My experience as a sex slave

Today is Saturday, a legal day off.

I, Wu Meier, have been my mistress Miss L's private slave for four weeks now. During this time, I have come to understand the meaning and true essence of life. Only complete obedience and service to

my mistress is my primary life, my everything. My mistress is happy today because she has been promoted to senior manager of our company and is even more appreciated by her superiors. I am also sincerely happy for my mistress. This morning, I dutifully served my mistress her breakfast. My mistress said that today she would train me in four areas: public exposure, slutty clothing, exhibitionism, and acting as a prostitute. I silently accepted. Because I am my mistress's private slave, I have no right to express my opinions; I only have the obligation to obey. Besides, I am overjoyed by my mistress's arrangements.

At nine o'clock in the morning, my master took me to the wardrobe in the bedroom to try on clothes. She picked out a light blue spaghetti strap tank top and a light blue-gray tight-fitting short skirt with a front slit, along with pink thong underwear and light gray strappy high-heeled sandals. However, she didn't make me wear lace, and I didn't ask, afraid of being punished, while also feeling a strange, inexplicable desire within me.

At 9:30, my master and I went to the Carrefour supermarket next to the International Exhibition Center. We browsed the second floor; it was incredibly crowded, practically packed. Because I wasn't wearing lace, my tank top clung tightly to my breasts, creating a curve, like lace lining, revealing the full shape of my breasts, even my small nipples were clearly visible.

After being touched repeatedly by several bored men who deliberately rubbed against me, my body began to heat up, and my genitals started to feel wet and itchy. My mistress kept moving towards the more crowded areas, constantly surrounding me and taking advantage of me. It was incredibly difficult for me to move.

Finally, I reached her side and looked up to find myself in the lingerie section, surrounded by all sorts of lace and panties.

Miss Li noticed my disheveled appearance; indeed, I didn't look good. While I was being jostled and groped by a bunch of men, the straps of my tank top had slipped down below my shoulders, the top barely covering my already erect nipples. My skirt was somehow tucked between my legs, and my hair was a mess—I looked like I'd just been raped. Seeing myself in the mirror, I quickly tried to straighten my clothes, but my mistress stopped me. "

Don't straighten yourself," she said. "Just like that, walk around here, circling the lingerie section three times. You can come back here in 10 minutes, understand?" I felt so embarrassed by my revealing clothes. My tank top was constantly on the verge of falling down below my breasts, and the skirt, already short and tight, was practically slitting up to my underwear. I was sure the bottom of my panties was already exposed. But since my master had given me this order, I had to obey. I felt both excited and scared.

So I started walking slowly around the small lingerie area. I had to try my best to make my already impressive breasts stand out even more, otherwise my tank top would fall down at any moment. The skirt was also riding up with each step, and soon I could even see the edge of my panties. I felt like I was walking naked in a crowd, so ashamed I was dying.

Men and women kept looking at me with all sorts of expressions—surprise, excitement, strangeness, contempt, and so on. Those ten minutes felt like ten centuries. Finally, almost 10 minutes had passed, and I was only half a lap away from returning to my mistress, Miss Li. I couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. My little tank top was still trembling precariously on my nipples, and the snow-white skin on my breasts would be dazzling even to a child.

Hands kept crowding around me and touching me, their movements constantly roaming over my body. My lower body was already soaked with fluid, which trickled down my long, slender thighs. Almost there, almost to my mistress.

Suddenly, a man pushed me in the face, giving me a hard pinch on my breast before quickly moving away. My already precarious tank top immediately fell to the ground beneath my breasts. Although one breast was still hanging on, my left breast was now completely exposed, its full, half-ball-like shape bouncing precariously. I didn't know what to do and stopped, frozen in place.

I never imagined exposing my breasts in a crowded supermarket. Yet, my genitals erupted like a volcano, spraying copious amounts of my own fluids onto the inside of my thighs. Waves of excitement assaulted my brain; I almost fainted. If my own moans hadn't woken me, I might have remained there, my breasts exposed to the air, subject to prying and touching.

Finally, I returned to Ms. Li's side. She quickly handed me a set of underwear, pointed to a changing room about twenty meters away, and said, "Go to that changing room and change into this set, then come back here without any outer clothing to get the other set." Then she left.

My uneasy eyes and the exhaustion from my orgasm did nothing to elicit any sympathy or pity from Ms. Li. I had no choice but to run quickly towards the changing room she had indicated, one breast bare. All I saw were ready-made men's clothes! Ah! So this was the men's changing room! My God! But I didn't have time to think too much; everyone around me was staring at this wanton woman.

I quickly lifted the curtain to the changing room. Luckily, no one was using it. I immediately slipped inside and pulled the curtain back shut. I unfolded the set of underwear Miss Li had given me, which was a sexy, low-rise, open-crotch black gauze panty, and no bra. What, what am I going to do?! I felt my heart pounding at over a hundred beats per minute.

But Miss Li was my master, and I was a slave who couldn't be abandoned by her. Her demands were like sacred decrees I couldn't disobey. Besides, the excitement of being naked in front of everyone still lingered between my legs. Finally, my desire overcame my shame. I slowly took off my tank top, miniskirt, and thong, and put on the black gauze low-rise, open-crotch panty my master had given me.

