My Path to Slavery

01 Slave Application
I am Koya Togawa, a domestic animal kept by Master Tokuki Matsuyama, and I am sixteen years old.
I also have another name, "Bitch," which was given to me by my master. Actually, I prefer the name "Bitch" because I feel like I am a bitch kneeling at my master's feet.
I am happy to be a bitch, and I like 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'm a girl who's naturally drawn to masochism. From a very young age, I knew about masters and sex slaves, and I've always dreamed of being a master's submissive sex slave. However, I don't know how to find a master willing to tame me, and I'm too embarrassed to ask others, which causes me great distress.
In my mind, every man is a master, and I've always believed that girls are born to be sex slaves; that girls are meant to grovel at men's feet.
I often think about kneeling on the street, searching for a master willing to take me in, but as a virgin, my innate sense of shame prevents me from ever doing so.
Finally, one day, I felt I could no longer endure this life without a master. So I went to Matsuzaki, a classmate I had admired since my dance academy days, hoping to beg him to become my master.
Matsuzaki was very handsome, and ever since I had the idea of becoming 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 shameful fluid.
But because of shame, I never confessed
my feelings to my beloved 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 me, his lowly slave.
Matsuzaki, like me, also lived alone.
Although I had made up my mind to become Matsuzaki's sex slave, as I stood at his doorstep, my heart pounded with increasing unease, and my face flushed crimson with shame. After all, being a slave was a shameful thing, and I was just a girl in my early teens.
I wasn't sure if Matsuzaki would accept me, but I thought that as a man, it was perfectly acceptable to play with women.
After hesitating for a long time, I finally mustered 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, repeatedly kowtowing to Matsuzaki.
"What? What did you say?" Matsuzaki crouched down, looking at me kneeling on the ground with a strange expression, as if I were a monster he had never seen before.
"Master Matsuzaki, please be my master...master! I will serve you well! Master, no matter how you play with me...I...will obey! Please!" I stammered, my face growing redder and redder, and by the end, tears were almost streaming down my face.
"You?!...What are you doing? Stand up!" Matsuzaki's tone changed from surprise to sternness.
"Yes, master...ah! No...no...this slave...this slave dares not!" Even though 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 simply unimaginable for someone like me who willingly became a slave.
"You!...Get out!..." Matsuzaki grew increasingly furious, shouting so loudly that I trembled uncontrollably.
"Yes...yes, Master, sob sob..." I finally broke down in tears, my body shaking 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! Waaah… your slave… your slave Aya will do anything! Please, please accept me, your lowly slave! Master! Believe me… your slave will serve you well! Waaah… waaah…” 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 still didn't open the door, even though my forehead was swollen from kneeling and kowtowing outside.
I knelt and prostrated myself at Matsuzaki's door for three days, but Matsuzaki still ignored me. During this time, many passersby saw me kneeling and prostrating myself 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 choose 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 fundamentals 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, thus failing to fulfill his command, wouldn't that make me seem disrespectful?
I live alone; my parents live far away. I don't have many friends or relatives here, only a twin sister, Xiaojie, but we live in different places. I wanted to celebrate her birthday with her these past few days, but she hasn't been home.
In this society, women have little status, so my parents don't care about me and Xiaojie at all. They just left us a house and enough money to live on, telling us to take care of ourselves.
Because my younger sister Xiaojie wasn't there, only Yingying wished me a happy birthday that day.
It had been a long time since we'd seen each other, and I felt Yingying had changed a lot, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what exactly had changed. I just felt that Yingying's behavior seemed more proper.
The way Yingying 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 also seemed uncomfortable for Yingying; her legs kept stretching downwards, which always made me feel like she wanted to kneel on the ground, as if that would be more comfortable. She was also wearing a very peculiar metal ring on her hand, with a picture of a kneeling, naked woman on it!
Yingying had a small metal ring in the middle of her nose, which looked quite pretty. In addition, Yingying had leather collars around her neck, wrists, and ankles, all with metal buckles. The collar around her neck was especially tight, making it difficult for her to bend her head down. There was a small keyhole on the collar's buckle, indicating that the collar was locked.
Another metal chain hung from the collar, extending down to below Yingying's chest, the rest hidden by her clothing. I couldn't guess its length; I suspected it was decorative.
A small metal plaque also adorned the collar, depicting a naked woman kneeling like a dog, being whipped by a man.
This woman wore the same collar as Yingying, with the same metal plaque. She also wore a nose ring—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 a lot about things from our childhood, until finally, I couldn't help but muster the courage to tell her about my desire to be a slave, because I finally realized 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 tried to be subtle, 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 explained myself clearly, 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 Matsuzaki Master had when I begged him to be my master. I couldn't quite put my finger on why.
Maybe it was because I had always been seen as a ladylike girl, which was why Yingying was surprised to hear such shameful words from me. In truth, only I knew that what I longed for was a lowly life of kneeling and crawling at my 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 I almost cried, finally daring to say what I had been holding back. I felt my face burning hot, wishing I could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"Ah, I understand! Xiaoling, you're so brave! A girl saying such a thing!" 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 teenager, this was indeed a very shameful thing.
“No, Xiaoling, I happen to know a place that can grant your wish! 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, are you…are you 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 that I had mustered all my courage, my words still sounded stammering.
“Ah? Xiaoling, you will know in the future!” Yingying said softly with her head down, obviously at a loss for words at my question. Her face turned red, and she seemed unsure of what to do with her hands.
"Ah..." Seeing Yingying's unusual behavior, I was too embarrassed to ask any 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, feeling a little embarrassed.
"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, feeling even more 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 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 anything from the outside.
Yingying knocked on the door. I saw an eye looking at us through a peephole. After a while, I heard a clear bell ring, and a woman opened the door.
To my astonishment, the woman was completely naked!
She wore the same rings, nose clips, and necklace as Yingying, with chains and metal plaques hanging from the necklace, though her chains were wrapped around her neck.
Her breasts were also embroidered with vibrant patterns, and her nipples were pierced with iron rings, each clamped at the base with two small clips, making them erect and a bright red.
Her genitals were also patterned, and remarkably, she had no pubic hair! The patterns on her genitals formed several characters, but I was too astonished to make out what they were.
To my astonishment, I noticed that her labia were pierced with iron rings, one of which had a metal plaque identical to the one around her neck. The plaque depicted a woman kneeling on the ground being whipped by a man, the same image as the one around Yingying's neck.
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.
Her inner thighs were also pierced with iron rings, each connected to a spring. The other end of the spring hooked onto the rings on her labia, forcing them open.
Many other objects were inserted into her genitals, but only a small head was visible, leaving me unable to guess what they were.
What surprised me most was that this woman didn't have a clitoris. Instead, she had an iron ring pierced her clitoris, with a small copper bell hanging from it. It seemed the bell sound I'd 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!" These two characters were deeply embedded in the flesh, apparently branded with a hot iron!
Seeing this, I almost fainted, 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 that woman.
I moved closer to see more clearly, but then the door slammed shut.
I waited anxiously outside for a long time before Yingying finally came out.
"Xiaoling, let me take you inside. You'd better behave!" Yingying said, pulling my hand as we went inside.
After turning through several corridors, we finally saw what it looked like inside.
The villa was located in the center, surrounded by trees, gardens, and lawns, and was very elegantly designed.
“Xiao Ling, from now on you'll have to rely on yourself. You have to work hard!” Yingying led me to the villa's entrance.
A naked woman stood by the door. This woman was dressed exactly like the woman who opened the door, with the word “livestock” branded on her buttocks.
“The slave is to kowtow to the mistress!” Yingying knelt down and kowtowed as she saw this woman. As she knelt, she tugged at my sleeve, so I followed Yingying's example and knelt down to kowtow to the woman. 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 this herself.
"Your name is Togawa Koya, right?" the woman asked me.
"Yes..." I answered, head down, inexplicably feeling shy.
"Then come with me!" The woman led me down a long corridor to a room with a sign that read "Examination Room."
For some reason, seeing this woman made me feel intimidated, 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 metal rings attached to them, clamped at the base.
They sat on chairs with a table in front of them, which blocked my view, preventing me from seeing their genitals. But their equipment was exactly the same as the woman who brought me here. It seemed that all the women here were equipped the same way.
This sight stunned me. I felt my face begin to burn, and my genitals became itchy, but I dared not rub my clitoris in front of these two women.
They must also be the master's slaves, I thought.
This intensified my urge to become a slave immediately. I wanted my genitals to be fitted with such iron rings, I wanted to kneel on the ground and receive the whippings bestowed by my master, I wanted to be chained somewhere by my master, I wanted to have the mark of livestock branded on my buttocks...
"Togawa Koya... I kowtow to you!" Not knowing what to do, I could only crawl over and kowtow to each of the two women.
I was extremely shy, and my speech became halting and stammering. After kowtowing, I knelt on the ground, at a loss for what to do, not daring to look at the two women.
At this moment, one of the women asked me, "Togawa Koya, do you want to become a slave?"
"Y-yes... I really want to..." I answered nervously and cautiously.
"Are you a virgin?" she continued.
"Y-yes..." I blushed and lowered my head, speaking softly.
"Hmm, you meet the basic requirements for being a slave: you must be beautiful and you must be a virgin. It seems you meet both, but we still need to conduct further examinations before deciding whether to accept your application to become a slave. Now, take off your clothes and kneel on the ground with your buttocks sticking out!" the other woman said.
"Um...yes!" I was prepared to take off my clothes, but I was, after all, just a sixteen-year-old girl who 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 be wearing a chastity belt! What a born slave!" When the two women saw the chastity belt tightly wrapped around my genitals, they couldn't help but laugh loudly.
The shiny black leather of the chastity belt was deeply embedded in my genitals, covered in vaginal fluid, and the cleft of my vulva 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 worn 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 help myself, because I felt that my genitals belonged to my future master, and I had no right to touch them.
For several years, I had never touched my genitals, even when the itching was unbearable, I tried my best to resist. I felt my genitals belonged to my master, and if my hands soiled them, I would no longer be worthy of being a slave.
"Take off your chastity belt, you don't need to wear that! Haha..." The two women were still laughing, making my face flush even more.
"Yes..." I obeyed their orders, took out the key, and removed my chastity belt. When my tender, red vulva was revealed, I involuntarily covered it with my hands and lowered my head in embarrassment.
Now, I was completely naked. I knelt before the two women, as they instructed, raising 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. So, to become a slave, you had to write an application. So I picked up the pen, knelt on the ground, and wrote:
Slave Application:
I am Togawa Koya, sixteen years old.
Because I desperately want to be a master's submissive sex slave, and I possess the basic qualifications—I am beautiful and have smooth, supple skin—I crave my master's whipping and anything he might do to me after I become his slave. Therefore, I submit this application.
I am a virgin; of course, I know that virginity is the primary requirement for being a slave. I am willing to offer my virginity to my master and unconditionally accept all his future manipulation, insults, and abuse, and obey any of his commands.
I am willing to spend my life kneeling at my master's feet, a submissive slave to be played with at his whim. My life, my body, and everything I own belong to my master. I yearn to offer 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 humbly beg my master to accept me. I like being treated like a toy or a dog.
If my master accepts me, I will be his most obedient bitch, kneeling at his feet every day, accepting his commands.
When my master no longer needs me as his slave, I am willing to accept whatever my master does to me, because at that time I will 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 treatment of me, 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 Koya, who desperately wants to be a slave, earnestly requests that her master accept her application.
A submissive slave and bitch kneeling at her master's feet for life—
Togawa Koya, her master's livestock.
After I finished writing this application and signed it as "A submissive slave and bitch kneeling at her master's feet for life—Togawa Koya, her master's livestock," 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 pictures of you first; we'll take them to show the master!"
"Ah! Yes..." I shyly raised my head and puffed out my chest.
My face grew increasingly red. I had never been photographed naked before, not even by my best friend Yingying! And now I was kneeling on the ground, not only being stared at by others, but also having my naked body photographed! This was something I could never have imagined. I felt tears of shame welling up in my eyes, but I tried hard to hold them back.
"Okay! Don't move!" a woman said, pressing the shutter of her Polaroid camera on my naked body.
"Alright, now change positions! Use your hands to support your breasts!" the woman said, still pointing the camera at me. Her tone was 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 choked, but I still obediently followed the instructions, because I desperately wanted to be a slave. I was willing to do anything to be accepted by my master.
I changed positions again and again as instructed, and the flash went off again and again, until the woman stopped after taking about ten photos.
"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 my 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 and slapped me hard twice while yelling at me.
"Ouch! Waaah...it hurts so much!" I cried out in fright, quickly kneeling back down on the ground, my face burning from the slap.
"Kneel 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 except for the mirrors covering the walls.
"Just kneel here and wait, don't move! Understand?" The woman said as she left.
"Yes!" I replied humbly, kneeling motionless on the ground as the woman had instructed, even after she had left.
The mirrors on the walls reflected my submissive figure kneeling on the floor, and I gradually began to feel like a slave.
I knelt motionless on the floor for about two or three hours before I heard the woman come in.
"Alright, your master has approved your application to be 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 room behind the woman and knelt down again.
Next, a woman came up behind me with a prop. She pressed down on my raised buttocks and inserted the prop into my anus.
I suddenly felt a sensation of being filled in my genitals and couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm." But another woman immediately walked over, and I was slapped hard across the face. I was so frightened that I dared not make a sound.
But then I felt the support device suddenly open inside me, and a tearing pain spread throughout my body.
"Ah, it hurts...it hurts so much...please spare me..." I cried out, twisting my body trying to get rid of the support 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 accept the examination.
I felt them examining my hymen, constantly pinching and twisting my labia and the inner walls of my vagina, seemingly testing their elasticity.
They spent a long time examining my vagina before finally finishing. Next, they used a splint to open my urethra and anus for further examination; they used a very small splint for my urethra.
