My five years of private life

Chapter 1 Meeting My Master

I am from Chongqing, and I grew up here. I've never traveled far. My mother passed away when I was very young, and my father raised me. I have an older brother. That year, my brother got married, spending all the family's savings to marry my sister-in-law. My sister-in-law was not good at managing a household and was very selfish. She often quarreled with my brother, who was weak. My sister-in-law felt that my father and I were a burden on the family and demanded a separation of the family property. My father was heartbroken when he found out, but he had no choice but to agree. The year after the separation, my father fell ill due to years of overwork and soon passed away. Two years later, I graduated from high school. After staying at home for a few years, I had grown into a young woman with a graceful and delicate figure. My family was poor, and someone proposed to me, but the man was six years older than me and had a congenital polio disability in his hand. I disagreed, but my brother wanted a high dowry and insisted that I marry him. In a fit of anger, I ran away from home with a classmate and went to Shenzhen to work.

Arriving in Shenzhen, we were completely unfamiliar with the place and the people. We finally managed to find work at a restaurant, at least that gave us food and a place to sleep. After a month, the boss only paid us 400 yuan, which wasn't even enough to buy a new piece of clothing. But there weren't any other suitable jobs available, and without diplomas, we couldn't find good work. One day, a girl from Guilin suggested working as a hostess in a karaoke bar at night, earning a lot in tips. So, the three of us—my friend, her, and I—worked at the restaurant during the day and then went to the karaoke bar to work as hosts after work. At first, I wasn't used to it and was very shy around customers, so I was often ignored. I was already quite content if I could earn 100 yuan a night. Sometimes, customers wanted me to work as a hostess, but I refused. I only performed, not sold my body. So, I often went to the bar for nothing, not even earning 100 yuan. In less than a month, my two friends earned over 10,000 yuan, but I only had a little over 1,000. I envied them, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm still a virgin, how am I going to get married? During this time, a customer often asked me to keep him company (this person will later become my master, referred to as my master below). He took good care of me and never forced me, and I also had feelings for him.

One day, a waiter came to me and said that the boss wanted me to go to his office. I went to the boss's office with him and saw my master there. My master smiled slightly at me and asked me to sit next to him. It was a two-seater sofa. My master took out a cigarette, and I casually lit it for him. My master casually said, "I like you." The karaoke bar owner sitting across from us spoke up. "Xiaoyue, if you keep such-and-such boss company well, he won't treat you badly." I happily nodded. Then my master said, "Xiaoyue, let's go to a private room." I followed my master to the private room. My master drank beer, and I drank a soft drink and even helped him choose songs. My master was very proper; at most, he would hold me in his arms but wouldn't touch me inappropriately. Such a customer is rare, and I was very grateful to him. I thought to myself that he must be a man of status, very elegant. He had a deep, resonant male voice, and his speech was deep and charming. He was probably around 45 years old. Being around him gave me a sense of security. Actually, it wasn't my first time working for him, so I was quite comfortable around him.

The host even complimented me on my figure, my looks, my fair skin, and my quiet demeanor; he liked girls like that.

In the evening, the host said he was going to dinner and asked me to come along. He said he had already told his boss, so I gladly agreed to go with him. He drove himself to a night market. It was my first time taking a private car to such a place, and I was very excited. After dinner, the host gave me 500 yuan. I refused, but he was very earnest, and his tone made it impossible to refuse. Then he took me shopping, bought me a very fashionable and sexy outfit, and a pair of high heels. I tried them on. I'm 166 cm tall, weigh 58 kg, and have measurements of 35B-22-35. The host gave me a look of admiration, then drove me back to my place and left. When I got home, my fellow villager said, "Xiaoyue, you're so beautiful!" I almost didn't recognize her. She said, "How could you bear to buy clothes like that?" I told her what had happened, and she asked doubtfully, "Is it true?"

I said it was true. She said, "It's good to make friends. There are good people and bad people everywhere. Just be careful."

