come someone here knows me? I leaned back slightly to take a look, wow! This sister is
so tall! Probably over 1.75 meters, looking down at me with a mischievous smile like a big bad wolf looking at a little white rabbit.
But I've never seen her before? Looking at her unfamiliar face, yet with the expression of an old friend, I was completely confused
.
After a short while, she finally couldn't hold back her laughter, probably amused by my silly appearance: "I am
... Miyako... Ji..."
"Mizuho!" I immediately recognized her; she was from the harem group, the one who had been dancing so enthusiastically that day.
Looking at her, I suddenly became suspicious, my eyes sweeping over her chest.
"How about it? Imported silicone, very elastic!" She solemnly lifted her breasts.
I chuckled and poked them: "Mmm, really elastic!" Then we both burst into laughter
.
Meeting an acquaintance put me in a great mood. I abandoned my master and followed my sister around. Most of the people here were
young people in their twenties, laughing and joking freely, radiating youthful energy. Every now and then, someone would stop and greet us
:
"Mizuho! Where did you find such a pretty little loli?"
"A little slave girl we just acquired today, isn't she pretty? Aren't you envious? Come on, give her a kiss!"
I quickly covered my sister's mouth, and everyone laughed heartily.
After a while of commotion, we went to the side and poured ourselves two glasses of mineral water.
"Sister, do you know all these people?"
"Yeah, a few are new. I don't come as often these days, but this time I heard Master was coming, so I had to go along
!"
"Tch, your illegal organization probably didn't even get Master's approval, did it?"
"Hehe, we wouldn't let him join!"
After a while, Fengdi clapped her hands, and everyone quieted down.
"We have a few new friends at our gathering this time..." she rambled on, introducing me as well
.
"We're fortunate to have Teacher Mo here again to guide us..." Then came a round of polite applause.
I ran to Master's side and stood there eagerly. This was my spot, and no one was allowed to take it. I was
well-prepared today, dressed more conservatively than usual—a white long-sleeved shirt, denim shorts, and
safety shorts underneath. I shouldn't be exposed. I even went to the bathroom earlier; otherwise, under Master's ropes, my uncooperative
body might have incontinent, which would have been incredibly embarrassing.
Oh, I forgot to mention earlier that Andy took off the chastity belt after a week, but
masturbation was still forbidden. Now I can barely restrain myself from touching myself, at the cost of always
shyly begging for sex whenever I'm with Andy. Actually, the reason I can hold back is because the orgasm guided by my master is
much more wonderful than masturbation. My master's commands are like a dam, locking in wave after wave of body fluids until they reach a dizzying
height. Then, suddenly, the valve is released, and it flows out in a torrent, as if even the internal organs are washed clean
.
Hmm, I'm always particularly aroused in front of my master. He folded my hands behind my back, brought them together, and
tied them tightly. Then, the rope loops were folded from my shoulders and neck forward, wrapping around my breasts twice. The long rope seemed to have a life of its own in his
hands, wrapping me up in circles. His grip was really strong; with each pull and tug, my
body went weak. Every rope, every knot, felt like it was wedged into a weak point in my body. At first, I
managed to maintain a smile, but soon I couldn't care less. Strange sensations enveloped
me like a tidal wave. It was uncomfortable, or perhaps pleasurable—I couldn't tell. It was a powerful stimulation, rushing down my spine.
My mind raced. I couldn't help but gasp, my breath coming in fits of pain, pleasure, and agonizing agony; my face must have been a
fascinating mix of emotions.
As the rope between my legs tightened, my body trembled violently. Ah! I
couldn't stop; my body slid rapidly toward the peak of pleasure. I no longer cared about the stares of those around me,
arching my back forcefully, my hands and feet flailing wildly, a suppressed sob escaping my throat, and then gushes of heat
gushed from my genitals. Tsk, the sanitary napkins I prepared came in handy so quickly; in front of my master, the slave always
surrenders obediently at first sight.
