[Wuxia] The Unconventional Life of a Woman in Jinling (Complete) - 6

Chapter 29 Skipping Class

Half an hour later, the mistress stood up from the bathtub, and I immediately draped a large white bath towel over her. She came out, smiled at me—a charming, lively, and cheerful smile.

She went into the spacious bedroom and sat down at the dressing table.

I watched her massage her face with facial cleanser, rinse it off after a few minutes, then gently wipe her face with a cotton ball. Next, she applied a very fragrant serum, massaged it into her face, and finally applied a night cream. As she did all this, her hands moved with practiced ease, changing into various elegant movements, as skillful and graceful as playing the piano.

The first two months were truly unforgettable; every weekend was so exciting and thrilling. The clever mistress clearly knew how to control a man. My masochistic tendencies developed day by day around her, and I was gradually and irrevocably influenced by her.

Two and a half months after officially becoming Luo Yuanchun's slave, I woke up one morning to find my head buried between my mistress's soft breasts. My heart was filled with love for her: "Mistress, I love serving you so much!"

"Really?" Yuanchun smiled.

"Yes! I've never felt so happy. I think I was born to serve you as a sex slave. Let me be your slave forever, Mistress!" I loved calling her "Mistress," and my heart felt warm.

"Don't be silly. We'll see what you do next!"

I looked at my mistress's inscrutable smile, and my heart pounded. My buttocks, which she had whipped mercilessly yesterday, still ached. I wondered what methods my mistress would use to torture me today. But when I thought of the gentle feeling of being Luo Yuanchun's sex slave, the whipping only increased the pleasure of being possessed by her. Even the whip marks and pain on my body afterward only made me want to love her and obey her even more.

“I think I can’t live without you, Master. As long as you don’t send me away, I will serve you for the rest of my life. I’m so happy to be your slave.”

“If I get another boyfriend, can you serve both of us?”

“You mean not only serve you, but also your boyfriend?”

“Yes.”

“If you want me to do that, I have no choice but to obey, but I’m not willing in my heart. I only want to serve you.”

“So you’re not a qualified slave yet. A truly qualified slave should find happiness in the master’s pleasure. If I like to sleep with other men, you should be happy for me…”

“For your sake, I also have to serve that man so that he can make you happier, right?”

“Yes, you serve him, which is actually for my sake.”

“I think… if that’s the case, I think I will.”

Luo Yuanchun smiled, but she was definitely smugly plotting something else.

"Master, who is your boyfriend now? Do I know him?"

"No, you don't know him. You will in the future."

"Does he love you as much as I do?"

"Of course."

"He certainly doesn't love you as much as I do. No one loves you more than me, and no one can serve you as well as I can."

"You're so cheeky. How do you know? He loves me as madly as you do."

"No, I definitely love you more than him," Yuan Chun admired the young man's barely concealed jealousy. Have

you ever tasted another man's semen? Of course not, Master. Why would you ask such a question? Because I want you to taste my boyfriend's semen. Do you like it? I don't like it, but I do. I'll let you do it. Can you do it?

I... I think I can.

A few days later, one of Yuan Chun's boyfriends suddenly came to see her. Since he hadn't called beforehand, Yuan Chun hurriedly shoved me into a cabinet and ordered me not to make a sound. I stayed inside for a full three hours, listening to my mistress and her boyfriend making love in another bedroom. Her moans were loud. Only after they finished and her boyfriend left did Yuanchun let me out. She made me kneel before her bed and lick the semen from her genitals clean with my tongue. "

Come on, my little slave, lick my genitals clean. I'll let you have a taste today." I hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly complied. I couldn't refuse my mistress, so I obediently provided her with this service. But waves of nausea washed over me; it was the first time I had tasted another man's semen. The taste was salty and fishy, and I felt incredibly humiliated.

"Mistress, do you love him?" I boldly asked.

"I wouldn't say I love him, but he's useful to me, and I like fucking him," my mistress said boldly and wantonly, and I felt a pang of sadness. "So you need to get used to the taste of his semen as soon as possible, because you'll have more to enjoy in the future," my mistress said, smiling as she stroked my head.

