The Story of Toilet Slaves

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The master drove on without a word. I nestled against his crotch, diligently sucking on his adorable, large penis. I wrapped and swirled my tongue around the glans, probing the tip of my tongue into his urethral opening, lightly massaging the tender, bright red labia. I gently licked the coronal sulcus, lubricating his penis thoroughly with saliva. Then, I puffed out my cheeks and blew air onto his penis, the cool sensation surely comforting him. He gently stroked my bald head with his large hand, then suddenly pressed it down hard. "Don't move." I remained motionless, my mouth still full of his penis. After what seemed like an eternity, a salty, fishy smell filled the air. The master lifted my chin, making me look out. I realized we had reached the sea. The ocean stretched endlessly, waves crashing against the shore, a half-sun hanging where the sky met the sea. At dusk, on the horizon, I happily inhaled the fresh, sea-scented air—it felt wonderful. My owner drove along the coastal road to a secluded beach, a place rarely visited, with only the occasional person or two wandering on the sand. He stopped the car, carrying two chains—one thick and one thin—that he hadn't used when he left. He got out of the car, opened my side door, and led me out by the dog leash around my neck. He led me to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and found an iron bar secured inside. He left a meter and a half of the chain around my neck, wrapped it around the bar, and then bound my hands with the thick chain, also securing it to the bar. The thin chain, threaded through a piercing, extended my penis to its maximum extent. He commanded me to stretch my arms forward, wrapping the other end of the thin chain around my wrists. "Drive in front, you run behind. I'm going to drive you around like a filthy dog, understand?" "Yes, Master!" I answered while looking around, afraid someone would see me, especially since I was naked. "Don't look around!" I quickly looked away, obediently watching my master. He closed the lid, and there was a hole on the edge of the lid that fit the two chains perfectly. It seemed he had drilled the hole intentionally. He grabbed my shoulders, making me keep my arms outstretched and back up, pulling the chains tight. Seeing that both chains were taut and the right length, he patted my bald head with satisfaction, got back into the driver's seat, and started the car. As the car started moving, I walked behind. My master slowly accelerated, and my neck and hands were dragged along as I jogged. With each rise and fall of my body, my penis was pulled and stretched. My master stepped on the gas, and I had to run fast to avoid being dragged to the ground. And so I followed... Pulled along by the chain in my master's car, who was drinking beer and enjoying the pleasure of walking the dog, a sudden roar of engines startled me. I looked ahead in alarm and saw a group of teenagers playing and running from the beach toward the road. I felt utterly ashamed and quickly lowered my head. "Raise your head! If you dare lower your head again, I'll drag you half to death! Your master is walking you, you wretched dog, you should be proud!" I was my master's slave, and I should accept everything he imposed on me. My master was doing this to erode my dignity. I obeyed my master's command and raised my head. When they reached the road and saw me, they were incredibly astonished. My master was driving the car, and I was naked, being led along behind. As the car passed the teenagers, they were so shocked that they shut their mouths, no longer fighting or making a fuss. I ran past them with my head held high, as if nothing had happened. I had overcome my psychological barrier; I no longer cared about losing face. My master really knew how to handle things. The car drove by, and I ran past, leaving those boys rooted to the spot like wooden stakes. The owner accelerated, and I had to run to keep up so I wouldn't be dragged down. I ran with all my might, sweating profusely and panting heavily. After half an hour, the owner slowed down, slowly letting me drift along until I collapsed to the ground. Only then did the owner stop the car, unchain me, lift me into the car, throw me into the back seat, and drive away from the beach. Once I recovered, the owner made me kneel beside him in the front seat and suck his precious thing as usual. A little while later, the car pulled into a secluded little gas station. I wanted to put on my clothes, but the owner stopped me. It was already past 10 o'clock, and only a handsome young man with rosy lips and white teeth was on duty at the gas station. "Xiao