Sexual slave training of married women

Everyone calls me Ah Zhen. I've been married for five years and work as a real estate agent. My husband and I have always had a happy life and
a good relationship. I want to have a child in two years. But I have a secret experience that even my husband doesn't know. Before we got married, I was
trained in an SM club for three months. At that time, out of curiosity and a desire for excitement, I fell into that lewd training life
. After marrying my husband, I stopped going to SM clubs. Sometimes when I have sex with my husband, I fantasize about being trained.
Everything changed this summer afternoon...
Today is the weekend, and my husband and I are both at home. My husband told me that one of his college classmates is coming to visit, and he asked me to prepare
food and drinks to entertain him. So I went to the market to buy things. When I got home, I was shocked to see the man chatting with my husband in the living room
. He was strong, over 1.8 meters tall, and I'll never forget him—
he was my BDSM instructor at the SM club.
He was the one who trained me for those three months. In terms of discipline and sex, he was my mentor. He guided me through
the transformation of a woman. Those three months of training made my body very sensitive. He was good at observing women's psychology and knew
how to subject me to humiliation, understanding my inner needs and bringing me to the brink of orgasm. Every day I experienced humiliating and torturous orgasms.
When I saw him, my mind went blank. I stood nervously at the door. My husband saw me come back and called out, "Wife,
why didn't you come in? My classmate is here." His voice jolted me awake. I went to my husband's side. From his
eyes, I could tell he still recognized me as his former slave. Then my husband introduced us: "This is my wife,
Abing. This is my good colleague from university, Qiang." I was too scared to look him in the eye. Then Qiang said, "Your wife is very beautiful
! You're so lucky."
I knew he recognized me, but he was just pretending. My heart pounded even harder. I said, "I'll go cook the dishes. Dinner will be ready soon." Then
I went to the kitchen.
My heart was pounding with anxiety. I brought the groceries down and started cooking when my husband suddenly came in and said, "Honey,
something might come up at the company. I need to go back for a bit. You chat with my classmate, I'll be right back." Hearing this, I quickly said,
"No!" My husband looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "What do you mean, 'no'?" I said, "Oh! Nothing."
"What's wrong with you today? You're acting strange. I have to go out, I'll be right back." My husband hurriedly left. I was alone at
home with a man, and he was even more nervous than my former dominatrix from the club.
Footsteps echoed from the hall. I desperately wanted to hide. He was already at the kitchen doorway,
looking at me with eyes full of lust and a wild beast. "Sister-in-law," he said, "ha, I shouldn't call you sister-in-law, it should be 'Yinbing,' right? Don't you recognize me?" He
approached me step by step.
"Yinbing" was my slave name at the SM club. I watched him walk towards me and slowly retreated to the corner.
"Your body is more mature now, even more attractive! Let your master take a look," he said with a lewd grin.
"Don't come any closer, I'm already someone else's wife," I said fearfully.
As I spoke, he leaned close to me and whispered in my ear, "You're a sex slave, aren't you? Your body flows with lustful blood, you're
a born plaything for men to toy with." His hands were already restless, caressing my breasts and licking my neck.
I pushed him away forcefully and said, "Please have some respect, that's all in the past." "
So, the slave I painstakingly trained is just for someone else?" he said, sounding a little angry. "Fine, then I'll
tell my classmates about your past."
Hearing him say that, tears immediately streamed down my face. I regretted my past indulgences for thrills and cried, "No, please don't
ruin my family."
"Are you begging me? If you want your family to continue, you'd better behave, like before." He said, walking back to me
, his hand continuing to caress my breasts, slowly moving downwards, pulling my skirt up, and caressing my genitals through my stockings and panties. I
turned away in shame, unable to bear this indecent situation, my hands gently grasping his hand that was touching my genitals, yet not daring to push him away forcefully.
Tears of regret kept flowing as he wantonly played with me.
"Slave, kneel down and lick your master's sacred object." "He commanded harshly, just like before.
I helplessly obeyed, kneeling on the ground, weeping, unzipping his pants, and pulling out his thick penis that used to enter my body so often.
I didn't dare think about my future life, only thinking: 'Once I've done it, there's no going back. As long as he doesn't tell my husband, that's fine
.'
I sucked and licked his penis, the shame seemingly pushing me back into the world of SM. He
thrust forcefully in and out of my mouth, and I heard him moan, ejaculating into my mouth and ordering me to swallow. Then he took it down, saying, 'Good
girl, get up and cook. Your master wants you to return to your world, to understand your true identity.'" "
After my husband came home, I felt guilty and started eating dinner. He pretended nothing had happened and
chatted and laughed with me. After dinner, he went home.
Soon after, my phone rang. It was him on the other end. He said, 'Tonight, whatever your reason, I'll be waiting for
you at the intersection near your house. And you have to wear black lingerie and stockings to spend the night with me, understand?'" "
Ah..." Before I could speak, he hung up.