A sexy and alluring woman appeared in the mirror, her face radiating modern, intellectual beauty, yet revealing her proudly full breasts and two long, snow-white thighs adorned with a small, sexy, low-waisted, open-crotch panty. Slightly lifting her legs, the glossy black hair on her genitals was clearly visible. Her

high heels further accentuated the beauty of her body. The marks from her orgasm were still clearly visible between her legs. I felt my face burning hot, and the desire within me surged uncontrollably.

Finally, I lowered my head and gently pulled back the changing room curtain, mustered my courage, and stepped out, truly exposing my uncovered body to the bustling supermarket. I rushed towards my mistress, Ms. Li, while the people around me stared in utter astonishment at my breasts, my beautiful legs, my genitals, and my pretty, blushing face.

Miss Li walked towards me, brushing past me, and told me: "

You did very well. Go change your clothes. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the exhibition center." Hearing Miss Li's words, I was almost moved to tears. This was the best reward a master could give to his private sex slave. I even thought at that moment that I would do anything for my master.

Of course, I returned to my master's side, who was waiting at the entrance of the exhibition center. There were a few minor incidents in between. After I changed my clothes and came out, I was constantly asked by more than a dozen middle-aged men: "Miss, what's your phone number? How much is it per time?" Among them were even old men in their fifties and sixties. Haha... how ridiculous. A few thugs groped me and hurled filthy insults at me, following me all the way to Miss Li, but she chased them away.

Then Miss Li said to me: "You did well just now. Today's public exposure ends here. Since it's your first time, I'll make you wear a pair of panties. You won't have any next time, understand?" I obediently agreed, my heart filled with joy and happiness. "

Now we'll go home and change your clothes. I'll carry out today's second training: slutty clothing (public)." "Yes, Master!" I replied happily.

At 11:30 a.m., we returned to my master's house.

As soon as I entered the house, before I could say anything, Miss Li suddenly turned around and slapped me across the face. I stood there stunned, not knowing why. Miss Li said angrily: "Stupid slut! You're home now, don't you know the rules? You ignorant, lowly dog!" I immediately understood my master's intention. Because I was my master's private sex slave, when no one was around, I had to fulfill my responsibilities and obligations, serve my master well, and allow myself to be used, insulted, and trampled upon by my master.

So I quickly prostrated myself on the ground by the door, face pressed to the ground, begging Miss Li for forgiveness. "

Master! Master! I was wrong, I promise I won't make the same mistake again, please forgive me, please, please!" Woof woof! Miss Li remained silent for a full minute; I could feel her watching me, this lowly dog slave. I dared not move an inch, afraid of angering my master. "

Take off all your clothes, not a single one left, then go downstairs to the mailbox and get yesterday's newspaper. Here's the key. I'll give you fifteen minutes. If you're back early, kneel and wait at the door; if you're late, don't bother coming back!" My God, my master doesn't want me anymore! How can this be? I was born to live for my master! If my master doesn't want me, where will I find my home? Master, please don't abandon me! I will definitely be the most filthy dog slave and obey your every command from now on! Without thinking twice, I quickly stripped off my clothes, skirt, and underwear, leaving only my strappy high-heeled sandals. I grabbed my keys and went to get the newspaper. The door to my master's house slammed shut behind me, and my heart pounded.

Reaching the elevator, I hesitated. Miss Li's apartment was on the ninth floor. It was a weekend, and everyone was off work. If someone saw me, a normally stylish and beautiful professional woman, naked in the elevator, how could I ever face anyone again? But I couldn't disobey my master's orders! Thinking of this, an uncontrollable lust surged within me. My vagina itched unbearably, gushing out wanton fluids, making it impossible for me to restrain myself.

Oh! The blood of a sex slave, a subservient dog, surged through me, assaulting my reason. I was out of control. I could only return to my master's side by completing her task. I had to complete it, no matter the cost. But I am, after all, a capable modern woman, and I know how to best complete the task.

I chose the stairs because in high-rise buildings with elevators, residents rarely use the tiring stairs anymore, so the chances of me running into anyone shouldn't be too high, but the risk is still significant. I found the entrance to this floor's stairs, and in the empty stairwell, the clattering sound of my high heels was so loud and jarring. I carefully descended the stairs step by step, trying to minimize the sound of my heels.

I had already reached the third floor and hadn't encountered anyone yet. Although there was a lot of noise from other people, they had all chosen the elevator. I couldn't help but feel fortunate for my choice.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps and a coughing sound beneath my feet, and I was startled.

I recognized the voice as that of a middle-aged man, coming up to my floor. What should I do? Oh God! In this stairwell, a beautiful young woman like me, naked except for a pair of 12-centimeter-high strappy sandals that prostitutes often wear, would he react to me? Would he despise me? Ignore me? Was he teasing me? Or...? I couldn't imagine it. I'd never reacted so quickly before, turning and running upstairs, praying that the man wouldn't come up from the third floor.

My heart pounded with each footstep and cough, feeling like it might leap out of my throat.

The sounds stopped on the third floor and faded into the apartment doorway. I collapsed onto the dusty cement floor of the stairs, drenched in sweat, as if recovering from a serious illness. My inner thighs were splattered with viscous fluid, and I felt utterly exhausted. In that tense moment, I had been experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, and I had bitten my lip hard to keep from crying out. I even felt like I was floating in space, detached from my body.