Di, fill up the tank!" the owner said, rolling down the window. "Brother, you've arrived." The boy the owner called Xiao Di came over and greeted the owner familiarly. Xiao Di inserted the gas nozzle into the tank and started refueling. Then, he diligently handed over a cloth... As I was rubbing against the windshield, he saw me through the glass, naked and wearing a dog collar. He stared in shock, mouth agape. My master looked at me smugly and said, "This is my sex slave." My master got out of the car, unzipped his jeans, and told me he needed to pee. I was still in shock and told my master the restroom was in the back. My master laughed, "My urinal is kneeling in the car." He beckoned to me as he spoke. I got out of the car, crawled to my master's side, knelt down, and opened my mouth. My master put his penis in my mouth and started peeing. He had drunk quite a bit of beer, so it was a huge stream of urine. I swallowed it eagerly. My master looked down at me and said, "Slave, don't spill a single drop!" I desperately swallowed the large amount of urine he released, without spilling a single drop. When my master finished, he wiggled his penis a few times in my mouth and then pulled it out. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his penis clean. When I finished all this, I turned around and saw the gas station attendant standing there in astonishment, dumbfounded. My master grabbed me by the ear and dragged me into the car. I knelt in front of the passenger seat, and he pressed my head down until my face was on the ground. The space was cramped, and I was curled up. I felt my breathing quicken. My master closed the car door. "Come visit me sometime, and I'll let you experience what it's like to be served by a slave, haha!" My master then drove home. The master carried the dog by the leash through the gate, his steps quick. I scrambled to keep up so I wouldn't be dragged along. He led me into his bedroom. "You lowly slave," he said, "look up. Everything in this room is prepared for you!" I saw an iron bed against the wall, with an iron frame welded to the headboard. The frame had three movable iron plates with adjustable holes connected to wires—a sophisticated electric remote control device. More than twenty iron hooks of various sizes were nailed to the walls, ceiling, and floor. One hook held shackles and handcuffs, another held chains of varying lengths and thicknesses with padlocks. Not only was the bed iron, but the table and chairs were also iron. Even the windows had iron bars welded to them, about the thickness of a finger. A pulley system on the ceiling held thick ropes with hooks. In one corner, several large bundles of rope—thick and thin, long and short, some made of plastic—were piled up. Hemp rope, and hemp rope, lying quietly beside them were whips, rattan canes, sticks, steel pipes, dildos, anal plugs, anal rings—a whole array of tools, a motley collection. My mouth watered at the sight. I thought my master was truly capable, feeling both delighted and terrified. "You wretched dog, go pick something yourself." I immediately spotted the handcuffs and shackles. I hurriedly crawled over, first removing the shackles. They were heavy, the kind of 18-pound death row inmate restraints. I struggled to carry them, kneeling and moving towards my master. He was already sitting in a chair. I placed the shackles beside his feet, then crawled back to get the handcuffs. They were stainless steel, brand new, gleaming with a metallic sheen. Returning to my master, he lifted my chin: "You chose these yourself. Don't complain later." He took the handcuffs, threading the two loops together to disable the chain in the middle. "Turn around, put your hands behind your back. I'll put a heart-piercing handcuff on you first."I turned around, put my hands behind my back, and with two clicks, my master skillfully snapped the handcuffs onto my wrists, pressing them down to tighten them as much as possible, rendering both my hands completely immobile. The hard edges of the handcuffs dug painfully into my wrists, and soon my arms felt numb. "Turn around, sit on the ground, I'll put the shackles on you." I turned around little by little; any larger movement caused excruciating pain in my wrists. My master swiftly slammed the shackles onto my feet. "Stand up, go outside, and run 10 laps around the yard." I struggled to my feet, the shackles clattering as I walked into the yard. The handcuffs were so tight that only by hunching over could I alleviate some of the pain. I tried to run, but I couldn't run at all. Even taking a small step was exhausting. I just trudged around in the yard, the clattering sound jarring in the silence. Soon I was drenched in sweat, tears