A few days later, the host came to the karaoke bar to see me again. We played in the private room for a while, and around 11 pm, the host asked me to go out for dinner. I happily agreed. After dinner, the host still asked me to go shopping with him. We walked and talked, and the host learned about my situation. He said he liked me very much and would take care of me in the future. He asked if I wanted to find a high-paying, easy, and stable long-term job. Of course, I was willing. The host said his company was short-staffed and I could stay there for a monthly salary of 5000 yuan. I excitedly said, "I don't know anything, and I don't have any diplomas." The host said, "I can do odd jobs at the company first, learn slowly, and later become his secretary. The monthly salary will remain the same." I agreed. The host said, "Then it's settled. Don't go back today; come stay at my villa." I told the host that I hadn't picked up my things yet. The host said, "Go get them another day. Don't take anything else; just bring your essentials." So the host drove to his villa. It was already 2 a.m. The host drove for about 20 minutes until he arrived at a garden area with many two-story houses. The car turned onto a small road with a gate in front. The car flashed its lights a few times, and the gate opened. The host drove straight in. The host's villa was also a small courtyard with a garage, a basement, and gardens in the front and back. It was a two-story house. As soon as I entered, the host turned on the lights, and the dazzling living room was magnificent. It was as beautiful as a palace; I was utterly stunned. I had never seen anything like it before. It was as rich as a paradise, with everything imaginable. The master led me to the sofa, then took out a pair of glasses from the wine cabinet and a bottle of foreign liquor I couldn't name, blood red in color. The master told me to drink it, but I said I didn't know how and that I would have to learn later, as it was for work. I nodded. "Now you can have a soft drink," the master said, giving me another one. Then, the master went to take a shower and asked me to scrub his back. I was embarrassed but went anyway. After we showered, the master led me to his bedroom. That night, the master took my body…

Chapter 2: First Steps into SM.

I didn't sleep all night. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't dare look at the master's face, keeping my head down. My face was burning, red and shy, and my genitals were still a little sore. My mind was filled with images of the master and me in bed. After washing up, the master had already prepared breakfast, but I couldn't eat. I felt very depressed, with indescribable feelings. That year, I had just turned 22. In the beautiful city of Shenzhen, I came here to escape marriage and for a living, and gave my virginity, a young girl's first love, to a 45-year-old man. I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings; what should I do next?

And so, I settled into my master's house. It was less of a job and more of a kept mistress. Every night I slept with him, and during the day I cleaned, watered the garden, weeded, bought groceries, cooked, and did laundry. In my spare time, he showed me many magazines and fashion pictures. He even took me out to buy many fashionable clothes, high heels, jewelry, earrings, and necklaces that I liked. I never went to his company, and he rarely went either. There was a chairman's assistant who managed the daily operations and reported to him. Sometimes he would go out alone, but not to work; he would go out to have fun and meet friends. Since I came, he rarely went out anymore. During this time, I learned that he was from Hong Kong and owned an advertising company here, where he was the chairman. His family lived in Hong Kong, and he told me that his relationship with his wife wasn't good, so he didn't go back often. My month here was almost over, and my employer gave me 5,000 yuan in wages. Although I was very happy, I was a little embarrassed to accept it because my employer had bought me so many things and spent a lot of money. I said I didn't want this month's wages, considering it repayment for the clothes. My employer said, "That was a gift from me. Even if I paid back several times, 5,000 yuan wouldn't be enough." My employer chuckled and said, "Just work hard from now on and listen to me." I nodded very gratefully...

One day, my master said it was his birthday. At noon, he bought a lot of drinks and asked me to drink with him. Knowing I couldn't drink, he poured me a glass of wine and said, "Just drink one glass, then come down and have a soft drink." After finishing the wine, I continued drinking the soft drink he gave me. Soon, I felt hot all over, my face flushed, my heart raced, I was short of breath, my chest was high and my breasts were swollen, and my vagina was unbearably itchy. A desire surged from my lower abdomen to my chest, and my hands involuntarily wanted to uncover my clothes, yearning for a sense of comfort. My head was spinning, and my master said I was probably drunk and helped me to bed. Actually, he had put an aphrodisiac in my drink. I rolled around on the bed, my libido aroused, my body hot and restless, and my vagina was already wet. My hand had already involuntarily slipped inside. My master helped me take off my clothes and said, "Do you want it?"

