【The Cruel Conspiracy of a Middle-Aged Dancer】(Complete) Author: skygou

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Author: skygou
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Fellow enthusiasts, this is my first post, please forgive my poor writing. My master is a
dancer in a dance hall in our county. That dance hall is a place frequented by rural officials (mostly older village cadres).
I first met the Queen at the hair salon opposite my clothing store. I was only 23-24 years old at the time.
When I first saw her, I didn't feel anything for her, I just thought she spoke rather rudely. Actually, at first, I thought she was just an
ordinary middle-aged prostitute (she was 43 at the time). After a while, I saw her wearing a low-cut
black dress, sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, and I saw her pink underwear, and that's when I started to feel something. From
that day on, I started paying attention to my master. Every day when she passed by my store, I would pay attention to her, and I became more and more attracted to her
. I really wished I could kneel at her feet like a dog and serve her at all times. I remember confessing my feelings to the female lead for the first time about six months later.
One morning, I bumped into her on the street and mustered up the courage to tell her.
I followed her for several blocks until we reached a quieter place, where I finally asked for her phone number. She saw I was a
young man, and quite handsome, and, fearing I was a scammer, ignored me and took a taxi. I was quite upset.
That evening, I went to her dance hall, where older women were all hanging out. I was embarrassed and blushed as I asked
the host for a table. When the host arrived at the private room and saw me, she was initially surprised, as she was a woman from the streets.
We quickly started chatting, and it wasn't until the dance hall closed late at night that I told her I wanted to keep her as a mistress, offering her 1500 yuan a month. She immediately
agreed, feeling she had gotten a great deal. That night, when we arrived at her place, I revealed
my despicable nature. I closed the door and knelt down. She was stunned and asked what was wrong. I said I wanted to serve her. She
asked why, and I said I admired her too much. I said I was willing to do anything for her, and from now on, I would be her slave. I'll call you
Master from now on. I can only kneel before you. You can insult me, hit me, or scold me if you're unhappy...
At the time, Master was a novice and didn't know anything about BDSM, but she thought it would be nice to have someone serve her, so she agreed. When it was time to sleep
, she asked me to sleep with her because she wanted to have sex with me. I immediately said that Master
, this slave is not qualified to have sex with you. If Master wants me to, I can lick your vagina. Master
felt excited because she used to always give blowjobs to her clients, so she agreed. When I first touched her vagina, the
smell mixed with her cheap perfume made me want to vomit. But I couldn't help it because I worshipped Master. I closed my eyes and
licked vigorously for about half an hour. I couldn't lick anymore, so Master let me go and asked me to sleep with her.
I immediately said that this slave can either sleep between your legs or under your bed. This slave is not qualified
to sleep with you. Master understood and kicked me off the bed. I knew where I should sleep.
The master didn't get up until noon the next day. I had been kneeling at the head of her bed the whole time. When she got up and came to
eat, I found it funny to see her kneeling there. I helped her prepare her toiletries by the bed. The master asked me to
take the spittoon. I asked her what she needed it for, and she said she wanted to spit. I said, "Master, spit it into my mouth." The master found
it quite amusing and spat three big mouthfuls into my mouth. The taste was really unpleasant, but I was secretly happy
to finally taste the master's saliva. Then the master needed to urinate. At that time, I couldn't accept drinking urine, so I took the spittoon,
put it on my head, and let the master sit on my head to urinate. When the master brushed her teeth, I bottled up the saliva to drink
as a beverage. The master never asked me why I kept it. When it was time to eat... At that time, my master and I went to
a small restaurant outside. I followed behind my master the whole time. After we entered the private room and ordered
, I stood behind my master. When my master told me to sit down, I said, "When my master eats, I can only kneel. Now that we're
outside, it's disrespectful for me not to kneel. How dare I sit?" My master said, "Then you can stand.
