Disciplining the wealthy lady Zhong Ping

Zhong Ping sat in her large office chair, gazing absently at the setting sun in the west. She had instructed her secretary not to disturb her; she needed to sort out her thoughts and contemplate the meaning of her pursuits.

Thanks to her parents' hard work, Zhong Ping had never lacked for anything since childhood. However, fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Now in her early thirties, although she independently ran the family's electronics company after her parents settled abroad, she was arrogant and complacent, and thus, none of the men she had met had moved her heart; she remained single. The company was doing relatively well. Every day, she was chauffeured between her mansion and the company by her forty-something-year-old driver, Old Chen. Life passed by comfortably and uneventfully. Zhong Ping maintained a good figure and had gained a little weight, but she was fair-skinned and slender, not at all bloated, just possessing a certain charm.

At the company, Zhong Ping's decisive style earned her respect and authority; employees at all levels dared not look her in the eye and obeyed her every command. While she was full of pride, she sometimes felt a vague sense of loneliness and weariness.

Quite by chance, she stumbled upon a BDSM dating website, feeling a long-lost excitement and novelty. While freely browsing under the username "Rose," she met a BDSM user named "Ma Gan," and they instantly clicked. Inspired by this BDSM user, Zhong Ping discovered that behind her haughty exterior lay a desire for a completely different kind of life. Stepping out of her pampered upbringing and experiencing being treated like a slave would surely be novel and interesting. "Do you really have this thought?" Ma Gan asked her.

"I know now, I've actually had the desire to be a slave since I was little, I just haven't realized it yet."

"Then, you can go to a place to fulfill your desire. If you're interested, write down this address."

The sun had completely set, and after more than an hour of consideration, curiosity finally overcame her fear of danger. Zhong Ping arranged her work at the company, didn't let Lao Chen drive her, and instead took a taxi to her destination more than 300 kilometers away. It was already 10 p.m. when she arrived. In the suburbs of a small county town, a cluster of low-rise buildings came into view. Upon closer inspection, it was a restaurant with a rather rustic name: Juxianzhuang.

Inside, the layout was no different from any other restaurant. There were practically no customers, only two young female servers, around 18 or 19 years old, sitting and chatting. Had she gone to the wrong place? Zhong Ping began to feel a little nervous and doubtful.

"Sister, what would you like to eat?" a server greeted her warmly.

"Oh, I'm looking for someone."

"You are...?" The server seemed to understand something, but was also a little incredulous; she had never seen such an elegant lady visit the owner before.

In a living room, after some fine tea, the restaurant owner, Jin Helang, came to meet her. After polite greetings, Zhong Ping sized up this Mr. Sun. Seeing that he was about 50 years old, with a kind face, she began to relax and feel at ease.

"Since you really want to experience it, please sign this statement." A printed statement was handed to Zhong Ping.

“You can rest assured about one thing: the statement you signed is a necessary procedure for entering our virtual world, and your safety is not a problem. What you are facing is training, not abuse.” From the restaurant owner's calm tone, Zhong Ping felt much calmer. After a brief consideration, she signed her name on the statement voluntarily relinquishing her human rights and accepting slave-like training.

“Alright, all the formalities are complete. Please follow me.” The restaurant owner politely led the way. Zhong Ping thought to herself, “I didn’t expect the owner of such a rural restaurant to be so gentlemanly.”

They passed through several courtyards and stopped in front of an inconspicuous building, resembling an underground air-raid shelter built in the 1960s. Sure enough, after entering, a wall opened, and after climbing more than 100 steps down a staircase, there was a thick reinforced concrete door. As she stepped through the door, Zhong Ping’s heart pounded with a complex mix of fear, unease, and anticipation. She knew what this meant for her future. The door slammed shut...

The place was surprisingly large, a veritable labyrinth, supposedly leading down into the mountains via locked partitions for wartime evacuation. Equipped with a generator, the interior, though over 20 meters underground, was deliberately dimly lit. Ropes and chains on the walls added to the eerie atmosphere.

"Madam, this is the last time I'll address you like this. Once you enter our world, the first thing you must do is completely forget your identity in the outside world. In our eyes, there are only slaves. Our task is to change the slave's mindset, making her completely docile, and developing her body to satisfy any need of her master. Now, strip off all your clothes; you must be completely naked." The polite gentleman outside had instantly transformed into a haughty master.

While being told that all her clothes and jewelry would be returned when she was fully trained, the man stamped a seal on Zhong Ping's buttocks, reminding her of pork in a supermarket. "Your name from now on will be: Bitch Number 8, remember that."

The man put a wide dog leash around Zhong Ping's neck, handcuffed her hands behind her back, and then chained them to the leash, suspending her high up. He took a pair of training panties with dildos on both sides, inserting the dildos into Zhong Ping's front and back holes respectively. He put a pair of 10cm high heels on her slender bare feet, bound her knees with leather belts, and locked a foot-long shackle on both ankles. He gagged her mouth wide open, then took several small locks and locked them at the gag belt and the training panties. He used a small lock to connect a dog leash to Zhong Ping's leash.

"Let's go, I'll take you inside." Because the heels were too high, her knees and above were bound, and her feet couldn't take big steps, but she was being pulled forward quickly, so her body was swaying like a snake, with her chest thrust forward and her buttocks sticking out.

Inside was indeed a different world. Other masters led their slaves along the corridors. Passing a bar, they saw several masters drinking and talking loudly, with several slaves kneeling below. Seeing Zhong Ping's astonished expression, the man leading her said, "The rules here are that slaves cannot look at their masters above the waist, slaves cannot speak without permission, and slaves must kneel before any master. But don't worry, your body is protected by locks. You are only for display, not for use."

Zhong Ping thought gratefully that this master was very considerate. "I am not your master, just a guide. You will be chosen by your master in a moment. Enjoy yourself now." As Zhong Ping pondered the meaning of these words, she saw the man press a button on a remote control, and suddenly the vibrating dildos in her vagina and anus began to stir.

Trembling and writhing, Zhong Ping was led into a large room. Five female slaves knelt side-by-side, their bodies bound with dog chains and marked with stamps. Zhong Ping was led to number eight and ordered to kneel. They were waiting for a master willing to train them. While waiting, they had to recite the slave code on the wall. "My status is not human, but livestock; I am equivalent to a female dog, my body and soul belong to my master; my greatest joy is to make my master happy..." The person who brought her left, his figure blurring and gradually fading into the distance. Zhong Ping was intoxicated by physical pleasure, as if floating in a cloud...

"Is she new? She looks very wealthy and noble outside, her body is so well maintained. Ah, and she's also very slutty, she's leaked so much. I'll choose her."

Brainwashed, Zhong Ping dared not look up. In a daze, a pair of high heels appeared in her lowered gaze, the toes still smeared with oil. How could it be a mistress? As Zhong Ping was wondering, the dog leash around her neck was pulled up. "Hey! How come it's you?"

Hearing this familiar voice, her face, which had been forcefully pulled up, met the eyes of the person opposite her. Zhong Ping was immediately ashamed and wanted to disappear. It turned out that the person holding the dog leash around her neck was none other than her college friend, Shujun. During their university years, Zhong Ping often took care of Shu Jun, who came from a poor family. She encouraged Shu Jun in both her life and studies. The two were best friends and maintained close contact even after graduation. Many classmates took their friendship as a model.

Seeing that she was holding the hand of her best friend, Shujun blushed slightly. Seeing her once close and respected senior sister now naked, her body bound by various instruments, kneeling on the ground like a dog, her genitals still dripping with vaginal fluid, standing there awkwardly frozen.

"Ping! Do you truly enjoy being a slave?" Shujun tentatively broke the silence.