and sweat streaming down my face. The small yard felt like a long march, my feet shackled with 18-pound iron shackles, tears, sweat, and blood flowing all the way. When would this endless journey end? I probably only managed five laps before collapsing to the ground. After walking the dog by the sea, I was already exhausted, my spirit too weak to keep up. My ankles were burning with pain and bleeding. My owner came out, grabbed the leash, and dragged me back into the house. "You disobeyed your master's orders, and your master will punish you. This time, it's with carrying pole handcuffs." The master loosened the handcuffs, and I immediately felt an unbearable numbness and pain, as if an electric current was running through my arms. I trembled violently. Before I could recover, the master ordered me to turn around, bend one of my arms from my shoulder to my back, and twist the other arm from below, handcuffing both hands behind my back. I struggled to push my chest forward to alleviate the pain of my arms being pulled so hard. It was unbearable; the hellish pain forced me to beg my master to let me go. I knelt before him, kowtowing repeatedly. The master looked at me excitedly, his penis erect. "Hmph, trying to loosen..." "Okay, fine, but the next pig shackles will make you wish you were dead." My master untied me, and my arms trembled uncontrollably. He tied my legs tightly with a rope, handcuffed my wrists behind my back with a heart-piercing handcuff, bent my head down and tucked it between my thighs, and tightly connected the dog chain around my neck from my buttocks to my back to the handcuffs, making me look like a ball. He stomped on my head a few times, and I immediately felt short of breath. Not only were my hands numb and my wrists painful, but my arms and shoulders were also numb all the way down. It felt like my body was no longer mine. My neck was not only clamped between my legs, but also tightly pulled by the dog chain. It was truly a living hell. I whimpered and begged my master to spare me. 9^ My master ignored me for a long time, propped his legs on my back, and leisurely smoked a cigarette. He would occasionally step on my back with his feet. My body was completely numb, and I couldn't feel any pain. I could wholeheartedly enjoy my master's sadistic sexual pleasure. In this state, I felt a strong sense of pleasure. I wanted to be bound like a dumpling by my master forever, curled up at his feet. As long as I could hear his voice and touch him, I would let him kick me, step on me, and stomp on me. I would let my master do whatever he wanted with my lowly body without any regrets. After resting for a while, the master loosened the handcuffs and leash. My arms felt numb and itchy, and I remained in the same handcuffed position, unable to move for a long time. The master, annoyed, slapped my bald head twice, signaling me to look up. As soon as I lifted my stiff neck, the master shoved his dripping penis into my mouth. I licked it diligently, desperately trying to please the master. I longed to serve him, to eat his treasure. I gazed up at the master's handsome face. Under the diligent work of my tongue and warm, moist mouth, the master enjoyed the slave's licking skills, his eyes slightly closed, his head tilted back, smiling with pleasure, revealing two rows of white teeth. Suddenly, I had the urge to kiss the master, but I knew I had no right to. A slave could only obey the master's orders and should not have his own opinions. I licked while gazing at him with longing. As I swallowed my master's penis, I began to feel suffocate, trying to catch enough air with the rhythm of his thrusts. Suddenly, he pulled his penis out of my mouth and ordered me to sit on the iron chair. As soon as I sat down, shackled to my feet, he tied my hands to the armrests of the chair with rope. He then ordered me to lift my legs and hung the iron ring in the middle of the shackles to an iron hook on the roof. My legs were suspended high, my buttocks fully exposed. He took a thick, long dildo, spat on it twice, and tried to force it into my anus. But it was too thick to go in and had to be pulled out. He took out a tube of chlorhexidine and smeared a lot on the dildo and my buttocks. Then he slowly pushed the dildo into my anus until it was completely inside. The feeling of a foreign object entering was really uncomfortable. The master turned on the button on the dildo, and it began to vibrate and keep pushing inside. "Ooh ooh ooh ooh!" I cried out. The thing was thrusting and hitting my rectum and prostate inside. I was so excited. Prostatic fluid kept dripping from my urethra. The master watched me for a while with his arms crossed, then left. A little while