You don't need to kneel outside in the future, so people won't look at you like you're a monster. Will you eat with me later?" I said, "If that's
what my master says, I'm even less qualified to eat with him. I can only eat his leftovers, preferably
with his saliva, snot, and bits of food stuck in his teeth..." My master laughed and said, "You little slut, I
hold a high place in your heart. " Ah, I like you more and more… I said: It's my blessing to serve my master
. Ah… Soon all the food was served, and my master was eating at the table. My stomach rumbled a few times, and my master knew I
was hungry, so she spat the food she had chewed onto the table and said: "You slut, eat this…" I was so touched that I almost cried
, and I thanked my master repeatedly for the delicious food. At the same time, I saw the contemptuous look in her eyes. After finishing her meal, my master
packed the bones and some chewed food scraps on the table with her mouthwash into a plastic bowl and gave it to
me. After leaving the restaurant, my master gave me the key to her rented house and said: "You slut, go back and
wash the clothes I haven't washed in a while. You don't need to eat this afternoon. I'll bring you my leftovers tonight." ...
I was so grateful that tears welled up in my eyes. My mistress thought I was being wronged and said, "You don't want to? Then let's
break up." I was so scared that I knelt down in the street to explain, which attracted a crowd. My mistress immediately
told me to go back to her rented room. When I got back to the room and was
alone, I realized that my mistress was very lazy. There were smelly socks everywhere, and shoes were scattered all over the place. The room smelled of foot odor and cheap perfume sprayed on her clothes
. When I cleaned my mistress's clothes, I found ten pairs of underwear that smelled of a foul odor. But
I loved the smell, so I put each pair of underwear in my mouth and inhaled the smell while masturbating. I
ejaculated almost ten times in a row, and then I accidentally fell asleep.
I didn't wake up until after midnight when my master returned. When he saw me with his underwear over my head
, and Xiati wearing his underwear with semen on it (his underwear
was silk), he got furious. He grabbed a slipper from the floor and started hitting me. Poor me, I was still
dreaming when the sudden pain jolted me awake. My mouth was still full of his dirty underwear. He kept hitting and cursing me, saying, "You filthy slut!
I told you to wash the clothes, and you're sleeping here! I'll beat you to death, you bitch! See if you ever dare to ignore my words again!"
I tried to take the underwear out of my mouth, but he said, "No need, just keep it in your mouth so you don't scream."
Then she started beating me like raindrops. I cried on the floor. My mistress beat me for a full hour, leaving me covered in
bruises. When she got tired, she sat in a chair for a while, then grabbed my hair and dragged me to the bathroom, making me
kneel inside. She put a slipper on my head and made me face the wall as punishment. About an hour later, my mistress came to the bathroom
to defecate and saw me asleep against the wall. She slapped me hard across the face again, cursing, "You slut, enjoying yourself now?"
I immediately knelt down. My mistress continued to slap me and spit on my face while defecating. After she finished, she made me kneel and lie face down,
then put her shoe on my back and marked it with an eyebrow pencil, saying that if the shoe was moved tomorrow...
Fang then skinned me alive. Today I'm not flushing my poop; you can look at it and reflect on your actions. By the way, let me tell you,
I have a terrible temper and a rather vicious heart. If you can't stand it, you can get out now.
But if you can, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead. I've
been humiliated by you men so many times over the years; meeting someone like you is truly a blessing from heaven. I never imagined that at over forty,
a young man in his twenties would become my slave. I'm so happy! I said, "Master, this slave is willing to die at your hands." The master became
interested and said, "Close the toilet door, it stinks!" After I closed the door, the master asked me from outside: "Do you have a girlfriend?"
I said, "I've always wanted one, Master, but I don't have one." The master then asked what I did for a living. I said, "I
'm a businessman." The master asked if I did it alone. I said yes, my parents do business in another city. The master asked, "
How much do you earn in a year?" I said, "Over a hundred thousand." The master asked, "Do you own a house in the county town?" I answered yes. The master
didn't say anything. A few minutes later, I heard my master say, "You slut, come out!" I crawled out of the toilet and saw my master
sitting in a chair wearing a silk nightgown, holding a stick and glaring at me hatefully. I knew I was about to be beaten again.