I needed to complete the task Miss Li had given me as quickly as possible, to prevent my master from getting sick. I managed to grab the railing with difficulty, using my trembling legs to support myself as I finally stood up. I didn't even have time to brush the dust off my bottom and legs; my legs shook uncontrollably, as if the heels of my high heels couldn't support my weight and might break at any moment. I slowly made my way down the railing…

The stairwell exit was on one side of the building entrance, and the mailbox was on the other. If I wanted to get there, I'd have to pass through a property management office in the middle. It was managed by a single, middle-aged man from out of town, with shifty eyes.

Usually, Ms. Li and I would ignore him when we passed by on our way to work; I'm sure he felt inferior, just secretly watching us from behind and swallowing his saliva. Once, I saw him through a small makeup mirror, staring menacingly at our slender backs, even touching his genitals with one hand. Just seeing him made me feel disgusted.

But today was different. The mailbox was right across from me; I had to pass his window. I had no other choice. I covered my breasts tightly with one arm and my genitals with the other, carefully shifting to an angle where I could see clearly through his window, hoping he wouldn't be there so I could get the newspaper.

The window was empty! Great! I almost jumped for joy. It seemed even heaven was on my side. I quickly strode to the mailbox, searching for my owner's. Where was it? Where was it? Finally, I found it: number 906. I'd never found those numbers endearing. I excitedly inserted the key into the small keyhole. But I overlooked a crucial detail: the building entrance. Lost in the joy and thrill of being unseen and exposed, I was oblivious to everything else. When I finally got yesterday's Beijing Evening News, I turned around and saw that disgusting man—the building manager.

Ah! I screamed, immediately covering my mouth, staring at him, who had silently appeared behind me from the entrance.

We stared at each other for a full minute. I gradually read confusion, surprise, ecstasy, desire, and ferocity in his eyes. The moment I woke up, I rushed towards the stairwell. Thank goodness I finally made it into the stairwell. I figured my brief transformation would leave the man stunned for a moment, but I was already nervous, and my high heels were really too high. Between the second and first floors, the man grabbed my slender waist and pressed me tightly against the wall. He wasn't tall, barely reaching my eyelashes. Terrified, I cowered there, begging him to let me go, sobbing softly. He held my shoulders, pressing his body against me, his eyes gleaming with a wolfish lust. "

Isn't this Miss Wu Meier from 906? What brings you downstairs today? And so elegantly!? Haha... I beg you, let me go, please! My master is waiting for me!" I pleaded with him, weeping.

I thought you were high-level professionals, but it turns out you're doing such shameless things behind my back! Huh? You filthy bitch! Walking around naked, are you a prostitute? Are you a prostitute? Haha... cough... cough... His voice changed with excitement, and he kept coughing. I kept begging him to let me leave, but he wouldn't agree, and his hands started roaming inappropriately over my body.

My breasts were rubbed raw by his rough, dirty hands, and his hard penis pressed against my body. I was desperate. But even in this situation, my body was filled with passion, and the juices from my vagina were already flowing down my thighs to the ground. As he touched my genitals, he kept cursing me:

"Slut, your usual arrogant attitude was just an act. You're a shameless, filthy cunt at heart! I'll fuck you until you're ruined, you filthy cunt! You filthy thing, I spit on you!" "Slut, whore..." Waves of orgasm washed over me. Amidst his insults and lewdness, I reached the peak of my climax. I felt an ecstasy, savoring the exquisite moment, my vaginal muscles twitching uncontrollably at the height of excitement. Seeing my state, he stopped, refraining from further toying with my body. He stared intently into my eyes and said, "

You slut! What do you want? Do you want me to come to my room and have my way with you, or do you want me to take you to the police station and parade you naked through the streets?" I was stunned. I hadn't expected him to make such a demand. I was about to rebuke him, but then I realized he had leverage over me. At the same time, the pleasure of being violated and humiliated by someone I despised began to overwhelm me again. I was almost too weak to speak: "

Just let me go, I'll agree to anything, please!" Even I was surprised how I managed to say those words. "

Okay!" "Come to my room with me. I need you to write me a note so you don't go back on your word, you slut." He then untied the cloth strip from his waist, which he used as a belt, and wrapped it around my neck, holding one end in his hand, before heading downstairs to his room.

I was helplessly dragged down the stairs with him. Thank goodness the lobby was empty, and I was easily led into the mailroom. It felt like I was a lowly dog being led around, following a master who humiliated, oppressed, abused, and ravaged me—how gratifying! My lower body began to stir again. My juices flowed freely. "

Write your filthy name, your workplace, your phone number, and the dimensions of every part of your body on this piece of paper—like how big your breasts are, how big your ass is, how long your legs are, how many men you've been with, etc., understand?" he said to me. "

How long will this take? I haven't finished Miss Li's task yet. I am ultimately loyal to my master." I begged him to let me write later: "I'm sorry, my master is waiting for me to get the newspaper, otherwise he'll punish me. Please let me go first, I promise I'll come back to serve you, you can treat me however you like, just let me go back now so I can complete my master's task, please!" "Waaah..." "Okay, but you have to give me proof first, so take pictures, take all your slutty cunt pictures. If you dare to back out, I'll plaster the whole building with these pictures! Understand?" the filthy man said.