Then they made me straighten my chest, pushing my breasts forward as much as possible. They repeatedly pinched and hit my nipples and breasts, making them erect, and then examined the color changes and feel of my breasts and nipples after being hit.
It hurt terribly, 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 be constantly filled with 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 will soon 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 real slave, but the lowest of the low. So you must always maintain this kneeling position with your buttocks sticking out, and you must use your hands to spread your anus open, understand?” As she spoke, she took my hands and placed them next to my anus.
“Yes…” I obediently did as she said and used my hands to spread my anus open.
The woman continued, “We are also our master’s slaves, but we have the right to stand when our master is not present, while you do not. You must kowtow to us and forever 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 by their master’s command.” "Besides, from now on, your clothes will be taken away, and you will no longer have the right to wear clothes!"
After saying that, the mistress collected all my clothes. Actually, my clothes were very simple, just a miniskirt and a semi-transparent tank top. As for my bra and panties, the mistress simply threw them into a wastepaper basket next to her. It seems that I will never have the right to wear underwear again.
"Yes, mistress, I understand! But..." I asked shyly, "When...when will I be able to have these things on you?"
"Ah, haha...you are a born masochist. Okay, now I'll take you to the 'chemical room,' and the people there will tell you more!" The mistress laughed.
"Yes, thank you, Mistress! This slave...this slave can't wait!" I said somewhat impatiently, the thought of soon being fitted with the things that real slaves possess, becoming a real slave, filled me with both shame and fear, yet I also longed to have them.
"Alright, now let me put a dog collar and chain on you!" The mistress said, taking out a leather collar like the one Yingying wore. She put the collar around my neck; the collar was very tight, barely allowing a finger to fit inside.
There was a lock 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 me, it was even difficult for me to lower my head; it was tightly constricted around my neck, feeling extremely uncomfortable. But I thought that as a slave, I had to exchange my own suffering for my master's pleasure, so I gladly accepted it.
Then the woman took out a thin iron chain, just like the chains around their necks. She attached the chain to the ring in the middle of my dog 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 one of the mistresses' hands, looking just 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 iron 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 master who kicked them when they were being kicked.
"Hmph, you're so pretty, and your body is quite soft when you kick, you wanton 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 wanton bitch... Ah, thank... thank you, Mistress..." I could only obediently accept the mistress's torment and humiliation, 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 "purification room".
There were two mistresses here as well. After I kowtowed to both of them, the mistress who led me there left.
"Please...please, mistress, give me..." I said shyly. Although I had already made up my mind to become a slave, I still felt embarrassed to say those shameful words.
One of the mistresses brought out some wristbands and anklets. She let me choose the ones that suited me and lock them onto my hands and feet.
The wristbands 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, my hands or feet would be restricted, or even my hands and feet could be locked together.
I thought that if chains were threaded onto the buckles of my wristbands and anklets, it would be easy to tie me to somewhere. Of course, this is just my guess. If my owner 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 very 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 install a nose clip on me.
I didn't dare to 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 streaming down my face from the pain, my body twisting back and forth on the ground because a hole had been punched in the cartilage between my nostrils.
"Ugh...ah..." I was in so much pain my head was pressed to 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 my master's use. I figured sooner or later, my buttocks would be branded with the same conspicuous word 'livestock' as theirs! That was what truly terrified me.
Then a small iron ring was inserted into my nose, just like Yingying's. It had a lock in the middle, and a mistress locked it. That's how I got a nose clip—the first tool I was fitted with for my master's use as a slave.
I figured this nose clip was for chaining me or tethering me somewhere. Although I was too overwhelmed by pain and humiliation to speak, I still felt incredibly proud, because I was becoming more and more like a true slave.
"This nose clip is permanent; once it's on, it can never be removed! Hahaha!..." 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 subsided slightly, one of the mistresses grabbed my newly installed nose clip, and my head immediately tilted back, thrusting my breasts forward.
"Ugh, it hurts, mistress, my nose hurts so much, ah... ugh..." My newly fitted nose clip was pulled, and the pain made me almost unable to 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 from the pain, and I groaned incessantly. But the mistress continued to pierce my breasts with the long needle, and the repeated stings were almost unbearable. Finally, I cried out.
"Slap! Slap!" Because of my cries, I was immediately slapped several times by one of the mistresses.
Terrified, I dared not scream any longer. I could only sob and endure the sharp pain as it relentlessly pierced my breasts, forcing them forward as far as the woman could reach for the needles, as she demanded.
With each prick, my breasts throbbed with pain, but I stubbornly refused to groan.
"It hurts so much, slave, waah..." Another mistress gripped my nose tightly, rendering me immobile. So, despite the unbearable pain, I persevered until the other mistress finished.
My pricked breasts were immediately coated with a colorful liquid, instantly creating vibrant patterns.
Kneeling on the ground, I stared at the patterns on my breasts, too ashamed to lift my head.
"Now we're going to start plucking your hair. Kneel down and lift your body, stick your genitals out, hurry up! Bitch, all the hair in your genitals is going to be plucked." The mistress didn't seem to notice the humiliation I felt. She spoke calmly, as if it were all normal for her.
"Yes, mistress, your slave...bitch is ready. Please...please, mistress, pluck your slave...bitch's hair." I thrust my lower body forward, revealing all the dark hair in
my genital triangle, waiting for the mistress to pluck it. "Ah, ouch...it hurts so much, I can't take it..." I cried out loudly as a mistress poured a thick layer of scalding hot wax onto my genital triangle.
I felt an unbearable burning pain in my genitals. 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 placed over the wax. I knew that once the wax cooled, my pubic hair would be gone.
After a while, the wax slowly solidified. One of the mistresses grabbed one end of the cloth and ripped it off.
"It hurts so much! This bitch can't take it anymore..." Waves of intense pain surged from my genitals throughout my body, causing my kneeling body to twist and turn. I involuntarily covered my bald genitals with my hands and knelt on the ground, crying out loudly.
But my hand was 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 medicine; your pubic hair will stop growing forever. You'll never have pubic hair again. Slaves can't have pubic hair… You're just like us now! Your pubic area will be bald forever! Haha…" The mistress laughed gleefully, slapping my bald pubic area with her hand.
"Ah? Slave… bitch's pubic hair… forever gone…" I was startled; I had thought my pubic hair could grow back. But I immediately quieted down. This was the mistress's right, wasn't it?
My master has the right to do anything to me, including the right to strip me of my pubic hair. At the same time, I have to admit that my master is right; my genitals now look much prettier and cleaner than before. This makes me feel somewhat proud, even though it causes me unbearable pain.
"Now kneel properly, raise your ass as high as you can, we're going to tattoo your genitals with patterns symbolizing your slave status, understand? Bitch!" one of the mistresses yelled.
"Yes, mistress, this slave, no… this bitch will do it right away, please… please, mistress, stab me." I respectfully followed the mistress's instructions, raising my buttocks as high as possible and spreading my legs as wide as possible. I used my hands to forcefully pry open my labia, exposing the tender flesh at the very bottom of my vagina, so that the mistress could start stabbing 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 gave instructions while beginning to stab the long needle into the pink flesh at the forcibly exposed opening of my vagina.
"Ah!" I cried out in pain, my genitals spasming, but I dared not move my body. I endured the humiliation and the constant stinging pain from the needles.
"Ah, it's Mistress, your slave will keep in the position that makes it easiest for you to pierce me... Ah... Thank you, Mistress, for piercing me! 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 incessantly, but I still had to forcefully spread them apart 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 I had to do my best to help my master play with me better.
The patterns started from the inside of my labia and continued down to my genitals, then spread outwards.
"Finally finished! This bitch's genitals are so beautiful!" The mistress was clearly jealous of my perfect vulva.
“Yes, it looks much prettier with the tattoos on. Masters will definitely like it…” The mistresses discussed among themselves amidst my sobs. The tattoos were finally almost finished.
“Thank you, mistresses, for giving this bitch the tattoos…” I looked at the brightly colored circles of tattoos that appeared on my genitals after the medicine was applied, symbolizing my slave status, and I couldn’t help but sob with shame again.
These tattoos extended from my genital triangle to around my anus, and the patterns were of various colors, radiating outwards around my genitals. This was also a symbol of my slave status.
In my genital triangle, some blue tattoos formed six characters: Slave Togawa Koya.
These six characters were very conspicuous, making it immediately clear to anyone that my name and my slave status were right there.
I can't hide the fact that I'm my master's slave from anyone. It's obvious from the patterns on my genitals and breasts, from the nose clip I have, from the dog collar around my neck that only my master can open, and the chain attached to it.
I don't regret it; I like being my master's slave. It's just that sometimes I find it hard to bear such humiliation as a sixteen-year-old girl. I think I'll get used to it; I'm increasingly finding a sense of being a slave.
"Mistress, what should I do next?" After a while, I stopped sobbing and asked one of the mistresses softly and shyly.
The woman didn't answer my question, but instead led me directly to the adjacent bathroom.
"Crawl into the bathtub and wash yourself thoroughly!" she commanded loudly. The bathtub was already filled with water.
"Ah, yes… Mistress…" I carefully washed every part of my body as instructed, then climbed out of the bathtub and knelt on the floor again.
The woman then took out two stainless steel toe rings. When opened, the toe rings formed five connected semicircles; when closed, they became circles of varying sizes.
She had me lift my feet, then put the toe rings on my toes and locked the clasp when closing the rings.
This way, my five toes could only be pressed tightly 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 big toe. Clearly, one ring could be fastened to the other, thus easily locking my feet together, serving the same purpose as the buckles on the ankle bracelets.
Didn't I look beautiful with the steel toe rings on? Although the inability to move my toes made me uncomfortable, I still liked this way of being confined.
"Thank...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 your master and have you inspected. If your master accepts you, he will give you a name, and you will become a true slave." The mistress said, stuffing 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 the handkerchief tightly with my genitals. This posture made me feel extremely ashamed, but the feeling of becoming a slave also excited me.

02 The Slave Contract
We arrived at the door of a large room.
As soon as we reached the room door, the mistress released me and knelt down like me. She respectfully kowtowed three times outside the door and said, "Master... this slave Yan Nu brings a new slave for your inspection..." After saying this, the mistress glanced at me.
I quickly followed her example and kowtowed three times.
"Master, this slave... this slave Togawa Koya requests your inspection..." I timidly followed.
But there was no response from the other side, and the mistress dared not utter another sound, kneeling on the ground with her buttocks sticking out, waiting.
About half an hour later, a voice came from the other side: "Come in..."
"Yes, thank you, Master." The mistress replied humbly, then used her head to open the door and crawled inside.
I followed him inside. There was a large room. A boy sat on a sofa, and a slave knelt at his feet.
We crawled all the way to the boy's feet. This must be my master, I thought.
The mistress and I kowtowed three times to our master, respectfully saying, "This...this slave, Togawa Koya, kowtows to my master..."
Without my master's permission, I dared not raise my head, only seeing his feet. My heart pounded wildly, for I had finally seen my master.
"Hmm, are you the new slave? Your name is Togawa Koya?" the master asked lazily. From his voice, he was clearly very young.
"Yes, Master...Master, the slave's name is Togawa Xiaoling. Please...please ask Master to examine the slave and give Xiaoling a name..." I was so excited that I couldn't finish my words.
"Lift your head and let me see, haha... you have a pretty good figure, little slave!" Master smiled and pinched one of my nipples with two fingers, gently twisting it.
"Yes, Master..." I raised my head and finally saw the Master's face.
ah! The owner is very handsome and wears a metal ring like Yingying's, but the image on it is of a man full of majesty.
The master is about the same age as me, only sixteen or seventeen years old, but the majesty in his eyes makes me excited. This is the master I want to serve my whole life. I will always kneel at his feet and let him play with and humiliate me!
"Hmm, you are quite pretty, and look rather delicate. You are indeed good material for a slave. Lay your face forward so I can slap it a few times and see how it feels." The master said, pinching my cheeks and gently pulling them a few times.
"Yes, master..." I answered softly, then obediently tilted my head back, placing my face where it was most convenient for the master to slap.
"Please...please...master, slap your slave's face!" I felt my face burning, as if I couldn't believe I could say such insulting words to myself.
"Crack! Smack!" The master's palm began to fall on my face, hitting it very loudly.
"Ah...it hurts...waaaah..." I cried as the master hit me, my red cheeks gradually swelling, but I still dared not move my face, trying my best to keep it in the most convenient place for the master to hit.
"Very good, it feels so good to slap this stinky bitch's face! Haha..." It seems the master is quite satisfied with the softness of my face.
"Thank you, master... for hitting your slave... the bitch's face..." I kowtowed to the master in gratitude.
"Hmm, now you bitch, lick your master's cock! Haha... with your virgin mouth!" The master couldn't help but laugh at my shy appearance.
"Yes, Master." I crawled to my master's crotch and saw a man's penis for the first time.
Although I had fantasized countless times about what a man's penis looked like, I was still shocked when I saw it.
I tentatively put my master's penis into my mouth, and it felt so soft, completely different from what I had imagined. My master's penis was very large, filling my entire mouth.
"Hmm...hmm..." I gently moved my head up and down a few times, and felt my master's penis quickly swell in my mouth. So I boldly started moving, and following my master's command, I began clumsy oral sex.
"Ugh...gag...gag..." My master's penis was as hard as a stick, pressing against the back of my throat.
"Now lie down! Lift your ass, spread your labia! You still have the handkerchief between your legs, right? Lay it flat under your vulva!" The master said as he pulled his penis out of my mouth.
"Yes, master." I knew I was about to lose my virginity; my virgin vagina would be penetrated by the master for the first time. The thought made my body tremble involuntarily.
I spread my legs, and the handkerchief fell from my vulva. I did as the master said and placed it under my labia. Now I understood the purpose of the handkerchief; it was definitely to catch my virgin blood.
"Please, master, insert your penis into my virgin vagina! Deflower...deflower me!" I lifted my ass and spread my labia with my hands, saying shamefully, my face flushed red.