The Shujun who had always given her a gentle and refined impression was actually a queen! Zhong Ping remained kneeling before her former friend in a humiliating posture, a strange pleasure rising within her. Was she truly born to be a slave? After hearing Shujun's question, Zhong Ping nodded vigorously.

"Then...shall we continue?"

Zhong Ping nodded, her face flushed. Being abused by her classmate was truly shameful, yet also filled with anticipation.

Shujun laughed, "How come I didn't notice you sooner, you little bitch? Don't worry, I'm very experienced, I'll definitely be able to uncover all the lewd subconscious thoughts in your heart. You'd better behave well, or your body will suffer. Here, we're not just friends, we'll maintain a master-slave relationship. You know your place, just like livestock, I hope you like me saying that to you."

Shujun regained her queenly dignity, a cold temperament that Zhongping had never seen before.

Shujun unlocked the lock on the wall connecting Zhongping's dog chain, took a whip and put it in Zhongping's mouth, leading the female slave with the whip in her mouth towards the depths of the corridor.

Zhongping was led to a small room, and when the two were alone, Zhongping's face turned as red as a sheet; but Shujun acted as if nothing was wrong, "Kneel here, bitch number 8!"

Zhongping knelt on the cool floor, and Shujun sat in the chair in front of Zhongping. Zhong Ping still couldn't fully accept the fact that her friend had spied on her privacy, and her expression was extremely unnatural.

*Slap!* A crisp sound made Zhong Ping feel the force of her mistress's hand on her face.

"You lowly dog, tell me when you started liking being a slave?"

"In college."

*Slap!* An even louder slap landed on Zhong Ping's face. "Forgot what, you lowly dog?"

"In college, Master."

"Do you like being trained by me?"

"Very much, Master."

"What do you like to do?"

"Give up my human rights, be my plaything and sex tool, be treated like a lowly animal."

"You're really lowly! I hope you can find satisfaction here."

Shu Jun asked questions while slapping Zhong Ping, making Zhong Ping completely forget about her friends in the outside world and establish the concept of a mistress. After checking the sensitivity of various parts of her body, Shu Jun felt reassured by Zhong Ping's reaction and began to train her, because she was certain that Zhong Ping truly enjoyed being abused.

Finally, Shujun said, "Today is your first lesson, a public 'discipline,' the purpose of which is to shatter your self-esteem."

Shujun took a hemp rope about the thickness of a thumb and skillfully tied Zhong Ping's arms and hands tightly behind her back. Then she tied Zhong Ping's pants together, connecting the rope binding her feet to the knot binding her hands. With a strong pull, she found it wasn't tight enough and actually pressed Zhong Ping to the ground like a piece of pork, using her feet to push against Zhong Ping's back, completely binding her hands and feet together. Zhong Ping's body was very flexible due to maintenance and exercise, but she was still bound like a large piece of meat, unable to move at all. She pulled out the rubber rods from both the front and back of her body. Because her vagina and anus could not close due to being stretched open for a long time, Shujun took a gag and put it on Zhong Ping's mouth. Because the gag was too big, it stretched Zhong Ping's mouth open exaggeratedly. After securing her, Shujun said with satisfaction, "This way, your master won't have to worry about being bitten when using your mouth. Today is the day your body is pushed to its limits, so be fully prepared. You will be whipped and used in turns."

With that, she hung the ropes binding Zhong Ping's hands and feet on an iron hook, pressed a remote control, and the hook began to rise until it lifted Zhong Ping's body about a meter off the ground. Then, it slowly moved in one direction, passing through a curtain and entering a noisy hall. This was the bar they had passed on the way here; it was crowded and smoky. Zhong Ping, treated like a helpless lump of flesh by her former friend, was slowly, slowly, entered this hellish space.

Zhong Ping, bound into a suspended ball of flesh by Shujun, entered the noisy hall. "This is the newest bitch, number 8. Her wish is to be the lowest of the low. Please enjoy her to your heart's content," Shujun announced ruthlessly, seemingly forgetting that the female slave bound before her was once her best friend. This was what she liked.

Zhong Ping's body was suspended and displayed in various corners of the hall as the pulley moved. Shujun coated all the orifices on her body with a layer of silver, making her vital parts gleam in the dim light, attracting everyone's attention.

A tall man pressed a button in front of him, and the pulley suspending Zhong Ping stopped in his position. The height at which Zhong Ping was suspended made it easy for the man to use her. The man shoved his penis into Zhong Ping's mouth. Although she was mentally prepared to be a slave, her habitual aversion made her instinctively try to bite the intruder, but all she could bite was the steel of the gag. Apart from the soreness in her gums and cheeks, she couldn't stop the penis from entering her mouth, so she had to give up and let it go. The penis roamed wildly in Zhong Ping's mouth. The man held Zhong Ping's dog leash with his left hand and grabbed her hair with his right, making her unable to move at all. The penis was deeply inserted into her throat. Ignoring Zhong Ping's dry heaving, he thrust wildly. Thick liquid sprayed deep into her throat. She couldn't spit it out and could only swallow it with difficulty. But suddenly, a strong jet of water gushed from the tip of the penis, rushing straight into Zhong Ping's esophagus. The fishy smell made Zhong Ping unable to breathe. "So I'm not only being treated like livestock, but also like a public toilet!" The intense humiliation assaulted Zhong Ping's senses. She thought to herself, "In the outside world, I'm pampered and powerful, who dares to disrespect me? Who could imagine that I would enjoy this degrading feeling?"

At the same time, a similarly thick penis was thrust into Zhong Ping's anus. With each powerful thrust, Zhong Ping's bound body swayed rhythmically in the air. Her helpless struggles only resulted in her body writhing like a worm, further fueling the inserter's lust. After

several rounds of excessive thrusting and ejaculation, all three of Zhong Ping's orifices were used to their fullest extent. Nearly a liter of various fluids entered her body; Zhong Ping was astonished at her own capacity.

In a daze, Zhong Ping finished her first lesson of being used in turn.

After washing and resting, Zhong Ping regained her radiant beauty. She was now alone with her husband, Shu Jun, in a secret room.

Zhong Ping's hands were tightly bound, suspended high on a dog chain around her neck. She knelt before Shu Jun, her buttocks resting on Shu Jun's heels. She remained silent, head bowed, a hint of shyness in her expression, not entirely out of compliance with the rules of slavery, but also because she couldn't face the reality that her former classmate was now her master.

Shu Jun, her previous coldness gone, looked at Zhong Ping with tenderness. This was her former classmate and friend, the one she had once respected and admired, the senior she had so deeply admired. But it was humiliating her, abusing her, treating her like livestock that brought her satisfaction.

"Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap!" Shu Jun slowly slapped Zhong Ping's mouth, the force increasing until Zhong Ping's face swayed from side to side. Shu Jun, experienced in such matters, avoided slapping her ears and temples to avoid hurting her slave. The rhythm gradually quickened, the slaps echoing as Zhong Ping's face flushed.

"Lie down and lick your master's toes." Zhong Ping obediently opened her mouth and sucked on Shu Jun's feet.

"Who would have thought that the noble Zhong Ping would lick my toes back then? You're such a slut... Alright, now it's time for the whipping."

Shujun deftly hooked Zhong Ping's hands, which were bound behind her back, onto an iron hook hanging down. She pressed a button, and the hook slowly rose, pulling Zhong Ping straight from her kneeling position and lifting her heels off the ground until her toes barely touched the ground. Zhong Ping could only desperately tense her toes to alleviate the pain from the ropes on her hands. Finally, Zhong Ping stood there swaying and struggling.