I skipped class again this week. This was the first time I'd skipped so many classes in a single semester since starting university. Anyway, graduation is just around the corner, so I don't care anymore. I figure I'll pass and get my degree without any problem. Being able to stay Luo Yuanchun's slave is too important to me.

For a while, Master Yuanchun treated me like a little lover and sex slave, always taking care of my emotional and physical needs. After all, I'm young, energetic, and have a strong sex drive. But gradually, I could feel her attention shifting because there were too many men around her who wanted her. To her, I was at best just a servant with sexual functions. I felt a little sad and lost, but I didn't dare show it. After all, she was the master, and she even allowed me to stay at her house every weekend. And I was almost unable to extricate myself. Just seeing her often was enough to satisfy me. Because Luo's image in my mind was becoming more and more lofty, I didn't care about my own needs. As long as I saw her happy, I was happy. I really started to wholeheartedly become her slave, obey her commands, and sincerely hoped to stay by her side and serve her forever.

The master is very busy, and all the beautiful women who roam the business world are very busy. Occasionally, when there was nothing else to do, my mistress would leave me naked except for a collar around my neck, with my hands tied behind my back. Before tying me up, she would protect my wrists with leather straps, so it didn't matter how long I was tied up. We would chat, listen to music, watch TV, read books, and so on. When we chatted, she liked me to sit on her lap and hug her, often taking off her top so her breasts were pressed against mine, and we would talk a lot. She was also somewhat interested in my past, asking about my childhood and my current university life. When reading, she liked me to lie on her lap, with my penis between her legs, the book placed on my buttocks, and I would read calmly. When watching TV, she usually had me kneel at her feet. Sometimes, when she was engrossed in a show, she would put her foot near my mouth and have me lick it carefully, then gently step on my shoulder with her foot. I understood her meaning and obediently lowered my head to the ground, raising my buttocks high, then she would place her foot on my buttocks, or casually whip me. Sometimes I would massage her feet, and she would lie on the sofa enjoying it, her brow furrowed, her eyes thoughtful, as if she were strategizing and contemplating the future of the nation—it was incredibly cool.

Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would play with me to her heart's content. She would often cup my face, put her tongue in my mouth, and kiss me. Sometimes, she would leave me naked, tie my hands behind my back, and make me lie on the kitchen table, letting her do whatever she wanted with me. She loved playing with my genitals, not only fondling my penis and scrotum with her hands, but also enjoying putting my hard, thick penis in her mouth and sucking on it at will. Until I lost control and ejaculated into her mouth. But that wasn't the end; she would continue to fondle my penis with her hands and mouth until I ejaculated again. The most she ever made was ejaculate three times in a row in her hands and mouth.

My sex life was extremely irregular; sometimes I wouldn't have sex for weeks, and sometimes I would ejaculate several times a night, completely depending on Ms. Luo's mood and needs.

I quickly discovered that my mistress was a master of sex; her skill was evident in the way she manipulated my penis. The basic method most people use is the so-called fist grip, like holding a tennis racket, and moving the penis up and down. This method provides the strongest contact between the penis and hand, resulting in the most intense stimulation. Ms. Luo said she liked to use this method with her boyfriends who had large penises. My

mistress, Yuan Chun, often used the five-finger grip. This method involves placing her arm diagonally opposite the penis, with four fingers on the upper part and the thumb on the lower. This method enhances control over the friction on the penis; although my penis is of medium size, she could still move her hand along its entire length. Sometimes she would use three fingers, like holding a pen or pencil. This grip offers the best control and distance of movement (from the base of the penis to the glans), but minimizes contact between the hand and penis.

Occasionally, she would use the reverse grip, a reverse fist grip, which was both fun and stimulating. This method involves holding the penis from the left side with the right hand, rotating the wrist so the thumb points downwards, and gently pulling the penis to the right. It might feel a little strange at first, but it's definitely a wonderful evolution of the fist-clenching style.

