[Wuxia] The Unconventional Life of a Woman in Jinling (Complete) - 5

Chapter 26 Contract

"Little slave, given your performance these past few days, I've decided to temporarily take you in as my prospective slave. Not officially, though, as there are still some things about you that don't satisfy me. I need to test you further to see if you're up to par and can truly become my long-term household slave. However, from now on, you can call me Master. I will also begin training you to see how malleable you are and whether I can turn you into a slave who satisfies me. Tell me, are you willing? Are you willing to serve me for life and be my slave?"

After the weekend, Boss Luo said to me.

"Of course I'm willing! Master, I'm willing! This is my dream!" I said, trembling with fear. Although I was still a temporary worker, it seemed like the job had become permanent, and I was still very happy. "I'm willing to give you everything, to be your slave, to serve you for life."

"Lu Kai, this isn't a game. I don't have time to play games with you, nor do I want to. What I want is a true slave who can serve me wholeheartedly. If you want to be my slave, you have to be serious. Everything you have will be mine, including your body, your mind, even your life. You will no longer have parents, sisters, relatives, or friends. I want you to sever all ties with the past. Whatever I tell you to do, you must do. You belong only to me. Can you do that?"

"Of course I can, I swear."

"Can you follow me like this for life, and never betray me?"

"Yes, I swear. I will never betray you. Please believe me."

"Why are you torturing yourself like this, such a promising young man?"

I suddenly thought of my unfortunate childhood, a wave of grievance washing over me, and my eyes reddened. "In the past, I didn't know what I was living for, but now I understand. I want to pursue my own life. You are my life. You gave me love, and I love you. For you, I can give up everything, I can even die for you..." My head was spinning, and I felt an unprecedented, intense masochistic urge stirring deep within me.

"I don't know how servile you are. These vows are useless now. I need you to prove to me with your actions that you can be a good servant, that you can give me everything, and that you will follow me forever... As long as you are loyal to me, I will keep you. However, if I am not satisfied with you in the next few months, I will still drive you away at any time, understand?"

"Please rest assured, I will never disappoint you. I will definitely make you like me." I vaguely felt that I was indeed degrading myself. But I was also very excited, and an indescribable masochistic pleasure welled up inside me.

"If you can satisfy me, I'll give you a job, a long-term employment. You'll work for me in my company during the day, and be my slave the rest of the time."

"That's wonderful, this is what I've always dreamed of. I will definitely satisfy you, please rest assured."

For a moment, I heard a soft sigh. Luo Yuanchun said, "Actually, I like you very much too. I'm so glad we can be together like this, you know? Many people like me only because they like my appearance, my body. What they can give me isn't what I need. I only want you to truly love me, be loyal to me, pamper me, spoil me, obey me, and serve me well..."

"I will, Master, I promise. I know you will be the best master, you will love me... Will you love me?" I was a little unsure if Luo Yuanchun would love me, even if it was like loving livestock, a pet.

“You must understand that I will not love you the way I love my lover or my husband. But I will care for you and cherish you, like a master cherishes his servant.”

“I know you will truly care for me and cherish me. As your servant, I only ask for your permission to serve you; that's all I ask,” I murmured, blushing, “I just want to serve you.”

“I know,” Yuan Chun said, holding my hand tightly. "You are my first slave, don't let me down, okay?"

"Please rest assured, I will absolutely not let you down. I worship you from the bottom of my heart. You are the sun in my life, my everything… Let's break through the old customs and ignite our lives with sadomasochism…"

"Alright!" Yuan Chun interrupted my vow. "Go draft a contract for me, write down everything you think should be included, understand?"

Without a word, I hurriedly found a pen and paper, spent the whole night using everything I had learned online, wrote and printed a formal "Slave Contract," signed and sealed it in the slave section, then knelt before President Luo, respectfully presenting the contract to her with both hands, hoping that President Luo would suddenly be pleased and accept me as her official slave. I was truly afraid that things might change, and she might change her mind.

Ms. Luo smiled and accepted the contract. She looked at the neatly printed paper, which read:

"Contract:

Lu Kai, a native of Hefei, Anhui, voluntarily relinquishes his freedom and basic rights, willingly becoming Luo Yuanchun's slave. He agrees to obey Luo Yuanchun's will in all aspects without reservation, serving Luo Yuanchun as his supreme master. As a slave, Lu Kai must absolutely obey any order or decree of his master at any time, in any place, and under any circumstances. As a slave, he agrees that once this contract is signed, his body, mind, and soul will belong to his master, Luo Yuanchun, and everything he owns will belong to his master. As a slave, he must be forever loyal to his master, striving to satisfy Luo Yuanchun to the best of his ability. His existence is solely for the pleasure and comfort of his master; the master's interests are the purpose of his life. As a slave, he understands his obligations and responsibilities, not only voluntarily relinquishing all his legitimate rights and interests but also bearing all the consequences of being Luo Yuanchun's slave, and has no right to demand any reward from his master."

Lu Kai fully understood the contents of the slave contract and voluntarily gave everything to his master, acknowledging Luo Yuanchun's ownership and control over his body, mind, and intellect. He understood that he would be controlled, owned, trained, and even punished like a true slave. If the master was dissatisfied with his service, he could punish him in any way, including physical torture, and he would never complain.