Shujun then picked up a nine-tailed whip and began to whip Zhong Ping's body, making her tremble. She precisely applied the force of the whip to every part of Zhong Ping's body, targeting every part, with her genitals and breasts receiving the most attention. Zhong Ping's entire weight was concentrated on the toes of her feet, and she was spun around in circles.

“You know how many boys dreamed of you back in college? Did you ever secretly wish to be their sex slave?”

Zhong Ping was still pondering Shu Jun’s words when Shu Jun continued, “I’ll grant your wish today.”

Zhong Ping was untied from the ropes, but the ropes binding her hands remained, and her feet were bound together. Shu Jun pulled on the dog chain around Zhong Ping’s neck, and Zhong Ping could only hop like a rabbit to keep up. After hopping a long way, Zhong Ping was re-tied, this time even more tightly, her entire body secured inside a wooden box, forced to kneel inside, with only her buttocks and genitals protruding from the opening at the top. The box was locked with a brass lock. Therefore, anyone who came could only see and play with the female slave’s genitals inside the box, but couldn’t know who they were playing with.

After a long wait, Shu Jun entered, chatting and laughing with a man. "This is the sex slave I told you about. She's someone of status who wants excitement, so you can only have physical contact, no verbal communication, and don't get to know each other. Okay. Enjoy." Zhong Ping felt the man's voice was familiar. After thinking for a while, she realized it was him! Wang Ba, her classmate from university, was the ugliest guy in the class, 1.6 meters tall, with buck teeth, a weasel-like face, and had been punished for stealing girls' underwear. He was a universally acknowledged scumbag... My body is going to be played with by this scumbag. Thinking about it, Zhong Ping's lower body became wet again. Was she really that cheap?

"It's not an ugly old woman, is it?" Wang Ba asked Shu Jun with a smile.

"She's more beautiful than you can imagine." Zhong Ping listened to Shu Jun and Wang Ba's exchange from inside the dark box.

"Ah? You're really lewd, so much fluid, looks like you heard me coming." Wang Ba said, thrusting his penis into Zhong Ping's body. Wang Ba's body was truly amazing; he ejaculated three times into each of Zhong Ping's two holes, playing with her for over two hours, still not satisfied. He took a rubber rod and poked it around in Zhong Ping's openings. Zhong Ping's mouth, stuffed with gags, dripped with saliva, her lower body being wantonly ravaged by the rogue, reaching orgasm after orgasm.

Half a month passed quickly. During this time, Zhong Ping's body had been pushed to its limits. She was used at will by the chefs and waiters of Juxianzhuang Restaurant and Boss Sun. Two silver rings were embedded in her breasts, a stainless steel ring was worn on the septum between her noses, the dog chain around her neck was welded shut, and four stainless steel rings were pierced side by side through her labia. Of course, all of this was done with her consent.

"Tomorrow your slave training will end, and you've performed very well. There's one last thing to finish: branding your master's code name onto your body. We were entrusted by your master to train you into a qualified slave." Bound with leather straps and embracing a cylindrical object, a sharp pain accompanied by the smell of burning flesh caused Zhong Ping, whose mouth was gagged, to let out a muffled groan. Her body stiffened like a spring before going limp. A deep "C" was branded onto her full buttocks. The mark was so pronounced that even surgery couldn't remove it; it would be a permanent mark.

As she left, the two rows of steel rings on Zhong Ping's labia were locked together with two small silver locks. "You cannot unlock them until you see your master. This is to preserve your chastity. Your body no longer belongs to you, so you have no right to use your genitals. Of course, this doesn't prevent you from urinating; just maintain good hygiene." Shu Jun reluctantly hugged Zhong Ping goodbye. "Outside, we'll still be good sisters."

"Of course, master." Zhong Ping, her locked body now dressed in the clothes she had come in, regained her elegant and noble air.

As she walked through the hotel lobby, the male and female staff professionally bowed and said goodbye, "Welcome back next time," showing no trace of the humiliation and abuse they had inflicted on this noble lady like a dog just days before.

Stepping outside, the blinding sunlight made Zhong Ping squint.

Suddenly, the sound of brakes rang out beside her. Wasn't that my car? As Zhong Ping was wondering, her driver, Lao Chen, jumped out of the car and opened the door. "Ms. Zhong, please get in." Zhong Ping looked at Lao Chen in surprise. How did he know I was here? I didn't tell anyone when I came; I took a taxi. Could it be...? Zhong Ping got into the car suspiciously. As she sat in the back seat, her labia clicked together softly.

Lao Chen drove without saying a word, while Zhong Ping's mind raced in the back. Who was her master?

"Ms. Zhong, what's that around your neck?" Lao Chen suddenly broke the silence.

Only then did Zhong Ping realize that, in her distraction, her collar had opened, revealing a dog chain welded to her body. She quickly covered it up, not wanting to lose face in front of her subordinate, but she was also a little annoyed. How could her driver look at his female boss's chest? Just as she was about to reprimand Old Chen, she heard him coldly say, "You shouldn't be sitting in the seat; you should be kneeling there." Startled, Zhong Ping saw two gleaming silver keys hanging from Old Chen's fingers. She instinctively touched the slave brand on her buttocks. Old Chen?!

"I haven't had a chance to tell you yet, but I have an online name: Ma Gan."

Everything became clear; she had been gradually lured into becoming a female slave by Old Chen.

"Yes, Master," Zhong Ping obediently knelt on the floor behind her.

The car sped away, passing through fields and bustling cities, but no one would suspect that the owner of this luxurious car was kneeling inside as a female slave.

The journey filled Zhong Ping with both embarrassment and anticipation. The thought of being enslaved by a subordinate who had served her for years filled her with excitement. Kneeling in the carriage, Zhong Ping's knees sometimes ached from the bumps and jolts, but the endurance training she underwent in the slave training world allowed her to persevere—an ordeal she could never have imagined before.

Throughout the journey, Zhong Ping remained silent, adhering to the rules of slavery. Old Chen glanced at his spoils in the rearview mirror—a noble woman who, just a month ago, was his high and mighty boss and 15 years his junior, was now kneeling obediently before him. The reality he had fantasized about countless times but never dared to believe was real filled him with pride, and he talked incessantly: "I've long hoped to one day get my hands on this proud woman, so I've been observing you closely. I've long sensed your subconscious desire to be a slave, and now I've finally achieved my wish. I'll check on the effectiveness of your training inside later." With that, Old Chen slowly parked the car beside a village road, took out two thick hemp ropes from his toolbox, and tightly bound Zhong Ping's arms and hands behind her back. He then used another rope to loop around Zhong Ping's waist, through her inner thighs, and tightly bound it into a thong, binding her knees together. He then put a gag on Zhong Ping. Without a word, he dragged the bound Zhong Ping out of the car and threw her onto the road. "I'll be waiting for you a kilometer ahead. You have to catch up with me before dark, or you'll have to go home dressed like this." After saying that, Old Chen drove off, kicking up dust.

Zhong Ping's knees were numb from kneeling for two hours. After being thrown to the ground, she struggled for a while before finally managing to kneel again. Then, with her buttocks sticking out, she laboriously stood up, using her head to prop herself up. Her knees were bound together, making her walk unsteady and difficult. Her high heels eventually fell off, so she simply walked barefoot. Not far away, two village women returning home at dusk saw Zhong Ping. They pointed and whispered in surprise, their faces showing astonishment and mockery. All of this filled Zhong Ping with immense shame, yet also a strange excitement. After walking a while longer, several children around ten years old appeared. Seeing this "crazy woman" on the road, they immediately had a game in mind. They each broke off a branch and began whipping Zhong Ping from behind, laughing and shouting as they followed. With her mouth gagged and hands bound, Zhong Ping was completely unable to resist. Her writhing body prevented her from walking quickly, and she could only endure the children's bullying. Just then, a man around 50 years old appeared and shouted to the children, "Go home, you bunch of troublemakers! Stop bullying the idiot!"

