My Path to Slavery

01 Slave Application

I am Togawa Koya, a domestic animal raised by Master Tokuki Matsuyama. I am sixteen years old. I also have another name
, "Bitch," given to me by my master. Actually, I prefer the name "Bitch" because I feel like
a bitch kneeling at my master's feet.

I am happy to be a bitch, and I enjoy my slave status and kneeling at my master's feet to be played with. My master
is very good at playing with us slaves and knows how to make us feel the most uncomfortable.

Although I have been Master Tokuki's slave for less than a year, I
feel particularly excited when I think about the process of being a slave. I am a girl who is born to enjoy masochism. From a very young age, I have known
what it is like to be a master and a sex slave, and I have always dreamed of becoming a master's tamed sex slave.
But I don't know how to find a master who is willing to tame me, and I am too embarrassed to
ask others about this, which makes me very distressed.

In my heart, every man is a master. I've always believed that girls are born to be
sex slaves, that they are meant to kneel lowly at men's feet.

I often thought about kneeling in the street, searching for a master willing to take me in, but as
a virgin, my innate sense of shame prevented me from doing so.

Finally, one day, I couldn't bear this life without a master any longer, so I went to
Matsuzaki, a classmate I admired at dance school, hoping to beg him to be my master.

Matsuzaki was very handsome, and ever since I had the idea of being a sex slave, I had always considered Matsuzaki
my dream master.

Just thinking about how Matsuzaki would play with me filled my genitals with a base fluid.
But because of shame, I never confessed my feelings to my dream master, Matsuzaki.

I was willing to give everything to Matsuzaki, to serve him faithfully with all my might, as long as
Matsuzaki was willing to tirelessly tame this lowly slave of mine. Matsuzaki, like me, lived alone.

Although I had made up my mind to be Matsuzaki's sex slave, as I approached his door,
my heart grew increasingly uneasy, and my face flushed with shame. After all, being a slave was a
very shameful thing, and I was just a girl in my teens.

I wasn't sure if Matsuzaki would accept me, but I thought that as a man, it was only natural to play with women
.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally mustered up the courage to knock on Matsuzaki's door. "Ah! Aya, what
brings you here?" Matsuzaki was clearly unprepared for my arrival, his face showing surprise.

"Master Matsuzaki! Please accept me, let me be your sex slave!" I knelt humbly
on the ground as soon as I entered, kowtowing repeatedly to Matsuzaki. "What? What did you say?" Matsuzaki squatted down,
looking at me kneeling on the ground with a strange expression, as if looking at a monster he had never seen before.

"Master Matsuzaki, please be my...master! I will serve you well! Master, no matter
how you play with me...I...will obey! Please!" I stammered, my face turning redder and
redder, and by the end, I was almost in tears.

"You?!...What are you doing? Stand up!" Matsuzaki's tone changed from surprise to sternness.

"Yes, Master...ah! No...no...slave...slave dares not!" Although Matsuzaki had given the order,
I still dared not stand up, because I thought a slave must kneel before her master.

How could a slave have the right to stand before her master? This
was unimaginable for someone like me who willingly became a slave .

"You!...Get out!..." Matsuzaki grew increasingly angry, shouting so loudly that I
trembled uncontrollably.

"Yes...yes, Master, sob sob..." I finally broke down in tears, my body trembling as I slowly
crawled to the door.

Just as I knelt and prostrated myself outside, the door slammed shut, leaving me locked out.

"Master Matsuzaki! Sob sob...this slave...this slave Aya is willing to do anything! Please, please accept this lowly
slave! Master! Believe me...this slave will serve you well! Sob...sob sob..." I kept
kowtowing to Matsuzaki outside the door, hoping he would change his mind and accept me as his sex slave. In the end,
Matsuzaki didn't open the door again, even though my forehead was swollen from kneeling and kowtowing.

I knelt and prostrated myself outside Matsuzaki's door for three days, but he still ignored me. During this time, many passersby
saw me kneeling at the door and came over in surprise, which made me feel extremely ashamed.

Three days later, I realized that Matsuzaki would never be my master, so I stood up crying and went back
home. After this incident, I no longer had the courage to casually find someone to be my master,
but the desire to be played with and abused from the bottom of my heart grew stronger and stronger.

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Later, one day, on my birthday, I saw my good friend Yingying, whom I hadn't seen for a long time.
She was my classmate at the dance academy. Even now, I still practice dance basics every day because I think
it will give me a particularly good figure to offer to my future master. Besides, I feel that if my future
master asks me to lick my own labia and I can't do it, and therefore cannot fulfill my master's command,
wouldn't that make me seem too disobedient to my master?