My master walked up to me, took off his underwear, and told me to put it in my mouth and gag myself. Then,
the stick began to beat me like raindrops. After ten minutes, the beating stopped, and my body was covered in welts. My master said, "
Take out your underwear. I have some questions for you. If you don't answer well, you'll die from my beating today." I trembled and
took out my underwear, waiting for my master's questions. My master said, "You slut, how much money do you earn in a year? You only give me 1,500 a month . Is that
fair to me?" I knew the master thought 1500 was too little, so I immediately said, "Master, we'll split it in half." The master
laughed a few times, and then the rain of blows came again. While hitting me, he said, "I'm going to hit you now, you have to answer. If you answer correctly, I'll
stop." I said 7:3, 8:2, 9:1, until I said it was all from your stick, then he stopped. The master said,
"I'll provide you with food and drink every month, and I'll give you 15 yuan for pocket money. I'm being kind to you." I said, "Thank you, Master." The master said, "From now
on, the clothes you wear will be the ones I don't want anymore. You don't have any objections, do you? When you go out, wear your own clothes. " All I
could say was, "Thank you, Master, or else..." Then came another beating. The master asked me who lived in my house in the county town,
and I said I lived alone. The master said, "You know what to do tomorrow, right?" I said, "Please come stay at my humble servant's house tomorrow."
The master grunted and said, "I'm going to sleep now. The leftovers I brought back for you are in the trash can by the bed. Go get them and
eat them. I won't punish you by making you kneel today. Oh, and take them to the toilet to eat. Don't flush my excrement. You'll
sleep smelling it tonight. Oh, and give me your bankbook tomorrow. If you dare to hide anything, you know the consequences. If you have any more questions,
I've thought them through before I ask you. Now get out of here. I'm going to sleep."
The next day at noon, the mistress arrived at my house after I led her in. As soon as she entered, I knelt down to change her shoes.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the over 200-square-meter apartment. After changing her shoes, she looked around the house
and then took my room. She then threw her nearly tattered quilt into the bathtub in my bathroom and made me sleep there. Afterward,
she ordered me around doing this and that. When she finished, she took a very worn-out cheongsam from her suitcase and threw it on
the floor, saying, "From now on, you'll wear this cheongsam at home." The mistress was a little taller than me. My breasts were quite large,
and the old cheongsam I wore felt a bit loose. After I got dressed, the hostess told me to kneel at her feet. Her feet
smelled terrible, but I found the smell intoxicating. Then she said, "I'm going to work at the dance hall later. You go to the shop to collect the money.
After you collect the money, come pick me up from the dance hall." That evening, I went to the Mochou Lake Dance Hall, where the hostess worked.
As soon as I entered, she called over three of her close female friends and said, "This is my boyfriend. He's very obedient to me. He's been pursuing
me for a long time, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him, so I agreed to date him..." My master's three sisters looked at her with envy
. Then, my master gently told me, "My little husband, to show you love me, go wait for me
in the restroom in our sisters' break room after work..." My master's three sisters followed me to the break room.
Seeing me kneeling in the restroom, one of the plump dancers tried to pull me up, but I dared not move. Finally , I begged the plump dancer, "Sister, please let me kneel here." (The plump dancer's name was Zhou Lianrong). My master gave 　　me a
disdainful look.
I left happily. At midnight, the master finished work and took three of his favorite dancers to
dinner. The five of us booked a private room. As soon as we entered, the other four sat down, and I stood
next to the master. Sister Zhou told me to sit down. There was another dancer named Huang Huihui, so I called her Sister Huang. Sister Huang also pulled me, and
I lost my balance and accidentally sat on a stool. At that moment, I heard the master grunt. I immediately stood up, and
the master said, "Don't stand there. Go kneel in the corner." I had no choice but to go to the corner. Sister Zhou then said to the master, "Yali, why are you doing this?" The
mistress said that's how you treat your boyfriend, otherwise he'll dare to rebel later. Her sisters all said she was lucky
; a woman in her forties found a young man in his twenties who was so obedient. Even during the meal, she didn't
let me off the hook. One minute she'd say, "Little husband, I need to spit," the next she'd say the food tasted bad and she needed to spit it out, which
naturally ended up in my mouth. Then she'd say her feet were itchy and she wanted me to scratch them. I accidentally used too much force and
got a slap in return. After we finished eating, she paid the bill. Her sisters said, "Little husband, you haven't eaten yet?" She said
, "Pack up what you spit out, and each of you spit a few times. When we get back, I'll force him to eat." Haha...