Seeing the children scatter, the man walked over to Zhong Ping with concern, sizing up the woman before him, and touched the ropes binding her. "They're tied up really tight, tighter than I usually tie up pigs. Who's so ruthless?" Dusk deepened, and there were no more pedestrians on the country road. Suddenly, the man had a wicked thought. He pushed the woman, who was bound tightly, down and straddled her. "Today is my day to enjoy myself. I'll have my way with this idiot, and no one will know. She's quite pretty, huh? Her body is so soft and tender." He indulged in pleasure three times on this silent and unresisting body, then left Zhong Ping on the ground and disappeared into the vast night. Zhong Ping didn't resist at all when her body was violated. She obediently surrendered herself to a sweaty farmer reeking of cigarette smoke. Zhong Ping's thoughts slowly began to race. "I've become a beast at the mercy of others. Can I ever go back to my old life?" she thought. "Never again. My body and soul are completely enslaved."

She staggered along when suddenly the headlights of a car ahead shone brightly. Zhong Ping's consciousness was almost blank. She only remembered a large hand grabbing the ropes binding her and throwing her into the car like a piece of meat. After another long, bumpy ride, they finally stopped. It was nearly midnight. Through the car window, Zhong Ping saw her long-lost home, her detached villa on the outskirts of the city. The dog leash around her neck was pulled, and she was roughly dragged out of the car—it felt like a lifetime ago that Old Chen had always been so attentive in opening the car door. "Get down, you lowly dog!" A sharp shout startled Zhong Ping, who instinctively knelt on the ground. Old Chen, holding one end of the chain, led his mistress into the house like a dog.

How should she behave in her own home? Zhong Ping was somewhat at a loss, kneeling blankly on the living room floor.

"Strip naked! I've never seen a female dog naked before! Completely naked!" Old Chen's cold words even revealed a hint of excitement.

Her clothes were stripped off completely, her body exposed. Zhong Ping's fair body made Old Chen gasp in amazement.

Old Chen set up a camera, pointing it at Zhong Ping's kneeling body. Zhong Ping began reading the "Slave Contract" to the camera

: "I, Zhong Ping, am 30 years old. Occupation: President of Aiding International Electronics Group. Today, I solemnly declare that I voluntarily and unconditionally give my body and soul to my master, Chen Fafu. From now on, I will obey my master's every command, appear before him in a non-human form, and make pleasing my master my life's goal. I will not disobey my master's physical demands, at any time or in any place. This is my declaration." As she read, Zhong Ping's genitals became excessively wet.

"Bitch, your master doesn't want to ruin your career. From now on, you'll still be my boss at work, but at home you'll be my sex slave. From now on, you won't wear clothes at home, and the first thing you'll do every day when you get home is to attach the chain to the loop of your dog leash with a small lock, hang it on the iron ring on the wall, kneel down with your back to the door, handcuff your hands behind your back, and hold a whip in your mouth. If you forget one day, you'll be hung up with your feet off the ground and whipped 50 times."

Old Chen's thorough training, with its slaps, hanging, and repeated thrusts into her body, made Old Chen intoxicated with the sensual flesh of his former mistress. During Zhong Ping's absence, Lao Chen converted the basement into a prison cell. After using Zhong Ping, he would often tie her hands behind her back, hang her nose ring on a dangling chain, pull it upwards until Zhong Ping's legs were raised high, then lock it and leave. Zhong Ping had no idea when he would return and could only endure helplessly and desperately. When Lao Chen returned, Zhong Ping was always drenched in sweat. He would also tie Zhong Ping's hands and feet and place her on the floor as his footstool. While watching TV or making phone calls, he would step on his female slave, occasionally enjoying the sensation of her tongue sucking.

Thus, this rebellious relationship between the female boss and subordinate was maintained, with both sides deriving immense pleasure from it.

Lao Chen and several colleagues from the company frequently visited an underground brothel. Once, after drinking, he boasted about his charm with women, claiming they were willing to be completely subservient to him. The proprietress laughed at his boasting, and his colleagues also egged him on. Old Chen said fiercely, "Just you wait and see."

The person following Old Chen stepped onto the stage, and Old Chen ripped off her trench coat. Everyone inside was stunned.

Although the person's head was covered, her flowing hair revealed her to be a woman. Her body was now completely naked, with a welded collar around her neck, her hands tightly bound behind her back with leather straps, her knees bound with leather straps, and her feet locked with foot-long shackles. Only then did people understand why she had been walking unsteadily. Her breasts attracted many gazes; two steel rings pierced her nipples, and her lower body was sealed with parallel steel rings and small locks. Old Chen connected a thin chain to the woman's nipple rings and, using his little finger, displayed her in the hall. The woman's nipples were stretched long, following Old Chen's every step as he turned. The proprietress's eyes widened as she stared at the meticulously treated female body before her. Two large characters were painted in ink on either side of the buttocks: "Mother" on the left, "Dog" on the right. Ru Yan, the president's secretary sitting in the crowd, was being dragged in by her colleagues for the first time to "see" this. She was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth. As the body was pulled in front of her, she couldn't help but touch the lock on the woman's private parts, a strange feeling rising within her. Ru Yan softly asked Old Chen, "Was she willing?" "Of course." Seeing the secretary, who had been so respectful during the day, commenting on her like an object, Zhong Ping felt a surge of lewdness. Of course, Old Chen didn't miss her reaction. He told the secretary, "You can whip her; she likes it." He then turned to Zhong Ping and asked, "Right, bitch?"

Zhong Ping nodded hurriedly. She was tied upside down to a frame, her body secured with steel rings, making movement difficult. *Snap!* The burning sensation on her buttocks made her feel the strength of her secretary.

When Ru Yan returned to her seat after venting her excitement, a male colleague who was usually close to her whispered in her ear, "I wish I could treat you the way she does." Ru Yan blushed, but she wasn't angry; she just muttered, "It won't hurt much, will it?"

The bright sun rose again, and Zhong Ping was back in his spacious office, efficiently handling company business.

Secretary Ru Yan, carrying a cup of coffee, approached the engrossed CEO Zhong Ping. Suddenly, she accidentally spilled coffee on Zhong Ping's sleeve. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Zhong," Ru Yan apologized hastily, pulling Zhong Ping's wrist to wipe the stain. Ru Yan noticed the mark on Zhong Ping's wrist: "Mr. Zhong, what happened to your hand? Are you hurt?" Ru Yan asked her boss with concern. "It's okay," Zhong Ping tried to pull her hand away, but she used too much force and slumped into the boss's chair, the pain in her buttocks causing her to jump up with a cry.

Ru Yan suddenly smiled mysteriously: "As expected, my guess has been confirmed. You are the bitch from the bar yesterday! Even though you were wearing a mask, how could you hide it from me, who has been with you for three years? The red mole behind your ear gave you away. I recognized you yesterday, but I still can't believe it. How did our noble CEO Zhong become Old Chen's sex slave?" Zhong Ping was still trying to explain: "You've got it wrong. I don't know what you're talking about." But her tone was no longer harsh.

“If you continue to deny it, can you lift your clothes and let me see your whipped buttocks? If that still doesn’t work, I’ll go to my colleagues at the company and explain the situation to them so they can reason with me.” Ru Yan finished speaking and turned to leave.

“Wait a minute…” Zhong Ping hesitated and stopped Ru Yan.

“You’ve figured it out? You can be Old Chen’s bitch, why can’t you be my sex slave? Isn’t this what you wanted? If you don’t object, kneel down and lick my toes once. Consider it a symbolic ritual.”