The master placed his penis against the entrance of my vagina.
"Thud!" A shameful sound came from my genitals as I felt my thin hymen being torn apart by my master's hard penis.
"Ah..." Waves of unbearable pain made me cry out.
I felt my narrow opening tightly gripping my master's penis; it had been torn.
My hymen was ripped, and virgin blood flowed from it. Drops of blood dripped onto the already laid-out handkerchief, staining it bright red.
"Master...it hurts...ah..." With each thrust of my master, I winced and cried out in pain. But I still obeyed my master's orders, forcefully prying open my vaginal opening with my hands, allowing my master to penetrate my narrow vagina more comfortably.
"It feels pretty good inside, now it's time to deflower your virgin asshole! Spread your asshole open, see how it is!" After thrusting for a while, the master pulled his penis out of my vagina and told me he was going to use my asshole.
"Yes, master... ah..." The master's penis went in the moment I spread my asshole open, and he rubbed my breasts with his hands while forcefully thrusting into my asshole.
"Ah... master..." I cried out loudly, my body arching involuntarily.
My asshole became even narrower, and I spread my asshole open as hard so that it would be more comfortable for the master to penetrate me, and my pain would be slightly reduced.
"Waaah, master... slave... this bitch is so happy..." Although I only felt pain while being penetrated by the master, I still felt very happy. Because it seemed my master still enjoyed penetrating me, I was almost certain I would become his slave; my dream was about to come true.
The feeling of being penetrated in my anus was excruciating; I cried and screamed incessantly, tears dripping onto the ground, yet my heart felt a strange, inexplicable excitement.
After a while of thrusting in and out of my anus, my master pulled his penis out. Because it had been stretched open for so long, my anus couldn't close; it gaped open, revealing pink flesh, showing that it had just been deflowered by my master.
“Great slave material! Time to deflower your virgin urethra! Spread your urethra open! Let your master insert it inside! Haha…” The master laughed happily, seemingly very satisfied with my body.
“Ah! Master, that…that?!…” I cried out in fear, my face flushed with shame, looking even more adorable. I never imagined that even my urethra would be deflowered by my master. I couldn’t imagine how my master’s penis could fit into such a small urethra.
“Slap!” My master slapped me hard across the face.
“You stinking bitch! Hurry up!” The master angrily slapped my face repeatedly.
“Yes, master…” I still obediently spread my urethra open with my hands, my face already swollen from the slaps.
“Ah…master…master…” When the master pressed his penis against my urethra, I trembled with fear.
"Ah!...Ah!..." The master began to forcefully thrust his penis into my urethra, causing me to cry and sneer in pain. However, his penis still couldn't penetrate; compared to his enormous penis, my urethra was far too narrow.
The master ignored my unbearable cries and wasn't in a hurry to insert it. He slowly, sometimes gently, sometimes forcefully, inserted it. I felt his penis gradually entering my urethra; it seemed he was very experienced in penetrating his slave's urethra.
"This little urethra is very tight!" the master laughed, his penis slowly moving in.
"Master...Waaah...Master..." I felt my urethra being torn open, and bright red virgin blood flowed from it. Although it hurt terribly, I didn't dare move an inch, only able to arch my back as my master slowly inserted his penis into my urethra.
His penis was completely inside my urethra, and I felt a piercing pain; the sensation was unbearable.
"You bitch, move yourself!" my master commanded with a laugh, seemingly wanting me to move to satisfy his pleasure of thrusting into his slave's urethra.
"Ah! Yes..." I was startled, but still obediently moved my body back and forth, causing my master's penis to thrust in and out of my urethra.
"Ah...it hurts so much!...Ah!...Waaah...Master...Waaah..." I couldn't hold back my tears; every time my master's penis reached the bottom of my urethra, I trembled with pain. Although I knew it would hurt, I still had to move my body again and again to endure this unbearable pain; the feeling was truly humiliating.
"Okay!...That's enough!...Haha...Stop!..." My master had been inserting his penis into my urethra for a long time, until I felt I couldn't bear it anymore, when he suddenly laughed and told me to stop.
"Ah...Yes...Master..." I quickly obeyed his command and stopped moving.
My master quickly thrust in and out of my urethra a few times, then abruptly pulled his penis out.
"You stinking bitch...Go swallow Master's semen!..." The mistress who brought me here reminded me.
I quickly turned around, took his penis into my mouth, and began to move it up and down rapidly.
Suddenly, streams of hot, foul-smelling liquid shot into my mouth.
"Ugh...uh..." I knew that the slave had to swallow the semen my master had given me. I gulped down mouthfuls of semen, finally managing to swallow all of it. Some semen spilled around my mouth, and I gently licked it away with my tongue. Although the semen was bitter and foul-smelling, making me want to vomit, I still felt satisfied.
After my master finished ejaculating, I gently and carefully licked his penis clean with my tongue, then obediently lowered my head and knelt at his feet.
"...Slave...bitch...thank you master...thank you master for inspecting...inspecting slave...bitch...to...to deflower...to deflower bitch!...Ugh..." I humbly kowtowed to my master, my face pressed against the ground in shame.
"Haha... Good!... Time to pee!... Haha..." Suddenly, my master grabbed my hair, forcing me to lift my head, and shoved his penis into my mouth again.
He actually started urinating in my mouth.
"Ugh... Vomit... Ugh... Ugh... Vomit..." The stench of the urine made me nauseous, and tears streamed down my face. I dared not spit it out; a slave must drink the urine given to him by his master. I swallowed hard, tears of humiliation flowing continuously. But at the same time, I felt a strange pleasure from being insulted by my master; my breasts hardened, and my genitals became wet.
After drinking my master's urine, I carefully licked his penis clean again, then obediently knelt to the side.
"Did it taste good?... You stinking bitch!..." My master asked me with a laugh, as if deliberately trying to humiliate me.
“Good…good…Master…slave…bitch…thank you Master…in slave…bitch mouth…pee…pee…waaaah…” I inexplicably felt a pang of grievance again.
“Hmm…not bad…you’re a pretty sensible slave…haha!…Hmm…it’s time to give you a name!…” the master said with a laugh.
“Yes…Master…slave…bitch…Xiaoling begs Master to give…slave a name…so that I may insult…slave…slave Xiaoling…waaaah…” the master hadn’t given me a name yet. Every slave had to ask their master to give them an insulting name to show that they were willing to accept the master’s arbitrary insults and manipulation.
"Hmm... what should I call you?... You always call yourself a bitch... so you'll be called a bitch!... Haha!... The name bitch is great!..." The master tilted his head and thought for a moment, then laughed and said, seemingly very satisfied with the name he had given me.
"Yes... Master... this slave... bitch Togawa Aya... is also called bitch... thank you Master... Waaaa... waaaa... this slave... bitch doesn't know... how to thank Master... bitch Aya will definitely serve Master well... thank... thank you Master for giving this slave Aya... the name bitch..." I knelt on the ground and cried excitedly again.
“Alright… now you’ve passed the test… and are now officially a slave… kneel before your master, spread your labia and let your master see… swear to your master… that you are willing to serve your master forever… to be played with by your master as you please… to faithfully serve your master…” The mistress who brought me here said, kneeling beside me.
I did as she said. I knelt before my master, spread my legs wide, and used my hands to spread my private parts, letting my master see my rosy, tender flesh and the tattooed words above my pubic hair—Slave Togawa Koya.
My vaginal walls were very thin, and my clitoris was visibly swollen from such intense humiliation.
"...Slave...Togawa Aya...Also known as Bitch...I swear to be a slave tamed by my master for life!...To faithfully serve my master...To offer...To offer my master's playthings...The body of slave Aya...My body and everything...are tools for my master's pleasure...No matter...No matter what my master does to slave Aya...Aya...This bitch Aya is willing to obey...No matter...No matter what my master wants bitch Aya to do...Aya is willing to do it...Bitch Aya is willing...Willing to be...played with by my master..."
The contract was completed, and the relationship between me, this bitch, and my master was officially established. From then on, I truly became a tamed slave of my master, a loyal bitch kneeling at my master's feet.
"Alright... now tell the bitch what she needs to do!..." The master sat comfortably on the sofa, instructing the woman who had brought me there, who had been kneeling beside him.
"Yes... Master..." the woman replied, turning to me and saying,
"Bitch... now I will tell you what a slave should do...
your mouth, vagina, urethra, and anus must always be open to the master. You no longer have control over your own body, including your mouth, vagina, urethra, breasts, and anus. They will be under the master's control. Their opening, closing, changing, and even removal will all be decided by the master.
You must always maintain a posture of waiting for the master's use or command, that is, kneeling on the ground, raising your buttocks high, touching the ground with your head, and forcefully..." Your labia protrude outwards, and you use your hands to spread your anus.
You must not close your lips and labia. After a while, a vibrator will be inserted into your vagina to stretch your vaginal opening. This is to make your vaginal opening more easily accessible to your master, because it belongs to him.
When your master commands you to do what he likes, you must obey. Your master can use you in any way he likes. When your master wants to whip you, you must obey. You will also receive routine whipping at night.
At night, you must kneel on the bed. Sleep, and your hands and body will be locked in the way your master prefers. You must always remember that you are not free; you are completely under your master's control.
Soon, a ring will be placed on your middle finger; it is a symbol of your slave status and a common mark among slaves. Besides our master, there are other masters who also own slaves, and they all recognize this mark. Sometimes you may be sent out on your master's orders; other masters will recognize you by this mark. "No matter what public place you are in, you are just a slave to your master.
Other masters also wear this mark, just like our master. When you see someone wearing this mark, no matter what public place you are in, you must immediately kneel down and kowtow to that master, and remain kneeling until the master releases you, and you must also accept the master's arbitrary abuse and use. No matter what the place, if anyone finds you even slightly disobedient, you will be punished immediately..."
"Yes... Master... Master... Master... This slave is willing to accept whatever Master does to me! ... Bitch... Aya... So... So happy... Master... Master... Ugh... Waaah..." I kept kowtowing to my master on the ground, shyly and murmuring my master's name, and cried with excitement.
I slowly crawled to my master's crotch, and with boundless gratitude, I took his penis into my mouth again, gently licking it from top to bottom. Then I knelt at my master's feet and licked his toes with my tongue.
I licked for a long time before slowly kneeling to the side.
"Bitch... now sign your name on the handkerchief stained with your virgin blood!... Haha... first lick the handkerchief with your own virgin blood that flowed from it!..." My master laughed and threw a thick pen on the ground.
"Yes... Master..." I whispered, picking up the handkerchief from the ground, obediently sticking out my tongue, and gently licking the blood on the handkerchief. The blood had a salty, fishy smell; this was the proof of my loss of virginity!
"Huh?..." It was only while licking the handkerchief that I noticed a line of small print on the upper left side: "For use only when slaves are deflowered by their masters."
I picked up the pen and, without hesitation, wrote my name on the handkerchief: Master's livestock—slave—bitch Togawa Koya.
"Slave…bitch…bitch has signed!…Please…please let Master accept it…" I held the signed handkerchief in both hands and handed it to Master. This handkerchief signified that I willingly offered my virginity to Master.
"Haha…good…" Master took the handkerchief, laughing as he tossed it onto the coffee table.
"Um…thank…thank you, Master…slave…bitch can finally…serve Master…" I was filled with gratitude towards Master.
"Now get out of here! Come back to me when you've been tamed, you bitch! Haha... Bitch... Use the biggest vibrator you have... stretch your asshole and vagina wider! They're too tight! Get out of here! Haha..." It seems the master still looks down on one of his slaves.
"Yes... Master..." The mistress and I answered in unison, then turned and crawled out on our knees.
We crawled back into the pursebox, whereupon the mistress stood up, while I remained kneeling on the ground in obedience.
“Hmm… alright… now I have to tell you… your uterus will be fitted with a thorny ball… it’s a contraceptive! Once it’s in, it can never be removed! Therefore, you will be forever deprived of the right to reproduce! Of course, this is the master’s right… you can only obey… this thorny ball will constantly prick your uterus… making you remember at all times that you are just a slave… ready and waiting for the master to use you… alright… now begin the installation…” the mistress said.
“Ah? Why? Slaves… are all… like this?… Mistress…” I was almost stunned, my raised buttocks trembling uncontrollably with fear. I was only sixteen years old, and my right to reproduce had been forever taken away!
“Yes!…You don’t need to feel ashamed about this…Every slave will have a thorn ball inserted!…Including other things…Every slave is fitted with the same thing! We are no exception…This thorn ball will sting even more whenever we slaves move our bodies!…” The mistress’s expression was very gloomy as she spoke, it seemed that she was also being tortured by the thorn ball at all times.
“Ah!…Yes…Please…Please, mistress, insert…insert the thorn ball into slave Xiaoling!…” Although I was very surprised, I still obediently accepted it.
As a slave, I had no right to resist. I humbly knelt on the ground, raised my buttocks, and used my hands to forcefully spread my labia, waiting for the mistress to insert the prop into my vagina.
"Ah... Waaah... It hurts... Aya... This bitch hurts..." I screamed in agony as the vibrator was deeply inserted into my vagina and suddenly opened wide. My vaginal opening convulsed violently, because it was already very narrow, so it was torn apart instantly.
A mistress took out a thorny ball. It was a copper ball covered with sharp spikes, about the size of an egg.
"Ah... No... Mistress... Please... Slave... Aya... No..." I trembled with fear at the sight of the spikes, desperately twisting my body to resist the ball being forced into my vagina. But deep down, I had to admit that although I was trembling with fear, and my body was desperately resisting, I secretly longed for those spikes to pierce my flesh.
"Ugh...ugh...hmm..." One of the mistresses pressed her foot down on my head. Another mistress inserted the thorny ball into my vagina.
"Ah...ahhh...it hurts so much...uh...ugh...ah..." The spikes pierced the tender inner walls of my vagina, and the thorny ball scraped against my flesh, leaving streaks of blood.