I live alone; my parents live far away. I don't have many friends or relatives here,
only my twin sister, Xiaojie, but we live in different places. I've been trying to celebrate my birthday with her these past few days
, but she's never home.

In this society, women don't have much status, so my parents don't really care about me and Xiaojie. They
just left us each a house and enough money to live on, telling us to take care of ourselves.

Because Xiaojie wasn't there, only Yingying celebrated my birthday that day.

It's been a long time since we've seen each other, and I feel Yingying has changed a lot, but I can't quite put my finger on what exactly has changed.
I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I felt Yingying's behavior seemed more proper.

The way she walked was also strange; her thighs were always splayed to the sides, as if she had
something clamped between her legs.

Sitting in a chair seemed uncomfortable for her; her legs kept stretching downwards, which always made me
think she wanted to kneel on the ground, as if that would be more comfortable. She also wore a very peculiar
metal ring on her hand, with a picture of a kneeling, naked woman on it!

A small metal ring pierced the center of Yingying's nose, which looked quite pretty. In addition, Yingying
wore leather collars around her neck, wrists, and ankles, all with metal clasps. The collar around her neck
was especially tight, making it difficult for her to even bend her head. There was a small keyhole on the clasp of the collar, indicating that it was locked
.

Another metal chain hung from the collar, extending down to below Yingying's chest, the rest
hidden by her clothing, making it impossible to guess its length. I suspect it was decorative.

A small metal tag also hung from the collar, depicting a naked woman
kneeling on the ground like a dog, being whipped by a man.

This woman wore the same collar as Yingying, with the same metal tag. She also wore an iron ring in her nose
—all identical to Yingying's. The only difference was that
the other end of the chain on this woman's collar was held by the man's hand. Perhaps these were all unusual decorations? Or perhaps Yingying was
a slave?

Yingying and I were both very happy. We talked about many things from our childhood until finally, I couldn't help but muster
the courage to tell her that I wanted to be a slave, because I finally guessed that Yingying might be one
. "Yingying, do you...do you know where there's someone who can...can...control...control me! I want...I want to
live that kind of life!" I said it very subtly, but even so, I felt my mouth was a little out of control
.

"What?" Yingying obviously didn't understand what I meant.

"It's...it's that I want to find...find a master who can...serve me! I...I want to offer my body
to him! He...he can play with me as he pleases!" I blushed and whispered with my head down. After
being rejected when I wanted to be a slave, I became even more shy.

"What? Master?!" Although I thought I had made myself very clear, Yingying still seemed
a little confused. Perhaps she couldn't believe I would say such a thing, because I saw
a look of surprise on her face. But that expression was different from the one on Master Matsuzaki's
face when I begged him to be my master. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was different.

Maybe it was because I had always been seen as a ladylike girl, so Yingying
was surprised to hear such shameful words from me. Only I knew that what I
longed for was a lowly life of kneeling and crawling at a master's feet.

"Yes! Yingying! I... I want to be a slave! A master's sex slave! I long to find a master
to tame... tame me! If... if you know, please tell me!" I was so anxious that I almost cried
, finally daring to say what I had been holding back. I felt my face burning hot, and I wished
I could disappear into the ground.

"Ah, I understand! Xiaoling, you're so brave! A girl saying something like that!" Yingying smiled
at me, but I saw her face was also red.

"Yingying! I... I'm so embarrassed, you won't look down on me, will you?" I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear. For a
girl who was only a little over ten years old, this was a very shameful thing.

"No, Xiaoling, I happen to know a place where your wish can be fulfilled! I believe you
will definitely become a good slave!" Yingying said softly, but she seemed very serious. She lowered her head
, looking at her short skirt, as if she was thinking about something.

I didn't expect that Yingying actually knew about such a place.

"Yingying, you... you are a... a slave? Otherwise, how do you know about such a place?" I
couldn't hold back any longer and finally mustered up the courage to ask Yingying. Although I felt I had mustered all my courage,
my words still sounded stammering. "Ah? Xiaoling, you'll know later!" Yingying said softly, her head lowered, clearly flustered

by my question . Her face flushed red, and she seemed unsure what to do with her hands. 　　"Ah..." Seeing Yingying's unusual behavior, I was too embarrassed to ask further, but from her expression, I was already somewhat certain of my guess. 　　After that, neither Yingying nor I spoke, both lost in our own thoughts, and the room fell into silence. 　　"Xiaoling!..." Yingying finally broke the silence, calling my name softly. 　　"Ah! I'm sorry, I... I was daydreaming!" I said awkwardly. 　　"You were thinking about what your master looks like, weren't you? Hehe, you'll know once I take you there!" Yingying laughed loudly, instantly dispelling the awkward atmosphere. "Oh! Yingying, thank you! You must take me! I really want to be a slave!" I said , blushing and lowering my head 　　again, feeling embarrassed . But at the same time, I was also very excited, feeling that my long-held dream was about to come true. 　　We quickly finished breakfast and set off by car. After getting off, we walked for a long time until we arrived at a very large two-story villa in the suburbs. Yingying said, "We're here, Xiaoling." 　　"Ah? This...is this it?" I felt my heart pounding. 　　"Mmm..." Yingying answered softly, seemingly starting to feel shy. 　　The villa was large and secluded, surrounded by high walls, making it impossible to see inside from the outside . Yingying knocked on the door, and I saw an eye looking at us through the peephole. After a while, I heard a clear ringing sound, and a woman opened the door. 　　To my astonishment, the woman was completely naked!