I was now unbearably thirsty, begging my master to penetrate me. I had reached a point of shamelessness. My master tied my hands behind my back, then bound my breasts, making them appear even more prominent, full, and sexy. Next, he folded my calves and tied them together with my thighs, then used rope to spread my legs wide apart, leaving my vulva wide open. My body could no longer twist. My master found some clamps and clamped one on each nipple, then took a belt and began to whip my genitals. With each whip, my body twitched, and my breasts bounced up and down incessantly. I couldn't tell if it was pain or desire; I could only cry out. My master then gagged me with my underwear and bound it with tape, preventing me from making any more noise. Tears streamed down my face. When my master stopped, I started writhing again. I longed for his whipping, which satisfied my desires. I don't know how long it lasted or how many times he whipped me, but I reached my climax. My vaginal fluids soaked my entire lower body, and the sheets were drenched. I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, it was already evening. My master was lying next to me. I touched my genitals; they were still wet, itchy, and swollen. My master began to caress me again, and the intense thrusting brought me to another climax. Finally, I sucked out his semen with my mouth and swallowed it all…

From then on, my master often brought me many SM videos, and we watched them together. The scenes of bondage, hanging, and chains made my blood boil and my passion burn. My genitals were swollen for two weeks, making my gait awkward. I was afraid to go out, and since it was summer, I didn't dare wear underwear because it would cause heat rash, ulceration, and infection. My master said that since no one came to the house anyway, I could just stay naked. After watching SM videos, I seemed to be able to accept it psychologically, so I listened to my master and stayed naked at home every day, which felt natural. From then on, my genitals became very sensitive; even the slightest movement would cause me to leak vaginal fluid. I felt like I had become wanton. My master played with me anytime, anywhere, and I got used to it…

Soon, I became pregnant. My master said I should rest and recuperate, and I couldn't do housework anymore. He said he wanted to transform me into the beautiful princess he wanted. One day, my master brought in a maid, and I didn't have to do anything anymore. My master started giving me medicine and injections every day, all done by himself, saying it was to increase my nutrition. Later, I learned that these injections and medicines were aphrodisiacs and lactation stimulants. One day… My master came back from outside and said that things were very chaotic outside, and the police were checking household registrations and temporary residence permits. He said that without a residence permit, I would be in big trouble and might be taken away and locked up. I was terrified and begged my master for help. I was pregnant with his child, what should I do? My master said, "Here's what we'll do. You'll stay in the basement tomorrow, and come back up after things calm down." I thought it was a good idea and readily agreed.

I followed my master's instructions and moved into the basement. My master locked the door. He brought me food twice a day, once at noon and once in the afternoon. I asked my master if the maid didn't know I was in the basement. My master said, "I told her you left. I couldn't stand being in the basement for two days." My master said, "Didn't you watch SM videos? We can do SM games, that way you'll be more tolerant. I'll chain you up and make you a dog slave. I'm the master. To make our game successful, I can give you an extra 5000 yuan a month. Even if it's your payment for playing a SM role, do you agree?" I thought my master's suggestion was great; this way I wouldn't be lonely. Honestly, I wanted to experience the thrill of SM firsthand; the intense atmosphere was captivating. Plus, it would increase my income—a win-win situation, so I readily agreed. Then my master gave me a master-slave contract. It stipulated many requirements from the master to the slave, including that the slave had no rights and must absolutely obey the master. I signed it and gave it to my master. My master said, "From now on, you are my slave, and I am your master. You must follow the terms of this contract, or I will punish you." I nodded and said, "Master, I understand." My master said, "Okay, Yue Nu, kneel down now." "

Yes, Master," I replied, kneeling before my master. My master brought out a dog collar he had prepared beforehand, put it on me, and then chained me to an iron ring on the wall. Next, my master took off my clothes and said, "You can sleep after I leave." Then he locked the door and left…

Chapter 3 SM Training: First Stage - Body Modification

The master's basement is over 20 square meters. The bed I'm sleeping on now is a single bed board laid flat on the floor, with a canvas mattress on top and a brown oilcloth covering it. Behind the basement door is a toilet for my use. Opposite the door is a large mirror covering the entire wall. The ever-burning light illuminates my naked body, reflecting a white, fleshy glow. I'm not covered, and the mirror reflects my curled-up figure, pulled by a high-hanging chain and collar, making me look like a female dog, causing me so much shame that I couldn't fall asleep for a long time…