After saying that, she put her arm around me and we left, her sisters following. After parting, I went home with her. I
helped her change her shoes, and she took my bank card. There was over 700,000 yuan in the card. She said she'd buy
a car tomorrow for easier travel, and then threw her socks in my bathtub, saying I wouldn't have to wash them anymore.
She gave me new old socks every day, and then my owner would poop in the toilet next to me. After she finished, I would help
her clean her poop. My owner said that my performance that day was okay and that I could go to sleep, but as usual, I had to
flush the toilet the next day. Then my owner went to sleep.
My owner went out to play mahjong. I'll write about it later. I've lived with my owner for a month now, and
I've learned a bit about her family situation. I even drove to her hometown, a very remote and poor place.
Her husband is disabled, and they have a daughter, but my owner treats her very badly, constantly
calling her a whore. Her husband, seeing my owner's current state, doesn't say anything. (Later I learned that the so-called
daughter was the disabled man's daughter with his previous wife.) My owner is infertile due to numerous abortions in her youth
. She married her disabled husband because she wanted someone to rely on in her old age, but now that she has me, she's going back
to get a divorce. As soon as the car entered the village, many people gathered around. People started whispering when they saw my owner
. My owner felt proud, being one of the few people in the village who rode back in her own car. When it was my turn
... In her home, the woman immediately demanded a divorce from her husband, claiming I was her "younger husband." The villagers were in an uproar
. How could a young man in his twenties fall in love with an older woman like Yali
, who was a prostitute? The young man looked like a city dweller—it couldn't be! Then, the woman smiled at me and said, "Younger husband, go outside and
kneel down, slapping yourself and saying you love me." I had no choice but to go outside, kneel down, and slap myself, loudly
proclaiming, "I love Yali!" At that moment, the whole village thought I was mentally unstable. Later, the woman's disabled husband
agreed to the divorce, but hoped the woman could take their daughter out of the village to develop her life in the city. The woman agreed to take Zhang Wen,
the disabled daughter. When we got home, I knelt down to help the woman take off her shoes. Xiao Wen was watching.
The woman raised her hand and slapped me, saying, "You bitch, get out! Did you come here to enjoy yourself? Didn't you see what my 'younger husband' is
doing?"
"You still dare to stand there? Get out of my house, I don't want you anymore..." The girl was so scared that she immediately knelt down to take off her master's shoes. Then
I carried my master to the sofa. My master told me and Xiaowen to kneel in front of him and give him a massage. Then he told Xiaowen
to set rules. Although my master is rich now, he still often goes to work at the dance hall. Because
he dresses better now that he is rich, he often chooses the dancers with the highest success rate. One day, my master brought a village cadre to his house. Xiaowen and I immediately
went to change the shoes for my master and his guest. The village cadre felt like an emperor. My master said:
"Secretary Liu, coming to my house for 1500 isn't a bad deal, is it? My little husband will serve us, and there's a little slut next to us,
how exciting!" The village cadre said, "Can I play with that girl?" The host said, "Of course, the little slut is a virgin.
You want to add 1000..." The village cadre said, "Anyway, it's public funds, so I'll add 1000." That night, the village cadre and
Xiaowen lost their virginity. When he was with the host, he couldn't get hard anymore. The host was very angry that he hadn't satisfied himself. I know
I'm done for again. The host called me to the innermost guest room. I crawled in. The host wasn't wearing anything, her large,
sagging breasts were on her chest. Then, the master told me to take her slipper and slap myself, saying I
was an impotent man. A while later, the village official left, and the master yelled, "You little bitch, get over here!" Xiaowen
knelt before the master, and the village official's semen slowly dripped out. The master said, "Little bitch,
lick up what's coming out of your cunt first..." Xiaowen didn't dare to disobey. After she finished, the master pulled up Xiaowen's breasts and started
whipping her with the slipper. Xiaowen begged for mercy on the ground. The master sat on Xiaowen and whipped her for a full hour. Xiaowen's breasts
were bleeding in some places. Xiaowen was whipped unconscious, and the master... Still not satisfied, I tied her to the bed and ordered her to get me
a pair of pointed leather shoes. I inserted them into Xiaowen's vagina. Then, I went to my master's room.