She wore the same rings, nose clips, and collar as Yingying, with chains and metal plaques hanging from the collar, but
her chains were wrapped around her neck.

Her breasts were also embroidered with brightly colored patterns, and her nipples were pierced with iron rings, each
clamped at the base with two small clips, making them erect and a vibrant red.

Her genitals were also decorated, and remarkably, she had no pubic hair! The patterns on her genitals formed several words, but
I was too astonished to make out what they were. I was also surprised to see that
her labia were pierced with iron rings, one of which had a
metal plaque identical to the one around her neck. The image on the plaque was the same as Yingying's: a woman kneeling
on the ground being whipped by a man.

The back of the plaque appeared to have writing, but since I only saw the side, I couldn't make out
what it said; perhaps it was a mark of slavery!

Iron rings were pierced through the inside of her thighs, with springs attached to them. The other end of the springs hooked
onto iron rings on her labia, causing them to open wide.

Many other things were inserted into her genitals, but only the small heads were visible, making it impossible for me to guess
what they were. What surprised me most was that this woman had no clitoris; instead,
an iron ring was pierced at her clitoris, from which hung a small copper bell. It seemed the bell sound I had heard earlier was
coming from there. At that moment, I felt my own clitoris begin to erect, and I couldn't help but rub it
.

I guessed that this woman must also have two iron rings on either side of her anus, because I could see the two edges of the rings.

Yingying told me to wait outside, and then she followed the woman inside.

When the woman turned around, I almost screamed! On her buttocks were two large, bright red characters—
"Livestock!" The two characters were deeply embedded in her flesh, branded with a hot iron!

Seeing this almost made me faint, and I confirmed it: there were indeed two iron rings on either side of her anus!

The door closed gently, but not completely. Through the crack, I could vaguely see Yingying seemingly
kowtowing to the woman. I leaned closer to see more clearly, but the door then slammed shut
.

I waited anxiously outside for a long time before Yingying finally came out.

"Xiaoling, let me take you in. You'd better behave!" Yingying said, taking my hand and
leading me inside.

After turning through several corridors, we finally saw the interior.

The villa was located in the center, surrounded by trees, gardens, and lawns, elegantly designed.

"Xiaoling, from now on, you'll have to rely on yourself. You have to work hard!" Yingying led me to the villa's entrance.

Inside stood a naked woman. This woman was equipped with the same devices as the woman who opened the door
, and the word "livestock" was branded on her buttocks.

"Slave, kowtow to your mistress!" Yingying knelt down and kowtowed upon seeing this woman. As she knelt
, she tugged at my sleeve, so I followed Yingying's example and knelt down to kowtow to this woman as well
. It seemed that what I had vaguely seen earlier—Yingying kowtowing to the woman who opened the door—was not a mistake.
After kowtowing, Yingying obediently knelt to the side, not daring to move. At this moment, I confirmed my original thought
: Yingying really was a slave! Although Yingying hadn't told me herself. "Your name is Togawa Koya
, right?" the woman asked me.

"Yes..." I answered, head down, feeling inexplicably shy.

"Then come with me!" The woman led me through a long corridor to a room with
a sign that read "Examination Room." For some reason, seeing this woman made me feel a sense of authority, so I didn't
dare stand up. Instead, I crawled into the room with her. Yingying didn't follow.

There were two women in the room. Strangely, both of them were naked, with
long chains around their necks and nose clips like Yingying's. Their nipples had
iron rings, clamped at the base.

They sat on chairs, with a table in front of them, blocking my view of their
genitals. However, their devices were exactly the same as the woman who had brought me there. It seemed that
all the women here had the same devices.

This sight stunned me. I felt my face getting hot, and my genitals itching
, but I dared not touch my clitoris in front of these two women.

They must also be their master's slaves, I thought.

This intensified my urge to become a slave immediately. I wanted those
iron rings to be attached to my genitals, I wanted to kneel on the ground and receive the whippings bestowed upon me by my master, I wanted to be chained somewhere by my master
, I wanted to have the brand of livestock branded on my buttocks…

“Togawa Koya… I kowtow to you!” I didn’t know what to do, so I crawled over and
kowtowed to each of the two women. I was extremely shy, and my words were stammering. After kowtowing, I
knelt on the ground, at a loss, not daring to look at the two women again.