I had no choice but to obey him and lie to my husband, saying I had to go back to the company to work on an important document and might not be able to come back. Then I picked
out the underwear he had ordered, put it on, looked at myself in the mirror, and tears streamed down my face again. I felt so shameless, dressed like this
to be played with by others. I really regretted those three months.
When I got to the intersection near my home, a blue car was already waiting. I got in the car, and he drove me to his house. After entering,
he led me through an S-shaped corridor to his basement, which was probably a place specifically for training female slaves. In the basement,
the training equipment was complete. The basement was about 100 square meters in size. What I saw was a completely naked woman wearing only pantyhose,
tightly bound, blindfolded, and gagged. I could hear a "buzzing" sound from her genitals, and her body was constantly twisting. She must have been penetrated by a vibrator.
He was being trained again. Seeing this scene reminded me of my own training in the club. For some reason, I felt
a strange excitement.
He pushed me to the ground and said, "Feeling good, huh? This is my private training ground, set up for you sex slaves."
I knew I had no way out, and tears streamed down my face as I said, "Please don't be rough, okay?"
"Here, you're called Yinbing. You're a slave, do you have the right to speak? Take off your clothes now." Overwhelmed by his authority, I took off
my clothes, leaving only my alluring black lace bra, panties, and stockings. These were what I used to wear as a slave, and
I rarely dressed like this after marrying my husband. I never imagined I'd dress so provocatively in front of a man other than my husband.
He stared at me lustfully, then took a pair of leather handcuffs and locked my hands. He then wrapped rope around my arms and breasts,
binding them tightly several times. This feeling was both terrifying and somewhat exciting. Terrifying because I knew this kind of depravity was betraying my
good husband; exciting because it reminded me of my past wanton and unrestrained days.
My hands and upper body were tightly bound, and I couldn't move. I knew that tonight I was his toy, and that crying
and struggling would be useless. Although he had often seen me like this before, I was now someone else's wife, a
married woman.
Yet, he looked at me so greedily, as if every cell in my body was stirring again, as if the lustful blood in my body
was flowing. I cried, my breathing became heavy, and my breasts swelled and hardened. The conflicting emotions filled me with extreme shame. Then he
put a dog collar on me. I knew a dog collar was the most representative thing about a female dog, and it also proved that I had now shed my human identity and
become my owner's pet.
He looked at me with a lewd smile and said, "How about it? After being a good wife for so many years, it's time to go back to your life.
Sex with your husband simply can't satisfy your desires." Hearing him say that felt like he was talking about my innermost thoughts. For so many
years, my sex life with my husband had only been ordinary intercourse. My husband's actions were limited to two things: front and back. I
didn't have many orgasms; I mostly faked them to satisfy my husband. But I really wanted a simpler life.
He walked over to the female slave beside him, pulled off her pantyhose, and held it to my nose, letting me smell its lewd scent. The pantyhose was already
soaked with her vaginal fluid. He said, "Look, her name is Yin Shi. She's been with me for a year, and she's only 25 this year. Look how much she's enjoying herself.
Are you content now?" He was very skilled at psychological manipulation. Hearing this, I glanced at the female slave, and my heart suddenly skipped a beat, as if I were asking myself
, "Do I really belong to this world?"
Then he stuffed the pantyhose into my mouth, and the taste of the female slave's vaginal fluid quickly entered my sense of taste. This was the first time I had ever tasted a female... He
smelled my semen, then put a long stocking over my head, gagged me, and then took a
leather hood that covered my entire head except for my eyes. He put it over my head and tied the straps tightly from behind. He said, "This way, you can see things clearly outside,
but people outside can't see you at all. That's the effect I want." He seemed to be anticipating what was about to happen,
smiling maliciously. I didn't know what he was going to do. I was scared, but also seemed to be looking forward to it. I didn't know why my mood had become
like this. Maybe it was because of the training I had undergone before.
Then he made me crawl on the ground like a dog. He pulled me into the hall by a chain, then tied my hands behind my back with a long rope
, suspending my body from the ceiling. He then tied one of my feet with a rope, raising it in a V-shape, also suspending me from the ceiling. At this
point, only one foot was on the ground, suspended by the rope. He patted my labia a few times and said, "How beautiful you look! Look, your genitals are already
wet." Perhaps it had been a long time since I had been bound and humiliated like this, and my genitals became wet without my realizing it.
At this moment, the doorbell rang. He went to open the door, and a man came in. He looked familiar. Looking closer, I realized it was
my husband! I was trembling with fear. My husband looked at me and said to him, "Qiang, is this the most slutty
prostitute you brought back from outside? Why are you tied up like this? I can't even see her face." This was perhaps the greatest humiliation, to be seen like
this by my husband, and to be called the most slutty prostitute. He said, "Women need to be tied up and played with slowly to be truly satisfying. I told her no
one else is allowed to see her like this, or I'll have to pay extra. Tonight, we can each pay 500 yuan and have our way with this slut as much as we want." I was going
crazy. My husband was paying to have his way with my wife.