later, the aroma of meat wafted in. An hour later, the master returned with a bowl of beef soup. The soup contained ginseng, deer antler, and red goji berries. The master placed the bowl on the table. "How was it? Was the stinky slave comfortable?" "Thank you, master. It was extremely comfortable. Master, fuck me! Fuck me! I beg you!" The master pulled out the dildo and immediately felt a void. Fortunately, the master immediately inserted his large penis to fill the emptiness. The man spread my legs and forcefully thrust into my anus, full of masculine power. His scrotum slapped against my buttocks, making a crisp and pleasant sound. The master liked to pull out his penis completely before thrusting back in. This was the purpose of the master using a dildo to fuck me for an hour—to ensure that my anus was fully open, ready to receive his penis's wanton invasion. The master's vigorous thrusting gave me a pleasure I had never felt before. I had been a bottom before, but I had never felt so wonderful. I thought I would never leave my master. I longed to be used by him anytime, anywhere, to enjoy this feeling of being completely conquered. When the master entered my body, I felt a sense of happiness arise spontaneously. In the fiery season, I felt a deep love, a strong and special love that only my master and I could enjoy. I was completely satisfied. With each more intense and urgent thrust, a warm stream shot into my body. My master had given me everything. At that moment, I felt a wave of dizziness. I had never ejaculated so rapidly. My own semen sprayed onto my head, face, chest, and lower abdomen. My master patted my face affectionately, picked off a strand of semen hanging from my bald head, and smeared it into my mouth. I greedily sucked on his fingers. "Alright, I'll take you off now. Lick everything in this bowl clean. I'll take good care of my slave, give you extra nutrition, and keep your body in good condition to serve me." My master untied me, pried off the shackles, and placed the bowl on the ground. I was starving after not eating all day. I lay on the ground and devoured the beef that my master had carefully prepared for me in no time! My master also took off his clothes and stood in front of me. Looking at his chest, which was straight and strong from years of training, and his arms, which were as thick as a thousand pounds, I felt very happy to be my master's slave. I knelt quietly at his feet. “Tell me what you are.” “I am a slave, Master!” “Whose slave?” “Your slave!” “What does it mean to be my slave?” “It means that I exist for my master’s pleasure, my body belongs to my master, and my master can use my body in any way he pleases!” “You must love everything your master gives you, and if you have any resentment or complaints, confess them to me immediately, understand?”"Yes, Master!" "Unless I give you permission, you are not allowed to speak. You can be used by me at any time, and you must show me respect at all times. You are forbidden from using the furniture, and you are not allowed to do anything without my orders, understand?" "Yes, Master!" "You must also abide by any new rules I add at any time." "Yes, Master." "To become a slave, you have to learn many things. Now you need some humiliation to understand your place!" After saying that, the master went out and came back with a stainless steel folding ladder in his right hand and a rope in his left. The master leaned the ladder against the wall, grabbed my ear, and pulled me up. "Step onto the second floor of the ladder and stand there." After I stood there, the master made me turn around to face him. Then the master also climbed the ladder, pressed close to me, and our two hard penises pressed together. I was so excited. Then the master ordered me to raise my hands, tied my wrists together with the rope, and then made me raise my hands high. The ends of the rope were tied to the iron hooks on the roof. The master climbed down the ladder, grabbed my legs, removed the ladder, and released me. "Ahhhhhh!" "I was completely suspended in mid-air, all my weight on my wrists. The intense pain made me scream. My master slapped me twice, telling me to bear it. The slaps made me see stars. I bit my lip, afraid to make another sound. My master turned on the cold water and used a hose to spray icy water on my body, saying it was to give me pain relief. I trembled all over from the cold. Slowly, my wrists went numb, and I couldn't feel the pain anymore. My master then turned on very hot water to rinse my body, and then lathered soap around my penis, carefully shaving all my pubic hair. Next, he shaved my thighs, arms, armpits, lower abdomen, and chest. Then he turned my body around and shaved the hair around my anus and scrotum. In this way, all the hair below my neck was gone. After shaving, my master touched my smooth skin with great affection. My master moved a ladder over, had me use it to climb up, untied the ropes on my wrists, and lifted me down. 