In the next two minutes, he brazenly took dozens of pictures of me in the back room of his mailroom. There were close-ups of my head, pictures of me sitting on the bed with my legs spread, pictures of me kneeling on the floor like a dog, pictures of me touching my genitals, and I had to look natural and seductive. I did as he said, since I'd already been caught and had no chance to resist. Besides, I needed this kind of humiliation myself.

Leaving that man's mailroom felt like a dream. I stumbled up to the ninth floor, to my master's door, terrified he'd abandon me. I completely disregarded my naked body. Just then, my master opened the door, and I threw myself at Miss Li's feet, begging for her forgiveness. "

Perfect timing! Your punishment ends here. Will you repeat this mistake next time?" "I won't! I won't!" I cried as Miss Li dragged me into the house by my long hair.

After I calmed down a bit, Miss Li sat beside me and put a dog collar on me—black with silver studs, like a decoration around my neck. She touched my face and said, "

This afternoon's activities are slutty clothing (public) and (strangers) (exposing yourself to strangers). Do you understand? Tonight, go to Yansha for your 'doing calling girl' training. You must complete my arrangements properly, or you know what I'll do to you!" After saying that, she pinched my breast hard, and I dared not cry out in pain.

It was 2:30 PM, on the second floor of the tea house in the Kanto store.

I sat alone by the window, directly opposite anyone coming up from the first floor; my seat was the first thing anyone would see. The dress I had changed into at my host's house was a tight-fitting pink dress with a low-cut back, my entire back exposed, extending down to my waist like a super-short mini-skirt. The dress's flat neckline was almost at the level of my nipples, leaving my breasts nearly bare.

On either side of the waist, there were two triangular openings about a foot long. On my feet were a pair of light purple, 15-centimeter-high strappy sandals. Except for my round, pert buttocks, which were barely covered, my two long, slender, and perfectly beautiful legs were almost entirely exposed beneath the hem of the dress. And since I wasn't wearing lace or underwear, my genitals would be exposed if I lifted my leg even slightly, so I crossed my legs tightly after sitting down, afraid that my underwear would actually be revealed.

I have no idea where Miss Li got these clothes, so revealing and sexy. But when I saw myself in the mirror after changing into this outfit, my body was already burning. Being spied on by the taxi driver on the way here made me even more ashamed.

When I sat down here, a waiter kept coming over to pour me water and get me the drinks menu, standing to my side, desperately looking at my half-naked breasts without lace.

I was both annoyed and ashamed, and my genitals were already wet, dripping onto the seat and onto the floor. Miss Li called me and told me not to cover up, so I had no choice but to obediently become a good slave, letting the waiter and other customers who were making excuses to walk around stare to their hearts' content.

My phone rang. It was Miss Li calling: "You slut, come downstairs right now! I'm waiting for you at the entrance of Blue Island. You have two minutes." *Click!* The call was disconnected. I froze. Oh no! It's at least one stop from here to the entrance of Blue Island. Two minutes isn't enough time. I need to hurry. I quickly paid the bill and ran downstairs. The height of my high heels made me involuntarily sway my hips

wildly, and my tight dress rode up, barely covering my bare triangle area. My laceless breasts trembled and jiggled as I ran, as if they were about to burst out of my dress. Finally reaching the first floor, I found about twenty customers sitting there. Many eyes were fixed on me from all directions, watching intently. I tried to avoid their greedy gazes and lower my head, intending to calm myself, but suddenly realized that the short, tight skirt covering my snow-white legs had ridden up to below my abdomen, revealing my mons pubis and half of my buttocks. The thought instantly flushed my already rosy cheeks, and I frantically tugged at my skirt, running quickly away from the teahouse towards the entrance of the Blue Island Shopping Mall.

I didn't care about the damage to my clothes; my time was running out, and my employer was waiting for me. I ran desperately towards my destination. I paid no heed to the strange looks, disdainful words, or vulgar harassment from the men and women passing by. I finally arrived at the destination Ms. Li had indicated—the main entrance of the Landao Shopping Mall.

My legs went weak with nervousness and fear. Suddenly, the number of people around me seemed to increase dramatically. I found myself in a crowded throng, my breasts and genitals surrounded by countless hands. I couldn't see their faces clearly, only that I was being molested. My body erupted with passion like a volcano.

Touch me, insert your fingers into my vagina, deeper and deeper. Oh… I belong to you, you men, come and play with me, shoot your semen all over my face, bathe my entire body.

Play with me, lick me! My body is yours… thrust harder… oh… I'm going to cum… um… cum… ah! Ugh! The man next to me, realizing I was a beautiful woman easily touched by men, began to relentlessly squeeze and grope me. Different men's fingers thrust and squeezed my vagina, anus, and breasts. I was like a porn star, being arbitrarily bullied and played with by men. Orgasms surged like a tsunami, lifting my body to the surface of an endless sea. I reached the pinnacle of climax.