Zhong Ping looked at Ru Yan standing in front of her and finally slowly bent her knees, kneeling at the feet of her 21-year-old female secretary.

Seeing her female boss finally submit, Ru Yan smiled excitedly. She had only been working for a short time and admired her boss, Zhong Ping, to the point of worship, fantasizing that she would be content if she could catch up with half of her. However, as time went by, she realized that she could never reach the effortless and confident demeanor of such a powerful businesswoman, and instead became jealous, twisted to the point of always wanting to surpass Zhong Ping in other ways. Yesterday's accidental discovery filled her with ecstasy, keeping her awake all night as she plotted how to prove her eyes weren't deceiving her. Today, thanks to her meticulously planned schemes, everything was finally in place. Looking at her female boss kneeling on the floor, head bowed, she could hardly believe her long-held dream had come true. She instinctively strolled to Zhong Ping's large boss's chair and sat down comfortably. "Bitch, crawl over here!" Ru Yan watched with relish as the defeated Zhong Ping groveled behind the large desk, all her former arrogance gone. "Take off my shoes with your mouth!" Zhong Ping immediately focused intently on her young secretary's high-heeled sandals and began to execute the order with her mouth. "Lick every toe." Zhong Ping began to serve the young girl with her tongue and lips, her high-raised buttocks swaying back and forth. Shame and embarrassment were gradually overwhelmed by the rising tide of lewd pleasure… *

Tap tap tap…* Someone knocked on the CEO's office door. Zhong Ping immediately tried to stand up, but Ru Yan stepped on her head. "Come in." It was Old Wang who entered. "Secretary Ru, why are you sitting in CEO Zhong's seat? There's a package for him." "Oh, bring it here. I'll sign for it on his behalf." "Didn't CEO Zhong come to the company today? Why isn't he in his office?" Old Wang asked. "Oh, he probably went to the branch office." Ru Yan spoke to Old Wang casually while playing with Zhong Ping, who was hunched over the desk, using her toes to manipulate her, then sticking her entire toe into Zhong Ping's mouth. Old Wang left. Ru Yan lifted Zhong Ping's skirt, inserted the pen she had just used for signing into Zhong Ping's anus, and began to fondle and manipulate it with her hand. Zhong Ping couldn't believe that her young, unmarried secretary was so adept at manipulating another woman. Did she have lesbian tendencies?

The annual company electronics product exhibition had arrived. Zhong Ping received orders from Queen Ru Yan to serve as a model at the adult electronics booth.

Zhong Ping donned a mask and stood on the rotating booth, dressed in a tight-fitting suit made of alloy threads, styled as a slave, looking like a robot. She was still bound by chains, her hands chained behind her back to a corset, her feet locked to iron rings on the ground, and her nose ring reattached, connected to an iron ring on the pillar behind her. Thus, she was completely bound, with no freedom whatsoever, her body suspended like a piece of pork under the public gaze. However, people simply assumed she was just a robot, because no female employee or professional model would willingly serve as a model for adult products.

But what they could never have imagined was that Zhong Ping's body was riddled with various mechanisms. A new ring had recently been pierced through Zhong Ping's tongue—a ring Ru Yan had insisted on. Knowing that Zhong Ping bore Lao Chen's mark, Ru Yan wanted an alloy ring engraved with her name to symbolize her own sovereignty over Zhong Ping's body. Her tongue ring, her two nipple rings, the stainless steel ring on her vulva, the charcoal core in her anus, and even the soles of her feet were all connected to contact plates for pulsed electric currents.

Ru Yan was enthusiastically introducing this new type of sex toy to several clients. She was controlling the "robot's" desires with a remote control, and different electrical currents were stimulating the body of the female CEO who was wrapped in it. Zhong Ping recognized that among these people were General Manager Qi of Huaqi Group, a long-time client of her company, and Liu Fangfei, the sales director of Nuwa Company, a competitor of her company. They had been rivals for many years, and both respected and feared each other. If she knew that I had been dealt with like this, I wonder how she would gloat. Two male employees of her company were also watching this interesting machine with great interest.

Watching Ru Yan manipulate the remote control, manipulating the mannequin on the stage, Liu Fangfei couldn't resist taking the remote to try it out herself. She pressed the current controller on the vaginal ring, and immediately Zhong Ping felt weak all over. The current penetrated straight into her uterus, and the iron core in her anus began to discharge. Zhong Ping was drenched in sweat, completely powerless. Her body was firmly bound by iron chains, and the nose ring faithfully kept her in an upright position. Even so, Zhong Ping couldn't help but writhe, her soft moans muffled by a gag. The sight made Liu Fangfei blush. "Where did your company find such a cheap model?" She never imagined that it was actually the company's female president, Zhong Ping!

It was the weekend. After enthusiastically whipping Zhong Ping, Old Chen said, "Bitch, I'm taking you back to my hometown today. Some of my buddies want to play with you."

The rural area in the middle of the Yanshan Mountains was isolated and underdeveloped. Zhong Ping's four-wheel-drive SUV traversed the route used by oxcarts, bumping along for over five hours before finally reaching its destination: a small village with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys.

"Brother Chen, I heard you can breed dogs, is that true?" "Oh, it's Brother Er Laizi! Not bad, I keep a female dog at home, bring her over for breeding."

Old Chen opened the back door of the SUV, unlocked the iron cage inside, and led out a "female dog." Er Laizi was so shocked he couldn't close his mouth. Because it was a remote mountain village, Zhong Ping wasn't even wearing a mask. Before Er Laizi's eyes, a naked woman's body was being slowly led out, her chains jingling. Her fair, slightly plump body exuded a sensual allure. "Let her mate with a male dog?" Erlaizi asked incredulously. "Yes, she did it willingly." Old Chen then unfastened Zhong Ping's chastity belt, revealing two exaggeratedly stretched openings. Erlaizi swallowed hard. "I'd rather have her." "She's a female dog, not our species. How could you mate with an animal?" Old Chen reprimanded Erlaizi righteously. "Alright then, let my dog enjoy it." The

big black dog straddled the female body comfortably, its fair body writhing rhythmically, secreting copious amounts of fluid. Although it didn't have the alluring scent of other female dogs, it was still very pleasurable. This dog looked almost exactly like its mistress! The dog's genitals swelled into a large bulge inside Zhong Ping's body, locking the two dogs' bodies tightly together. It wasn't until more than an hour later that the dog finally withdrew its genitals.

Under Erlaizi's watchful gaze, the female dog was led back into its cage and locked up. "Can she mate with a pig? I have a big boar at home."

"Sure, bring it over tomorrow." Hearing Old Chen's reply, Zhong Ping, the female dog in the cage, became wet again.

After several days living in the mountain village, Zhong Ping was either mating with pigs or dogs or chained up in a cage, experiencing an extremely lowly life, worse than that of an animal, but she also derived great pleasure from it, feeling a relaxation she had never felt before.

The village was not big to begin with, and later everyone, men and women alike, knew that Old Chen had brought back a human-shaped female dog. From time to time, nosy men would bring their male dogs to mate with the "female dog," satisfying their visual needs. Some women also heard about it and deliberately watched the mating process of the two "dogs." Basically, all the male dogs in the village had mate with this "female dog." But Old Chen had a kind wish and planned to satisfy the stray dogs in the neighboring villages or those without owners. So, he ordered a special pair of shackles from the village blacksmith shop.

That noon, he led the naked female dog through the village. Under the sunlight, Zhong Ping's fair body stimulated the eyes of men and women. By this time, Zhong Ping had completely adapted to her animalistic identity. She showed no shame in front of the crowd, crawling on the ground through their sight until she reached the ditch outside the village.