'Thank you, Master!'" "My legs went weak and I knelt at my master's feet. He went out and brought a stool, sat down in front of me, and ordered me to suck his penis. He clamped my head between his legs, smeared Gillette foam all over my head, and started shaving my head bald with a Mach3. He shaved very carefully, shaving five times with the shaving motion. I felt light and cool on my head, extremely comfortable. He pulled his penis out of my mouth. 'Stand up, I want to inspect my work.' I stood up. He turned me around, touched my buttocks, stroked his penis, squeezed my testicles, patted my bald head, and smiled, as if he was very satisfied with his work. 'You're starting to look like a slave now. Go look in the mirror. This is the image of a lowly slave you'll maintain from now on.'" "I looked in the mirror and saw that my whole body was completely bald. My penis was bald like a baby's, and my head was bald like a ball. Touching it, it was very smooth, without a single hair. Looking at the shiny, naked boy in the mirror, I felt a genuine liking for this clean image. It was quite sexy, and my little bird stood up high again. 'Lie down, you lowly dog,' I said, like a soldier hearing the bugle call to charge. I got down on all fours, bent over, stuck out my buttocks, and lowered my head, showing my obedience and submission to my master. My master kicked my buttocks twice and said, 'Good boy, you will become a good slave. I will be proud of you.' I excitedly rubbed my head against my master's strong thighs, which were like those of a football player, and shook my buttocks excitedly. 'Don't move, master is going to clean the filth inside your body.'" "I understood, my master was going to give me an enema. He gestured for me to stick my butt out, pulled out the anal plug, and threw it aside. I obediently lay on the ground. I watched as my master unplugged the drain hose from the washing machine, connected one end to the faucet, and inserted the other end into my buttocks. My buttocks were already stretched open by the anal plug, and my master easily inserted the hose deep into my buttocks. 'You brat, don't leak a single drop of water without my permission, or I'll punish you!' My master turned on the faucet, and a stream of cold water continuously rushed into my rectum."Cold water washed over my rectum, and my belly filled with more and more water, growing larger and larger. The urge to defecate grew stronger and stronger. I clenched my anus, trying to hold it in. Too much water had entered. I looked up at my master pleadingly, hoping he would release me, but he shook his head: "Hold on, you stinking dog, this is just the beginning!" Seeing that I hesitated and hadn't lowered my head, he raised his big foot and stomped on the back of my head. My forehead hit the floor with a thud. He then inserted an anal plug into my anus. I writhed in pain, gasping for breath to relieve the churning urge to defecate. With my master pressing on my head, my belly felt like a woman in her tenth month of pregnancy, and my lower body felt like a huge pot had been placed over my head. After a while, he finally pulled out the anal plug, allowing me to defecate. "Thank you, Master!" I said as soon as I sat on the toilet, the water and waste in my belly poured out. After I finished urinating, I lay down again, and my master forced me to defecate again. This time, the water wasn't as murky. "This is the last time, let's try something different. You have to hold it in, or I'll make you suffer terribly!" This time, my master forced me to defecate more than the previous two times. I tried my best to hold it in; the water in my stomach was like a raging flood trying to burst out. Just then, my master ordered me to lie on my back. He stomped hard on my stomach with his big feet, massaging my round belly up, down, left, and right. I screamed in pain, but my master showed no mercy and continued to stomp on my stomach. Then, my master turned off the water, pulled out the drain pipe, and sat down on my stomach. At first, my master supported himself with both hands behind his back on the floor, then with one hand, and finally sat completely on my stomach, his body moving up and down, squeezing my stomach. Although I tried my best to endure it, I finally couldn't bear my master's actions. The weight of my body caused the water in my stomach to leak out. My master flew into a rage, kicking me hard, slapping my mouth, and slapping my bald head. Then