I don't know when, but Ms. Li led me to her car. The continuous orgasms from the harassment left me languid and weak. I sat on the car seat, my thighs sticky, my genitals soaking the seat cover of Ms. Li's modern sports car. My

lower body trembled and contracted again. I saw Ms. Li using her slender fingers to tease my labia. I immediately snapped back to reality and knelt on the seat, begging for her forgiveness: "I'm sorry! Master, I'm sorry! I was wrong! You filthy slut, you've been played with by men until you're dizzy, haven't you? You've already forgotten my orders, haven't you?" "I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget! You shameless slut, I'll plug your hole right now and see if you dare disobey again!"

Then, Ms. Li grabbed a perfume bottle shaped like a mischievous rabbit from the car and forcefully shoved it into my vagina. I was enveloped in tearing pain, my hands flailing wildly unconsciously. The pain in my lower body distorted my beautiful face.

I reached orgasm again amidst the pain and tears. My vaginal walls convulsed, enveloping the cold perfume bottle, and my vaginal fluid gushed out. I fainted against the back of the seat during my orgasm, my body trembling, drool dripping onto my full, white breasts…

At 4:00 PM, Ms. Li and I arrived at a dilapidated residential area on the South Third Ring Road. This area wasn't yet part of the city government's development plan; everywhere were old, low-rise houses and ragged migrant workers.

Ms. Li dropped me off at an abandoned railway crossing. There weren't many people around; the only people passing by were vegetable vendors and bored, laid-off workers.

You must have three people help you remove this perfume bottle from your cunt and put it back in, and you must come back with semen in your mouth, understand? No more mistakes this time; the punishment won't be as lenient as before. Go now. I stumbled out of the car, watching Miss Li park her car about twenty meters away, watching me. My clothes immediately attracted the attention of a bored man, who walked towards me.

I fearfully walked into a filthy alleyway, my fifteen-centimeter heels making the uneven dirt road even more difficult. As I turned into the alley, I saw out of the corner of my eye that the man quickened his pace to follow. My God! It was a dead-end alley, only about five meters deep, with only a dilapidated doorway leading to a high brick wall. I immediately turned back, hoping to escape the alley. But the man was already behind me, blocking my way. My face flushed, I lowered my head, trying to pass him, but the alley was too narrow, and he was deliberately blocking my path, so I had to stop.

"Miss, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Sir...sir, could you do me a favor?" I had no choice but to treat him as the first person to remove the perfume bottle from my vagina.

"Miss, what do you need?" "Just say it." He leered at my shapely curves and perfect face. "

Please...please help me...help me remove the perfume bottle from my...my lower body, okay?" I pleaded in a barely audible voice.

He was visibly stunned, standing there for a full ten seconds, before asking again in surprise. I repeated my request, and he seemed to suddenly realize something and laughed: "So you're a prostitute, huh? I could tell from your slutty outfit that you're not a good person, tsk tsk tsk...you really are a slut, you even use yourself when you don't have a man, can't get it out, huh?" "

No, no." "This is what my mistress put in here. She told me to find three people to help me take it out and put it back in. Please help me, okay? I'm not the kind of woman you think I am," I pleaded, while my genitals involuntarily became wet.

He humiliated me for a while longer, pulling my breasts out of my dress and kneading them, touching my almost completely naked legs and my already dripping genitals. He inserted his rough fingers into my vagina and told me that he wouldn't help me if I didn't sleep with him.

I said, "Please, help me. If you help me find two more people to do this, I'll eat your genitals for you, okay?" While bargaining with him, I also tried harder to endure his lewdness. Finally, he agreed to my request, helping me find two more people, but on the condition that I had to eat that thing for all three of them. I agreed because I really didn't have the courage to go and find other people to help me take the perfume bottle out and put it back in my vagina. So he went to find others. "

You fucking don't want me, do you? Is this some kind of good deal?" As I spoke, three men stood before me. Two men, around fifty years old, emerged from a small doorway next to me; they looked like migrant workers. "

She's really beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful prostitute before. You think she can really...we eat her?" "Absolutely! Ask her!" the first man said. "

Are you really a prostitute?" "Hmm! This outfit really does look like one." The other two still asked me, somewhat disbelievingly. "

I need your help. Just treat me like a prostitute, okay? I'm a lowly bitch, please help me!" I answered them immediately.

Without another word, they pressed me against the wall, lifted my almost naked legs, and used their filthy fingers to repeatedly probe and insert the perfume bottle into my vagina. They also kept poking my vaginal walls and playing with my clitoris. I was being played with until I was experiencing repeated orgasms, almost fainting. "

Now, shouldn't you give us your chicken, you slut! You whore!" "Okay, okay! I'll eat it now." I was completely dazed from their manipulations. All I wanted was a big cock inside me. My genitals were burning with sensitivity. I straightened my dress, which had been pulled up to my waist, and knelt between their legs. I eagerly put their penises, which had escaped from their filthy pants, into my mouth and began sucking them. It felt like nothing in the world was more delicious than these stinking cocks.

I couldn't tell who I was feeding; all I saw were penises, cocks swaying. I served them diligently, and they weren't idle either. Fingers were inserted into my genitals, breasts, and even my anus, constantly probing and teasing. I was nearing madness. My flowing long hair cascaded down my back and face. My eyes were blurred with thick semen. My delicate nose and small mouth, large eyes and long eyelashes, and flawless pink face shone with a wanton light under the spray of semen from three penises. My consciousness consisted only of penises, only cocks.