In the trench, Old Chen had Zhong Ping kneeling and chained to a rusty iron frame, her hands and feet firmly secured, her buttocks raised high. After setting her up, Old Chen shook her body vigorously to test the stability, saying with satisfaction, "You bitch, you're really going to be a dog prostitute now, and you can't escape it yourself. I'll come back for you at sunset." With that, Old Chen pulled a bottle from his pocket and poured the liquid inside onto Zhong Ping's vulva and anus: "It's the male dogs' estrus season right now. Spraying this on with the female dog's estrus secretions will soon attract customers to you, you dog prostitute. Enjoy!"

Zhong Ping was tightly chained in the deserted trench, her heart torn between fear and anticipation.

Before long, a dirty, long-haired, skinny dog ran into the ditch. It sniffed around, following the alluring scent to its source, but it still hesitated to approach the "human" exuding the scent of its own kind. Humans were masters; it was impossible for it to mate with a human. However, desire gradually overcame its fear. It slowly approached the strangely posed human body before it, tentatively licking the source of the scent with its tongue. But it received no beatings, not even scolding. The opening of that fleshy orifice was too tempting. The stray dog finally lay down on the naked "female dog's" body, its hard genitals entering the soft, warm interior.

Zhong Ping responded lewdly to the stray dog's thrusts, waves of pleasure surging within her. "I've truly become the lowest of the low," she thought, "even the lowest stray dog can enjoy me. What lower training can I endure?" After hundreds of thrusts, the dog's semen finally gushed out, expelling deep into Zhong Ping's body.

During this time, two more wolfhounds arrived. Seeing the naked "bitch" being penetrated, they didn't hesitate to mount Zhong Ping as soon as the long-haired stray dog finished, enjoying their free meal. Soon, five or six male dogs surrounded Zhong Ping. While one was using her, the others swaggered around, licking her body. Zhong Ping's body was filled with copious amounts of dog semen, some even overflowing and dripping onto the ground. Each of the stray dogs enjoyed Zhong Ping's body more than once, and under their rape, Zhong Ping reached several orgasms.

After several hours of debauchery, the dogs dispersed, satisfied, leaving only Zhong Ping, still in the poses made for canine mating, her hands and feet faithfully bound by chains. She had become nothing more than a tool for the dogs' lust, a lingering thought still savoring the excitement of the moment.

After being disdainfully tossed aside by Old Chen and rinsed several times in the livestock-washing pool, Zhong Ping was led back to her dog cage. "Tomorrow, you will be treated like a mule."

Zhong Ping was dressed in new clothes; a black leather corset squeezed her so tightly she could barely breathe, her waist shrinking to about 1.5 feet, emphasizing the curves of her hips. Her hands were firmly bound behind her back with leather cuffs, and her knees were chained with iron chains no more than a foot long—to restrict the mare's movements. A fake tail was inserted into her anus, and she was then led into the wheat field, where, amidst the laughter of children, Zhong Ping was whipped and trained like a beast. As the sun set, she was led home, but to the stable. Her nose ring was fastened to the iron ring used to tether livestock, and the ground was covered only with grass. Her movement was limited to a mere three meters. Finally, unable to bear the exhaustion, Zhong Ping lay down to rest on the grass. Her

two weeks in the village ended, and Zhong Ping returned to the hustle and bustle of the city, back to her powerful and influential company.

She was still the high-ranking CEO by day, and the lowly slave of her driver and secretary by night.

That day, her secretary, Ru Yan, said to Zhong Ping, "My sister heard about you. She's very interested and wants to meet you."

In a luxurious private room at the Blue Sky Hotel, Zhong Ping and Ru Yan sat chatting and laughing. Because they had just finished work, they hadn't changed out of their company uniforms. Zhong Ping's well-tailored, high-end suit further accentuated her naturally elegant and radiant aura. At this moment, a dignified-looking young woman entered the private room, led by a hostess. She paused for a moment upon seeing Zhong Ping, and Ru Yan quickly stood up to introduce her: "This is my sister, Ru Yi, and this is my boss, Mr. Zhong." After Ru Yi sat down, she softly asked Ru Yan, "Is she the person you were talking about?" "Yes, doesn't she look like her?" "I saw her on the street, I really didn't expect it. You're not lying to me, are you?"

All the waiters left, and Ru Yan said nonchalantly, "Why don't you pay your respects to the master's friend?" Zhong Ping immediately lowered her head and knelt gracefully. "Do you believe me now?" Seeing that her sister still hadn't fully adjusted to the situation, Ru Yan slapped Zhong Ping across the face, delivering several crisp slaps. "You lowly dog, hurry up and lick your master's sister; she'll be your master too." Before Ru Yi could react, a warm, moist pair of lips were already pressed against her toes, a soft tongue swirling and exploring between her toes. “Sister, you should try it too.” The scene before her finally awakened Ru Yi’s latent sadism. She grabbed Zhong Ping’s head and yelled, “Open your mouth!” *Ptooey!* She spat into Zhong Ping’s mouth. “Don’t spit it out, swallow it!” Under the sisters’ stern reprimands, Zhong Ping became a slave.

“I’ve long fantasized about having a female slave to vent my frustrations on. Today I’ve finally found one. I never imagined a female slave would have such a noble status and such a base hobby. I’ll take her home today. I think your brother-in-law will enjoy training this bitch.” Ru Yi also revealed her cold-blooded true colors.

“Alright, I didn’t expect you two, as university teachers, to have such a fetish. Well then, take her away and play with her for

a few days.” Zhong Ping was handed over to her sister Ru Yi by her secretary, Ru Yan. After dinner, Ru Yi quickly adapted to her role and to the fact that this excellent woman was now her prey. Zhong Ping was led away by Ru Yi. She silently followed her new mistress down the road. Her nose ring had been removed, and her dignified and noble appearance showed no sign of disrespect. She walked slightly behind Ru Yi, observing that Ru Yi was roughly her age, a lecturer in the university's medical department, but dressed simply, displaying the professional qualities of a teacher. Zhong Ping was led onto a public bus. She hadn't ridden a bus in a long time, but now, as a slave, she could only follow her master.

They entered the courtyard of a second-tier university, surrounded by polite teachers and students, which filled Zhong Ping with a sense of longing and warmth. What awaited her? They entered a five-story dormitory building. The corridors were fairly tidy, but traces of graffiti and spiderwebs could be found occasionally in the corners. Reaching an ordinary door on the third floor, Ru Yi unlocked it and went inside. Zhong Ping followed. It was a three-bedroom apartment, furnished like a typical intellectual family home. As Zhong Ping was browsing the furnishings, she suddenly felt a stern gaze fixed on her. Although there was no sound, it instantly reminded Zhong Ping of the rules of slavery, and she quickly knelt down. However, Ru Yi said, "Get up first. I don't want my husband to be upset. You came mainly to treat his chronic sexual dysfunction. He's a lecturer in the philosophy department, and because he didn't get promoted to associate professor, he's become cynical. He especially dislikes people who look noble and arrogant. You need to be careful."

Ru Yi's husband, middle-aged Li Xin, returned home and saw his wife sitting in the living room with a beautiful, elegantly dressed woman. He felt the woman looked familiar. Upon reflection, he realized it was the woman who had been cut off by a BMW and thrown into a ditch on his way to the supermarket the day before. He angrily cursed the driver, but the driver got out and punched him. During the struggle, he glimpsed the woman in the car, who was watching the scene indifferently. Li Xin's hatred for the rich intensified. "Servants bullying people and you don't even bother to care? What kind of people are you!" (Actually, Zhong Ping was completely immobilized at the time because Old Chen had her hands and feet locked.) But as an intellectual, he still nodded politely. Ru Yi and Zhong Ping both stood up. Ru Yi introduced Zhong Ping as her sister's boss, the president of an electronics company. Li Xin didn't hide his displeasure at this point and asked sarcastically, "Why would such a noble lady condescend to come to our house?" But his wife's answer surprised him: "She came to our house as a slave." Li Xin went from surprise to suspicion very quickly, but the sight of this noble woman kneeling before him excited him even faster.