"Ah... no... slave... slave... Aya... can't take it anymore... mistress... it hurts so much... ah... spare... spare the bitch... ah... let the bitch... Aya eat shit... no more... waaa... Aya is willing to eat shit... spare the bitch Aya... waaa..." I screamed incoherently. A mistress reached into my vagina, took the thorny ball, and forcefully shoved it into my cervix. Although I kept screaming, I knew I was just a slave, so installing anything on my body didn't require my consent. To me, whatever my mistress wanted to do to me, I had no right to stop her; I could only obey.
"Ah...no...waaa...it hurts..." Because the thorny ball was so large and covered with sharp spikes, despite my screams, I could only manage to insert about a third of it. The rest of the thorny ball got stuck in my small cervix, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push it in.
The mistress inserted a wooden stick into my vagina, using it to push the thorny ball stuck in my cervix, and then tapped the other end of the stick with her hand, forcefully pushing the thorny ball towards my cervix.
“Ah…no…ah…ah ah…it hurts…mistress…it hurts…spare the bitch…Aya…slave…I can’t take it…ah ah…ah…waaa…Aya will eat shit…isn’t eating shit enough?…ah…waaa…waaa…it hurts…waaa…ah…it hurts so much…quick…quickly give the bitch Aya…eat…eat shit…” My head was still being stepped on by another mistress.
“Pfft!…ah!…” With a painful cry from me, the thorny ball was finally pushed into my uterus.
“Ah…finally it’s done…” The mistress breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the wooden stick out of my vagina. By this time, I was in so much pain that I could barely move.
"Ah... Waaah... Ahh... Aya... My lower body... hurts... Waaah... Waaah..." I sobbed. My uterus was riddled with sharp spikes. I wanted to twist my body in pain, but even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain as the spikes pierced my lower body. I dared not move again, kneeling on the ground, groaning and sobbing.
What terrified me most was that this pain would accompany me for the rest of my life, starting when I became a slave at sixteen. It would constantly pierce my uterus, bringing me unbearable agony. Of course, this also made me firmly remember my slave status.
"Let's insert the vibrator into her now. That way our task will be complete," said one of the mistresses.
"A vibrating rod?... Mistress... What is that?..." I asked, puzzled. I remembered that both the mistress and the master had told me about it.
“What the slave needs to have inserted… is… is this one in my genitals… It has spikes on it, which can constantly prick our genitals… These vibrating rods are remote-controlled… The remote is in the master's hands… Each vibrating rod has a number… It’s also on the remote… No matter where we slaves are… wherever… as long as the master presses the number of which slave’s vibrating rod on the remote… that slave’s vibrating rod will start vibrating… You will experience this vibration in a moment… because during the taming period… your vibrating rod will vibrate continuously… You must remember… the slave is always under the master’s control… After the vibrating rod is inserted into your genitals… you can begin the taming process…” another mistress said, pointing to the things that were peeking out from her own genitals. She trembled as she spoke, seemingly terrified that her vibrator might suddenly start vibrating.
"Is...is that so?...This slave...does...somewhat like this thing...Quick...quickly put it on...Aya..." The thought of being subjected to the discomfort of a vibrator inserted into my private parts at any moment, with the timing completely controlled by my master, excited me.
Following my master's instructions, I was to use the largest size vibrator.
The mistress brought out two large ones and one small one. Seeing the vibrators made me a little scared. They were so thick, somewhat like bowling balls, thicker at the top and thinner at the bottom, but the bottom was a little wider, apparently to prevent them from slipping in. Most terrifyingly, they were covered in sharp rubber spikes. I didn't understand why she needed three.
“Mistress…mistress…why…why are there three…three?…My vagina…my anus…and somewhere else?…” I felt myself getting more and more nervous, and my voice began to tremble.
“Stupid donkey!…Your urination place…your urethra!…” the mistress answered crisply.
“Urin…urethra?…The place to urinate?…Waaah…then…how does the slave…urinate?…” I cried out in fear.
“Hurry up, bitch…spread your labia…we’ll plug your vagina first…” the mistress ignored me and just ordered me to spread my labia.
“Yes…mistress…” I obediently spread my labia, waiting fearfully for the vibrator to be inserted.
"Ah!...Ahhh...It hurts!...Slave...Aya can't take it anymore..." I cried out loudly, begging my mistress to insert it gently. Although my private parts were flowing with a lot of honey-like fluid after being greatly humiliated, my mistress struggled for a long time before finally inserting just a little bit. My private parts were too narrow, and I felt extremely ashamed of myself.
Actually, I liked this large vibrator. I knew that only when my vagina and anus were stretched wide would my mistress feel more comfortable and convenient when using it.
"Ah!...Ah...Waaah...Ah...Ugh...It hurts...Mistress...Slower...It hurts...Slave...Aya is in so much pain...I can't...I can't take it anymore...Ah!..." Tears streamed down my face from the pain as I cried out and forcefully spread my labia to cooperate with the insertion of the vibrator. The opening that had been torn during the master's inspection had widened even further.
"Ahhh...it hurts...ah...plop...plop!...ah!...uh...waaaah..." With my screams, the vibrator was finally inserted. I felt as if countless sharp needles were pricking my tender inner walls, causing me to groan and cry incessantly—this was the effect of the spikes on the vibrator. When my lower body moved even slightly, this sensation suddenly intensified, the pain causing me to involuntarily clutch my opening and groan loudly. I desperately wanted to pull the vibrator out, but I dared not.
"Waaaah... slave... bitch... thank you mistress... waaaah... please... please mistress put... the vibrator into... my... my asshole... waaaah... waaaah..." Despite the pain, I cried and thanked my mistress.
The one in my asshole was harder to insert; my asshole was narrower than my vagina, but the vibrator was the same size.
But I believed I could get it in. My mistress was right; it was precisely because my asshole and vagina were so narrow that I needed a large vibrator to stretch them out. I was grateful to my mistress from the bottom of my heart.
"...Please... please mistress insert it... slave... bitch... has already spread my ass... asshole!..." I quickly spread my asshole, waiting for my mistress to insert the vibrator.
"Ah... Waaah... It hurts... It hurts so much... Mistress... Bitch... Ah... I can't take it anymore... No... Waaah... It hurts... Waaah... Let your slave eat shit!... Waaah... Waaah... I really want to eat shit... Ah... It hurts so much... Ah... Waaah..." I cried out miserably, but the mistress tried very hard, but she couldn't get it in.
I was in so much pain that I didn't know what to say.
"Bitch... Hold the vibrator with your hand... Ha... You're going to feel pain... I'll kick it in!..." One of the mistresses laughed gleefully, standing up as she spoke.
“…Ah!…No…Mistress…this slave…bitch Xiaoling…it will really hurt to death…No…Please spare this…bitch Xiaoling…this slave Xiaoling will kowtow to…please spare this bitch…or will you slowly…suck it in…”
“Thump!…Thump…” I desperately kowtowed to the mistress on the ground.
I was terrified, I couldn’t believe this was real, my anus would definitely be ripped apart. I thought.
“Haha!…You stinking bitch!…Does this slave have to teach the mistress how to do it?…Bitch!…Stick your face out!…” The mistress scolded me.
“Yes…Mistress!…” I became frightened and obediently stuck my face out, I knew the mistress was going to slap me.
“Slap! Slap!…Slap!…Slap!…” The slap on my face made a crisp sound. I kept my face pressed forward, not daring to move, letting the mistress strike me.
"Ha!...Do you understand?...A slave cannot disobey any orders!..." The mistress laughed after finishing the beating.
"Yes...yes...slave, this bitch understands...waaa...Aya...this bitch...will never dare again...thank you mistress...punish...punish this bitch Aya...this bitch was wrong...waaa..." I said humbly, suppressing the humiliation in my heart.
"Hmm...right...that's more like a slave...looks like I'll have to train you properly from now on!..." The vibrator was handed to me. This time, I obediently pressed it against my anus, holding it with both hands.
"Mistress...Aya...this bitch is ready...please...please kick...kick...waaaah..." Despite having just been reprimanded by the mistress, I was still trembling with fear of the impending pain.
"Thud!..." The vibrator was suddenly kicked in by the mistress.
"Ah!...it hurts..." The intense pain almost made me faint. I screamed and desperately grabbed my genitals with my hands; the vibrator was already tightly stuffed into my anus.
My anus was torn.
“Aya…it really hurts…waaa…my asshole is torn…torn…waaa…it hurts…waaa…waaa…whoosh…whoosh whoosh…this…this…” I was in so much pain that I lost control of my bladder, and yellow urine spilled all over the floor.
“Hmph!…useless bitch!…you have to clean up your own pee…haha!…” the two mistresses laughed.
“Yes!…mistresses…this…bitch…is so useless!…” I turned around in shame and stuck out my tongue to lick up the urine I had spilled. There was a lot of urine, and it took me a long time to lick it clean.
“Hmm…okay…bitch…now let’s insert that thing into your urethra!…”
“Ugh!…Yes!…mistresses…Aya, this bitch will immediately spread her urethra open…” My eyes were filled with tears.
"Ah!...No...It hurts too much...Ah!...Slave, bitch...I can't take it anymore..." I banged my head against the ground with all my might. It was incredibly difficult to insert a vibrator into such a small opening as my urethra. Although I had tried my best to pry the opening of my urethra as wide as possible, it still wouldn't go in.
"It hurts...it hurts...Ah...Mistress...Slave...Bitch...I've...pried...pried as wide as I can...Please...Ah...Please, Mistress...Push it in harder...Waaah...Ah...Waaah..."
The mistress tried for a long time, but still couldn't get it in.
"Bitch...Let's use the same method as before...Hold the vibrator steady!..." the mistress said.
"Yes... Mistress... But... But... Little Aya is scared... scared..." Despite my terrified state, I still had to hold the vibrator firmly with my hand and forcefully push out my vagina to make it easier for the mistress to kick me.
"Ah!... Ah!... Ouch!... It hurts... Ah... This bitch... It hurts so much..." The vibrator was finally inserted. With
all three vibrators inserted, my urethra, anus, and vagina were all torn apart. Even the involuntary trembling of my lower body brought me unbearable pain and itching.
"Bitch... I'm telling you now... the vibrator inserted into your body can only be removed when your master uses you and when you clean yourself in the morning... at other times, you cannot remove it yourself without your master's command!... Even if you need to relieve yourself at that time... you must obtain your master's permission... if your master does not agree, you must wait until morning!... and you must hold it in during this time!... Haha... from now on, you will have to remove and reinsert the vibrator yourself!... Do you understand?... "
"Ugh... Yes... Mistress... Aya... I understand!... Shouldn't this bitch... be tamed by now?..." I knelt on the ground, asking cautiously. Despite enduring unbearable pain, I enjoyed the humiliation I suffered; I wanted to be played with by my master as soon as possible.
"Hmm...almost there...now kneel down...stick out your genitals...use both hands to forcefully spread your vagina...bitch...like when you swear to your master!..."
"Yes...mistress..." I obediently did as she said.
"Snap!...Snap!...Snap snap!..." The mistress took a Polaroid camera and took several pictures of me.
"Good...now change positions!...Hmm...raise one leg!...Haha..." the mistress ordered me.
"Ah...yes...mistress..." I obediently knelt on the ground, raised one leg, and my current position looked like a bitch urinating.
"Snap!...Snap! Snap!..." The mistress kept making me change poses for her photos. I didn't know why she was taking these nude photos of me. I had already taken the photos I was supposed to show her when I applied to be a slave, but I was just a slave, and I had to obey whatever she asked me to do.
The mistress took more than a hundred photos before stopping.
"Alright... Now you sign your name on every photo as 'A submissive slave and bitch who kneels at her master's feet for life—the master's livestock, bitch Togawa Koya'!..." The mistress said, throwing a thick stack of photos at me. Since she was using an instant camera this time, the photos came out immediately.
"Yes... Mistress..." As the mistress instructed, I signed the bottom of each photograph. Since each photograph required writing over twenty words, it took me more than an hour to finish signing them all.
Each photograph was exceptionally beautiful, showing my red labia and my equally flushed cheeks. And that vagina? The thick vibrating dildo inserted.
"Hey... alright... sign your name in the blank spaces on this paper!..." The mistress said, handing me a piece of paper.
"Yes... Mistress..." I took the paper and signed my name at the top and bottom: Mistress's livestock—Bitch Togawa Koya.
Then I looked at the contents of the paper, which read:
Slave Contract
Master: Matsuyama Tokuki
Slave: Master's Livestock—Bitch Togawa Koya (My Signature)
Slave bitch Koya, at the age of 16, voluntarily becomes Master Matsuyama Tokuki's slave and livestock, willing to be Master Matsuyama Tokuki's obedient bitch, faithfully kneeling and lying at Master Matsuyama Tokuki's feet.
Slave bitch Koya willingly offers her body to Master Matsuyama Tokuki, for Master Matsuyama Tokuki to use and play with as he pleases. Ownership of slave bitch Koya belongs to Master Matsuyama Tokuki. Master Matsuyama Tokuki may play with bitch Koya at will and has the right to sell or give bitch Koya to anyone.
If the female dog Aya is sold or given away, the buyer or recipient immediately becomes Aya's new owner, possessing all the rights that the original owner, Tokuki Matsuyama, previously had over Aya.
Aya voluntarily relinquishes control of her body to Tokuki Matsuyama, who can freely control her bodily desires; Aya no longer has the right to control her own bodily desires.
Since the female dog Aya is the slave and livestock of Master Matsuyama Tokuki, all of Aya's property and belongings belong to Master Matsuyama Tokuki. From the day Aya became a slave, she must unconditionally offer all her property and belongings to Master Matsuyama Tokuki for his free disposal and use.
From the day Aya became a slave, the ownership of Aya's mother also belongs to Master Matsuyama Tokuki, who has the right to treat Aya's mother as his slave and livestock. If the female dog Aya has sisters, all of them belong to Master Matsuyama Tokuki. Master Matsuyama Tokuki also has the right to make any of Aya's sisters his slaves and livestock.