*Beep* *Beep*! A car horn woke up a group of lewd men and women. The three men hurriedly pulled up their pants and crawled into the doorway. I was abandoned on the ground of the alley like a broken doll, with a small puddle of liquid on my lower body and long saliva still inside my cunt. My two full breasts and slender legs shone brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

I staggered back to the car and saw Miss Li holding a video camera, recording my entire lewd act, including close-up shots of my genitals. Just thinking about it made me feel like my body no longer belonged to me; it involuntarily secreted copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Right in front of Miss Li's camera, the spasms of my vagina, the turning of my labia, and the gush of thick white fluid from my orgasm were all recorded. I lay weakly on the seat, panting.

I opened my mouth and spat the semen from those men into a mineral water bottle Miss Li had prepared for me. Even with some splattering on my face, the bottle was about a fifth full. I was astonished; I had actually collected so much semen. My body and mind felt more fulfilled than ever before. I sincerely thanked Miss Li for her arrangements and training. "

Now go home and take a shower. Tonight, you'll be trained as a 'doing calling girl' (a prostitute, entertaining clients), understand?" "Yes, Master!" I replied listlessly, still basking in the stimulation of my orgasm.

Back at Ms. Li's building, I staggered forward, feeling the perfume bottle inside my vagina slowly sinking. I quickly squeezed my legs together, using all my strength to incline to the elevator. The wait felt like an eternity. Finally, the building doors opened. "

Auntie, are you out buying groceries?" "This child is so cute!" I heard Ms. Li's sweet voice, accompanied by the noise of an old woman and a child. The elevator doors finally opened, and I carefully slipped inside, the pointed tips of my high heels hurting my feet. "

Why is this woman dressed like that? Dressed so revealingly, she can't be doing anything legitimate. She's probably a prostitute or something..." the despicable old woman whispered to Ms. Li, giving me a disdainful look as she looked me up and down. My face burned. I felt like a truly lowly prostitute, more despicable and filthy than these kind people.

"Sister, your skirt is so short! Even the edge of your underwear is showing! And what's that sticky stuff on your legs?" A child's innocent voice rang in my ears. I was startled. I hadn't cleaned myself up during training, and a child had seen me! I quickly moved away, hoping to escape the child's eyes, but I forgot about the perfume bottle on my genitals.

*Clang!* The perfume bottle, still covered in my climax fluid and sticky saliva, finally burst from my genitals onto the elevator floor, rolling down to the old woman's feet. Everyone was stunned. I quickly bent down and picked up the small bottle, my sweat instantly soaking my dress. The already semi-transparent fabric now clung to my perfect body like gauze, carrying my nervous trembling and the moans escaping my throat. "

Shameless slut, how can you be so shameless?!" "You filthy slut, you lowly thing..." the old woman cursed viciously. I could only lower my head, half-covering my face with my long hair, my face flushed red as I endured the insults without daring to look at her. Finally, the elevator reached the 8th floor, and the old woman ran out as if avoiding a plague, continuing to hurl insults like "slut" and "filthy cunt" as she left. I was utterly ashamed.

Finally, I returned to my master, Miss Li's, house. "Mei'er, you come here tonight!" Miss Li's stern voice came from the bedroom.

I quickly put down the cleaning cloth I was holding and crawled towards the bedroom. The bell clips on my breasts jingled melodiously, marking my position and obedience to my master's orders. When my master and I are at home, I am usually completely naked. Two small silver bells are clipped to my delicate nipples, connected by a thin iron chain to a dog collar around my neck. There are also several chastity-like devices, some with a furry dog tail, some with a rabbit tail, some with a pig tail, and some with nothing at all.

But they all have one thing in common: they all contain small silicone plugs of varying sizes, from two to six centimeters in diameter and ten to twenty-five centimeters in length. Some are cone-shaped, but most are shaped like a male penis. This means that during exercise, I am constantly being trained under these different penises. As soon as I get home, my genitals are constantly wet. Today, as usual, the itching in my genitals tormented me while I was cleaning. My master's call pulled me back from my fantasies about the dildos.

My master, your slave, your obedient bitch Mei'er, has arrived. What are your orders? I kissed Miss Li's snow-white, round, bare feet, swaying my hips, trying my best to strike a seductive pose to please her. "

It's time. Go get your clothes from the wardrobe. It's your fourth training session today. Go!" "Huh? It's time for the fourth training session?" The thought of becoming a prostitute to be played with by men made me hesitate. After all, I hadn't done it since I was freed from the brothel owner who forced me into prostitution. Now it felt like I was going back to my old ways. "What are you daydreaming about? Are you trying to resist? You disobedient bitch!" Miss Li's scolding snapped me out of my reverie. I immediately got up and went to the wardrobe.

I must obey my master. I am my master's private sex slave. Only my master can give me happiness. I only have the right to serve and please my master. I have no right to choose, and I cannot disobey my master's wishes. Even if my master sends me to South Africa to be a sex toy for those disgusting black men, it's the right thing to do. I belong to my master! "I am the master's private property! I belong to the master!" I thought firmly.

On the floor lay a small pile of black gauze-like material, next to a pair of extremely thin-heeled black sandals with straps, easily fifteen centimeters high. That was all. I paused, then slowly picked up the small bundle of black gauze and unfolded it. It turned out to be a dress, but it was too small, only as long as my usual short skirt, more like a vest. I turned to look at Miss Li, hoping for an answer.