As a slave, Lu Kai could not revoke the contract, but his master, Luo Yuanchun, could do so at any time.

As the master, Luo Yuanchun agreed to a six-month trial period for Lu Kai, after which, if satisfied, the master could decide to make Lu Kai a formal, long-term slave.

Slave's Signature:

Master's Signature:

April 2, 2000.

After reading this contract, Yuan Chun smiled, "Not bad, where did you learn this?" She thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "But I'm not satisfied yet. Keep revising it until I am."

I immediately took it to revise, and the next day, I presented the revised contract to President Luo:

Lu Kai, from Hefei, Anhui, voluntarily relinquishes all rights to be a "human being," willingly becoming Luo Yuan Chun's household slave, agreeing to obey Luo Yuan Chun's will in all aspects without reservation, and serving Luo Yuan Chun as the supreme master.

1. As a household slave, Lu Kai must forever respect and worship his master.

2. As a household slave, he must forever be loyal to his master, strictly adhering to the code of loyalty and obedience. Once this contract is signed, his body belongs to his master, Luo Yuan Chun, and all his possessions, past, present, and future, will belong to his master; he must regard himself as his master's private property, and all his happiness and satisfaction derive from obeying his master's will.

3. Slaves must absolutely obey any command or will of their master at any time, in any place, and under any conditions; the master's commands and will will be the standard for slave behavior.

4. As a household slave, he had no independent time or space. His existence was solely for his master's sake, as a pet or tool. He had to do everything in his power to please his master, Luo Yuanchun. His existence was solely for his master's pleasure and comfort; his master's interests were the purpose of his life. For his master's pleasure and comfort, the slave had to endure any pain. He had to be aware of his status at all times.

5. The slave not only had to do everything according to his master's orders but also had to be able to guess his master's preferences, striving to please and ease his master's worries.

6. He had to accept his master's training and make every effort to maintain sensitivity to pain and shame for humiliation. All of this was to keep the master interested in the slave and to give the master greater pleasure.

7. As a household slave, he understood his obligations and responsibilities. He voluntarily relinquished all his legal rights and bore all the consequences of being Luo Yuanchun's household slave, but had no right to demand any reward from his master.

8. As a household slave, he must always maintain physical integrity and good performance, and possess abundant energy. This is the slave's duty, so that the master can better enjoy the slave's body and thus bring the master greater pleasure.

9. A household slave has no right to control his own body. Without the master's permission, a household slave cannot satisfy his sexual needs in any way.

10. A household slave must answer the master's questions accurately and truthfully, without any concealment, and obediently accept any punishment from the master for his mistakes.

11. A household slave must cherish his body and integrity, maintain his health and optimism, and constantly strive to learn how to better serve the master, making the master happy and avoiding causing the master boredom or aversion.

12. Lu Kai fully understands the contents of this slave contract and agrees to give everything to his master, acknowledging that Luo Yuanchun owns and controls his body, mind, and intellect; he understands that he will be controlled, owned, trained, and punished like a true slave. If the master is dissatisfied with the slave's service, he may punish him in any way, including physical torture, and he shall never complain.

13. Lu Kai swears to voluntarily relinquish everything, abide by the above terms, forever follow his master Luo Yuanchun, faithfully fulfill his master's wishes, and wholeheartedly serve, attend to, and be filial to her; the happiness of his master Luo Yuanchun is the ultimate purpose of his life. 14. Confidentiality Clause: Under no circumstances shall this matter

be disclosed to any other party without the other party's consent.

15. As a slave, Lu Kai has no right to modify or terminate this slave contract, but his master Luo Yuanchun has the right to revoke this contract at any time. Luo Yuanchun agrees to a six-month trial period for Lu Kai; if satisfied, the master may renew the contract.

Slave's Signature:

I fully understand the contents of this contract and agree to accept Lu Kai as my household slave, agreeing to possess his body and property. To the best of my ability, I will care for him fully, provide him with the necessary safety and welfare of a household slave, and control, train, and punish him as I would a slave. I understand the responsibilities inherent in this arrangement, and I agree not to cause him permanent physical harm, nor allow him to do anything that violates current laws or may result in fines, arrest, or imprisonment. I understand that I may cancel this contract at any time, regardless of the circumstances.

Master's Signature:

April 4, 2000.

I felt my masochistic desires rising and burning, making my blood boil. But I was still worried that Mr. Luo would not be satisfied.

"This is well written. You should think carefully. Once we start, there will be no turning back."

"I know, Mr. Luo, I won't regret it."

"Make two more copies. I need to find a lawyer to witness them." Years of business life seemed to have instilled in Mr. Luo the habit of consulting a lawyer for everything.

I was a little nervous. If someone saw this, my face, my dignity, my honor…

“What, scared?” Mr. Luo seemed to see my worry.

“No… just worried that the people in the company will find out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll find someone I know outside, the people in the company won’t know.”

I knew there was no turning back. To be with Luo Yuanchun, I was going all out. I made two copies and added a witness section.

The next day, the master brought in a beautiful woman named Zhang Lindan. In her presence, I signed the master’s section and watched me sign the contract. Then I put the contract away, which was considered an agreement. Just like that, Luo Yuanchun accepted me. (Advertisement: Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so good you’ll faint. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

That day was April 4, 2000, a historic day in my life. That was the day I voluntarily gave up my freedom, and it was also a turning point in my life. From that day on, I became Luo Yuanchun's private property, and she became the master of my life.