At this moment, one of the women asked me, “Togawa Koya, do you want to become a slave?”

“Yes… yes, I really want to…” I answered nervously and cautiously.

“Are you a virgin?” she continued to ask.

"Yes...yes..." I blushed and lowered my head, speaking softly. "Hmm, you meet
the basic requirements to be a slave: you must be beautiful and a virgin. It seems you meet both, but we
still need to conduct further examinations before deciding whether to accept your application. Now, take off your
clothes and kneel on the ground with your buttocks sticking out!" another woman said.

"Hmm...yes!" I was prepared to take off my clothes, but I was, after all, only a sixteen-
year-old girl, and I had never exposed my body to anyone before, so I took off my clothes
very slowly, and I could feel my face burning.

When I took off my underwear, the chastity belt was revealed…

“Haha, I didn’t expect you to wear a chastity belt! You’re a born slave!” The two women
couldn’t help but laugh loudly when they saw the chastity belt tightly wrapped around my genitals.

The shiny black leather of the chastity belt was deeply embedded in my vulva, covered in vaginal fluid, and the cleft
was swollen from being rubbed by the hard leather.

“Yes, I… I’ve always worn a chastity belt!” I answered softly, my face flushed and my head almost touching the ground.

Because the desire to be a slave had been with me since I was very young, I secretly bought a chastity belt and
locked my genitals. I felt that only in this way could I show my chastity to my future master. I
had been wearing it for several years.

I wore this chastity belt day and night, only taking it off when bathing or defecating/urinating. Although this
caused me great pain, it prevented me from touching my genitals when I couldn't resist. I
felt that my genitals belonged to my future master, and I had no right to touch them.

For several years, I never touched my genitals, even when they were intensely itchy
. I tried my best to resist. I thought my genitals belonged to my master, and if I defiled them, I would
no longer be qualified to be a slave.

"Take the chastity belt off, you don't need to wear it here! Haha..." The two women were still laughing
, which made my face turn even redder with shame.

"Yes..." I took out the key as ordered by the two women, and removed my chastity belt. When
my tender, red vulva was exposed, I involuntarily covered it with my hands and lowered my head in shame. Now,
I was completely naked, kneeling before the two women, and as they instructed,
I raised my buttocks high.

"Please examine me! I... I'm ready..." A strong
feeling of impending slavery washed over me. I knelt on the ground; this was the proof that I was about to become a slave. Although
the shame of kneeling on the ground and being played with by others spread throughout my body, I still felt
a sense of pride in this humiliating posture.

"Finish this application first." One of the women threw a piece of paper and a pen in front of me.
I glanced at the words on it; it only had the four words "Slave Application" written on it, and the rest was blank
.

I immediately understood what they meant. It turned out that becoming a slave required writing an application. So I picked up a pen, knelt
on the ground, and wrote:

Slave Application

I am Togawa Aya, sixteen years old. Because I desperately want to be a master's submissive sex slave, and
I possess the basic qualifications for slavery—I am beautiful, and my skin is smooth and delicate—
I crave my master's whipping, I crave whatever my master will do to me after I become a slave. Therefore,
I submit this application.

I am a virgin; of course, I know that the primary condition for becoming a slave is virginity. I am willing to
offer my virginity to my master and unconditionally accept all the manipulation, humiliation
, and abuse my master may inflict upon me, and accept any command from my master.

I am willing to spend my life as a submissive slave kneeling at my master's feet, at his mercy. My life, my body
, and everything I own belong to my master. I desperately want to dedicate everything to my master, to surrender myself
to his use and manipulation.

I know I am still very immature as a slave, so I am willing to accept my master's arbitrary training.
I will do everything in my power to serve my master and bring him pleasure when he plays with, insults, or abuses me
.

Being a slave is my greatest wish in life, so I implore my master to accept me. I like being
treated like a plaything or a dog.

If my master accepts me, I will be his most obedient bitch, kneeling at his
feet every day, obeying his commands.

When my master no longer needs me as his slave, I am willing to accept any punishment, because
at that time I will already be his slave, and I will have no right to control my own destiny. Therefore, I must accept and am
willing to accept my master's punishment, including selling me to anyone or anywhere, even ending
my life or ordering myself to end my life in the way my master desires.

I know my master already has many slaves like me, but I desperately want to be one of them
.

Togawa Aya, who desperately wants to be a slave, implores her master to accept her application.