he reinserted the hose into my anus, turned on the tap, and poured water in again. He then stuffed a plug into my anus. Still enraged, he took out a rope and tied me up, making me stand on the ladder again and hanging me up. The rope tightened around my wrists, almost breaking them. My master took out a shoe brush and vigorously scrubbed my armpits, inner thighs, and soles of my feet. It was painful, numb, and unbearably itchy. "Master, I was wrong! Please forgive your slave! I'll obey! I won't do it again!" "There will be a next time! Next time, I'll kill you!" My master then used a toothbrush to scrub my glans and coronal sulcus. The hard bristles mercilessly gnawed at my tender penis, causing both itchiness and pain. After shaving, my penis looked very large, and the toothbrush... The brushing made it swell even more. My master put down the toothbrush, tied my scrotum with a thin rope, leaving a 4-inch end in the front, and then wrapped another thin rope around it, leaving an end in the back. He tied the two ends together in a knot, and then hung a 10-pound iron ball from the connected rope. My testicles were pulled down to the ground, separated from my penis. "From now on, you'll hang on this iron ball for one hour every day, and the weight will keep increasing. Aren't you a lowly dog? Your testicles will droop like a dog's, and you'll get daily exercise to lengthen your scrotum." After saying this, my master lowered the rope so my toes could barely touch the ground, then gave me a smug look and walked away. I hung alone on the iron hook, the iron ball on my scrotum, my belly bulging, and fluid slowly leaking from around the anal plug, dripping down my thighs. Is this what I need?! The pre-ejaculate dripping from my urethra told me the answer! "My toilet slave, it's time for you to serve your master. I just drank 10 bottles of beer, and now I'm giving them all to you!" About an hour later, the master came in, moved a ladder, climbed up, untied the ropes on my hands, hugged me, and pressed me down between his legs. I crawled at the master's feet like a thirsty puppy, my mouth wide open. "No, master, give you a shower first." A stream of bright yellow urine gushed from the master's urethra. The master's machine gun was aimed at my body, and the warm urine splashed onto my bald head, face, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, then my chest, lower abdomen, crotch, and thighs. The master had been holding in a large amount of urine, as if it would never run out. The master's warm urine warmed my body, and waves of pleasure born from humiliation and subservience surged through my brain, mind, and prostate. Some semen dripped from my urethra, very sticky, forming a line hanging on my penis. Finally, the master inserted his penis into my mouth, spitting out the last few drops, and ordered me to lick his penis dry. The master's urine was a little salty, a little sour, a little spicy, and a little pungent. I had already accepted the master's email order to drink my own urine every night before bed. Now I find my master's urine quite palatable, even delicious. After he finished, he tied me up with a rope, like binding a death row inmate, hoisting my wrists from behind to my neck. I don't know when I developed some kind of flexibility, but even when he pulled my arms back with all his might, they didn't break. I discovered I could also be bound like a death row inmate, arched forward and backward. He grabbed my bald head with his large hands, forcing me to tilt my head back, straddling my neck with his legs, and inserted his penis, starting to fuck my mouth. His penis slowly swelled in my mouth, completely blocking it, making me blush and have difficulty breathing. Finally, his penis shoved into my throat, thrusting in and out repeatedly. I carefully served him with my honed sucking and licking skills, matching his rhythm, and... As his penis left my mouth, I inhaled deeply. Ten minutes later, with even more vigorous thrusting, he ejaculated all his semen into my mouth, ordering me to swallow it all. He gently patted my bald head, satisfied with my performance. I wiggled my ass, thanking him for fucking me, making joyful moaning sounds. A puddle of my semen was already dripping onto the floor beneath my penis. He pressed my head down, ordering me to lick it all clean. After I finished, he lifted my head, and I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for release. The little sprite inside me was thriving, eager to burst forth. I was trembling with excitement. He pressed my head back with his left hand, slapped my mouth repeatedly with his right, and massaged and stomped on my penis and testicles with his feet. My face... My head was