Ms. Luo is incredibly skilled at handling a man's penis, her technique is masterful. Sometimes she uses a one-sided method, stimulating only the side of the penis furthest from her abdomen. While she's masturbating that side, the other side is also eagerly awaiting caresses. Just before orgasm, she grips the entire penis tightly. At this point, the pleasure is incredibly intense, and she reaches orgasm immediately.

Sometimes she also uses a rolling motion, placing both hands on either side of the penis and rubbing it rapidly like washing hands; this method doesn't require lubricant.

Sometimes it's a sexual intercourse style, where she lies on her side and grips the penis with a reverse grip, then rolls over and places her hands on the bed, thrusting the penis in and out of her palms. Just like during intercourse, her hands don't move, but her lower body moves back and forth. While my penis is thrusting in and out of her "vagina," she uses her other hand to feel the scrotum moving back and forth! Sometimes she uses a milking motion to handle my penis. She thoroughly lubricates the penis and her hands with lubricant, sliding her thumb and forefinger around the penis from the base to the glans. When the ring reaches the glans, the other hand slides upwards along the base of the penis, alternating between hands.

Occasionally, she uses a deep penetration position, placing a loose fist in front of the glans and inserting the penis through the palm. Just as the glans is about to emerge from the other end, she uses the other hand to pull it forward, as if deeply penetrating the vagina. My favorite is when she performs handjob on me in the mermaid position. She sits on her lap like the mermaid on the beach in Copenhagen, Denmark, with her legs turned to the right, slightly bending forward so that the erect penis can fit into the back of her left thigh (behind the knee joint). She moves her right leg to clamp the penis and applies plenty of lubricant. You can swing your body back and forth or up and down to enjoy wonderful pleasure; you can also bend forward and squeeze back and forth with your thighs, which is very stimulating; at the same time, you can clamp your scrotum with your left leg. Sometimes she can also perform this while squatting or standing. This technique frees up the hands, and the orgasm is much more intense than with hands.

She also invented the "V" position. Apply some lubricant to the glans, penis, and scrotum. Apply a generous amount of lubricant, especially between the middle and ring fingers of one hand, spreading them into a "V" shape. Use these two fingers to grip the penis and slide it up and down, while simultaneously stroking the scrotum with the other hand. Varying the speed of the slide and the tightness of the grip will create different sensations.

She has many tricks up her sleeve; sometimes she plays with my penis like she's unscrewing a bottle cap. With one hand, she pulls the foreskin as far as possible towards the base of the penis, while the other hand, coated with lubricant, twists the glans, just like unscrewing a bottle cap. She likes to use a strong lubricant (like baby oil) around the foreskin ring (the junction of the glans and penis), supporting the penis from below with the base of her thumb and forefinger, and sliding it up and down along the edge of the glans. Do not touch the penis or glans with other fingers, and slide as slowly as possible; the slower the sliding, the more intense the final orgasm. Sometimes she would hook her index finger around the edge of my glans while rubbing the smooth part of the glans with her thumb, a method that could quickly bring me to orgasm.

Her most impressive skill was massaging my foreskin. I'd never been circumcised, of course. When she rubbed the tip of my foreskin with her index finger, and when my penis was erect, she would gently and slowly massage the area about a centimeter behind the foreskin circumference with her index finger. This method required patience. Although I couldn't reach orgasm quickly, I would ejaculate a large amount of semen during orgasm.

Having such a sexually active and knowledgeable hostess, I was deeply influenced. I secretly looked at sexology books in the library and discovered that men aged 18-25 have stronger libidos than women, peaking between 25-30, and are more proactive in pursuing women. After 35, libido begins to decline. After age 40, men's testosterone levels drop by at least 25%. Anyone with decreased testosterone levels experiences a significant decrease in interest, desire, and frequency of sexual activity. Men over 35 often experience difficulties with sex due to work fatigue, slowed blood flow, and decreased muscle tone. Women, however, are different. Their libido is in a hazy stage between 18 and 25, and they don't reach full sexual development until after 25, reaching maturity around 26-30, or even 40. At this time, their libido is significantly stronger than men's, shifting from passive to active. Therefore, if a woman's sexual desire is not satisfied during this period, she is more prone to extramarital affairs or arguments with her husband.