A new chapter in my life began. I went from being a college student in the Computer Science Department of Hohai University to a slave to a middle-aged woman in Nanjing, and I was willing to do so, even eager for it.

Although I felt uncertain about the future, I was still grateful to her because she gave me a sense of reliance I had never felt before. I made up my mind to serve her well. I truly regarded her as my God, my goddess, my second parents, my life. I only begged to bury my face in her plump buttocks forever.

Chapter 027 Temporary Housekeeper

"Master, we can begin,"

"How should we begin?" I liked him calling me master. Looking at Lu Kai in front of me, I couldn't help but ask myself, "How should I 'use' him?" I thought of my cousin Qi Ying, who was far away in the United States.

He stood there, his broad shoulders obediently drooping, his long legs trembling slightly.

"How should I torture him?" I thought to myself, a smile creeping onto my lips. Gazing into his eyes, I slowly approached. I thought of Lindan; when her slave first knelt before her, she must have felt the same way I did now. And Yingchun.

Last summer, not long after Lu Kai joined the company, I discovered he had a crush on me. When a woman discovers she is loved, she always feels a sense of pride, but I harbored a different kind of desire—an uncontrollable curiosity and possessiveness—to possess him, to train him into my Fang Di, my Yan Chuan.

Now, I finally had my wish fulfilled.

The feeling of possessing a private slave made me feel elated, both excited and smug… But I knew this boy was new to this, his sadomasochistic tendencies weren't fully developed, and Lindan advised me to be careful.

Lu Kai was much more lovable than Fang Di and Yan Chuan; not only was he young, but he was also handsome. Those were truly youthful eyes, clear and filled with fear and uncertainty, his thick eyelashes fluttering nervously. He has mild myopia of 100 degrees and sometimes wears glasses. Since he came back to me, I haven't allowed him to wear glasses. The moment his gaze met mine, he quickly lowered his head, his knees buckled, and he slowly knelt before me. He was so young, about the same age as my son, Xiaojun. Yet he knelt at my feet, calling me master, so helplessly submitting to my will. I truly felt as if he were a sacrifice being placed on an altar. A warm surge of emotion welled up within me, and desire stirred within my veins.

I lifted his chin, and with my other hand, gently stroked his cheek and his hair. I moved very slowly, feeling the soft strands of hair slip through my fingers. His face flushed red; he dared not look at me, but his gaze lingered on my calves. I knew my calves were slender and long, gleaming alluringly in dark stockings. I also knew he longed to touch them. I saw his hand hesitate several times, finally hovering in mid-air, unsure of what to do.

Finally, he noticed some dust on my shoes. He mustered his courage, his hands trembling, and gently brushed it away. I knew he loved this—the sharp silhouette of the high heels, the texture of the black suede velvet, and my slender feet encased in stockings.

His hands lingered on my shoes, unwilling to leave. I could feel his trembling; he was desperately trying to control the urge to touch them. Slowly, slowly, he lowered his face, burying it deeply in the instep of my feet.

In an instant, it seemed as if everything had found peace, found its place. He could finally place and cherish everything he had—his youth, his pride, his self-esteem, his deepest, most wicked desires, his most beautiful, longest-lasting ideals—at my feet. He stopped trembling, only burying his head even lower. I picked up the whip I had prepared beforehand. I knew he must like the sight of me holding the whip. Deep down, he must have longed for me to whip him, because SM websites were full of such things. This was something I had vaguely sensed from him last summer before he returned to school.

Looking at him prostrate at my feet, enjoying this moment of tranquility, I gently pulled my foot away from his hands and cheeks, stepping onto his face. A handsome face immediately contorted; he looked at me with terrified eyes, as if horrified by this sudden brutality. And I smiled at him and said, "Baby, we can begin."

I felt a little out of control; I grabbed his head with both hands, pressing it tightly between my legs, the flames of passion already burning within me.

"Look at your crotch, you have a natural subservience!"

Lu Kai glanced furtively at his groin; it was already erect without him even realizing it.

I took a male chastity belt from the drawer. I had bought it in Hong Kong a few months ago. It was made of double-sided cowhide, and the waist and crotch were adjustable, allowing me to get the tightness I wanted at any time. A realistic flesh-colored anal plug was installed in the rear part of the crotch area; as long as the chastity belt was on, the anus would be subjected to extreme sexual stimulation. With every movement, every step, he would experience extraordinary "torture" for me; he would forever belong only to me.

"Put it on," I commanded.

He obediently did so, though somewhat clumsily.

I admired Lu Kai wearing the chastity belt, finding it quite amusing.

I raised the whip and lashed him more than 30 times, not too hard, not too soft.

He seemed very afraid of pain; his face showed great suffering, and in the end, he even shed tears. And I hadn't even used much force. "I'm going to rest now. You can serve me in bed tonight,"

I said, taking his hand and leading him straight into the bedroom.

Ever since I subjected Lu Kai to my first SM session, the desire to dominate and do as I pleased, hidden deep within me, surged like a tidal wave, becoming uncontrollable. My meager sense of shame and restraint as a mother was so fragile compared to this desire. Besides, I didn't feel I had done anything wrong to anyone. Life is about enjoying it while you can. All those rules and regulations are just nonsense spouted by bored people who lack the capacity to enjoy life—the shameless talk of feeling envious while others are eating grapes.