The bondage continued, and I cooperated unconsciously, my body already as limp as water. If it weren't for
these ropes, I probably would have collapsed to the ground. After the climax, I was exhausted, my reactions were sluggish,
but my senses seemed sharper. The places that had just been bound were sore, those that had been bound for a while were tingling and numb, some were completely numb, and
some, after a period of numbness, were beginning to regain sensation. The rope around my lower back was pulling upwards, pulling, making me feel like I was floating.
Oh, I felt like I was going to fall, and I had to brace myself with my toes. Then one leg was pulled up again, and my body swayed in the air
.
I vaguely made out what I was doing—what a shameful position! My toes barely touched the ground, and
the rope supporting my upper body was constricting my breasts. One leg was hoisted high, my legs spread wide apart. My body swayed and spun
, the ropes tightening and loosening, bringing different kinds of stimulation. My toes ached, and I was about to pull them back when the rope between my legs
suddenly tightened. I kept my eyes down, afraid to open them. The people around me were probably watching my embarrassing state. My father
was still calmly explaining things to people. If I weren't tied up, I would have wanted to bite him. He was so
petty, always ready to retaliate. Ah! Damn it, my body reacted again, like a gushing spring, and
I was powerless to struggle.
Luckily, it was just a demonstration, and I was untied in no time. Sitting on the ground, panting,
I felt a little better, but then a sense of loss washed over me. My body was still reliving the indescribable sensation, making me hesitant
to try again, yet I couldn't resist the urge. My body felt like a string on a musical instrument; the sound had faded after being plucked, but that
slight tremor was so beautiful.
People around me were now practicing in groups. Because there were more men than women, quite a few boys were also
tied up. Some were clearly beginners; the ropes were loose and tight, a tangled mess. After watching
for a while, I couldn't help but laugh. There's no way around it; so many people have a natural comedic talent, it's a real shame they're not in comedy sketches.
After resting, I stood up and looked around at the fun. Everyone was busy and focused, except for me. I sneaked up
behind the older sister, grabbed a handful from her tightly bound chest, and then ran away with a scream, haha! After circling around,
I realized I didn't see the master, huh? Turns out he was sitting to the side, teasing his brother.
I tiptoed over and covered his eyes. Before I could even speak, he grabbed me and pulled me
to his side. It wasn't fun at all.
"Was it fun?"
"Hehe, it was fun." Then he remembered to add, "Thanks for the training, Master!"
"Hey, I prefer it here too. It's all young people, the atmosphere is more positive. Happy Valley, actually, it's
lost its charm."
A little while later, someone came to find Master. They must have finished their work and wanted him to judge it. I didn't want to get involved.
To be honest, little boys tied up with ropes look really ugly. It completely ruined the beautiful image of rope bondage in my mind
. Someone even brought a bag of dog food. It seems my brother has a high status here. Sitting face-to-face with my brother on the ground
:
"Hey, this is a small cookie. Add another small cookie, what's one plus one?"
"Woof woof..."
"Brother's so smart! Then, if we add another one, what's two plus one?"
"Woof woof..."
"Wrong! One, two, three, two plus one equals three! Ah... you can't eat these teaching aids..."
"Gu Yu MM..."
"Hmm?" I looked up and saw a handsome young man, his sunny smile carrying a hint of ingratiation.
"Hello, my name is Aha, may I invite you..."
"Um, sure, let's go." I couldn't refuse his sincere smile, especially since I'd already
mentally prepared myself to be a guinea pig before coming today.
He used the most common binding method, a tortoise shell binding followed by a high-handed binding. His technique was pretty good; no wonder he was the first
one to ask me out. The downside was that the binding was a bit loose, probably because he was afraid of hurting me if he used too much force. But
I'm a dancer, you know, this kind of movement is nothing to me.
"Guyu, are you an M? I don't think you look like a rope model."
"Really? How so?"
"Look, that girl over there is the rope model we hired. Her movements are so stiff, unlike yours, which are so natural
."
"Oh, there really are professional rope models?" I looked around but couldn't see any difference. She
definitely had a better figure than me.
"Yeah, I'm an M. But aha, you're too late. I already have a master."
"Really? That's a pity. It's so lucky to have such a cute M like you. Has he arrived?"
"That," I pouted, "didn't you see we came together?"
"You mean... Teacher Mo?"
"Yes, I'm Teacher Mo's personal slave." "
...Pfft!"