My master wanted me to lick her until she orgasmed. My master wasn't very hygienic; the smell down there was complicated, a mixture of her own secretions and
a man's semen. I didn't know when it had happened. My master told me to thrust my tongue in, and I did
. My tongue went inside her, and she pulled my hair and moved it back and forth, occasionally slapping me. I masturbated
. That night, my master lasted me over an hour. Later, my master asked me if there was any training material online. No, I
introduced my master to the forum. Since then, he hasn't paid much attention to us for a week, locking
me and Xiaowen in the toilet that smelled of his feces every day. I knew even more cruel training was coming. At the time, I didn't know
how to feel.
Now that I have some time, I'll post as much as I can. My master spent a whole week browsing the website in the room. A
week later, he established some rules for me and Xiaowen. He said: "From now on, the male will be called 'Jiba,' and the female will be called
'Jibi.' Together, it means 'Jiba the Child of Lust.' Jiaba will have to clean my noble vagina every day."
"Ao and Piyan, from now on, you filthy tongues will be the first to lick the secretions off my underwear clean. Then, place
the part of the underwear facing my crotch against your nose and mouth until the next day before you can take it off to change into my
dirty underwear," the master continued. "From now on, your task as a slut is to lick my noble, stinky feet. From now on, you sluts
will absorb all the stench from my socks first, then use them as head coverings. You can only take them off after I change into new socks.
Today, you two go to the street and buy a dog cage; that will be your den from now on. Slutty Jiba, today buy some
whips, handcuffs, leg irons, and two dog chains online. I've given you too much freedom before. Also, buy two fake Yangju,
one for each of you so that I can fuck you more easily. From now
on You'll also have to get used to drinking my urine and eating my feces. This is a mandatory course for you. If anyone doesn't accept it
, you'll be in big trouble. From now on, I won't need toilet paper for my urination and defecation. From now on, you two sluts will be my horses. Whoever behaves well
will get to eat the food scraps from my teeth and my tongue coating every day. Every day when I eat,
you two sluts will lick my genitals, and I'll lick your feet. I'm worried you'll be malnourished, so every day I'll
bring back the vaginal discharge from the condoms used by the dance hall girls to supplement your nutrition. Now, go and prepare for my orders. Tonight,
after I get off work, those who draw lots will eat my feces, and those who don't will be used as toilet paper. Haha... Today,
someone is eating the excrement of an old prostitute who's been around for over twenty years. Are you two sluts happy? Me and Xiao...
Wen could only say she was happy, otherwise she wouldn't know what kind of abuse she was being subjected to. The master had to get up, there wasn't time, but
they
could continue later.
That night, the master went to work at the dance hall, leaving only Wen and me at home. Our feelings were different
because I liked the master, a middle-aged prostitute willingly subjected to abuse, while Wen was forced. That
night, Wen said to me, "Let's run away." I immediately threatened her, saying, "If you run away, the security guards in the neighborhood won't recognize you and will arrest you
. Then the master will come to bring you back, and your fate will be terrible." Wen, from the countryside, was terrified
and started crying on the ground… I've always had a question: why did the master
marry Wen's father? It's impossible for the master to be interested in a disabled person. That day, I asked Wen… Wen, Xiaowen said that her father
used to drive a car in a factory in their area. Back then, he was a normal person, earning over three thousand yuan a month.