"I bought this in Thailand for two thousand yuan. The material is high-quality Lycra with silk, not only very elastic but also exceptionally flexible; it won't tear no matter how much force you use. Even a two-hundred-pound fat woman could fit comfortably in it. Time's almost up, hurry up!" "You wretched dog!" Miss Li scolded me rudely.

I had no choice but to put on the dress. No bra, no panties, just this transparent black gauze dress. I effortlessly slipped the dress onto my proud body. It clung tightly to me, revealing every part of my form. My snow-white skin shimmered within the dress, and in the mirror, I looked as if I were naked, the dress merely a reflection of light and shadow. My proud breasts trembled and quivered. The black straps on my sandals were intricately entwined around my slender, shapely calves, my long thighs completely exposed to the air. Only about a centimeter from the top of my thighs was the hem of the dress. With my delicate features and smooth skin, the deeper the subservience in my eyes, the more I resembled a peerless slut.

I was deeply attracted to my reflection, feeling the decadent aura and the thrill of humiliation. "

My good slave, hurry up! If you're late, you won't get any customers." Miss Li only called me "good slave" when she was in a good mood. It seemed she was in a good mood now, and I couldn't help but feel proud of my mistress's improved mood, feeling indifferent to anything else. I was the

only one standing on the sidewalk in front of Yansha on the East Third Ring Road in Beijing. Miss Li stood about ten miles away from me. She was dressed especially for the day, her sapphire blue suit accentuating her proud beauty, like a pure orchid. Meanwhile, I stood there, alluring and sexy, like a wild rose ready to be picked. I couldn't help but feel discouraged. Miss Li was truly exceptional; becoming her sex slave was my destiny.

People swirled around me, and I felt everyone's eyes were on me. Here I was, in Beijing's most bustling, most famous, and most promiscuous area, dressed in the most revealing clothes. My tall figure was accentuated by my high sandals, making me even more slender and alluring.

The gazes of passersby shifted constantly, their emotions shifting: some stared, some envied, some were astonished, some sighed, but most were lustful. It was blatant lust, a desire to see my entire body, a desire to have me writhe and submit beneath their filthy bodies, the lust of a lecherous man seeing a promiscuous woman, the lust for pornography and sex.

I stood there, being scanned, insulted, and defiled by their eyes.

Thinking of this, my cheeks burned, my fingers clenched together, and my legs trembled uncontrollably. I felt as if the heels of my high heels were about to break. To calm my nerves, I paced back and forth between my legs, hoping to banish my unnatural emotions and properly complete the training program Miss Li had given me. At the same time, I pondered Miss Li's standards for the clients I would be serving today.

Today is your first time being trained as my slave, a "doing calling girl" (a prostitute, serving clients). Therefore, you must strictly adhere to my standards. First, the client cannot be a local Beijing resident. Second, he must be uneducated, the more unattractive the better, ideally a poor migrant worker.

Your price is only fifty yuan, a price even the lowest prostitutes in Beijing don't pay. You must completely let go and please your client. However, he must agree to have your body taken under the pedestrian overpass south of the Great Wall Hotel, which is the Heaven on Earth Club. Miss Li said this.

I know Miss Li's car is parked there, with an infrared camera installed under that overpass, filming my first client encounter for future training. The thought makes me tremble uncontrollably. Even the cool breeze from my lower body pales in comparison to my heightened lust.

"Where are the ladies waiting?" A Beijing-accented voice sounded in my ear.

I looked up and saw the face of a fairly handsome middle-aged man. In the reflection of the streetlight, his eyes gleamed with a mixture of confusion and desire. He had his back to Ms. Li. I was speechless, unsure how to answer him, and stared blankly at Ms. Li.

A flash of annoyance crossed Ms. Li's eyes, and she shook her head vigorously. I immediately apologized to the man, saying I had already found a client. Oh my god! I nervously blurted out my purpose. This man must already be convinced I was a prostitute. How shameful! Had I really fallen so low?

As I refused, he left with a regretful expression, his eyes burning with desire that seemed capable of devouring me. And so it went, with people constantly asking me questions, and me constantly refusing them. Almost half an hour passed without me realizing it, and my calves were almost cramping from wearing such high heels.

Then, a short figure timidly entered my view. "

Are you a prostitute? How much do you charge per session?" I was utterly astonished. Although I was dressed so provocatively, clearly a prostitute who didn't do honest work, no one had ever asked me so directly how much I charged per session. Did they really think I was a professional prostitute? I was furious, and the words of rebuttal were about to burst out when I suddenly saw Miss Li's gesture. She nodded at the man, smiled, and nodded.

I understood; Miss Li was satisfied with this customer because he seemed to fit her standards. I felt myself sinking. Hadn't I been humiliated enough by these dirty, ugly migrant workers today? Did I have to take on a customer like this as my last training session of the day? I was lost, feeling numb. Fine! I'll just go for it. Whatever. "

Are you looking for a woman to relieve your pent-up desire?" I was shocked by my own bold question. "

Not relieve my pent-up desire, just asking if you're selling yourself. Are you a prostitute?" he asked crudely.