"...What's wrong? Don't you believe me?" I was a little annoyed. I actually burst out laughing. How rude
!
"No... I don't believe you... Hehe, but when I asked Ruihui last time, she said the same thing..."
"Hmph! She's an imposter!" Tch, is my sister trying to steal my man? I clenched my fist behind my back. This
was absolutely unacceptable!
"Gu Yu MM, didn't you know Teacher Mo doesn't take slaves?" Feng Di chimed in from the side.
"Why?" I hated that question the most. Why did everyone say so definitively that he didn't take slaves?
"...Ask Teacher Mo." Feng Di looked at me, her eyes slightly unfocused.
After a while, everyone untied their ropes and sat down to rest and chat. The gathering had plenty of snacks and drinks.
There was also beer, and at this point, women were always the center of attention for the men. Basically, everyone
formed several circles around a few girls. Within two minutes, I couldn't handle the boys who came up to me and fawn over me, so I simply sat down
next to the guy, behaving like a little kitten. The downside was that the discussions were mostly boring topics
—where nerves and blood vessels would be compressed, joints not suitable for bearing weight, etc.
When everyone got up again, several girls took turns approaching the guy, begging to be tied up. It seems he
's really popular. I was also taken turns being "tortured" by several boys—that's an exaggeration, though; they were all very careful
, afraid of hurting me. However, their technique was much worse than Aha's; their grip was inconsistent, sometimes light, sometimes
heavy, inevitably causing some joint twists and cries of pain, after which they scrambled to loosen the ropes.
Bagpipes was the last to approach me; it seems he was quite competent as the organizer, putting personal interests last.
I had already planned this: "Windpipe, you can tie me up, but tell me about Teacher Mo first."
"Hehe, you'll find out naturally, it's not a secret. How long have you known Teacher Mo?" "
Almost half a year." Windpipe's technique was good, and she controlled her strength well.
"How much do you know about him?"
"Master is very caring, but he can be very fierce when he gets angry. He knows everything, and he's good at writing...
Hmm?" Windpipe wasn't being honest; she was trying to get information out of me.
"Yeah, Teacher Mo is skilled and has a good character, so many female subs like him, hehe. Like Rui
Sui, she comes every time Teacher Mo comes, and she won't participate if he doesn't come."
"Oh." Compared to Rui Sui, I really didn't have much confidence. She has long legs and big breasts, sigh!
"Ah... um..." "
I'm sorry... I offended you..."
"It's okay..."
Besides Master, Windpipe was the first person to tie my lower body. Even though I was wearing denim shorts, I still felt a little shy
. Now, I was lying on the ground unable to move, it seemed Windpipe was going to tie me up in a position like four legs upside down.
"You didn't ask Teacher Mo?"
"I did, but he wouldn't say. I asked many people, but no one would tell me."
"Oh...it's actually quite simple...it's a sad story, not something to talk about...Teacher Mo
and his wife used to be..." Fengdi gestured with his hands inside, "Unfortunately, his wife later fell ill and passed
away. Teacher Mo was very sad and didn't want to..."
"Ah..." This was an unexpected answer, but thinking about it...it makes sense. No wonder Grandpa
is sometimes melancholy; it turns out they were deeply in love...how pitiful...
After the gathering, Grandpa took me to dinner. Now Grandpa is becoming more and more like a father, always smiling as he watches
me jump around. As for me, I held Grandpa's hand and snuggled into his arms, acting like a good girl. I believe
no one could see the wicked thoughts lurking in my mind, right?
After dinner, at my insistence, Grandpa took me to see a movie. It doesn't matter what I watch, I just want to
be intimate with you, Master. The party is crowded, I can't be carefree…
I picked the worst movie, found the most secluded seat, snuggled into your arms, and enjoyed our
afternoon together…
No sex, just entanglement; no climax, just gentle caresses. I'm already satisfied. Sexual intimacy
makes one master-slave, but sexual intimacy doesn't preclude master-slave. As long as I can lick your palm, smell your scent, hear your
heartbeat and breath, feel your fingers stroking my hair, I experience endless joy and sweetness…
(To be continued)

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