Her mother died early, and her father sometimes visited prostitutes. Later, he met his employer, who took him back to his hometown
. Initially, the employer treated Xiaowen very well, buying her clothes and good food. They got married soon after,
and everything continued as before. Later, her father was in a car accident and broke both legs. The other party paid over two
hundred thousand yuan in compensation, but the employer refused to use the money to treat her father, delaying the best time for treatment
. As a result, her father became like this. After this incident, the employer seemed to change completely, often beating
Xiaowen for no reason. Xiaowen's father was heartbroken and went to the factory where he used to drive, begging the factory manager for some money. My father did all the work. The factory manager,
seeing my father's pitiful state, assigned him tasks he could manage, hoping it would improve things. However, the factory
manager became addicted to gambling, quickly losing 200,000 yuan. He would take his anger out on Xiaowen when he got home. Eventually, my father couldn't
take it anymore and argued with the factory manager, leading to a physical fight. Naturally, the factory manager won.
From that time on, my father and I fell into a deep abyss of suffering. My father handed over all his wages to the factory manager,
and Xiaowen, at such a young age, had to stay home and do housework. From then on, Xiaowen and her father never ate a hot meal;
they only got to eat the factory manager's leftovers. But soon, the factory manager gambled away Xiaowen's house in town
, forcing the family to return to the countryside. Even there, the factory manager treated my father and me the same way, treating their own family as... The elders
couldn't stand it and argued with the owner. That night, the owner tormented my father and me all night. The next day, the owner left.
After that, the owner would go back every month when my father received his salary to ask for money. Each time, the owner would bring some things, take my father
's salary, and leave. At that time, I was curious and asked Xiaowen, "How did your father agree to you following the owner? Aren't you afraid of
being tormented by him?" Xiaowen said that the time the owner went to her house, he said, "Thank you for my father's kindness. Now that I have money
, I want to repay my father. I must take Xiaowen to the city to take care of her. I will find Xiaowen a good husband in the future." He persuaded
my father, and he agreed. The owner even showed my father a savings book with 700,000 yuan. My father was completely
relieved because the owner had treated Xiaowen very well when her family was better off before. After Xiaowen finished speaking,
she lowered her head and cried, saying she never expected her master to beat her like this again, even more severely than before. Tonight, he was going
to force her to eat feces... Hearing this, I felt I had wronged Xiaowen and was quite sad, but I didn't want to
leave my master. If I let Xiaowen go and my master came back without seeing her, I didn't know what would happen to me
. In the end, I hardened my heart and didn't let Xiaowen run away. I
just finished licking my master's shoes and continued writing. At 12:30 AM, I heard the door open.
Xiaowen and I knew it was my master returning. Although I couldn't accept the idea of defecating, I was still quite excited. Xiaowen knelt at
the door, trembling. My master came in, and Xiaowen and I changed her shoes. Then, my master told me to crawl between her legs.
I thought I was about to defecate. My master said, "Damn, that guy was so good! He fucked me so hard I still
have... " Thinking to myself, "You bastard, this is a nutritional supplement I've been holding for half a day, you should cherish it, don't let me down."
Then the master threw a bag on the ground and said, "You bastard, you drank the fruits of my sisters' entertaining." Xiaowen
opened it and found several condoms inside. There were both male and female vaginal discharges in the bag. The master spat
into the bag. "Sorry, the master called and said he'd be back soon. If the master leaves, I'll finish the
climax
." The master wasn't feeling well today. When he came back, Xiaowen and I took care of him and went to sleep. Now, let's continue writing. I licked the master
's penis. The smell of male genitalia and the master's mature woman scent felt so stimulating and
blissful. After licking for a while, the master said, "You bastard, stretch your tongue out a bit every day at home. I heard that
cutting the nerve under the tongue makes it longer. Tomorrow, I'll cut it for you." "Okay, how was it?" I said, thanking my master.