"Yes! How do you want to play?" I couldn't help but feel smug about my own skill. "

Of course, it's just taking your clothes off and using my dick, what else can I do?" "Okay...okay...fifty...fifty dollars..." I stammered, giving them the price for playing with my body. "

So cheap! I thought it would cost several hundred. You're so pretty, and you only charge this little? Hurry up, but I have a condition: do it under that overpass up there, nowhere else." "I have to follow my master's instructions." "

Fine, fine, anywhere is fine, as long as you, you slut, are allowed." He became increasingly vulgar with excitement.

So I took his arm, which was clad in tattered clothes, and slowly walked towards the overpass.

Suddenly, I noticed many familiar faces nearby. They were the clients I had just rejected who were looking for prostitutes. Although they hadn't gotten my body, most of them were standing nearby, carefully observing my alluring body under the streetlights. I'm sure some of them had masturbated.

They were also surprised that I would take the job of such a dirty and smelly migrant worker. But what could I do? Miss Li's orders were my sacred decrees. Whoever she told me to give my body to, I had to give it to.

In the shadows, the migrant worker impatiently pulled down my swan-like neck, pressing his garlic-smelling mouth heavily against my Maybelline-coated lips. His disgusting tongue swirled wildly in my mouth like a deadly toad, making me nauseous. His filthy, rough hands carelessly kneaded my breasts and lifted the hem of my dress. The once-elastic dress instantly rode up to my waist, completely exposing my lower body, my buttocks gleaming seductively in the shadows under the overpass.

A small object was inserted into my vagina, constantly thrusting. My tender skin was rubbed red and aching under the migrant worker's hands. It was truly a painful experience.

I looked around blankly and realized that I wasn't alone with the migrant worker. There were more than a dozen people in the dark, watching me, such a beautiful prostitute, being fucked by a dirty, beggar-like migrant worker. I was a prostitute being watched by so many men, who were struggling to control their lust. Seeing this picture of beauty and the beast, I became aroused, I exploded, completely oblivious to the migrant worker's penis, only feeling the lustful eyes and desires of the men around me.

On the busiest street in my city, being fucked like a prostitute by a migrant worker, with a group of men sharing the same thoughts watching. I was the most despicable, the most shameless; I would accept any man's penis. As long as they fucked me, I would spread my beautiful legs, immersed in my fantasies, deeply trapped in a sea of sex.

The sensation subsided slightly, and I lay down on the cold concrete. The migrant worker, lying on top of me, was unable to move; he was exhausted from excessive ejaculation and excitement. My upper and lower body were both naked; my dress was now just a strip of cloth wrapped around my waist.

Turning my head, I saw Miss Li's rounded ankles inside her boat shoes, her gait somewhat unsteady and disheveled. Confused, I looked up to see what was happening. Why were Miss Li's shoulders exposed from under her tight-fitting top? Her skirt was lifted, and several rough hands were kneading her snow-white thighs. Her pubic hair and genitals were being torn and pulled, her white panties hanging at her knees, and her breasts bulging beneath her clothes from the men's kneading. Were those men taking advantage of her?

I struggled to get up from under the migrant worker's body, ignoring the dust clinging to my back and buttocks, and ran towards Miss Li. I had to rescue my mistress; I couldn't let her suffer the harm and humiliation of these vile men.

Staggering forward, each step felt like a kilometer. My legs and breasts trembled uncontrollably in the air. I was doing this entirely by willpower. Finally, I touched Miss Li's hand. Just as I was about to call for her to leave, several other hands grabbed my waist. My breasts, buttocks, and even my vagina were instantly filled with countless hands—rough, strong, delicate—all sorts of hands and movements roaming over my body. My body, still weak and sore from countless orgasms from being fucked, was now boiling over in the hands of these strangers. I felt my vaginal fluids gushing onto my thighs with each subsequent orgasm, like a flood bursting its banks.

Oh! Ah... Oh... Oh... Oh... No! No... Ah! I no longer had the willpower to care about Miss Li. Overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of orgasms, I forgot who I was, only experiencing the exhilarating pleasure that kept me floating on clouds.

I screamed excitedly, screaming incessantly, not caring whether I was still on the streets of Beijing, not caring whether it was the most bustling area, and not caring whether there were people around or how many people were watching me. Whether I was a prostitute, a respectable woman, or a sex slave, a sex machine, or a public toilet for all male or female animals to excrete, I didn't care anymore. I just wanted an orgasm, I wanted someone to fuck me. My cunt, my ass, or my sexy little mouth, anything was fine, all of it was fine!!!

Ah... Oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh, oh... Ah, ah, ah!!! Perhaps because my screams were so loud, they attracted a lot of onlookers. The dozen or so men who had assaulted me and Ms. Li scattered in all directions. Ms. Li and I, lacking support, fell face-first to the ground. The feeling of falling from the clouds left us momentarily confused about what had happened.

My mind was filled with confusion, and my body with exhaustion. Under the overpass next to the brightly lit Yansha Shopping Mall in Beijing, two girls lay disheveled and almost naked, their bodies covered in a mixture of semen, their own vaginal fluids, and sweat.

It was Ms. Li who finally snapped out of it and pulled me into a car parked nearby. Still in a daze, Ms. Li and I hurriedly drove away from that place—the place where I had worked as a lowly prostitute.

I thought I would never forget this scene, but for the training that followed, it was just child's play.

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