I now understand why my master's libido is so strong. It's due to age. The saying goes, "Thirty is like a wolf, forty is like a tiger." Having such a philandering, wolf-like master is truly my blessing. When

my master Yuanchun comes home at night, whenever he has time, he plays with me, abusing and tormenting me, trying every possible way to enjoy me. While watching TV, she would usually make me kneel at her feet, put her feet near my mouth, and make me lick them carefully. Then she would step on my shoulders or head with her feet. I understood what she meant, and obediently lowered my head to the ground, raising my buttocks high. Then she would put her feet on my buttocks, or arbitrarily whip me. Still relying on my hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

Although Luo Yuanchun was a tall and large woman, every casual movement of hers was graceful and charming. Every gesture exuded feminine beauty, truly exuding womanly charm. Especially her slender and beautiful hands with long, elegant fingers, which always swayed as she spoke, making one's heart flutter. A year ago, when I met General Manager Luo at the company, her soft hands captivated me, making me think she must be weak. Now I realize how powerful her whip-wielding hands can be.

Deep down, I want to obey her will and commands. Sometimes, she blindfolds me, making me unable to see her even with the lights on. Sometimes she makes me strip naked and ride me like a horse. Sometimes she straddles my penis, torturing it. Sometimes she likes to scratch me, leaving bloody welts. When she's unhappy, she kicks and pinches me, exposing my buttocks for her to whip. She has two whips, one of which terrifies me. Once, she even bit me. I've discovered a genuine tendency towards sadism in her personality. This both excites and terrifies me.

I was absolutely obedient to her; making her happy was my goal. Sometimes she would step on me in high heels, making me lick her toes, thighs, and vulva. She seemed to quite enjoy having me drink her urine! In her understanding, urine seemed harmless. One evening, she came back from the gym. I lay prostrate on the floor, arms outstretched, unable to look her in the eye. She stepped on my hands, and I carefully licked her shoes and feet clean. She had worn sneakers all afternoon; her feet were wet, hot, and smelly. My tongue roamed between each of her toes, and I quickly made her feet completely clean and comfortable. She giggled, took out a prepared collar, and put it around my neck; she took out a hood and put it over my head; she took out a rope and tied my hands behind my back; she stuffed her wet, smelly socks into my mouth—I felt helpless; I felt my heart already belonged to her. She led me around the room. She punished me with a whip merely for her amusement, until red welts appeared all over my body. Then she changed into high heels and kicked me hard, knocking me to the ground. I whimpered in pain, but she ignored me, cruelly stomping on my body and kneading my stomach. I was her footpad. She placed her foot on my face and stomped down, distorting my features beneath her feet. She stepped on my neck, suffocating me. My face flushed red with pain, and tears streamed down my face from the humiliation and agony. She grabbed my hair, lifted my face, and slapped me repeatedly until I stopped crying. She made me lie on the ground, sat on my face, and pressed all her weight onto my head. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't struggle, and I sweetly felt her power. She was equally excited. She rubbed her buttocks against my face, and my mouth and nose stimulated her genitals through her underwear. She excitedly began to masturbate, eventually reaching orgasm. She grabbed my hair, took her socks from my mouth, made me kneel, straddle my head, and made me kiss all her sensitive areas, give her oral sex, and lick her anus. I was between her legs, my tongue roaming inside her vagina until she reached orgasm. I gently licked her genitals, cleaned her vagina with my mouth, and even used my mouth on her underwear. Between her legs, I seemed to find myself; I was a tool to make her happy, I belonged to Mr. Luo.

Sometimes Mr. Luo would tie my hands. But even with my hands tied behind my back, I could still serve my mistress. I could use my hands, even with them tied behind my back, to open the refrigerator for drinks (the cold feeling when my buttocks were sticking out of the refrigerator), turn on the TV, turn on the stereo, get DVDs, books, or even the whip used to punish me. Sometimes, if I was slow, my mistress would punish me, and I would obediently accept her punishment.