My husband must have never seen a woman tied up before. He seemed very curious and walked over, looking around me. He took a vibrating
dildo and handed it to my husband, saying, "Don't just look. You can do whatever you want with her. Take this." I knew my husband had only
seen these kinds of adult toys in porn, but he had never actually used one. My husband started his penis, placing it on my
vulva through my underwear, vibrating it. He pulled down my bra, licking my nipples and occasionally caressing them with his hand. They licked my body together. Then,
my husband untied the straps of my underwear, exposing my vulva. He slowly inserted his penis into my vagina. I was
forced into a state of excitement and extreme shame. I wanted to scream and moan, but with stockings and a gag in my mouth, I
could only make "hmm...hmm..." sounds.
He used a rope to secure his penis to my vulva, and the penis vibrated and twisted inside me. Then he took two vibrating nipple clamps and clamped them
onto my nipples. My breasts suddenly felt both pain and pleasure.
He said to my husband, "Come here, take your time. Sit down and admire her lewdness."
My husband sat on the sofa opposite me, watching. I could clearly see my husband's face, but he was completely unaware that the
woman opposite him was his wife, staring lustfully. I tried my best to control my excitement and pleasure, but what woman could bear that thing inside her
? My body was tightly bound and I couldn't move, only writhing with the excitement,
breathing heavily through my nose. Shame, pleasure, and guilt mingled together; I couldn't distinguish between pain and enjoyment, displaying
a lewdness I had never experienced before in front of my husband. Husband, this is your wife! You're playing with your beloved wife with someone else. Don't you feel any pain? You're
even admiring and torturing me with someone else.
He said to my husband, "If it were your wife, would you play with her like this?"
My husband quickly said, "Of course not. I love my wife the most."
Hearing him say that, tears suddenly streamed down my face. I felt even more guilty towards him. Husband, you should torture me like he does; that
would make me feel better.
His lewd penis ignored my thoughts, continuing to vibrate and twist. I dared not look at my husband anymore. My wet, uncontrollable vagina reached orgasm.
At the moment of climax, a white light flashed before my eyes. It turned out he had taken a picture of my orgasmic body, saying it was
a souvenir for my husband. The white light made my mind go blank. Then, he lowered me from the ceiling, but my hands were still bound.
After the orgasm, I lay on the floor, my body limp with the excitement of my mind and body, because I really had never experienced such intense pleasure.
He handed a lit candle to my husband, and he tried dripping wax onto my body, drop by drop. It hurt so much! I thought: Husband,
that's it, this is how you torture me. If only you were my master. Unfortunately, you wouldn't treat your wife like that, because
the lewd woman you see now is completely unbeknownst to you; she is your beloved wife. He also picked up a whip and lashed my body
repeatedly. The pain made me writhe on the floor. The more he tortured me, the more I felt degraded, and the more degraded I felt, the more my submissive nature was awakened again. Submissiveness
had led me to fall again; perhaps I truly belong to this world as a sex slave.

After a period of torture, my husband pulled down my underwear and inserted his hard penis. His penis seemed particularly powerful today
; every thrust made me lose myself. He entered from behind, thrusting straight into my anus. This feeling was so exciting. My
husband and a former master were playing a threesome with me, even though I was doing it behind his back. But my husband was just a character in a game.
The guilt had overwhelmed me. The two of them thrust wildly, pushing me to orgasm again. In all these years, this orgasm and pleasure
truly satisfied me.
Afterwards, my husband went home. He pulled me back to the basement, removed all my clothes, and then took me to the bathroom
to bathe me himself. He had never done this before, even at the club. He said, "Actually, of all the women I've trained at the club,
you're the most submissive." I looked at him questioningly. He continued, "I won't interfere with your married life. You can have your
own happy family. In the world of SM, I am your master, do you understand?"
Hearing him say this, I actually knelt on the ground and said, "Thank you, Master."
Perhaps tonight's training had rekindled my submissive nature. I didn't dare think about facing those shameful consequences. Lust and morality
are forever indistinguishable. My lustful heart had already led me towards depravity. I accepted his training again. At home, I would
take on the responsibilities of the household; here, I believed he would give me endless sexual pleasure. I knew my life here would become lewd
, that I would become a whore, but in the outside world, I still had my own life. So I called out "Master!" again.
After bathing, Master put a dog collar on me and locked me in a cage with that female slave (Yinshi). Yinshi was younger than me; she was
so beautiful. When she saw me, she lay on my chest like an older sister, hugging me and falling asleep. It seemed her fate was the same as mine, but
for a slave, it should be a blessing. Master looked at us, locked the door, turned off the light, and left. Whether the light was on or off didn't make
much difference, because slaves like Yinshi, who had been kept here for training for so long, didn't know the difference between night and day.

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