After symbolically kissing the shoes of the university lecturer couple, Zhong Ping was taken by Ru Yi to another room to be dressed as a slave. During the dressing process, Zhong Ping felt the understanding of her female body structure and the skill of bondage demonstrated by a woman of her own age. After the dressing was completed, she was led out of the room. Li Xin was sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he saw the slave being led out of the room, his eyes immediately turned bloodshot: Zhong Ping was naked, her fair and plump body, exuding the charm of a mature woman, was bound with rope marks. The rope was made into a thong at the waist, deeply digging into the woman's vulva. Two rows of small locks on the outside of her vulva locked the rope inside. Bells jingled on her nipples, and a large nose ring was installed on her nose. His wife held a thin chain, pulling on the slave's pierced vulva. The slave's tender flesh in that area was pulled without any resistance, following the chain step by step into the hall. Ru Yi pulled Zhong Ping down to the door frame, threading a thin line through the nose ring attached to the iron ring on the frame. Zhong Ping's hands were already bound, and she hung there like a popsicle.

Li Xin walked tremblingly behind Zhong Ping, looking at the wealthy woman who had once humiliated him, now so lowly and bound before him. He subconsciously tugged at the rope around his crotch, the force causing Zhong Ping's body to twitch slightly. He took the whip his wife handed him, and lashed it down hard, this lash filled with his resentment towards the wealthy man, so it was very powerful. Zhong Ping let out a wail as her mouth was stuffed with two pairs of underwear. The whip whistled as it struck her buttocks again. She heard her mistress, Ru Yi, shout, "Bitch, wiggle your ass to seduce your master into disciplining you!" Her buttocks were raised high and swayed from side to side, the master's... The whip chased after her buttocks, leaving faint welts. Dozens of lashes drove Zhong Ping into a dazed state. Seeing her husband's long-dormant arousal, Ru Yi knelt down and took his penis into her mouth. Stimulated from both sides, Li Xin finally ejaculated into his wife's mouth. Ru Yi stood up, walked to Zhong Ping, pulled the panties out of her mouth, and poured every last drop of semen into her mouth. "Swallow it." Only after the female slave swallowed did Li Xin wake up from his daze. It seemed he had truly toyed with this noblewoman.

In the university lecturer's home, Zhong Ping cured the master's sexual dysfunction, but she suffered more sexual abuse from the mistress, because Ru Yi wanted to vent the jealousy the master felt from enjoying the female slave. Women know best how to torment other women. During sex, the master and mistress used Zhong Ping as a mattress. They would lie on top of her, and she would lick their genitals and anus. The mistress stipulated that if the master became limp, she would be used as a sofa for the day. She would be tied to a frame, back down, buttocks facing upwards, her hands bound to the armrests, and her legs pulled back to secure them to an iron ring attached to her nose. To avoid injuring her nose, she dared not relax her grip. The master could sit on the sofa – the slave's buttocks – and read the newspaper.

During a holiday, the master's older sister brought her 15-year-old son to visit Ru Yi's house.

In the days that followed, Ru Yi's sister, Ru Zhen, quickly adapted to being served by Zhong Ping. However, she didn't enjoy torturing Zhong Ping; instead, she despised Zhong Ping's self-degrading behavior and frequently displayed undisguised contempt for her. But she neglected her son. Her 15-year-old son, Guo Ming, was a well-behaved and obedient child. Ru Zhen hadn't considered the taboo of having Zhong Ping serve her son, but Guo Ming developed an interest in this female slave who resembled his aunt.

Every night, Zhong Ping would serve Guo Ming to bed, chained to the foot of the bed and sucking his toes until he fell asleep. If the young master needed to urinate at night, he would unlock Zhong Ping's chain with a key, lead her to sit on her back, and carry her to the toilet. One late night, Guo Ming woke up needing to urinate. He really didn't want to go to the toilet naked, so he led Zhong Ping by the chain to the bedside and commanded, "Open your mouth!" Zhong Ping groggily opened her mouth, and a hot, fishy-smelling liquid rushed into her mouth. She swallowed instinctively, and the liquid gushed out for half a minute before stopping. Zhong Ping's body immediately swelled up. Afterwards, but without pulling the penis out of his mouth, Zhong Ping knew she should lick it clean for her young master. After licking it a couple of times, the underdeveloped penis, with only a few sparse pubic hairs, suddenly became erect. She then began to masturbate the boy with her mouth, and it grew harder and harder. With heavy breathing, thick fluid sprayed into Zhong Ping's mouth, which she swallowed.

From then on, every night Zhong Ping brought Guo Ming the pleasures of virginity through her mouth, hands, vagina, or anus, and also consumed large amounts of protein. Finally, one day, Ru Zhen discovered something was amiss.

Zhong Ping knelt stiffly before Ru Zhen, her face covered in slap marks. After she confessed the truth, Ru Zhen said bitterly, "Aren't you so shameless that you have to seduce men? I'll let you have your way, so you won't corrupt my son when you come back." One of Ru Zhen's lovers was the captain of a construction team, so Zhong Ping was taken to the construction team's shed where they were building a road. Zhong Ping was stripped naked and bound like a pig with thick rope from the construction team. She was chained to a wooden stake in the house with a dog collar around her neck and a steel-lined muzzle in her mouth. She huddled on the ground in a sorry state, covered in dust and dirt, and no longer resembled a company president. More than a dozen migrant workers in the house gathered around, looking at this rather attractive woman. Ru Zhen loudly announced, "Brothers, you've worked hard all day, and there's nothing to do when you get home at night. So here's a female dog for you. Don't treat her like a human; do whatever you want with her. She's got a bit in her mouth, so even if you stick your penis in, she can't bite you. Her vagina and anus are also free for you to play with. She'll be open to you for three days. Today, everyone can go for it and have their fill. After that, she'll be locked up here. Whoever wants to play with her can use the key hanging on the wall to unlock the lock. Everyone, go for it!" The migrant workers went from initial doubt to a rush, eager to enjoy this unexpected treat. Amidst the rough treatment of the migrant workers, Zhong Ping experienced repeated orgasms. Ru Zhen watched her revenge with smug satisfaction. If she knew that Zhong Ping had been tied up in the fields and raped by wild dogs, she probably would have thought her actions were child's play.

After being brutally abused by Guo Ming, Zhong Ping was taken back to Ru Yi's home. This time, however, her mouth was treated differently than it had been in the work shed; a large gag was stuffed into her mouth, and her head was locked behind her head with a leather strap. Her vulva and anus were also securely fastened with a chastity belt. Guo Ming could no longer use her body, so he couldn't do anything absurd. However, things took an unexpected turn. A few days later, both Guo Ming and Zhong Ping disappeared.

They boarded a train heading west. Ru Yi had the keys to Zhong Ping's gag and chastity belt, so she wore a mask and a trench coat. The two, who resembled mother and son, aroused no suspicion. After boarding, they bought tickets for a soft sleeper carriage. Once inside, Guo Ming took out a bundle of rope from his bag. Zhong Ping smiled silently; it seemed this boy had truly gone mad.

Zhong Ping was stripped naked, her hands tied to the railings on either side of the bunk bed, and her feet bound together with rope. Guo Ming began whipping the fair buttocks. The carriage door was locked, but as the train passed through the fields outside, some people noticed a naked woman bound and whipped inside. However, the train roared past in an instant, and everyone thought it was their imagination, perhaps a hallucination born from their subconscious.