What is normal? What is abnormal? Is there even a definition? If they say you're normal, you're normal!! If they say you're abnormal, you're abnormal!!

My relationship with Lu Kai suddenly became much closer. I demanded he bathe every day. "I like my slaves to be clean and tidy for me."

"Yes, Master."

"You'll be responsible for washing all my clothes, and they must be spotless." I emphasized, staring at him, a little doubtful of his abilities. "You'll also be responsible for ironing all my clothes."

"All my clothes? I have to iron them?"

"Of course, with you as my servant, why would I do these chores?"

"Of course not, Master, I'm willing, but I'm afraid I won't iron them well."

"Then you'll have to learn. You will be my servant and steward, and you'll do all my housework. My house must always be spotless; you know I love cleanliness. I like to walk barefoot in my room, so you must ensure there's not a speck of dust on my floor. You'll do what I need and expect you to do, making my life as comfortable and pleasant as possible. Don't wait for me to tell you things; think of them proactively. Remember this quickly; it will please me. If I'm happy, you'll be rewarded. But if I'm unhappy, you'll suffer."

"I will remember, Master."

“I’ll be understanding at first. You’ve never been a slave before and need my training. To train you, I’ll get some more whips and tools.” I noticed his hard penis trembling at my words. I guessed what he was thinking, and my hand brushed against the front of his trousers. “Besides,” I whispered in his ear, “this,” I gently touched his burning heat through his jeans, “is mine. It belongs to me. From now on, you can only touch it when I allow it. Otherwise, whether you masturbate in your own room or in the bathroom, I will know. Trust me, I always will.”

“Yes, Master, I will remember.”

“Lie down. I want you to lick my ass.”

He immediately complied, frantically licking my ass. I knew he liked licking my ass.

He gently placed his lips on my anus, and his tongue began to rhythmically lick my anus, completing the most satisfying moment of his day serving me.

I let him continue going back to school because he would be graduating soon, and I couldn’t let him waste his studies, but he had to be available at my beck and call every weekend to serve me. I told him that I was also trying to "enslave" another man, and that he might soon have to share a master with another man.

I told Lu Kai that the man was my ex-boyfriend; we were once so in love that we even talked about marriage, but he dumped me, which broke my heart. Recently, he came back to me, and I began to implement my revenge plan against him. I was torturing and humiliating him. Since the man was studying abroad for the next few months, I could use this time to train Lu Kai.

For the next month, I made Lu Kai come to serve me every weekend. In my house, he wasn't allowed to wear clothes; he had to tidy up the room, cook, do laundry, wash dishes, and do everything else I asked him to do. I promised him that if I was satisfied, he could come to work for my company after graduating in July and could be my slave long-term.

Lu Kai started shuttling between Caochangmen and Guanghuamen. He even bought a monthly bus pass for this.

One Friday, it was raining and very cold, which was rare in Nanjing in late April. When I got home, Lu Kai was already there. He had a key to my apartment.

Lu Kai helped me change out of my coat, and I ordered him to lick my ankle boots.

My white ankle boots were wet from the rain, with some grains of sand on them. His tongue licked them, tracing the surface of my boots, and I watched him from above. The boot surface gradually became shiny from its dirtiness; he didn't dare spit out the small specks of dirt, keeping them all in his mouth, perhaps even swallowing some.

Seeing how obedient he was, I was satisfied. I commanded him, "Take off your shoes with your mouth, little slave. I think you can do it."

He obediently tried to take off my leather boots with his mouth. His clumsy movements made me laugh. He kept tilting his head this way and that, but he couldn't get them off with his mouth. If they were high heels, it would be much easier, but what can I do when I'm wearing ankle boots?

Nearly five minutes passed, and he still hadn't succeeded, not even taking off one of the garments. I frowned at him, my mind racing with thoughts of how a true queen should behave. Despite the cold weather, tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He seemed genuinely trying his best, but so what? I knew that to train him properly, I couldn't be lenient.

I grabbed his hair and slapped him hard across the face. "Idiot, you can't even do something this simple? Do you want to be my slave?"

He was stunned by the blow.

I didn't let up, continuing the slaps, each one harder than the last, yet so effortlessly. Good heavens, I'd never hit anyone like this before.

Seven or eight slaps later, I watched with satisfaction as his face turned red from the blows, his eyes tightly shut, letting me continue. My palms stung slightly, and I finally stopped, secretly resolving never to slap anyone with my hands again; it would hurt me too. Coldly, I commanded him, "I'll let you off this time since it's your first time. But if you mess up again next time, it won't be as easy as a few slaps. Use your claws."

Upon receiving my order, he repeatedly admitted his mistake, promising never to repeat it.

He used his hands to remove my boots, about to kiss my feet. I dodged, and instead, I pressed my foot against his face, slamming his cheek against the cold floor. "Hmph, you wretched servant, you can't even do this simple thing right, and you want to kiss my feet?"