The slave female dog Aya voluntarily swears to serve Master Matsuyama Tokuki as his slave and livestock for life, to faithfully serve him, to accept any manipulation he may inflict upon her, and to obey any of his commands.
Once Aya becomes a slave, she becomes Master Matsuyama Tokuki's livestock, no longer possessing the rights of a human being, nor able to demand that Master Matsuyama Tokuki treat her as a human being. Aya voluntarily acknowledges this.
From the date this contract is signed, the female dog Aya is Master Matsuyama Tokuki's slave and livestock for life.
Master's Signature: Matsuyama Tokuki
Slave's Signature: Master's Livestock—Bitch Togawa Koya
"Mistress...this slave...this bitch has finished signing!..." After signing, I handed the paper back to the mistress.
"Alright...now it's time to put the ring on your finger!..." The mistress took out a ring and put it on my hand. The ring was conspicuous, engraved with a image of a slave kneeling on the ground. The ring was tight, and it took a lot of effort to put it on. Once on, it was difficult to take off; this was the mark of my enslavement.
'When will I be whipped?' I couldn't help but yearn for it.
"Now kneel here and wait!...someone will take you to the bathroom in a moment!..." A mistress said as she walked out.
"Ah...yes...mistress..." I didn't know why she was taking me to the bathroom, but I didn't dare ask. I remained kneeling, too afraid to move.
After a long while, a woman came in, took the chain from my neck, and made me crawl behind her.
"Ugh...ugh..." The moment I moved, I felt the heavy weight pressing on my uterus. The spiny ball, constantly pricking me, felt like needles piercing my uterus, causing my labia to tremble uncontrollably. The vibrators were also incredibly uncomfortable, but I endured it without daring to groan loudly.
"You bitch, I'm taking you to the bathroom now. You'll work there during the day and only return to your room at night!" the woman said, leading me away.
"Yes...yes...Mistress..." And so, I crawled away, led by the woman. I truly felt like a bitch.
The bathroom was right next door.
When I reached the bathroom door, I saw a slave tied to the toilet. She knelt there, motionless, appearing very submissive.
Hearing the mistress enter, she raised her head and immediately kowtowed.
"Slave... Yingying... kowtowing to the mistress!..." I heard a familiar voice.
"Yingying!... You really are a slave too!..." Although I had already guessed, I was still shocked to see Yingying kneeling naked beside the toilet.
“Hmm… Xiaoling…” Yingying answered softly, without saying anything more.
“Hmm… Yingying… It seems you like the name your master gave you, ‘Ainong’!…” the mistress said with a smile.
“…Yes… Mistress… this slave Yingying… is also called Ainong… this slave likes… likes Ainong…” Yingying’s voice grew softer and softer, her eyes filled with tears of humiliation.
“Haha… you two are really good slaves!… Bitch… sign your name on this paper!…” the mistress said as she handed me another piece of paper.
“Yes… Mistress…” I signed my name without even looking at it: Slave Livestock—Bitch Togawa Xiaoling
“Good… Bitch… Ainong will tell you what this paper is for later!…” the mistress took back the paper I had signed, but threw me a copy.
"Ainong, tell Xiaoling what this bitch should do! I'll come back and take you away in a bit. Your taming is over!" After saying that, the mistress left. Before leaving, she also fastened the chain around my neck to the iron ring next to the toilet.
"Yes... Mistress... Ainong... Thank you, Mistress!..." Yingying seemed very excited because she could serve her mistress soon.
"Yingying... You... You're really a slave too?..." I asked curiously.
"Yes...yes...Xiaoling...I...I thought of you as soon as I was tamed...so...so I brought you here too...I originally wanted to trick you into coming...but I didn't expect...you...you actually told me first that you wanted to be a slave!...I'm...I'm sorry...Xiaoling..." Yingying said shyly, her face flushed red, as if being tied to the toilet with me made her feel very uncomfortable. Yingying was originally an introverted little girl.
"No...Yingying...actually...actually I should thank you...this...this was originally my wish...we can serve the master together...isn't that great!...actually...actually when you brought me here I thought you were a slave too!...but I wasn't sure...how did you...come here?" I asked Yingying.
"I...I was tricked into this...but...but...I already like...like being a slave...I...I like being whipped...I like being...tied up..." It seems Yingying is quite satisfied with her current slave status; she has been tamed.
"Yingying...Master gave you the name 'Ai Nong'...isn't that right?...Master gave me...my name is 'Bitch'...Does it sound nice?...Yingying...we must...make Master do it well...make Master do it so we can have the most fun...okay?..." I said sincerely.
"Okay...okay, Xiaoling...you're so beautiful...and you have such a good figure...Master will definitely...definitely like doing it to you...but...but..."
"But what?"
"But...you can't...can't steal Master's pee from me!...I...I like...like drinking pee now!..." Yingying blushed.
"...No... Yingying...aren't you just as beautiful?...Master will enjoy playing with you...and...and who drinks Master's pee is decided by Master!..." I chuckled shyly.
"Yes!...Right...Xiaoling...let's get down to business...otherwise...otherwise I'll be taken away to serve Master in a bit..." Yingying was clearly full of pride.
"Hmm...Yingying...I'm tied up here?...What am I supposed to do?..."
"Xiaoling...your daily task is...to clean for the mistresses...this is the mistresses' bathroom...if the mistress needs to urinate...you...you have to kneel down between the mistress's legs...and drink all of the mistress's pee...and then...and lick the mistress's pee-pee clean..."
"What about poop?" I asked.
“If it’s poop…the mistress…usually…usually she’ll poop in the toilet?…You just…after the mistress finishes pooping, lick her anus clean…that’s all…but you can’t spit it out…you must…you must swallow the poop you licked into your mouth!…Sometimes…sometimes the mistress will…poop directly into our mouths?…In that case you have to eat it…and then…quickly rinse your mouth…and lick the mistress’s…anus clean!…” Yingying spoke calmly, it seemed she was already used to swallowing poop.
“Eat…eat poop!…Really eat the mistress’s poop?…” Although I had shouted that I wanted to eat poop when I was in unbearable pain, I never thought about actually eating poop.
“Yes…yes…Aya…you’ll get used to it…when a mistress leaves, you must rinse your mouth immediately…so that…so that when the next mistress comes, you can use a clean mouth and tongue to clean her!…Normally…you must lick the bathroom clean with your tongue…if you don’t lick it clean…you…you will be punished!…”
“Ah?…with your tongue!…”
“Hmm…and also…that piece of paper the mistress gave you…you must memorize it…you will recite it to the mistress later…on it…it’s practically all the things I want…I want to say to the mistress!…I…I’m going to say these things to the mistress!…” Yingying’s eyes actually welled up with tears.
“Ah?…I remember…Yingying…thank you…” I was very grateful to Yingying; she had shown me the path of how to be a slave.
“Yingying…I…I need to pee…but I…my urethra is blocked like yours…How…how do you usually pee?” I sobbed shyly.
“That won’t do!…You can only…you can only hold it in…until tomorrow morning…We slaves don’t…don’t have the right to control our own bodies…All of a slave’s desires must be controlled by the master…”
“But…but I really can’t hold it in anymore…” I said anxiously.
“You have to hold it in even if you can’t…that’s the master’s right…We are only allowed to urinate and defecate every morning…and then we clean our urethra, anus, and vagina with a brush…waiting for the master to use us…Actually, I couldn’t hold it in anymore…Waaah…I’ve already…drunk so much urine today!…Waaah…Waaah!…” Yingying started crying as she said this, it seemed she must be suffering a lot from holding it in every day.
“Yingying…don’t cry…I…I won’t pee anymore…We’re slaves after all…But…why can the mistresses…Aren’t they the master’s slaves too?” I started to comfort Yingying.
“Waaah…The mistresses are the same…It’s just that their designated times are different for each of them…I heard…I heard that the master does this so that the slaves can be better tamed during training…And…And the mistresses can have two times a day…one to defecate…and one to urinate…”
“Ah…Yingying…I understand…Then…then in the master’s bathroom? Are there slaves serving there too?” I asked curiously.
“Hmm…yes…I heard that in Master’s bathroom, there are always two slaves tied up there?…But…Master rarely uses them…Master always has slaves serving him…If Master wants to urinate…a slave will definitely crawl over and drink it immediately…I really envy them…but thankfully…soon I can drink Master’s urine too!…” Yingying showed a proud expression.
“Then what about Master at night…night?…” Even I was surprised at my own curiosity.
Fortunately, Yingying didn’t bother me. She swallowed and continued, “At night, of course there will be slaves tied up by Master’s bed…Master can just urinate into that slave’s mouth, right!…” Yingying spoke in a low voice, as if afraid that others would hear.
"Ah...so that's how it is...it's so alluring...being a slave must be so blissful..." I dreamt of the wonderful days I would have as a slave.
"Yes...what else can we women do besides being slaves?...We're born to be slaves...to be played with...actually...actually, being a docile...tamed bitch at your master's feet...is...not so bad..." Yingying sighed softly.
"Really...I can't imagine what else we can do besides being slaves...but...why are slaves divided into ranks?" I asked, echoing Yingying's sigh.
"Someone has to tame us!...Actually, mistresses are often played with by their masters too...Do you want to be a mistress someday?" Yingying countered.
"No!...I just like...like being played with..." I answered decisively. It seems I was born with a masochistic streak.
"I...me too..." Yingying whispered.
"Yingying...you're so good...you can serve your master soon...but...but when can I serve my master with you?...I really want to..."
"Xiaoling...don't worry...just wait until the new slave arrives..."
At this moment, the mistress walked in. She unlocked the chain that had tied Yingying to the toilet.
"You're being teased!...Have you told the bitch Xiaoling everything you're supposed to do?...You should go..."
"Yes...yes...this slave...thanks to the mistress for being...for being tamed..." Yingying seemed very grateful to the mistress.
"Ha...bitch Xiaoling...crawl over here and open your mouth...take my genitals in your mouth...now it's your turn to do these things..." the mistress ordered me with a smile.
"Yes... Mistress..." I obediently crawled over, opened my mouth, and took the mistress's genitals into my mouth. I looked up at the mistress blankly, unsure of what to do next.
Suddenly, a stream of foul-smelling urine shot into my mouth. I immediately understood what I had to do; I had to drink it.
I swallowed hard.
"Gulp... ugh... ugh... ugh... cough cough..." The mistress finally finished urinating, and I obediently licked her urethra clean with my tongue, then knelt on the ground, a wave of unbearable nausea rising in my chest.
"Thank you, Mistress... for... ugh... for your slave Xiaoling to drink!..." I was so ashamed I almost wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground. Drinking the mistress's urine in front of my best friend Yingying—what an humiliation!
“Bitch!... Haha!... Is it good?…” The mistress was deliberately trying to humiliate me.
“Yes… it’s good… Mistress…” I lowered my head, my face as red as a ripe apple.
“Haha!… So you like to drink it?!…”
“Yes… Mistress… slave… Aya likes… likes to drink Mistress’s urine…” My face was almost touching the ground.
“Haha!… Good!… I will urinate for you to drink often in the future!… Haha!…” The mistress laughed.
“Yes… yes… Mistress… slave… bitch Aya likes… to drink… Aya also wants… to eat… eat Mistress’s poop in the future!…” My voice was so low that only I could hear it. Under extreme humiliation, my clitoris began to swell and itch, and I involuntarily began to rub my clitoris hard with my hand.
"Slap!..." A loud slap landed on my face.
"Ah?... Mistress... What did I, Xiaoling, do wrong?..." I was stunned.
"Bitch!... Who told you to touch your own clitoris!... You already know!... You have no right to touch your own body!... They belong to the master... Without the master's order... how dare you touch your own clitoris!..." The mistress scolded angrily.
"Ah?!..."
"Remember... bitch!... Your body belongs to the master... Without orders... you have no right to touch any part of your body!... Especially your genitals... breasts and mouth... Do you understand?!" The mistress yelled.
"Yes... yes... Mistress... Xiaoling, the bitch, was wrong... but... but... this bitch is so itchy!..." I was ashamed beyond words.
"Hmph...bear with it...remember this...you have no right to touch any part of your body!...You belong to your master!...Hmph!...The slave still wants pleasure...no matter how uncomfortable the slave is...you must endure it!...Hmph!...Only the master has the right to enjoy them!...Do you understand...bitch!..."
"Yes...Mistress...slave...bitch understands..." I finally understood. The slave's body, mind, and desires all belong to the master. If...if the slave could touch their own body at will, then what would the slave become? Everything about the slave belongs to the master; only the master has the right to control the slave's body at will. Indeed, the master is right.
Then, Yingying was led out.
Then I saw my piece of paper on the ground, so I calmed myself down and began to recite the contents of the paper.

03 Obedience and Service
It was already dark.
“Bitch… now I’ll take you to dinner… after you’ve been whipped… you can rest…” a mistress said as she walked in.
“Yes… mistress… is this slave, Xiaoling, really… ready to be whipped?” Hearing that I would be whipped soon, I felt my body start to get excited again.
I kept crawling on my knees behind the mistress. She would occasionally tug at the chain around my neck, making my neck hurt, but I didn’t dare to make a sound.
After a while, we arrived at the door of a room.
The mistress also knelt down, crawling on the ground like a dog, just like me. She released my chain and crawled into the room on her knees. I followed behind her on my knees.
I cautiously peeked up.
"Ah?..." Sitting in front of a large table laden with dishes, wasn't that the master I would be serving in the future?
"Master!?" I whispered in my heart.
"Master... this slave kowtows to Master..." The mistress crawled to Master's legs, kowtowed three times, and said softly.
Master didn't speak or even glance at her. A slave was kneeling at Master's feet, her mouth holding Master's penis. And Master was enjoying the delicious food on the table.