After licking my master's genitals, my master put his underwear over my head, the crotch of the underwear right in front of my nose. The
smell was so good, there was even some white discharge on it. I was licking it when my master said, "You slut, go get some thin sheets and some transparent tape
." Xiaowen trembled. I knew my master was going to defecate today. Xiaowen brought the things. My master told
Xiaowen to lay out the thin sheets, then took out two small pieces of paper and threw them on the ground, saying, "You two sluts, pick one and see who
serves me defecation today." Fate played a trick on us, and Xiaowen was chosen to eat shit. Xiaowen was so scared that she started crying
, which attracted my master's high heels to slap her face. While slapping her, he said, "You slut, eating my shit is
a blessing you've accumulated over several lifetimes. You dare to cry? I'll slap you as long as you cry." Later, Xiaowen endured it, and
my master stopped. At this time, my master ordered... Xiaowen and I were forced to kneel behind our master's buttocks, watching him poop
out in spurts. To be honest, it was disgusting. His poop was thick, blackish-yellow, and I could see
undigested food on it. The whole room reeked of his feces. He pooped
quite a lot that day. After he finished, he said, "You slut, come here and spread my buttocks." I crawled over, closed my eyes, and started licking. The taste
was really bitter; I gagged. My master heard me and slapped me, but I had to endure it and keep licking.
After I finished, he sealed my mouth with transparent tape. I felt nauseous, but I could
n't vomit what came back up. Thinking about it now, my master was really clever. Then he said, "You slut, it's your turn. Don't disappoint me. Ah
, it stinks here. I'm going back to my room to rest. I'll check in ten minutes. If there's nothing..."
"I'll beat you to death after you finish eating, you bastard! Keep an eye on me, Master!" I replied, "Yes, Master." Just then, Master
spat on my face, right next to my nose. To be honest, Master's breath was a bit smelly. It would have
been better if I had just swallowed it, but constantly smelling the stench of Master's breath and the stench of Master's excrement next to my nose
was quite stimulating. Soon, my little brother got hard. Master left, leaving me and Xiaowen. Seeing
Xiaowen's helpless expression, I really felt sorry for her. If she liked being abused like me, it would be fine, but she's not a
masochist, so it's really difficult for her. Xiaowen just stared at her master's feces, unable to eat. Ten minutes passed quickly
, and her master arrived, wearing a very sexy bright red silk nightgown, probably bought that day
. Seeing the untouched feces, she immediately became enraged, grabbed a chair, and smashed it over Xiaowen's head,
causing a large swelling. Then, she kicked Xiaowen several times, yelling, "You slut
, tie her up! I'm not afraid I can't teach her a lesson today!" After I helped Xiaowen up, her master
told me to pry open her mouth and then pick up... He stuffed feces into Xiaowen's mouth until it couldn't take any more.
Basically, all of the master's feces were inside. Then, the master wrapped several
layers of clear tape around Xiaowen's mouth, and then, straddling me, said, "Let's go back to the room." He left poor Xiaowen in the training room. When we got to the master
's room, he ordered me to the dressing table. It turned out that the master was rewarding me by scraping
the thick coating off his tongue. He put the scraped coating into a cup. After a while, the master
gave me the cup containing mouthwash, saliva, and the scraped tongue coating, saying, "You slut, you didn't behave well today..." "No, this is a reward for you. Quickly
drink it slowly in front of your mistress." I smelled the cup; the smell was so good! Who can blame me for liking it? I
slowly drank the water in front of my master. That night, my master was very happy. After making me ejaculate several times with his feet, he told
me to lick the floor clean before going to sleep. I
've been tormented and exhausted lately, sorry to have kept you all waiting. Continuing from last time, the next day, my master woke up and called
me to his bedside. I drank his morning urine. My master told me to check if Xiaowen was dead. If not, I should check
if she had eaten his excrement. I went to the training room and saw Xiaowen... Wen's eyes were swollen from crying, and her mouth was still bulging.