I pressed my foot against his face, gradually increasing the pressure, watching his face contort as he endured the pain I inflicted. I felt immense pleasure. I pressed my foot completely over his mouth and nose, controlling his breathing. Watching his face turn red from holding his breath, I finally released him. Before he could even catch his breath, I blocked his mouth and nose again with my foot. Time and again, I repeated this game, watching him endure the pain, his eyes pleading silently…

Chapter 28: The Adjustment Begins

Since signing the "Contract" and becoming her temporary "house slave," I felt an indescribable peace and tranquility. Life suddenly seemed hopeful, a sense of belonging. It was a truly blissful feeling, like the feeling of a lonely older single man in a novel who finally gets married. Being

a slave to Boss Luo, serving such a dazzling woman, and suffering her abuse—it felt wonderful!

I think I'm probably born with a servile nature, perhaps destined to serve women and be their slave. My masochistic tendencies, which have gradually developed in recent years, have made me yearn to find a mature woman I can admire, who I can submit to, and who can give me the pleasure of being abused. Fortunately, I met Luo Yuanchun, such a stunning beauty from Nanjing, and she actually agreed to be my master. Boss

Luo is the most charming, the most captivating, and the most qualified woman to be my master that I've ever met. She was not only beautiful and charming, but also lived a carefree life. She was wealthy and highly successful in her career. She was exceptionally capable, strong-willed, decisive, and straightforward, leaving no room for ambiguity. She liked to grasp the big picture, was intelligent and resourceful, and although sometimes impulsive, she was capable of avoiding making serious mistakes due to momentary impulses. Independent and successful, she lived like a man, yet knew how to appropriately display her feminine charm.

I remember one evening on the second weekend after officially signing the contract to become her slave, I waited for her at the chairman's house. Master Yuanchun returned very late, reeking of alcohol.

"Master, you're back."

"Take off my shoes." Master Yuanchun sat on the sofa, legs crossed, her tone revealing a hint of drunkenness.

"Yes," I knelt at her feet, reaching out to remove her shoes.

"Did I tell you to use your hands?"

"Then…" I was somewhat confused.

"Use your mouth. Lie down."

I obediently lay down on the floor. Master Yuanchun inserted the heel of her high heel into my mouth.

"Bite it." Yuan Chun's voice was authoritative, as if giving a command, leaving me no room to disobey. I obeyed, biting down hard on the heel. Yuan Chun gently lifted her foot, and the shoe came off easily. I then removed her other shoe.

"Idiot, you need me to teach you something so simple? I should give you a good beating. Lick my shoes first!" I was about to speak when Yuan Chun stared at me fiercely, an invisible force forcing me to shut my mouth. I obediently licked Yuan Chun's shoes.

"Play some music, kneel in the living room and wait for me. I want to punish you tonight," she said before changing and taking a shower.

I followed her instructions, turning on the stereo in the living room and playing a song she had left on the player. Then I knelt properly in the center of the living room. I waited in a near-dizzying pleasure as Yuan Chun took a shower.

Suddenly, like a storm, the mistress appeared before me. She had removed her makeup, but the dark eyeshadow remained, making her appear even more aloof and cold. She wore black leather boots that reached her knees, and her tight short skirt revealed voluptuous curves that couldn't be contained. Her gleaming leather jacket reflected her intense desire to conquer! She was an unconventional storm, a storm within a storm! A raging tempest rushed towards me, but the master remained calm. She silently walked up to me, coldly looking down at me, raised her leg, and kicked me in the chest, grinding it between her legs. She then kicked me, coldly saying, "Turn over, lie face down." I rolled over on the floor. "Hands behind your back." I silently obeyed her command.

I lay on the floor, turning my head. She tied my wrists with a leather rope. Due to her position, I could only see her face. A seemingly calm face, but one that contained a storm of lust. A cold face. Her movements were somewhat slow, perhaps due to the alcohol.

I felt a chill, worried that she might lose her temper after drinking, and then I would be in serious trouble.

A powerful pull made my shoulder ache, and I was involuntarily pulled to my feet, a sharp pain shooting through my shoulder!

I let out a scream of agony. My master, with a gloved hand, pinched my face.

"Not as fun as you thought, is it?" I could only respond with a pained expression; I couldn't utter a single word except for groans. My master watched my contorted face with satisfaction, silently and cruelly enjoying the spectacle, accompanied by rousing music.

The pressure eased, and I landed with a thud, kneeling down, my hands still bound behind my back.

"Keep your head down." A concise and forceful command. My master's boots stepped on my lowered head.

"Does it hurt?" I couldn't detect any concern in his voice. "Yes," I answered truthfully.

"Regret?"

"No!"

"Very good! I'm telling you, I'm whipping you because I'm happy. In my world, only I, your master, deserve happiness. Whether you're in pain or pleasure is unimportant!"

"Yes, I understand."

She walked behind me, straddled my head, and sandwiched my head between her legs, her feet pressing down on my kneeling thighs. Although her weight was on her toes, the sharp heels of her boots still pierced my skin.

"Say it, what are you to me?"

"I am your slave." My body was contorted in pain, and my voice was unclear.

"Louder!"

"I am your slave!" I tried my best to raise my head, pressing the back of my head against my master's genitals, and shouted forcefully.

"Yes, you are my slave, trampled under my feet!" she said happily. "Do you know why, little slave?"

I shook my head with difficulty between her legs.

"Because I am the born master! I am your goddess, and you are the born slave. From the first moment I saw you last summer, I discovered your servility." I could hear the triumphant pride in her voice.

“Yes, you are my goddess! My master!” I felt excruciating pain as her heels trampled my body. She stepped off me, and my body trembled with pain and unknown terror.