The mistress, of course, wisely crawled to the side, found a dish, and began to eat.
I, like the mistress, also quietly crawled to Master's feet and kowtowed to him.
"Master... this... this submissive slave... this bitch Xiaoling kowtows to Master!..." I said carefully in a soft voice.
Of course, my master wouldn't pay me any attention either. But I knew that a slave had to kowtow to their master; only in this way could they show that the master was superior and the slave was inferior. A slave belonged to their master and was willingly driven and manipulated by them.
I crawled to the side and found a meal.
The slaves' dinners were all the same. In the room with dozens of slaves, dinner consisted of a few pieces of bread and a bowl of milk. Only the master's dinner was specially prepared. Moreover, the slaves had to kneel and crawl on the ground to eat, because slaves were always required to remain kneeling, especially in front of their masters; even the mistresses had no right to stand up.
Slices of bread were carelessly thrown on the ground; the slaves couldn't pick them up with their hands, but could only gnaw on them. Of course, the milk wasn't to be drunk casually either; they had to lick it clean bit by bit, like dogs. Every crumb of bread on the ground and every drop of milk in the bowl had to be licked clean, leaving nothing behind. The slaves were merely obedient dogs at their masters' feet, and therefore, like dogs, they had to kneel and eat what was thrown on the ground.
Today I was lucky because my feeding spot wasn't far from my master, so I was fortunate enough to receive a leftover bone from her. It seemed my master was in a good mood today.
I struggled to lick the breadcrumbs off the floor, and by the time I finally finished licking the bowl of milk like a dog, my master had already left.
"Bitch…you should go to sleep…" the mistress said.
"Yes…mistress…" I crawled on my knees behind her and was led to my room.
The room was large, the walls covered with items used by slaves during torture, but I didn't know what most of them were for.
There was a bathroom on the other side of the room. Strangely, the door was made of transparent glass, and it was large enough that anyone outside could clearly see what was inside. It seems that slaves can never have privacy. In fact, as a slave, one cannot possess any rights at all.
There were two beds in the room. On one of them, a girl was chained in a strange position, her body covered in bloody welts from whipping.
"Yingying!..." I was both surprised and delighted; this girl was Yingying.
"Hmm..." Yingying's reply was indistinct; it seemed something was stuffed into her mouth.
I crawled closer, finally seeing clearly what was in her mouth—a shackle ball. The shackle ball was large, completely filling Yingying's mouth, with two leather straps connecting it to the sides, passing through the corners of her mouth and locking behind her head. Yingying let out a soft "woof," her head resting on the bed, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.
Two iron rings were now prominently displayed on Yingying's labia, one of them bearing the same metal tag as the mistress's.
The blood from where the rings pierced her labia was still wet, indicating they had been placed just today. A large lock pierced the rings, effectively locking Yingying's vagina. The lock was heavy, stretching her labia considerably; I imagined the pain it must have caused.
"Yingying!...Master...Master put iron rings on you?..." I asked in surprise.
"Mmm..." drool dripped from Yingying's mouth again. But her eyes glistened with tears of joy. She knelt on the bed, her hands locked behind her back, the metal rings on her nose and labia locked together, forcing her head between her legs, her mouth barely touching her vulva. This forced, bent-over position seemed to cause her great discomfort.
"Bitch, get on the bed, stick your ass up, you're going to get whipped!" the mistress yelled, grabbing my ear.
"Ah...yes...Mistress..." I quickly knelt on the bed, forcefully spreading my legs, sticking my ass up, pressing my face against the bed, and using my hands to spread my anus as wide as possible.
This was a typical position for a slave waiting to be used by her master.
The master stipulated that the slave must maintain this posture at all times to show that the slave was available for the master's use at any time.
"...Mistress...this slave...bitch Xiaoling is...ready...please whip...whip Xiaoling's buttocks..." The whipping had to start from the buttocks, and I felt my voice trembling.
"Hehe...you stinking slave!...bitch!...I'm going to whip you hard!..." At this moment, the mistress seemed to have forgotten that she was also just a slave kneeling at her master's feet.
"Yes...Mistress...please whip Xiaoling hard!...Xiaoling is a slave..." I answered humbly, kneeling on the bed, not daring to move.
"Crack!...Crack!..." The crisp sound of the whip echoed in the room, and bright red welts appeared on my fair and delicate buttocks.
"Ah!...Waaah...It hurts so much...This bitch is in so much pain..." I cried out in agony, momentarily forgetting how much I had longed to be whipped.
"Ah!...I can't take it anymore...Ah...Waaah...Spare me, mistress...Ah...How much longer will it take to stop!...Ah...Waaah..." I felt I couldn't take it any longer; the intense pain made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. I cried out loudly, fantasizing that my mistress would spare this poor bitch.
But my mistress continued to whip me relentlessly and ordered me to start counting.
“Bitch!...Count!...When a slave is being hit and played with, she must count...so that the master always knows how many times she has been hit or played with!” the mistress said as she hit me.
“Waaah...Yes...Mistress...Waaah…”
“Slap!...Slap!…”
“Waaah…Waaah…'One'…Waaah…Ah…'Two'…Waaah…” I began to count in rhythm with the mistress’s whipping of my buttocks. The intense pain made me cry and tremble all over, but I seemed to experience a trace of pleasure from this pain, a kind of pleasure of being humiliated. My buttocks were being whipped while I had to stick them out and count the number of times I had been whipped. For a slave, what a great happiness this humiliation must be!
About half an hour later, the mistress stopped whipping my buttocks.
"You filthy bitch!... Turn around and stick out your breasts!..." she said, roughly grabbing my ear and forcing me to turn around.
I obediently stuck out my chest, making my breasts protrude forward; after the humiliation, my nipples were erect.
"Crack!... Crack!..." The thick leather whip began to fall mercilessly on my breasts.
"Ah!... 'One'... Waaah... 'Two'... Ahh... 'Three'... Waaah... 'Four'..." Amidst my cries and screams, I tried my best to keep my counting loud and clear. My breasts quickly swelled up, covered with red welts.
“…Crack!…Crack!…”
“…Ah…'Forty-five'…Ah…'Forty-six'…” My nipples weren’t spared either; several lashes struck that spot, causing me to scream even more violently.
“Alright…You can stop now…Haha…Bitch…Next, I’ll whip your genitals…Spread your labia open!…” After my breasts had received a hundred lashes, the mistress stopped and said to me.
“Ah?!…” I simply couldn’t believe my ears. My labia were going to be whipped too? That was the most tender part of a woman’s body! Especially since my labia had just been torn.
“Crack!…” Seeing me standing there stunned, the mistress struck my mouth hard with the handle of the whip.
"Ah!...Yes...Mistress...this slave...this bitch will...do it right away..." My mouth was slapped until it bled, and I dared not hesitate any longer. I immediately spread my legs wide, grabbed my labia with my hands and pried them open, revealing the most tender flesh of my vulva. At this moment, I saw Yingying, who was kneeling on the opposite bed wearing shackles, casting a pitying glance at me.
"Mistress...this bitch...I'm...spread...it's...please...please, Mistress...whip...this bitch's labia hard!..." I thrust my genitals into the most convenient spot for the Mistress to strike, humbly begging her to whip my labia.
This time, the Mistress picked up a whip made of steel, with an oval rubber ball the size of an egg at the end. Seeing the steel whip, I trembled with fear, and at the same time, I felt my bright red labia throbbing.
"Snap!..." The rubber ball struck my labia hard, and a sharp pain immediately spread throughout my body.
"Ah!... 'I...'..." I screamed in pain, tears of humiliation welling up in my eyes.
"...Snap!... Snap!..." The mistress didn't soften her grip because of my screams; the steel whip lashed out again and again, the rubber ball repeatedly slamming heavily against my labia and the tenderest, reddish flesh inside.
“…Ah!…'Two'…Ah…'Three'…It hurts!…'Four'…Ah! Ah!…Ugh…” Although I screamed incessantly as I was being whipped, I still tried my best to spread my labia and thrust my genitals forward so that the mistress could easily whip the most tender part of my labia, the area that was the most painful and uncomfortable for a slave to be whipped.
I tried my best to make my counting loud and clear when my labia were being whipped, but because it hurt so much, my counting was interspersed with screams from time to time. A slave should be made to make it as convenient and comfortable as possible for the mistress to whip, while the slave suffers the most pain and discomfort. I obediently did what a slave should do when being whipped.
“Hmm…That’s enough…” After my labia had been whipped a hundred times, the mistress stopped, panting.
"Ah...uh...bitch...Aya...thank you...mistress...uh...whipping Aya's labia...uh..." I cried and kowtowed to the mistress in gratitude.
"Hmm, bitch, you did well...you will become a good slave...alright...now you should go to sleep..." The mistress actually praised me a few times, which made me feel that the pain I was suffering had suddenly disappeared. I was so excited that I kowtowed to the mistress three more times.
"Uh...thank you for the praise, mistress...uh...uh...uh...uh..." At this moment, a hard ball of restraint was forcefully shoved into my mouth, and I couldn't speak anymore. A large, hard ball was stuffed into my mouth, pressing against my tongue, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Now, all I could do was make "mmm" sounds like Yingying.
The mistress tightened the two leather straps connecting the ball to my mouth, fastening them tightly behind my head. Then, she chained my hands together behind my back.
"Bitch...bend your body forcefully!..." the mistress said, pulling on the chain around my neck.
"...Yes...mistress..." I obediently knelt and bent over until my head was exposed to my genitals like Yingying's.
The woman first chained my hands behind my back, then untied the chain from my neck and connected it to my nose clip. She then threaded the chain through my genitals until it was deeply embedded in my vaginal opening, causing me excruciating pain and making me moan.
She pulled hard on the chain until it was as tight as it could go, then locked the other end to the hand loops behind my back. This forced me into a kneeling, bent-over position.
The chain dug deeply into my groin, causing the rubber rods to press against the bottom of my vaginal openings, resulting in unbearable pain. I couldn't move at all, because even the slightest movement of my head caused unbearable pain in my genitals from the tight constriction, and my nostrils felt like they were being torn apart.
Next, another chain passed through my dog collar, locking my head tightly to the iron ring on the bed, so my head was pressed firmly against the bed surface, unable to move an inch.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Despite being forced into this humiliating position, I still shed tears of pleasure, because I felt myself becoming more and more like a true slave.
"All done!..." The mistress breathed a sigh of relief, her fingers groping my genitals. I didn't know what the mistress was going to do, so I dared not move.
"Buzz!..." I suddenly felt the rod inserted into my anus vibrate intensely. The painful and itchy sensation was indescribable. My hands involuntarily tried to scratch my genitals, but they were firmly locked there and couldn't move at all. My struggles only made the chain dig deeper into my vagina, offering no other help.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." I shook my head desperately, making indistinct "ugh" sounds, my eyes brimming with tears. I pleaded with the mistress to stop the vibrating rod in my anus, but she seemed not to see me and turned to leave.
"Ugh...ugh..." I groaned in agony, my buttocks swaying from side to side, as if countless tiny insects were biting my anus.
"Ugh..." I continued to moan and cry, the vibrator in my anus still vibrating incessantly, the unbearable pain making me feel like I was about to faint. I desperately wished that vibrator would stop for a moment, even just a little while!
I knelt on the bed, legs spread apart, buttocks raised high, head locked to the bed, trying to sleep with my body bent over. But the intense torment and pain made it impossible for me to fall asleep, especially the vibrator in my anus was causing me so much discomfort! I moaned and cried all night, finally falling asleep just before dawn.
At daybreak, a woman came in and twisted my ear, waking me with a start from the pain.
"Bitch... wake up..." the mistress said, untying the chains that had kept me bent over all night from my wrists, then releasing my hands as well.
When she removed the ball gag from my mouth and turned off the vibrator in my anus, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I secretly glanced at the clock on the wall; it was only five in the morning.
"Slave... bitch... Xiaoling kowtows to mistress!... Thank... thank you mistress..." After I knelt down and kowtowed to the mistress, I noticed that Yingying was already kneeling on the floor.
“Bitch… I’ll teach you what to do next… Also… slaves can’t eat lunch… slaves can only eat two meals a day!… So from now on you have to learn to endure hunger!…” The mistress finished speaking and went out again.
“Xiao Ling… you must have had a hard time last night, right?… You have to keep going…” Yingying smiled at me, kneeling there motionless, her head on the ground, looking like a very docile slave.
“Yingying… ugh… it hurts so much!… ugh…” Thinking of the pain last night, I couldn’t help but cry again.
“Xiao Ling… it’s okay… don’t cry… isn’t it supposed to be painful for us slaves?… When you serve your master like I do… you won’t have to endure the torment of the vibrator at night… then your vibrator will be controlled by your master…” Yingying comforted me very carefully.
"Really?... Yingying..." The thought of serving my master made me happy again, and I slowly stopped crying.
"Of course... Xiaoling... I drank my master's urine yesterday!... My master even praised me!..." Yingying said proudly, becoming particularly excited when talking about her master.
"Tell me... Yingying... what did your master praise you for?..." I asked happily.
"Master... Master praised my face for being especially tender... said that my... my face feels especially good to hit... heh..." Yingying couldn't help but laugh as she said this.
"You're so good... Yingying... I saw that your master even put iron rings on you!..." I said to Yingying enviously.
“Master told me to put them on myself… It hurt a lot when I did it… because I had to drill holes in my labia!… But… but I’m so happy!… I’m going to have several more metal rings put on in the future!…” Yingying said with particular pride.
“I… when will I be able to put on metal rings?!…” I sighed, head down, feeling my face start to burn again.
“So… Xiaoling, you have to do your best!…” Yingying encouraged me.
“Yingying… I will try my best…” I smiled, completely forgetting the torment I suffered last night.
“Alright… Xiaoling… let’s get started… we have to lick the floor clean with our tongues first!…” Yingying said as she lay down and started licking the floor.