There was some yellowish liquid on the ground, probably water that Wen had vomited. I went to Wen's side to comfort her,
saying, "It's impossible for you and me not to eat the master's poop. Just accept it and swallow it to avoid getting hurt." Wen
just kept crying and ignored me. After a while, the master came to my side and sat on my back. Seeing that Wen hadn't eaten
the poop, the master lifted Wen's hair and said, "You slut, do you like your face puffed up like this? I
'll grant your wish today." Then the master picked up a slipper and started hitting her. I heard... Hearing the loud slapping sounds
, everyone was a little frightened. Xiaowen's face was probably going to be slapped all over. After three or four minutes of this, the mistress said, "Grandma,
I don't believe in this anymore! Your face is harder than my slipper, you bastard! I'll slap you dozens of times and you still won't eat it
, so I'll beat you to death today!" Xiaowen was probably scared of being beaten. I saw her swallow something, and only then
did a smile appear on the mistress's face. Then the mistress said, "You bastard, you'll have to suffer this week from not eating my shit,
because I've decided to save all my shit for this week in order to cultivate this bastard's love for my shit." "Her,
do you have any objections? I'll speak right away. This lowly bastard is willing to wait. Master's excrement is the best
food in the world. Being able to eat Master's feces is this lowly bastard's greatest honor." The master laughed and said,
"Just don't disappoint me then. You're saying nice things now, but if you don't behave well later, I won't hold back and will
beat you half to death. Okay, it stinks here, take me to wash up..." Actually, I was saying this while secretly hoping
that day wouldn't come. Seeing Xiaowen's situation, I knew. When we got to the bathroom, the master spat a few times
... Inside, she started washing up, and a week quickly passed. During this week, Xiaowen ate her master
's feces without eating a single grain of rice, only taking some anti-inflammatory medicine. Now, Xiaowen, whether she's gotten used to her master's feces
or is so terrified of being beaten, no longer vomits when she eats it. But seeing Xiaowen's current state, neither
human nor ghost, I wonder if it will be my turn soon. The thought terrifies me. I really hope time
slows down, so I won't have to eat feces, but that's impossible, and I can't change
my master's mind.
That night, my master came home from the dance hall. I was terrified because I still can't accept eating feces.
After he came home, Xiaowen and I changed his shoes. He called us to the sofa and said he wanted to go with me to get our
marriage certificate, asking if I agreed. I hesitated because my parents would definitely not agree to me
marrying a woman so much older than me. I said, "I really want to marry you, Master, and serve you for the rest of my life, but I'm afraid my parents will object. If
they object, I'm afraid I'll lose the time I have with you." Master had already thought of this and smiled, saying, "You
can go with me to get a marriage certificate. In front of your parents, just say you're marrying a slut. We'll make sure your parents don't
suspect anything. Legally, we're husband and wife. In the eyes of the world, you and that slut are husband and wife, isn't that good?" I
thought Master was so great, arranging it so perfectly. I said, "Thank you for your arrangement, Master. This servant is overjoyed.
This way, I can be with you openly and honestly." Master said, "You don't have to eat shit today. Before the wedding,
you and Xiaowen should take good care of your health. I won't beat you unless you do something wrong." Xiaowen and I kowtowed to Master,
saying, "Thank you for your great kindness, Master. We will definitely do our best." The master gave Xiaowen some of his old clothes,
saying, "You'll wear these to meet his parents from now on. If you don't behave well, I'll skin you alive. You
two will be sleeping at the foot of my bed tonight." A month passed quickly, and Xiaowen and I both looked much better. The master then asked us
to meet my parents. My parents were very happy to hear I was getting married. When Xiaowen met my parents, she was very
talkative and helped her mother with chores. That day, my parents approved of Xiaowen, thinking she was a diligent and sensible girl
. They gave her 10,000 yuan that day and wanted to meet her family. After returning home, Xiaowen and I
told the master about my parents' thoughts. The master was very happy and said, "Master, please arrange a meeting with Xiaowen's mother as soon as possible."
After everything was settled and with my parents' consent, Xiaowen and I quickly got married. After the wedding, the master...
They went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate. When the people processing the paperwork saw me, a young man,
marrying an average-looking woman in her forties, they whispered among themselves. The master of the house saw this and said, "My little husband, my
feet are sore, rub them for me." I immediately knelt down and rubbed his feet. Everyone was shocked. Suddenly, the master
slapped me and told me to use more force. I wanted to bury my head in a hole. The master
had gained face in front of the women getting married. After getting the certificate, the master and I went home. Then he said, "
I'm going to open a hair salon with the 100,000 yuan your parents gave me. You two will serve me and the girls I've hired there. You sluts will
have to entertain customers. My little husband is the public slave of all my girls. I'll bring all the girls from the dance hall and have
you two fucked to death."

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