The next morning, the master came, carrying a leather suitcase. Seeing the master, I quickly knelt down and greeted him. The master opened the suitcase and took out a corset and a chastity belt. He walked up to me, told me to get up, and then put the chastity belt on me. The belt, with two erect penis-like rods inserted between my legs, went straight into my vagina and anus. My body convulsed, and my vagina released more vaginal fluid. Due to the aphrodisiac, my body was extremely sensitive, and I felt a constant surge of desire. My face flushed, and my master could easily understand what I was thinking. He couldn't hide my physical changes from him. Then, my master put a corset on me, tightening my waist to 22 inches. He then locked the corset at the back, making it impossible to remove without a key. My master then took a syringe and injected the drug into my nipples. Then, another syringe was taken out and injected into the muscles on the inside of my thighs. At this moment, my breasts felt full and swollen, and my nipples began to stand erect. I begged my master if he could satisfy me first. My master said, "If you are obedient, I will satisfy you. Now give me oral sex." I knelt down, helped my master unzip his pants, and took his penis deep into my mouth, sucking it back and forth carefully. Soon, my master's semen came out. My mouth, face, and hair were all covered with my master's semen. My master ordered me to eat it all up. At this moment, I was sexually aroused and could not be satisfied. I begged my master to untie my chastity belt, but my master refused and called me a lowly slave who should be whipped. Then my master tied my hands and hung me up high. I could only touch the ground with my toes. My master took out a whip and lashed me hard. I began to groan loudly. My skin felt like it was burning. I endured the pain of each lash, and I felt that it was a kind of stimulation that made my desire even more aroused. The whipping brought me a sense of comfort. Unconsciously, I achieved pleasure and the satisfaction of orgasm. My vaginal fluid flowed down my thighs and dripped onto the ground.

And so, I endured sexual hunger every day, hoping my master would whip me or reward me, give me his penis and penetrate me deeply. My master used to come twice a day, now it's once. My food used to include rice and stir-fried vegetables, now it's just cream, sweets, and apple juice. Because of pregnancy symptoms, I couldn't eat, so my master forced me to. When he brought me food, he would untie my chastity belt so I could relieve myself once; if I didn't want to, I had to wait until the next day. The anal plug on my chastity belt also grew bigger every day. My master regularly injected me with lactation-inducing and aphrodisiac drugs. Now my breasts are full and milky, and my nipples have grown much larger. I have to express milk every day, otherwise the engorgement of my breasts makes me restless and unbearably painful. I was three months pregnant when my master said, "Your performance has been good, so I'm removing your chastity belt. You can enjoy yourself now." I was so excited that tears welled up in my eyes, and I kept saying thank you, master. When the anal plug was removed, my anus was a very deep and large black hole that couldn't close immediately. My master told me to lift my buttocks and started anal sex with me. I moaned with pleasure. Afterwards, my master led me out of the basement to the bathroom to take a shower and removed my corset. A deep mark was left around my waist. My master measured my measurements: 36C, 22, 37, and my weight was 62 kg. At this time, my lower abdomen had already changed noticeably, slightly protruding. Due to eating cream and large amounts of sweets every day, my body quickly gained weight; my bust and hip circumference increased significantly, and my weight was 4 kg heavier than before. My master said it wasn't satisfactory yet and I needed to continue the corset to maintain my original 22 inches, while other parts needed to increase in size. And so, I was put in a corset and locked up again, then taken back to the basement… Due to the regular injections of aphrodisiacs, my labia began to thicken and enlarge, and I was constantly leaking vaginal fluid; my genitals were never dry. I was in a state of chronic sexual frustration, and I masturbated incessantly every day. Gradually, my clitoris became very prominent. My daily diet consisted mainly of cream, sweets, and fruits. My skin became fair and tender, and my weight continued to increase. By the fifth month of my pregnancy, my corset was deeply embedded in my waist. Some people describe a slender-waisted beauty as having a wasp waist, and this is certainly not an exaggeration. At this point, my lower abdomen was already quite protruding. Because of the corset, the baby inside my belly was pushed downwards into my pelvic cavity, and my pelvis was noticeably wider. My pelvic bones were wide open, and my uterus was being compressed against the vaginal opening, making it impossible for my vagina to close. I had uterine prolapse, making intercourse impossible; even my fingers couldn't penetrate.

My master took me out of the basement again, gave me a bath, removed the corset, and then measured my bust, waist, and hips. My current measurements were 36E-22-39, and my weight was 65 kilograms. My master repeatedly said "good," and was very happy. My master brought me clothes, but none of them fit. My body shape had changed drastically. Seeing myself like this, I didn't know what to feel. Tears welled up in my eyes—was it sadness, joy, or shame…?

I ended up wearing one of my master's pajamas. My master said he was taking me to the hospital for an induced abortion. Only then did I realize that my master didn't want a child, but rather wanted to reshape my body.

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