I imitated Yingying, sticking out my tongue and licking the floor little by little. The floor wasn't very dirty, but my tongue quickly became covered in grime, making my mouth feel extremely uncomfortable. However, like Yingying, I swallowed the grime and continued licking the floor little by little. After all, it was my master's order, which meant I had begun to serve her, and I felt quite happy.
We licked for over an hour before finally cleaning the last section of floor. Yingying and I exchanged a glance and laughed.
"Oh dear!...Finally finished licking!...Now we should clean ourselves!...The slave must finish cleaning herself before six o'clock!..." Yingying said, crawling into the bathroom first, and I followed behind her.
On the bathroom wall was a large sheet of paper with the words "Sex Slave Rules" written on it. Because it was in such a conspicuous place, it was the first thing you'd see upon entering.
"Aya…you must remember the contents of the Sex Slave Rules…so you won't make a mistake…understand?…"
"Ah…okay…" I carefully read through the contents, trying to memorize them.
Sex Slave Rules
01: Before becoming a slave, the slave must be a virgin, with a intact hymen preserved for the master inside her vagina.
02: The sex slave must be naked, on all fours with legs spread, using both hands to pry open her anus in a kneeling, prone position, and crawl like a dog when moving.
03. Sex slaves must kowtow to their masters, kneeling and prostrating themselves on the ground, touching their heads three times with a loud thud. Lower-ranking slaves must also kowtow to higher-ranking slaves (mistresses), but only once.
04. Sex slaves must permanently wear dog collars, wrist collars, and ankle collars. The collars must be connected to chains for the master to lead the slave.
05. Unless specifically ordered by the master, sex slaves may not look at the master's upper body. Even when they must raise their heads, they must keep their eyelids lowered and their eyes on the ground.
06. Sex slaves must not have pubic or armpit hair; all pubic and armpit hair must be permanently removed.
07. Sex slaves must obey all commands given by their masters and may not disobey.
8. When in front of the master, the sex slave cannot speak casually, but her mouth must remain open, not closed, signifying that the slave's mouth is at the master's disposal.
9. Without the master's command, the sex slave cannot touch any part of her body, especially her breasts and genitals, because the sex slave's body belongs to her master.
10. When being struck or played with by the master, the sex slave must not cover herself with her hands or make any other posture that prevents the master from striking or playing with her smoothly, and must try her best to highlight those areas so that the master can strike or play with them more easily.
11. When abused, a sex slave may cry out in pain, but if the master orders the sex slave to remain silent, no matter how much pain they feel, the sex slave must keep their mouth shut and not make any sound.
12. A sex slave must keep their room clean, licking the floor clean with their tongue every morning.
13. When a sex slave leaves the house on the master's orders, their genitals must be locked or they must wear a chastity belt.
14. When a sex slave is not with their master, and sees another master wearing insignia, regardless of the situation, they must immediately kneel and kowtow, begging that master to play with them.
15. A sex slave must maintain a clean and tidy body every day so that their master can play with them at any time.
16. Sex slaves must slap their own faces and breasts every day to make them rosy; the number of times they slap is determined by their master.
"Yingying, what should we do now?" I asked Yingying after reading the sex slave rules.
"Xiaoling, first we need to pull out the three vibrators from your lower body...lick the sticky fluid off them and swallow it, then quickly go to the toilet. You...you're holding it in, aren't you?" Yingying said, forcefully pulling the vibrator inserted into her anus out.
"Ah...yes...yes...but...and then what?" I asked nervously; after a night, I couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Then...then you have to inject cleaning agent into your anus, urethra, and vagina...then...then clean them thoroughly with a stiff-bristled brush...then insert the three vibrators back in...after showering and brushing your teeth, that's it..." Yingying's body trembled slightly as she spoke, and a blush rose to her face, as if she was terrified of doing these things.
"Is it over after doing all this?...Ah..." I asked as I started pulling the vibrator out of my anus, which hurt a lot, but I still wanted to pull it out quickly. These vibrators were constantly making my genitals both sore and itchy, and yesterday it had been vibrating and tormenting me all night.
“Ah… no… after cleaning our bodies, we have to… slap ourselves a hundred times… and then slap our breasts a hundred times… so that… we can offer our masters the most beautiful cheeks and breasts every day… really… Xiaoling… every time I slap myself, I… I feel that my face and breasts are extremely beautiful!… Ah… um…” At this moment, Yingying had already pulled the vibrator out of her anus, but she cried out in pain.
“Ah?… I know, Yingying… ah… um… Yingying… I… I can’t pull it out!… um um…” I said shyly, tears streaming down my face.
“Ah… Xiaoling… I can’t help you with this… Master’s rules… slaves must… pull and insert it themselves!… Don’t be afraid of your anus hurting… try pulling it out hard!…” Yingying said helplessly.
"But Yingying... I... I can't hold it in anymore..." I did as Yingying said, grabbing the small head of the vibrator with both hands and pulling it out with all my might.
"Ah!...Ugh..." I cried out in pain, clutching my anus tightly with both hands, but I immediately let go. According to my master's orders, slaves are not allowed to touch their own bodies; I remember that very clearly now. The vibrator was finally pulled out.
"Ugh...Yingying...Thank you!..." I glanced at Yingying gratefully. Without Yingying, I really don't know how I could be a good slave.
"Alright...Xiaoling...hurry up and lick the vibrator clean..." Yingying said as she picked up her own and started licking.
The vibrator in my anus was covered in feces; the foul stench almost made me vomit. I turned to look at Yingying and found her licking it with relish. So I had no choice but to suppress my nausea and stick out my tongue, licking the feces off the vibrator bit by bit into my mouth.
"Gulp... ugh..." Waves of nausea washed over me, but I forced myself to swallow the feces little by little. As I gradually got used to the smell of feces, I actually found that I started to like the taste of feces. It seems that I have a masochistic streak; I just like eating feces.
I quickly licked the feces-covered vibrator clean, and at this time Yingying was already licking the vibrator on the inside of her vagina.
"Xiaoling... do you think your own poop... tastes good?" Yingying asked me with a smile.
“So…delicious!…But Yingying…eating your own poop is so…so embarrassing!…” I lowered my head in embarrassment, feeling my clitoris begin to harden.
“What’s there to be ashamed of…Xiaoling…we’re slaves!…Slaves are supposed to eat poop!…” Yingying laughed again.
“Well…that’s true…ah!…um…” I said, grabbing the vibrator from my vagina and pulling it out forcefully. The vibrator in my vagina was easier to pull out, but it still hurt so much that I screamed and tears of pain streamed down my face.
The vibrator in my vagina was covered in a lot of white mucus, emitting a foul odor. But I had to eat all of this mucus, so I licked a little and tried to swallow it, finding that this mucus was much more unpalatable than poop. I licked very slowly because the taste of the sticky fluid was so unpleasant to swallow. Fortunately, I managed to swallow it little by little, thinking of cleaning it for my master so she could use it properly. But the thought of having to lick this rubber rod clean every day was unbearable.
I licked and swallowed slowly, trying to savor the taste of the fluid inside the orifices. It was difficult, but I knew I had to get used to the taste because it was something I had to do every day.
It took me a long time to lick the rubber rod clean.
I looked up at Yingying and found that she had already licked the vibrator in her urethra clean, and was now kneeling on the toilet to relieve herself!
“Yingying…you’re so fast!…” I said, starting to pull out the vibrator from my urethra.
“Sigh…I…I’m used to it…” Yingying knelt down and gave an embarrassed laugh. A “splish-splish” sound came from inside her as she was rapidly urinating; she seemed to have been holding it in for a while.
“Ah!…Ah…Ah!…Ugh…” The vibrator was really tight inside my urethra, and I screamed several times in pain before finally managing to pull it out.
Although the vibrator had a fishy smell, it wasn’t as difficult to swallow as I had imagined, perhaps because I had already drunk a lot of my master’s and mistress’s urine, and I had also licked my own urine. I licked it very carefully, until every drop of urine was gone. Yingying had finished relieving herself by then.
I quickly crawled onto the toilet.
"Pfft!...Pfft!...Ah!..." After holding it in for a whole day and night, the feeling of relief was indescribable. Indeed, the way the master controlled the slave's urination was wonderful. If I hadn't held it in for so long, I would never have imagined that urination could be such a comfortable thing. I even felt that I should have held it in for even longer, so that it might have felt even more comfortable.
Yingying was looking at me and laughing.
"Oh dear Yingying...don't look...I'm so embarrassed!..." I hurriedly covered my genitals haphazardly with my hands, after all, it was the first time someone had watched me urinate, and it was quite embarrassing.
"Ha!...What's there for a slave to be ashamed of!... Xiaoling, have you forgotten you're just a slave?..." Yingying's laughter grew louder.
I tried my best to empty the urine and feces from my urethra and anus; these places needed to be ready for the master's use at any time, so they had to be cleaned thoroughly. I crawled into the large bathtub with Yingying on my knees. There were many brushes of different thicknesses and bottles filled with detergent around the edge of the tub.
“Xiaoling…like this, squeeze the cleaning agent into your vagina, urethra, and anus…and then…and hold it in for half an hour…before you flush it out on the toilet…” Yingying demonstrated as she spoke, picking up a bottle of cleaning agent, sticking her buttocks out forcefully, and forcefully inserting the bottle opening into her anus, then squeezing the entire bottle of cleaning agent in. Then she picked up another bottle of cleaning agent and squeezed it into her urethra and vagina, squeezing less into the urethra and vagina.
“Wow!…So much!” I asked in surprise.
“Yes!…Actually, this is also called an enema…This way…we can clean the dirt inside our bodies…to offer our clean bodies to our master…to let our master play with us!…” Yingying’s words were somewhat intermittent, it seemed she was starting to feel uncomfortable.
“Ah…right!…” I also picked up a bottle of detergent, pried open my anus with one hand, inserted the bottle opening into my anus, and squeezed the entire bottle of detergent in. The detergent was cool, making my anus contract for a moment, which actually felt quite comfortable.
Next, I squeezed half a bottle of detergent into my urethra and vagina, and then, like Yingying, I crawled out of the bathtub on my knees and lay prone on the floor waiting.
"Gurgle...gurgle..." I felt my stomach churning, and I couldn't hold back the urge to defecate. I turned to look at Yingying and saw her kneeling, head on the ground, tightly gripping the metal ring on her labia with both hands, her brows furrowed and her lips bitten, enduring the discomfort.
I could only grit my teeth and endure it as well, forcefully contracting my anus, urethra, and vaginal opening. Time was passing too slowly; my anus was constantly being impacted, making it almost unbearable. I had no choice but to insert my fingers into my anus, trying to block it and prevent the contents from spraying out.
Just then, I saw Yingying quickly kneel and crawl onto the toilet.
"Sizzle!..." Streams of liquid gushed out from Yingying's body.
"Ah!...Ugh..." The sounds of excretion made me unable to hold back any longer, and I could no longer stop the gushing within me. Cleaning agent mixed with yellow feces gushed out like a fountain, and I cried out.
From the very beginning of my taming, I knew that slaves had to lick up their own excrement on the ground, so I turned around, crying out, and stuck out my tongue to lick the feces off the ground bit by bit. The smell of cleaning agent mixed with feces was extremely unpleasant, making me nauseous, but what could I do when I was so stupid as to spray it on the ground? I could only reluctantly stick out my tongue and slowly lick it, trying my best to swallow it.
After I finally licked all the feces off the floor, Yingying had already finished cleaning herself and crawled out of the bathroom on her knees. Then I heard a series of "smack!...smack!..." sounds coming from the bedroom, along with Yingying's loud counting, which made me even more anxious. Yingying had already started slapping herself, while I hadn't even cleaned my genitals with a brush yet!
I hurriedly crawled into the bathtub, resting my head on the edge and sticking my buttocks out. I prepared to clean my vagina first. I knew that a slave must offer the cleanest and most hygienic passage to their master, and the more uncomfortable the slave was during cleaning, the more satisfied the master would be. Of course, the most uncomfortable choice for a slave when cleaning their passage was to use a large brush, which would also make cleaning the most thorough. So I took the largest stiff-bristled brush, a big, thick wooden stick covered in stiff bristles.
Actually, I knew that even a large brush was too big for me; my vaginal opening is relatively narrow, as my master had mentioned during the examination. So, although my vaginal opening, urethra, and anus were constantly being penetrated by the vibrator, they were very elastic and hadn't been stretched much.
After preparing, I aimed the brush at my vaginal opening and thrust it in forcefully.
"Ah!...Ugh..." I cried out in pain, sobbing. But because the brush was so large, even with all my strength, I couldn't get it in. I became increasingly anxious, continuing to thrust the brush forcefully into my vagina while crying.
"Ah!...Ah!..." I cried out in pain, tearing my labia majora and minora, but I still couldn't get it in. The brush was far too big for my small opening.
"Ugh...I...I have to get it in!...Ugh...Ugh...Come on!...Ugh..." I cried and muttered to myself, trying to encourage myself. I would do anything for my master.
After trying more than ten times, the brush head actually went in a little, tearing my opening again. But then I suddenly thought of a good idea.
I braced the other end of the brush against the bottom of the bathtub and then slammed down with all my might.
"Thud!" A tearing sound came from my opening.
"Ah!...Waaah..." I screamed in pain, involuntarily covering my vulva. I felt my labia trembling uncontrollably. But what excited me most was that I could clearly feel the brush deeply inserted into my vulva.
Although my vulva was aching and itchy from the brush, feeling like it was about to split open, I still felt it was all worth it, because I had finally inserted this huge brush into my vulva.
"Ah!...Ah...Ugh..." I grabbed the brush handle protruding from my body and started thrusting it forcefully. Every time the brush moved in my vulva, I cried out in pain. I had to thrust a little and then stop, which relieved the pain and itching in my lower body a little. After a while, foam appeared in my vagina; this was the effect of the cleaning agent.