A submissive slave and bitch kneeling at her master's feet for

life Master's livestock, Togawa Aya

After writing this application and signing it
as "A submissive slave and bitch kneeling at her master's feet for life—Master's livestock, Togawa Aya," I respectfully handed the slave application to the two
women.

One of the women, after reading it, said, "Alright, you wrote very well! But it needs the master's approval!
Let me take some photos of you first; these are to show the master!"

"Ah! Yes…" I shyly raised my head, puffing out my chest.

My face grew increasingly red because, in all my life, I had never had my nude photos taken before, not even
my good friend Yingying had ever seen me naked! And now I had to kneel on the ground,
not only allowing others to look at me freely, but also having my naked body photographed! This was something I could never have imagined under normal circumstances
. I felt tears of shame welling up in my eyes, but I tried my best to hold them back
.

"Okay! Don't move!" a woman said as she pressed the shutter of her Polaroid camera on my naked body
. "Alright, now change your pose! Use your hands to support your breasts!" The woman was still
pointing the camera at me, her tone calm, but I was so ashamed that tears were about to stream down my face.

"Yes..." I obediently followed the order, kneeling on the ground and gently lifting my full
breasts with my hands.

"Change positions again! This time, lift your genitals and spread your labia with your hands!" The woman continued
to command mercilessly, not noticing the glistening tears in my eyes.

"Ah! Yes...yes..." My voice was choked with sobs, but I still obediently followed her instructions
, because I desperately wanted to be a slave. I was willing to do anything to gain my master's acceptance.

I changed positions again and again as instructed, and the flash went off repeatedly until about ten
photos were taken before the woman stopped.

"Alright, now sign your name on all these photos!" The woman threw the photos
and a pen in front of me.

"Ah, yes!" I picked up the pen and wrote my name on each photograph—
Togawa Koya, the female dog applying to be a slave. After signing all the photos, I knelt on the ground, held up the photos and
pen with both hands, and handed them back to the woman.

"Alright! Now come with me to the next room and wait! I'll take the photos to the master for inspection!"
The woman said, turning to leave.

"Ah? Yes!" For some reason, I wanted to stand up and follow the woman; perhaps I
wasn't used to kneeling.

"Kneel down! You filthy slave! Slap! Slap!" Seeing that I wanted to stand up, the woman turned around, yelling and
slapping me hard twice.

"Ah! Waaah...it hurts!" I cried out in fright, quickly kneeling back down on the ground, my face burning
with pain from the slaps.

"Kneel on the ground and crawl! You pig! Don't you remember you crawled in here just now!" The woman said
, kicking me hard in the anus twice more. "Ah! Yes! Waaah!" I endured the pain in my anus
and followed the woman, crawling on my knees to the next room. It was a very small room, empty
, but the walls were covered with mirrors.

"Just kneel here and wait, don't move an inch! Understand?" The woman said as she walked
out.

"Yes!" I humbly replied, kneeling motionless on the ground as the woman had instructed, even after
she had left.

My submissive figure was reflected in the mirrors, and I began to
feel like a slave. I knelt motionless on the ground for about two or three hours before I heard the woman come
back in.

"Alright, your master has approved your application to become a slave. Now it's time to examine you." The woman
said, kicking me in the buttocks. "Ah, yes... thank you..." I cried out softly in pain,
then crawled back to the original room behind the woman and knelt down again.

Next, another woman came up behind me with a support device. She pressed down on my raised buttocks and
inserted the device into my vagina.

I suddenly felt a feeling of being filled, and couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm." But another woman
immediately came over, and I received a loud slap across the face. I was so scared that I dared not make a sound.

But then I felt the device suddenly open inside me, and a tearing pain spread throughout my
body.

"Ah, it hurts... it hurts so much... have mercy on me..." I cried out, twisting my body trying to get rid of the
device.

"Kneel down properly!" The woman slapped my buttocks hard.

"Yes, but...it hurts...it hurts so much...waaaah..." I knew I should obey orders, so I
knelt down to be examined.

I could feel them looking at my hymen and constantly pinching and twisting my labia and the inner walls of my vagina, as if
testing their elasticity.

They did this for a long time before the examination of my vagina was over. Next, they used a support to open
my urethra and anus for examination. They used a very small support when examining my urethra.

Then they made me stick my chest out, trying to make my breasts protrude forward as much as possible. They kept pinching, twisting, and hitting
my nipples and breasts, making my breasts stand up, and then they checked the color
change of my breasts and nipples after being hit and the feel of them when hit.

They made me feel terrible, but this time I endured it without making a sound. They then used a small stick to pry open my
mouth, carefully examining my oral cavity and pulling out my tongue to check its softness.

I knew that in the future, my mouth would often hold my master's penis, so my tongue had to be soft
to make it feel very comfortable inside.