She walked up to me, grabbed my hair, and lifted my face: “This is the beginning of your pain, repression, and humiliation.”

“Yes, thank you, Master!” This was something I learned online.

The master released the ropes binding my hands, and I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, my hands unable to move.

“Get up.”

I struggled to obey, trying to kneel properly.

The master raised her hands, striking a beautiful pose, and smiled, asking, “Am I beautiful?”

“Too, too beautiful…”

“Slap!” The raised hand swung down, slapping me hard across the face. Caught off guard, I was knocked to the ground. In that final moment, I noticed the master’s smile had turned cruel, cruel yet satisfied.

Lying on the floor, I saw the master with her hands outstretched, a radiant smile on her face. “I’m beautiful, aren’t I?”

“Yes, you are a beautiful goddess!” I said, getting up again and kneeling properly.

The second slap landed, and I gritted my teeth to withstand it. The slap landed heavily on my face, stars flashed before my eyes, and my ears rang. I realized my mistress was very strong.

Another slap, and I finally fell down again.

When I got up again, my slightly drunk mistress grabbed my hair and began slapping me repeatedly and rapidly, my face going numb.

When I regained my senses, my mistress was squatting in front of me, gently cupping my face in her hands. "Does it hurt?" This time, her voice was clearly full of concern. I whispered timidly, "It hurts!"

"Smack!" Another sudden slap sent me sprawling to the ground. My mistress stepped on my buttocks, grinding them forcefully. I turned to meet her gaze, immersing myself in her proud and satisfied look amidst the pain.

Just as I was about to faint, the sole of her boot turned into a gentle caress; but as I enjoyed her tenderness, her eyes sharpened, and she kicked down!

"Ugh!" I groaned, my master's gaze softening again, followed by the brutal stomping of her boots. Dvo?ák battled the storm in the music, my buttocks colliding violently with her boots.

Then, she brandished that terrible whip. She was clearly no novice; the whip moved with practiced ease.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

In one breath, she lashed me twenty times.

After whipping me, she led me, writhing in pain, into her bedroom and ordered me to make love to her.

I endured the pain, desperately trying to perform on the bed. Mr. Luo was wild that night; I think it must have been the alcohol.

It was a subtle understanding; I both revered her and, in the remaining confined space, wanted to display my humble talents to please her. It was clear she enjoyed being with me; she loved this feeling of being worshipped, just as I loved worshipping her. Sometimes she seemed very lively, not at all like a woman nearing 40. I couldn't imagine that this was the same woman who, just an hour ago, had made me so oppressed and tormented that I couldn't utter a single word.

The next day was Saturday. We went shopping together during the day and had seafood for lunch. Like a normal person, to outsiders, I seemed to be his follower. When night fell, the master's true nature reappeared. I knelt in the middle of the living room again, waiting for the master to take a bath.

This was a wonderful moment. I imagined what clothes the master would wear, how she would discipline me, and whether it would be as painful as last night.

The master's appearance made my heart pound again. The first thing that caught my eye was still the jet-black high-top leather boots, the simple and powerful all-black leather outfit, the leather vest, and the short leather shorts. She wore avant-garde sunglasses, cold and sharp. I knelt even more upright, lowered my head even further.

"Turn around and lie down!"

Now I was facing inwards. The master stepped forward, put one foot on my back, and was very imposing. I was immediately completely trampled under her feet.

There was a large mirror on one wall of the living room, and I could clearly see the master's every move on me. The mistress coldly put on her wrist-length gloves, the leather whip hanging at her waist looking particularly striking—about the same length as a pointer, but more refined and powerful.

In the mirror, I saw her remove the whip and lightly tap her palm. She swayed her large, white buttocks as she walked towards me.

"You've been waiting for this moment, haven't you?!"

"Yes, mistress!" I felt my heart trembling with excitement, but the coldness in her words also filled me with fear.

"Hmph! Lie down properly!!"

*Crack!* The whip lashed heavily across my buttocks, and although I was mentally prepared, I still let out a muffled groan.

"Don't make a sound!"

Another heavy lash. This time I endured it.

Although the pain was more intense than I had imagined, with each lash, I still tried my best to arch my buttocks to receive the mistress's punishment.

I saw my face slightly contorted with pain in the mirror, and I felt excited. I realized that my visits to SM websites over the past six months had greatly helped me endure her torment today. I could actually endure her whippings, and I even enjoyed the feeling of twisting myself for my master. My twisting made me seem more lowly, and made Mr. Luo seem more noble.

Tonight she didn't play any music, so the sound of the whip lashing my body was even more piercing.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"... Sadism flowed in the silent lashes and silent endurance.

My master's feet left my body, and she stood with her legs spread apart:

"Turn around."

I turned around, my buttocks facing the mirror. I saw my buttocks were red and swollen, with crisscrossing whip marks! A beautiful work of art, with blood seeping from the red and swollen wounds, making the work even more vivid and eye-catching!

My master sat on my back, stroking my buttocks with her gloved hands, and said with satisfaction: "Hmm, I like a man's colorful buttocks!"

"Ah, thank you, master!" My master's caress made the blood vessels disperse.

She pinched a deep welt and squeezed out some blood. "But I feel it's not strong enough, what do you say?!"

"Yes! But please, Master, don't hit me anymore, I can't take it anymore!"