burning, my whole body was hot, and an unprecedented pleasure washed over me. I felt like I was on a bungee jump, my body soaring high into the air, spinning and then crashing back to the ground. The pleasure overwhelmed me, and I passed out. When I woke up, my master had already untied me and was gently washing and rinsing my body like a puppy. After rinsing me clean, my master ordered me to squat under the showerhead. Then, my master straddled my neck and began to bathe me. The bathwater washed over my body, and I bore the weight of my master's body. As I savored the comfort of my master's sexy buttocks and penis and scrotum on my neck and the back of my head, I silently recited in my mind, "I am my master's slave. I am worthless. This is the treatment I deserve. I am my master's bench. I am my master's sewer!"After my master finished showering, he made me stand up to dry him off. Then, he grabbed the dog collar around my neck, and I crawled to another room. This room was spotless, with all sorts of appliances, especially high-end recording equipment like video cameras, camcorders, and digital cameras. My master sat on a leather sofa in the middle of the room, made me kneel facing him with my hands behind my back and my legs spread wide. He took the metal ball off my scrotum, patted my head, and said, "Master is very satisfied with your performance today. It's your first time here. Let me have a smoke and rest for a bit, then I'll take you for a walk as a reward!" "Thank you, Master!" "Good boy, use your dog mouth..." "Bring me the cigarettes from the coffee table." I turned around, picked up the cigarette pack with my mouth, and offered it to my master with a pout. My master took out a cigarette, and I turned back and placed it on the coffee table. Then I picked up the lighter and handed it to my master. My master lit the cigarette and started smoking, occasionally blowing smoke in my face, letting this lowly slave have some of his attention. "Little dog, come here and be my ashtray." I stuck my head under my master's cigarette, opened my mouth, and tilted my head back, waiting for my master to flick the ash into my mouth. My master waited until a long piece of ash was hanging from the cigarette before flicking it off. The ash fell into my mouth, and I swallowed it with my saliva. "Get dressed!" "Yes, master." I quickly got dressed, and my master left. I lay on the ground, my buttocks raised, back bent, head bowed, waiting for my owner. He returned, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, carrying three chains—two thick and one thin. He attached one of the thick chains to the dog collar, then led me, crawling out of the house and to the yard gate. There, he pulled me up by the chains, stuffing them inside my clothes before leaving the yard. He then forced me to sit in the front seat of the car. After getting in, he looked at me sternly. I understood his meaning and immediately stripped naked and knelt under the seat. I lowered my head and used my mouth to unzip my master's pants, pull down his underwear, and take his big cock into my mouth. My master rubbed my bald head with satisfaction and drove off. When we arrived at a bustling street, my master told me to look up and admire the city. We came to a nationally famous avenue. My master's car seemed to enjoy special privileges on this street; he could make U-turns and turn left into the opposite lane at will. The police even stopped the cars behind us to make it easier for my master's car to pass. Goodness, who is my master? He's so powerful! I felt even more respect for my master! After driving for half an hour, my master's car stopped in front of a store. He told me to lie down while he went to buy beer. When he returned with a case of beer, a traffic cop on a motorcycle stopped next to his car: "Sir, parking here is prohibited. 20 yuan fine!" My master quickly smiled apologetically: "Officer, I'll only be here for less than three minutes. I'll drive away right away. Please don't fine me. I promise it won't happen again." The cop's face was stern: "No." "Please make an exception." "No means no. Why waste so much money?" I handed the cop the money, got into the car, and started driving while dialing my cell phone: "Is this Old Zhang? That little cop from your station actually fined me. I begged him, but it was no use. He's so ungrateful. I want him to disappear from the city within three days. I don't want to see him again. Do you hear me? His badge number is ****852!" My master hung up the phone, pushed me onto his lap, and said, "The police chief has to listen to him. My master is really powerful. I have both respect and fear for him!"

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