They then carefully examined my entire body and ordered me to assume various positions…

until finally, one of the women said to me, "Now you have passed the examination and are about to become a true
master's slave!"

I breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Yes, thank you. I am proud to finally become a slave. What should I do next?"

one of the women said. "You are about to become a true slave, but the lowest of the low
, so you must always maintain this kneeling position with your buttocks raised, and you must use your hands
to spread your anus open, understand?" She then took my hands and placed them next to my anus.

"Yes…" I obediently did as she said, spreading my anus open with my hands.

The woman continued, "We are also our master's slaves, but we have the right to stand when our master is not around
, while you do not. You must kowtow to us when you see us, and you must always kneel and prostrate on the ground,
waiting for your master's use. You must crawl on your knees when moving! Apart from these two things, all other slaves
are the same. Furthermore, all slaves have no right to wear clothes. Slaves must always be naked, except when
ordered by their master. So from now on, your clothes will be taken away, and you will never have the right to wear clothes again
!"

After saying this, the mistress took away all my clothes. Actually, my clothes were very simple, just a...
A miniskirt and a semi-transparent tank top. As for my bra and panties, the mistress simply
threw them into a nearby wastebasket. It seems I'll never have
the right to wear underwear again.

"Yes, mistress, I understand! But..." I asked shyly, "When...
when will I get these things on you?"

"Ah, haha...you're a natural masochist. Alright, now I'll take you to the 'makeup room,' where they
'll tell you more!" the mistress laughed.

"Yes, thank you, mistress! This slave...this slave can't wait!" I said anxiously, thinking about soon
being fitted with the things real slaves have, becoming a real slave. I felt both ashamed and
afraid, yet I also wanted them.

"Alright, let me put the collar and chain on you now!" The mistress said, taking out a
leather collar like the one Yingying wore. She put the collar around my neck; the collar was tight, barely allowing a
finger to fit inside. There was a clasp in the middle of the collar, which could be opened with a tiny key, but the mistress
didn't give me the key.

After the collar was put on, I could hardly lower my head; it was so tight around my neck, it felt extremely
uncomfortable. But I thought that as a slave, I had to exchange my discomfort for my master's pleasure,
so I gladly accepted it.

Then the woman took out a thin iron chain, the same kind as the chains around their necks. She attached the chain to the
iron ring in the middle of my collar, holding the other end in her hand.

Now I was kneeling on the ground, my buttocks raised high, the iron chain around my neck held by a mistress
, looking truly like a tamed female dog.

My shyness lessened a little, and I began to feel a little proud.

I shyly kowtowed to the two mistresses, saying, "This slave kowtows to the mistresses! This slave thanks the mistresses..."
At this moment, the mistress picked up the chain and led me out the door. She made me crawl in front of her while she
kicked my genitals incessantly from behind. "Ah, it hurts... Mistress... Ah... Ugh... Thank you, Mistress..." I groaned incessantly
, but I knew that a slave should thank the mistress who kicked him when he was being kicked.

"Hmph, you're really pretty, and your body is quite soft when you kick, you want-to-be-played bitch! No matter how pretty you are, you
still have to crawl on the ground..." It seemed that this mistress was a little jealous of my beauty.

"Ugh, thank you, Mistress! Yes, this slave is a want-to-be-played bitch... Ah, thank you... thank you, Mistress..." Faced with
the mistress's torment and humiliation, I could only obediently accept it and try my best to make myself suffer more,
because I knew that this was what a slave had to do.

Finally, I was led to the "makeup room".

There were two mistresses here. After I kowtowed to both of them, the mistress who had led me
there left.

"Please...please give the slave..." I said shyly. Although I had already made up my mind to become a slave,
I still felt very embarrassed to say such shameful words.

One of the mistresses took out some handcuffs and anklets. She let me choose the ones that fit
and lock them to my hands and feet.

The handcuffs and anklets were constructed the same as the neck collars, only thinner. They also had buckles, each of which
could be opened or locked individually. By locking two buckles together, I could
restrict my hands or feet, or even lock them together.

I thought that if chains were attached to the buckles of my handcuffs and anklets, it would be easy to tie me to somewhere
. Of course, this is just my guess. If they really wanted to chain me up, they would probably use
the chain around my neck more often, because it would be easier, and I would look more like their
livestock.

Next, I was forced to kneel on the ground with my face tilted back. A woman inserted the two ends of a small punch
into my nostrils. My nostrils are small, so it took a lot of effort to insert them, which made me
tremble in pain.

I didn't know what they were going to do to me, but I didn't have the courage to ask. It seemed they were going to
fit me with a nose clip.

I dared not resist and could only let the woman do as she pleased.

"Click!" One of the women gently pressed the punch, and it made a crisp sound.