"Ah!...Ugh...Ah...Ugh..." I kept rubbing the brush back and forth while pumping, which brought me even more pain, but it cleaned the inside of my vagina more thoroughly, making it easier for my master to use. Although I couldn't see my master yet, a slave must always demand this of himself.
It took me a long time to clean my vagina, and then I rinsed it three times with clean water until I felt very satisfied. Only then did I laboriously pull out the brush and start cleaning my anus.
I used the same large brush to clean my anus. First, I squeezed the detergent into my anus, then I tried to push the coarse brush into it. But this time it was more difficult because my anus was narrower than my vagina.
"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Using the same method I used to push the brush into my vagina, I aimed the brush head at my anus and sat down hard. But after trembling all over from the pain in my anus, I realized that the large brush hadn't gone in at all, which made me very frustrated.
"Ugh... Waaah... I can only... I can only use a smaller one!... Waaah..." I cried in frustration, reluctantly switching to a slightly smaller brush. I aimed the brush at my anus again, and this time I used all my strength to sit down hard. My efforts were not in vain. As I grabbed the thick brush, covered my genitals, and collapsed in the bathtub, screaming and groaning, I was surprised to find that the thick brush had actually gone in a little bit, but at the same time, my anus was also torn.
"Ah!...Waaaa...Waaaa..." I screamed and groaned, repeatedly imagining how convenient it would be for my master to use my anus after it was cleaned. I endured the pain and continued to sit down, the brush slowly pushing into my anus until it was completely inside.
After it was fully inserted, I began to move the brush in and out to clean my anus. It took a lot of effort to move the brush, and each time I reinserted it, I had to use the same method, sitting down with all my might to push the brush back into place.
I cried out in pain, "Master!...Master!..." Only in this way, only with the belief that I had cleaned my orifice so that my master could use and play with me better, could I continue. The stiff bristles pricked the inner wall of my anus, causing traces of blood to seep out, but I didn't care. I believed my master was right; only with such stiff bristles could my orifice be cleaned better, so that it could be better used and played with by my master.
I had cleaned my anus so thoroughly that my master would surely insert a stick into it and stir it from side to side. Perhaps my master would even pinch my anus shut with his hand, I thought.
After enduring all the pain and torment, I finally finished cleaning my anus. Now only my urethra remained uncleaned.
After squeezing the cleaning agent into my urethra, I chose a medium-sized brush, but it was still too large for my narrow urethra.
I used the same method as before, because only this way could I successfully insert the brush into my orifice. I aimed the brush at my urethral opening, pried it open with my hands, and then sat down hard. With a painful scream, the brush went in halfway, but my urethra, like my anus, was torn.
I felt proud because I knew my work of cleaning my orifice was almost complete. I would offer my clean orifice to my master, awaiting his use. Whether or not my master would use it, a slave's orifice must be clean, ready to be used by his master at any time.
"Ah... Ahh... Master... Ugh..." I forcefully pumped the brush inserted into my urethra back and forth, trying to increase the speed of the pumping, which made the tear at the opening of my urethra even more severe. With my constant, rapid left and right movements, I let out uncontrollable groans and repeatedly called out to my master. When I finally finished cleaning, I couldn't help but cover my genitals and groan loudly. I felt my genitals trembling violently.
Next, I had to reinsert the vibrator into my genitals.
Seeing those several large vibrators terrified me, but as a slave, I had no other choice. All I could do was obey my master's orders, no matter what harm those orders would cause me.
I first picked up the vibrator from my vagina, knelt on the ground, and tried to insert it into my vagina several times, but it wouldn't go in. I had no choice but to use the same method as before: I placed the vibrator against the entrance of my vagina, forcefully spread my labia majora and minora, and then sat down hard.
"Ah!...Plop!..." The vibrator went in as I wished, and I immediately felt that intense pain and itching sensation from within my body that tormented me constantly. This made me cover my genitals and frantically dig and scratch at my anus and urethra.
I tried to slip a finger from my other hand into the gap between the vibrator and my vagina, but it was no use. There wasn't a gap at all; my frantic scratching only tore my labia majora and minora.
"Ah... I shouldn't have touched my labia!... Waaah... I'm such a stupid slave!..." I muttered to myself, crying in distress, but I knew I really shouldn't touch my labia; it was my master's order.
"Slap!... Slap!... Ah... Ahhh..." I knew I had made a mistake, so I slapped myself hard several times.
After slapping myself, I picked up another vibrator—the one that was inserted into my anus.
Using the same method as before, I pressed the pointed end of the vibrator against my anus, then pried open my anus with my hands and sat down forcefully. This time, the vibrator only went in a little bit because my anus was even narrower.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!..." After screaming and groaning for a while, I sat down several more times before finally inserting the vibrator covered in spikes. After the vibrator was inserted, my discomfort became even more intense. I kept twisting my buttocks due to the numbness, itching, and pain inside my anus.
'If only Master could use a thick wooden stick to poke my genitals for pleasure today. Although it would cause me unbearable pain, at least it would relieve the numbness and itching inside my body,' I fantasized.
But how my master plays with me is his business; how could a slave control that? How could I even imagine how my master would play with me? That would be utterly disrespectful. For this, I slapped myself hard across the face several times for such disrespectful thoughts.
I stopped my wild thoughts and picked up the last vibrator, the one I was about to insert into my urethra.
I licked it a few times before aiming the tip at my urethra, then forcefully pried it open to allow the spike to penetrate slightly. Finally, I sat down hard, pushing the vibrator into my urethra.
"Ah!... It hurts so much!..." I screamed. The tear in my urethra widened, and the relentless pain and itching made me slam my head against the ground. I involuntarily gripped my labia majora tightly with both hands and twisted them hard, hoping to alleviate the pain, because I could no longer reach inside my vagina to relieve the agony.
"Ahhh... Ahh!..." But the master doesn't allow his slave to touch his own body! I made another mistake! Gritting my teeth, I vigorously stirred the vibrator inside my urethra a few times. This time, I couldn't hold back my screams any longer. I had to bite down hard on my nipples, resulting in one of them becoming red and swollen. But anyway, the vibrator was finally reinserted, and I was excited.
Next, I carefully cleaned myself and crawled out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth.
By then, Yingying had already slapped herself on the face and breasts, kneeling motionless on the floor, her anus spread open in a position waiting for her master. It was
time for me to slap myself and my breasts too. I knelt forward, extending my face—the posture a slave must assume when striking their own cheek.
"Smack!..." My hand struck my face hard, and with the crisp sound of my hand hitting my face, I counted: "One," involuntarily groaning in pain.
To make my face appear even more rosy and adorable to my master, I used all my strength when I slapped myself next. The crisp sound of my palms hitting my cheeks and my loud counting were harmonious and rhythmic.
"Slap!...Slap!...'Four'...'Five'...Waaah..." I cried out in pain as I finished slapping myself. Fine blood had seeped from my cheeks, making them appear fuller and more vibrant.
Next, I would slap my breasts.
I knelt on the ground and thrust my breasts forward. My breasts were delicate and full, and they would feel painful when hit, so they were perfect for receiving blows.
"Smack!... Hmm... 'One'..." When my palm struck my slightly trembling breast, I groaned from the burning and pain, making my counting less clear.
But I gritted my teeth and continued to hit my breast with all my might. My breast swayed from side to side with each hit, accompanied by a slight tremor.
After a hundred hits, my breast swelled up, with fine red streaks appearing, a vibrant red that made my breasts look fuller and more vividly lovely. Combined with my swollen nipples, they looked even more perfect.
Just as I finished hitting my face and breasts, the landlady pushed in the food cart containing breakfast for me and Yingying.
"Hey... bitch... come here... it's time to feed you breakfast!" the mistress called out.
Yingying and I quickly crawled to her, waiting to be fed.
The food was a loaf of bread, a bowl of milk, and a bone that the mistress had left over.
"Hey... bitch... lick the milk clean first!..." the mistress said as she placed the two bowls of milk on the ground.
"Yes... mistress!..." Yingying and I crawled to the milk bowls like dogs, licking the milk little by little with our tongues. It took us a long time to lick the milk and the bowls clean.
Next, the mistress fed me like she would a dog. She would tear the bread into small pieces, then toss one piece into the air. Yingying and I had to immediately crawl on our knees to where the piece had been thrown, tilt our heads back like dogs, open our mouths, and catch the falling piece before eating it.
Because the mistress deliberately threw the pieces far away from Yingying and me, even though we were used to crawling and crawled very fast, we still couldn't catch the bread pieces. At that point, we had to immediately pick up the bread with our mouths, swallow it, and lick the bread crumbs off the floor.
Next, Yingying or I would have to spread our legs as wide as possible, stick our buttocks up high, put our heads on the floor, and strain our labia outwards. We would then use our hands to forcefully pry our labia open, because the mistress was going to kick my labia hard as punishment for not receiving food.
Because it was my first time, I didn't know these rules, so when my labia were hit hard by the first kick, I wasn't prepared. This caused me to fall to the floor with a loud "Ah!" The sharp pain made my labia tremble uncontrollably.
This kick caused the vibrator inside my vagina to slam violently against the inner walls. I immediately covered my genitals and twisted my labia majora hard with my hands, kneeling on the ground groaning loudly and shaking my genitals. But I immediately let go, raised my buttocks again, and spread my legs wide, exposing my labia, waiting for the mistress to kick my genitals next. I said, "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, please continue to punish me!"
But the mistress didn't kick my genitals next; instead, she kicked my mouth hard. This was because my mouth wasn't receiving food, so it had to be kicked.
This kick caused my mouth to swell up again, but I dared not speak, only sticking my mouth out to make it easier for the mistress to kick it.
However, the mistress only said that while my labia were being kicked, in addition to maintaining the previous posture, I should also use my hands to spread my labia so that she could kick the most tender, reddish flesh inside my labia.
After saying this, the mistress didn't kick me again, but simply picked up a piece of bread. Yingying and I replied, "Yes, thank you, Mistress, for your instruction and punishment!" Then we raised our heads again, ready to crawl on our knees to catch the breadcrumbs that Mistress was about to throw.
Because Mistress threw it far, I missed it again. But this time, I immediately raised my buttocks high and forcefully spread my labia with my hands, trying to expose the pink flesh of my vulva, waiting for Mistress's foot to kick the most tender part of my body, saying, "This slave deserves to die, please punish me!" But Mistress's foot kicked my mouth first, making me groan and sway. But I still maintained the position of spreading my labia, because I knew that Mistress's next kick would definitely be to my labia.
Sure enough, the mistress's next kick landed hard on my labia. Although I was prepared, I was still kicked so hard that I fell to my knees on the floor, desperately covering my labia with my hands, kneeling there and groaning loudly.
I don't know how many kicks I received after that, because I couldn't catch them each time, and each time I was kicked so hard that I fell to the floor. This made my already swollen labia look even more swollen, but the color appeared even more vibrant.
Later, I had to admit that the mistress was right. Even when I received bread slices, my labia should still be kicked. It was precisely because of the constant kicking that my labia and lips appeared even more vibrant and lovely. Although my lips and labia were burning with pain, they looked even better in the mistress's eyes. For this, I want to thank the mistress; it was because of my tireless kicking that my lips and labia looked so lovely. Therefore, after each kick, I would express my gratitude to the mistress. Of course, this was something a slave had to do.
After Yingying and I finally finished eating all the bread slices, the mistress threw the leftover bone on the ground and ordered us to crawl on our knees to retrieve it. But as we crawled towards the bone, the mistress kicked it far away. We had no choice but to crawl after it, and every time we were about to touch it, the mistress would kick it away again and order us to retrieve it.
Finally, when I managed to reach the bone, the mistress kicked me in the mouth, sending it flying. I groaned from the kick, and the mistress laughed.
Sometimes, without even asking why, the mistress would order Yingying and me to stick our buttocks out and spread our labia, then kick our pink flesh inside several times. As slaves, Yingying and I could only obey orders and couldn't ask why. So every time I received an order, I would obediently spread my labia and wait for the mistress to kick my genitals. Later, I gradually understood that the mistress was taming me so that I could make the correct and easier position for her to kick when she kicked me.
Only after the mistress had played with me enough would she lift the chain around my neck and say, "Bitch, I'm going to take you to the bathroom now. You need to continue your cleaning work!"
"Yes... Mistress..." I obediently replied, crawling on my knees behind the mistress.
"Mistress... Mistress!... What about me?... What am I supposed to do?..." Yingying had just started serving her mistress and didn't know what to do next.
"You just kneel here and wait. If the rod in your urethra starts to vibrate, that means the mistress wants you to serve her! Another mistress will take you to dinner!" After the mistress finished speaking, she led me outside. By then, it was already broad daylight.
I could faintly hear Yingying's voice behind me: "Yes... Mistress..."
I was tied to the toilet in the bathroom again.
I started doing that simple but humiliating job again. I drank the mistress's urine in large gulps, and then carefully licked the urine residue left on her labia when she urinated. If the mistress defecated, I licked the feces off her anus. After one mistress left, I had to rinse my mouth immediately so that I could use a clean mouth and tongue to clean the mistress's labia and anus when the next mistress arrived.
I did this job very well, although at first I felt a little disgusted by swallowing the mistresses' urine and feces. But I quickly got used to it because the mistresses would shoot their urine directly into my mouth when they urinated, and I could only swallow quickly, because if I spilled even a drop, I would be severely punished by the mistress.
As I kept swallowing large amounts of urine and feces, I gradually got used to the smell. However, I drank too much urine, and since I wasn't allowed to defecate, my bladder became increasingly uncomfortable, but none of the mistresses granted my pleas. I had no choice but to endure it.
And so began the slow, day-to-day process of taming myself into slavery.
Through constant abuse and ravaging, I grew increasingly proud of my enslaved status, and at the same time, I became increasingly submissive.
I gradually became accustomed to being enslaved and driven, and genuinely happy to be a slave, thus willingly accepting my master's use and deciding to remain his slave for life.
(The End)

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