"Haha!" She laughed loudly as she stood up, straddling me between her legs, and brandished the whip, saying, "You have to endure it whether you like it or not, because you're my slave. This is the price of being a slave, savor the taste of my whip!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the whip came down.

The master was very excited; her whipping motion was large, and the whip struck my buttocks with a loud thud, and my body and the whip both shuddered. With each lash, I had to grit my teeth to hold back a cry. I endured it, absolutely not wanting to give up now. To remain her slave, I had to bear this unbearable pain.

But it hurt so much. I started to dodge.

"Don't dodge," she commanded.

But I couldn't control my body; I instinctively dodged when the next lash came.

To alleviate the pain, I tried to associate the whipping pain with sexual pleasure. The intense pain, filled with the master's absolute dominance and desire to control, slowly pushed me to an exciting climax.

Seeing myself being abused by my master in the mirror was wonderful. Even though the whips were striking my own body, it felt as if I were detached, watching my master mercilessly beat me. My master stood tall, brandishing the whip with imposing power; I silently endured, covered in wounds. My master's delicate body writhed, full of dynamism; I trembled and twisted, writhing in agony!

In the mirror, my master's lips were tightly pressed together, her gaze both satisfied and stern!

My master excitedly let out "humphs" and "hahs," and I involuntarily cried out, "Master! Master!...I can't take it anymore..." I couldn't even tell if I was begging for mercy or pleading for even harsher whipping! But my master clearly interpreted it as a plea. The living room was filled with surging desire, the mirror reflecting a chaotic scene...

"Ah..." I finally couldn't bear it any longer, collapsing to the ground, panting heavily.

"Don't move, I haven't whipped you enough yet...! You must learn to obey, learn to endure, understand?" My master, with the triumphant smile, continued her pursuit!

I clung to my master's boots, licking them desperately, as if only this could alleviate the pain.

"Get away, lie down!" But my master kicked me away harshly.

I struggled to my feet and assumed the masochistic position again.

"Look at me!!" My master coldly commanded, stepping on my back.

When my eyes met hers, the whipping continued.

The physical pain helped me understand the domineering and conquering look in my master's eyes; perhaps only utter cruelty could bring her a complete sense of conquest and pleasure. And I, only through utter masochism, could I truly understand my master's solemnity and nobility. Tears streamed down my face—tears of pain, humiliation, and gratitude. "Ugh! Master, spare me! Master!" A cruel smile appeared on my master's lips…

The whipping paused. My master touched my wounds with her fingers, licking them, saying, "Hmm, tastes good, I like it." I looked at her, speechless.

"Crack!" Another vicious lash.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, I collapsed, but then got up and lay down between her legs.

“Alright,” she finally smiled, and I felt overjoyed and incredibly honored!

“Do you like the pain I inflict on you?”

“Yes! I do.” Tears blurred my vision, but my answer was firm and clear.

“You can masturbate,” my mistress commanded.

I curled up, rolling on the floor, masturbating.

My mistress pinned me down on my back, giggling as she watched me humiliatingly masturbate at her feet. She teased my swollen, throbbing penis with the tip of her whip, and I felt a dizzying rush of excitement. We watched together as semen gushed out, the whip, boots, and all my wounds covered in a thick, white liquid. The air was thick with the scent of sadism and humiliation… On

Sunday afternoon, my mistress sat on the rattan sofa on the balcony outside the living room, reading a magazine, her feet casually dangling on the small table in front of her. A pure white tight-fitting vest, a pure white gauze shirt, pure white soft trousers, and pure white high-heeled sandals, very, very high heels, straight and sharp.

At this moment, my mistress was quiet and elegant, engrossed in her reading, and so was I. She read the magazine, and I watched her. I knelt with my hands on the table, gently licking her toes, enveloped in a feeling of intimate bliss.

Mr. Luo had prepared a dog collar for me.

I lay between the sofa and the coffee table, gazing up at my mistress's long, beautiful legs, gently rolling and whimpering like a happy little dog. The feeling at this moment was wonderful and subtle. My mistress was right above me, a feeling of intimacy; yet at the same time, she was high above, unreachable, a feeling of distance. I admired her beauty from both closeness and distance.

My mistress took the leash, pulling me to my knees, and clamped my face between her legs. I took a deep breath of joy, vigorously shaking my head, involuntarily making "mmm" sounds of pleasure.

"Little naughty dog!" My mistress chuckled, patting my head, but not taking it to heart, instead clamping her legs even tighter.

This bliss lasted for several minutes. My mistress put the book down on the table. "Alright, help me up, I need to use the toilet."

"Mistress…" I hesitated.

"What? What do you want to say?"

"…I thought, am I not your best toilet?" I don't know where the courage came from, but I shamefully pointed to my mouth.

"You?" My mistress smiled in surprise. "It seems you really admire me, voluntarily becoming my toilet without any training."

"I'm willing to be your toilet, although…I know it's unhygienic."

"You're not ready yet…it's not time for you to be my toilet, but you can use your tongue as toilet paper…"

She led me into the bathroom. I followed my mistress happily, as if in heaven.

I knelt on the toilet floor tiles, and my mistress seemed pleased to see me kneeling there. As if to let me admire her, she gracefully and slowly unbuckled her belt, pulled down her underwear, and sat on the toilet to urinate. Listening to her urine tinkling into the toilet bowl, I felt extremely happy. Where was I? In heaven; where is heaven? In the master's toilet, beneath the master's legs.