"Ugh, it hurts... ah... it hurts so much... ah..." I screamed loudly, tears and snot streaming down my face, my body
twisting back and forth on the ground, because a hole had been punched in the cartilage between my nostrils.

"Ugh...ah..." I cried out in pain, my head hitting the ground, tears streaming down my face. But the mistress ignored
me. I knew this was just one of the first and easiest tools I, as a slave, was to be fitted with
for her use. I figured sooner or later, my buttocks would be branded with the same conspicuous
words "livestock" as theirs! That was what truly terrified me.

Next, a small iron ring was inserted into my nose, just like Yingying's. It had a lock in the middle, which the mistress fastened. This was the first tool
I, as a slave, was fitted with for her use. 　　I guessed this nose clip was for chaining me or keeping me tied up somewhere. Although I was in so much pain and humiliation that I couldn't even speak, I still felt incredibly proud because I was becoming more and more like a real slave. 　　"This nose clip is permanent; once it's on, it can never be taken off! Haha!..." The mistress laughed triumphantly, the nose clip trembling between her nostrils. 　　I was somewhat surprised, but not particularly panicked, because I felt that since I wanted to be a slave, I should accept whatever my mistress did to me. 　　After a while, when the pain in my nostrils lessened slightly, one of the mistresses pulled on my newly installed nose clip, and my head immediately tilted back, making my breasts stand erect. 　　"Ugh, it hurts, mistress, my... my nose hurts so much, ah... ugh..." I cried out as the new nose clip was put on.

My nose was grabbed, and the pain was so intense I could barely speak.

"Put your breasts forward, kneel down and don't move! I'm going to tattoo patterns on your breasts, so you'll look
even more like a slave..." a mistress said, piercing my nipple with a long needle.

"It hurts so much..." My breasts trembled uncontrollably, and I groaned incessantly. But the mistress
continued to prick my breasts with the long needle, the relentless pain almost unbearable. Finally,
I cried out.

"Slap! Slap!" Because of my cries, I was immediately slapped several times across the face by one of the mistresses.

Terrified, I dared not scream loudly anymore, only able to sob and endure the relentless piercing pain,
forcing my breasts forward as far as she could to prick them, as the woman demanded.

With each prick, my breasts throbbed with pain, but I still forced myself to suppress any loud
groans.

"It hurts so much, slave, waah..." Another mistress gripped my nose tightly, rendering me completely
immobile. Despite the unbearable pain, I endured until the other mistress finished.

My pricked breasts were immediately smeared with a colored liquid, instantly creating
vibrant patterns. I knelt on the ground, looking at the patterns on my breasts, too ashamed to lift my head. "Now
we'll start plucking your hair. Kneel properly, tilt your head back, and stick your genitals out. Hurry! Bitch,
all the hair in your pubic area is going to be plucked." The mistress didn't notice the humiliation I felt; she spoke calmly, as if
it were all normal for her.

"Yes, mistress, slave...bitch is ready. Please...please, mistress, pluck the hair from slave...bitch."
I thrust my lower body forward, revealing all the dark hair in my pubic triangle, waiting for the mistress to pluck it.

"Ah, oh...it hurts so much, this slave can't take it anymore..." I cried out loudly as a mistress
poured scalding hot wax onto my genital area, leaving a thick layer of wax.

My genitals felt an unbearable burning pain. I wanted to beg the mistress to spare me and
remove the wax quickly, but I knew this was necessary because my pubic hair was being plucked, so I endured the pain
, but I couldn't help crying and feeling humiliated.

Soon, a cloth was covered over the wax. I knew that once the wax cooled, my pubic hair would be completely gone
.

After a while, the wax slowly solidified, and a mistress grabbed one end of the cloth and ripped it off violently
.

"It hurts so much! This bitch slave really can't take it anymore..." Waves of intense pain
surged from my genitals throughout my body, causing my kneeling body to twist and turn uncontrollably. I involuntarily
covered my bald genitals with my hands, kneeling on the ground and crying out loudly.

But my hands were quickly removed, and a mistress applied a
layer of medicine to the area where my hair had just been plucked.

"You bitch! Stop crying! Your pubic area has been treated with this medicine; your pubic hair will stop
growing forever. You'll never have pubic hair again. Slaves aren't allowed to have pubic hair… You're just like us now! Your pubic area
will be bald forever! Haha…" A mistress laughed gleefully, slapping
my bald pubic area with her hand.

"Ah? Slave… bitch's pubic hair… is gone forever…" I was startled; I had thought my
pubic hair could grow back. But I quickly calmed down. This was the mistress's right, wasn't it?

The mistress had the right to do anything to me, including the right to deprive me of my pubic hair. At the same time, I had to
admit that the mistress was right; my pubic area now looked much prettier and cleaner than before. This made me somewhat
proud, even though I had endured unbearable pain because of it.