Two days later, they disembarked in a sparsely populated town. Zhong Ping hadn't defecated for two days, and her immediate priority was to find a locksmith to untie her restraints. After inquiring, they found a blacksmith's shop. The blacksmith, an old man nearing 60, was astonished when he heard their story and saw Zhong Ping revealing her chastity belt and gag. He asked, "Woman, are you truly doing this willingly?" But after receiving Zhong Ping's affirmative answer, he exclaimed excitedly, "My God, such an extraordinary woman truly exists!" He readily agreed to untie Zhong Ping.

Guo Ming, being young, was exhausted after several days of travel and fell asleep. The old blacksmith said to Zhong Ping, "I'll give you some painkillers first. The pain will go away in a bit." Zhong Ping gratefully took them, and then she didn't know what happened next.

When she awoke, she found herself in a vast desert, her hands and feet bound by heavy shackles. Several other women were also chained around her. She had been sold to slave traders by the old blacksmith. After several days of wandering, exhausted both physically and mentally, Zhong Ping was sold by an underground slave auction to a dairy farmer. This bearded man used her every day, wearing her out and then milking her like a laborer. But after a month, he grew tired of her, and Zhong Ping was resold to another family. Not long after, she was resold again by a new owner who had had his fill of her. Until one day, as she stood bound and gagged on the slave trading platform for the eighth time, she saw a familiar face.

Shujun! My best friend from university—it was her! And it was she who trained me at the slave training center in Juxianzhuang!

But she wasn't recognized. Shujun calmly walked to Zhong Ping's side, probing her vagina and anus with her fingers, then turning her face to examine her mouth. In that instant, Shujun froze. Zhong Ping was thinner than a year ago, but she was unmistakably her classmate and close friend. Looking at her current lowly and destitute state, who would know she was once a powerful CEO? She herself was adrift, while her company flourished under the management of her subordinates.

Although she had trained Zhong Ping in the slave training center, a strange feeling lingered. After all, she was her best classmate and friend.

She examined the slave brands on Zhong Ping's body; they were as clear as yesterday. It seemed she truly enjoyed her lowly status; this wasn't an illusion.

Shujun finally made her decision. She said to Zhong Ping, "Would you like to be my personal bitch? That way we can still be inseparable like before. But you need to think carefully. You need to break free from the idea that I'm still your friend and accept that I'm your master. If you're truly willing, I will brand you with my mark." After hearing this, Zhong Ping gently knelt down, her lips pressed against the tip of Shu Jun's shoe.

Shu Jun and Zhong Ping returned to the city they hadn't left for over a year. Old Chen had already been sentenced for a criminal case related to prostitution. Upon hearing this news, remembering the abuse and pleasure she had received from her master, Zhong Ping felt a pang of emotion.

Shu Jun became the new master of Zhong Ping's villa. In the deep courtyard, Zhong Ping's daily life consisted of being skillfully manipulated and developed by Shu Jun, like a master butcher dissecting an ox, to achieve highly sensitive sexual sensations. She was also chained to the door like a dog to guard the house. The master stipulated that she must kneel in the house, not speak to the master, and crawl into her dog cage to sleep at night. Every morning, she had to get up earlier than her master, then kneel facing the wall silently, awaiting her master's commands.

One day, Shujun said to Zhongping, "Don't you want to see how the company is doing? I'll go with you to the company today."

When Zhongping's elegant figure appeared in the company, she was warmly welcomed by the employees. In this atmosphere, Zhongping felt very welcome and was grateful that Shujun had accompanied her to the company. However, while giving a speech in the small conference room, Zhongping suddenly felt a tingling and numbness in her lower body

. She saw Shujun smiling and reaching into her bag, looking at her. It turned out that Shujun was remotely controlling her sexual desire. The two electric shock rods inserted into her vagina and anus emitted bursts of electricity. Zhongping could only try her best to hide it in front of everyone. However, Shujun kept increasing the current, making Zhongping almost unable to control herself. Her smile became unnatural, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Just then, a handkerchief gently wiped away Zhong Ping's sweat. "Mr. Zhong, it's not very hot today. Are you feeling unwell?" It was her secretary, Ru Yan; perhaps only she could see through her secrets.

After finishing her speech, Ru Yan helped Zhong Ping to the lounge. On the way, Ru Yan whispered in Zhong Ping's ear, "Is the ring your master put on your tongue still there, you bitch?" After

several clandestine public training sessions with Zhong Ping, Shu Jun took her to a private SM club to be trained as a public female slave. However, her head was covered with a hood, and everyone inside was very gentlemanly, consciously abiding by the agreement not to remove the female slave's hood. After several rounds of torture and training by numerous men and women, Zhong Ping took another big step forward in her slavery.

Unbeknownst to them, ten years had passed since Zhong Ping and Shu Jun graduated from university. Shu Jun, in Zhong Ping's name, organized a class reunion.

Aside from those who went abroad or lived in distant cities, more than 20 of her university classmates came—15 boys and 8 girls. As the classmates arrived, they didn't see Zhong Ping. Shujun explained that she had company business and would be back soon.

Everyone praised Zhong Ping's villa and career, and Shujun chatted with them about their long-lost friendship. Shujun hadn't been very outgoing in university, but ten years later, her cheerful and generous demeanor surprised everyone.

Shujun enthusiastically announced, "Now, let's enjoy an adult performance.

" The lights dimmed, and a short, fat, bald, sleazy-looking man stood on the living room bar, a spotlight illuminating his short, stocky frame. "Wang Ba! Isn't that Wang Ba?" The classmates recognized him—the most annoying guy from school.

"Classmates, my performance today is 'Taming a Female Dog.' I hope you enjoy it."

*Crack! Crack!* Two whip cracked, and Wang Ba flicked the chain in his hand. An object slowly crawled out of the wardrobe, which contained a modified dog cage. The spotlight shone on a woman, completely naked, her chains jingling, a thick dog chain around her neck. Everyone was stunned. One female classmate couldn't help but curse Wang Ba for bringing such a pitiful woman to abuse. Wang Ba lashed the woman twice more, rushing over and roaring, "You filthy bitch, raise your head and let everyone see your lewd appearance!" The woman kept her head down. Wang Ba grabbed her hair and pulled her up. The light shone on the woman's pale face. "Ah?!" Everyone exclaimed in unison. Wasn't this our school beauty, Zhong Ping? How could she have been defiled like this by that damned Wang Ba?

Wang Ba had been obsessed with Zhong Ping ever since he had played with her at Juxian Manor. Later, after pestering Shujun, he finally learned that the slave girl he had been playing with was actually Zhong Ping. So he swarmed around Zhong Ping like a fly, and after playing with her a few times, Zhong Ping also began to enjoy the feeling of being played with by such a despicable rogue. Shujun trained Zhongping to abandon her last vestiges of modesty and become a complete female sex slave. She had Zhongping work as a prostitute, then subjected her to outdoor training, masked training at a club, and finally, naked training. She persuaded Zhongping to challenge someone she knew to train her, thus transforming her into an omnipotent slave.

"Dear students, I am Zhongping. I voluntarily become a female slave and bitch here to perform for you. I hope you like and understand my actions," Zhongping explained to the guests while kneeling in the living room, then bowed.

Wang Ba tightly bound Zhongping's soft body with thick hemp rope, then hung her in the middle of the hall, whipping her repeatedly with one end of a whip, making her body sway back and forth, sparing no part. The audience went from initial surprise to novelty, and finally to complete immersion. Especially the girls, while outwardly praising Zhongping, were rarely without jealousy; an unspeakable pleasure welled up within them.

Next, the female slaves served each of their familiar classmates one by one.

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