After her urination stopped, she sat up.

"Now it's your turn."

I immediately plunged my head deep into her thighs, licking her pungent genitals with my tongue.

She pressed my head tightly between her legs, looking at me with a victorious smile. Very good, it seems you will obey me. What does my urine taste like?

"A little astringent."

"You'll get used to it slowly." Although it was humiliating, I felt an unprecedented excitement, my lower body swelling as if it were about to explode.

To prove your absolute obedience to me, from now on, whenever we are together, you must lick me clean after every time I urinate, understand? Your tongue is my toilet paper, you must lick it clean. Your job is to keep my genitals and anus clean. If I am not satisfied, I will punish you severely.

President Luo seems to have a natural sense of being the female lead, this sense of dominance over me excites me greatly.

"To serve me well, loyalty alone is not enough." That evening, my mistress, dressed in a white, tight-fitting miniskirt and tank top, sat on the living room sofa and began instructing me.

"Yes, mistress," I knelt at her feet, listening attentively to her teachings.

"You need a strong physique so you can receive my deeper training."

I remained silent; my body wasn't very strong.

"Therefore, you need to strengthen your body."

"Yes, mistress!"

"Then let's begin now!" My mistress stood up and walked to the center of the living room. I hurriedly crawled after her. She spread her legs, pointed to her feet with her jade-like hand, and I immediately crawled over, stopping beneath her crotch, head bowed, awaiting her further instructions.

"Ah!" My mistress's boots slammed heavily on my back, sending a sharp pain through me.

"Push-ups, count!" "

One, two, three..." I immediately sprang into action.

Seeing the alluring sight of my mistress's hips swaying with my movements in the mirror gave me even more motivation.

"Ten, eleven..." My mistress began to stomp harder, and I felt increasingly strained.

My skirt swayed... Push harder! I encouraged myself, hold on!

"Twenty-three, twenty-four..." My mistress began to grind my back with the sole of her shoe.

"Thirty-five, thirty-six!" My arms stiffened, hanging in mid-air, unable to continue.

"Ah!" My master stomped heavily on my buttocks, and I screamed as I collapsed to the ground.

"You can't even do thirty-odd?! How can you be my slave like this?!" my master roared.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered in response.

"Don't apologize to me!" My master stomped on me forcefully. "Keep going!"

"Thirty, thirty-seven, thirty-eight!" I could only grit my teeth and continue, but I knew very well that my physical limit would soon be reached. Doing fifty wouldn't have been a big problem, but being stomped on by my master was another matter.

"Thirty-nine, forty!"

"Hmph! If you dare stop, I'll skin you alive!"

"Forty-one..." I held on in the air, panting heavily, but my master didn't give me a chance to slack off. His stomping became heavier and heavier, and I finally collapsed with a thud.

"Idiot!" My master kicked me hard. I couldn't even scream anymore, just panting.

"Stand up!"

I struggled to my feet, waiting for my master's punishment.

"What's wrong with you?!" My master pointed at my limp penis, which was drooping from exhaustion, and scolded me angrily.

"I, I..."

"Attention!" Hearing the command, I straightened up.

"Ah!" My mistress punched me in the stomach, and I doubled over in pain.

She grabbed my hair and pulled me to a standing position.

"Slap!" A heavy slap landed on my face.

With a flick of her wrist, she slapped me again. I watched her hand fly towards me through the air, but I dared not dodge, and could only grit my teeth and endure it.

After a few slaps, I caught my breath, and my penis became aroused again. Only then did she stop, and my face became somewhat swollen.

"How is it? Do you need to train more like this?!"

"Yes, mistress!" I obediently knelt down in front of her, crawled between her legs, and lay down, counting, "One, two, three..." My penis was hard against the floor, and my body was stiff too. Oh dear! But pleasure belongs to my mistress, that's the first principle. She can do whatever she wants... "

Wash my feet with your tongue..." she commanded, and then she turned on the TV. I calmly began to put her toes in my mouth, because I knew I had plenty of time. My tongue darted between her toes, touching a bead of sweat, which I then tasted. I licked it incessantly, as if her pleasure was my sole purpose in life. Like a student in the throes of first love, I did my utmost to please her feet with my tongue and lips. Her breathing grew heavier, and she placed her feet on my shoulders, one foot on each side of my neck. "

Take off my shorts," she commanded.

I obeyed. As I pulled her shorts off her toes, she immediately lowered her feet, pulling my face towards her crotch. I began to kiss her genitals, kissing, licking, and sucking—I was quite adept at it. She quickly became aroused, her hands pressing hard on my head, almost choking me. Finally, she released me, giving me a chance to catch my breath. We relaxed in silence. I remained kneeling between her legs, and

she paid no attention to my penis. After all, I was her slave; I had no desire to make love to her. All I wanted was to please her.

"Now go to the bathroom and prepare the showerhead. I want to take a shower. The water needs to be very hot. After adjusting the water temperature, kneel on the floor and wait for me."

"Yes, Mistress."

I began preparing the showerhead and adjusting the water temperature for her. After everything was done, I knelt on the floor and waited for her. I heard the bathroom door open, and she walked in, looking at me and saying, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress."

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