"Kneel down now, raise your ass as high as you can. We're going to tattoo your genitals with patterns symbolizing your slave status
, understand, you bitch!" a mistress yelled.

"Yes, mistress, slave, no... bitch will do it right away, please... please, mistress, stab me." I respectfully followed
the mistress's orders, raising my ass as high as I could and spreading my legs as wide as possible. I used my
hands to forcefully pry open my labia, exposing the tender flesh inside my vagina, so that
the mistress could start piercing from the most tender spot.

I felt like my genitals were about to be torn apart by my own actions; it seemed I was truly a born slave.
"Hmm, very good. Keep this position and don't move. Spread your labia a little wider." When my labia were spread to
their maximum extent, the mistress, while giving instructions, began to pierce the pink flesh inside my forcibly exposed vagina with a long needle
.

"Ah!" I cried out in pain, my genitals spasming, but I dared not move my body.
I endured the humiliation, suffering the constant stinging from the needles.

"Ah, yes, Mistress, this slave will keep in the position most convenient for you to pierce me... Ah... Thank you, Mistress,
for piercing this slave! Waaah..." Although I obediently accepted my mistress's orders, I still felt
the shame of being a slave and couldn't help but cry out in shame again. After all, I was just a young
girl who had just turned sixteen!

My labia spasmed uncontrollably, but I still had to forcefully spread them open so that my mistress could
pierce my tender flesh with the needles. I felt like my labia were about to be torn apart.

Waves of unbearable pain washed over me, making me feel the helplessness of being a slave for the first time. I had no right to control
my own body; I was just a slave. Everything I had belonged to my master. I could only be played with and had to
do my best to help my master play with me better.

The tattoo started inside my labia and continued down to my labia, then spread outwards towards my genitals.

"Finally finished! This bitch's genitals are so beautiful!" The mistress was clearly jealous of my
perfect vulva.

"Yes, it's even more beautiful with the tattoo, Master will definitely like it..." The mistresses
discussed among themselves amidst my sobs, the tattoo almost complete.

"This slave thanks Master for tattooing this bitch..." I looked at my genitals, which showed the effect after the medicine was applied.
The brightly colored patterns, symbolizing my slave status, made me sob with shame again.

These patterns extended from my genitals to around my anus, radiating
outwards in various colors around my genitals—a symbol of my slavery.

In my genital area, some blue patterns formed six characters: Slave Togawa Aya. These
six characters were very conspicuous, making my name and slave status immediately clear.

I couldn't hide the fact that I was my master's slave from anyone; it was evident from the patterns on my genitals, the patterns on my breasts, the nose clip , the dog collar
that only my master could open, and the chain attached to it. I didn't regret it; I liked being my master's slave. It's just that sometimes I felt it was unbearable 　　for a sixteen-year-old girl to endure such humiliation. I think I'll get used to it eventually; I'm increasingly finding myself feeling like a slave. "Mistress, what should I do next?" After a while, I stopped sobbing and asked one of the mistresses softly and shyly. 　　The mistress didn't answer my question but instead led me directly to a bathroom next door . "Crawl into the bathtub and wash your body thoroughly!" the mistress commanded loudly; the bathtub was already filled with water. 　　"Ah, yes… Mistress…" I carefully washed every part of my body as instructed, then crawled out of the bathtub and knelt on the floor again. 　　The mistress then took out two stainless steel toe rings. When opened, the toe rings were five connected semicircles ; when closed, they formed rings of varying sizes. The mistress had me lift my feet and then put the toe rings on my toes, locking 　　the clasps when closed . 　　This way, my five toes could only be tightly pressed together, unable to separate or move. 　　I discovered that the toe rings had another use, because there was a movable iron ring on the outside of each of my big toes. It was obvious that one ring could be fastened to the other to lock them together, conveniently binding my feet together, serving the same purpose as the buckles on the ankle bracelets. 　　Wearing the stainless steel toe rings made me look quite beautiful, although the inability to move my toes was uncomfortable, I still liked this way of being restrained. 　　"Th-thank you, Mistress..." After putting on the toe rings, I happily kowtowed to the Mistress in gratitude. "Alright , now I'll take you to see the Mistress and have you examined. If the Mistress accepts you, she will give you a name, and you will become a true slave." As the Mistress spoke, she stuffed a cotton handkerchief into my genitals . I had to clench my labia tightly, otherwise the handkerchief would fall off. I didn't know what the handkerchief was for , but I dared not ask. 　　"Let's go." The mistress led me forward, and I crawled behind her. As I crawled, I had to clench my genitals tightly around the handkerchief, a position that filled me with immense shame. Yet, the thought of becoming a slave also excited me.

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