My favorite moment is when my mistress lies on the bed, her strong thighs trapping my head between them, and I perform oral sex on her. Her thighs are full and elastic, firm and powerful. Being trapped between such thighs can feel heavy and suffocating, but smelling my beautiful mistress's fragrance, licking her richly scented genitals, feeling the most private parts of my beautiful and alluring mistress, feeling her hand stroking my hair, feeling her presence and authority, and bringing her comfort and pleasure with my body and soul—I feel incredibly happy. What man in the world could enjoy this kind of happiness? I especially love licking her anus; it feels very special.

I've known for a long time that there are male slaves in the SM world who are willing to eat their mistress's feces. The masochistic desire burning within me sometimes makes me want to become my mistress's toilet slave, but at the same time, I feel disgusted and psychologically unable to accept it.

Fortunately, my mistress, Yuan Chun, doesn't seem interested in this at all. She only uses me occasionally when she urinates. Sometimes, when she's watching TV or gets into the mood, she'll tell me to open my mouth and drink her urine. Sigh! What could I do? To be a slave to one's master is to obey all of their demands. Actually, whenever she made me put my mouth to her genitals and drink her urine, I would become incredibly excited, serving the woman I admired most in the most humiliating way—it was incredibly stimulating.

Sometimes she wore underwear, and I would kneel between her thighs, pull the bottom of her underwear to one side, and seal my mouth to her urethra. How noble Ms. Luo was, and how lowly and base I was.

"Did you like it?" Ms. Luo would sometimes ask after I finished drinking her urine.

"Yes, because it's my master's. Thank you for your gift, Master!" I would always answer.

My master's methods of caressing, playing with, and abusing me were varied and bizarre. Although sometimes it was unbearable, I could endure it because of the love in my heart.

At my master's house, I usually wore the collar she prepared for me. She liked to tie me to the collar with a leather strap, making me crawl around for her like a dog. Sometimes she would affectionately call me "dog slave." Sometimes she would call me "K slave," "K" being a homonym for Kai. But she called me "little slave" most often. The smallest guest room in her house was my torture chamber. It wasn't furnished much, but it contained several instruments of torture: ropes, whips, racks, shackles, and a few strange gadgets—I had no idea where her got them. Sometimes she would lead me into this room specifically for training and abusing me. There, I spent some unbearable and unforgettable nights.

Of course, in her master bedroom, besides the large bed and mirror, there was also a leather whip she liked and a pair of police handcuffs on the bedside table. Those were also for me. Now I was basically trained to be competent, and my master rarely tortured me. But occasionally, she liked to use these instruments of torture to vent her wildness; every month she would find a reason to torment me once, to remind me of my relationship with her and my status.

I liked to kneel on the ground, holding her buttocks and servicing her genitals with my mouth, while simultaneously thrusting my buttocks forward, allowing her to whip me wantonly in her excitement. Watching her reach orgasm wave after wave filled me with immense pleasure. This is the essence of SM. The mistress's orgasm is far more important than mine, so I try my best to make her orgasm as intensely pleasurable as possible. I need her permission to ejaculate, but this is what I, as a slave, should do.

Of course, sometimes there's no distinction between day and night. For example, sometimes on weekends when the mistress is home during the day, she usually makes me tidy up the room naked. In the kitchen, I wear an apron, but my back is bare. She might run up behind me at any time, touching or whipping my naked buttocks, or making me stop what I'm doing to serve her, because I am still the mistress's sex tool and a plaything for her to ravage at will.

Sometimes, I feel like I was born a slave, born to serve women and be their slave. Because I genuinely enjoy that feeling. I feel fortunate that Luo Yuanchun discovered me and developed me. To have a mistress like Luo Yuanchun, to serve such a beautiful woman, is truly a blessing from my past life. Now, with just one look from her, I know how to serve her.

Every night when she takes a bath, I kneel beside the tub to serve her, helping her bathe. After the bath, my slave's nightlife begins.

Chapter 30:

A Sunday in late May.

Around 11 p.m., after a busy day, I began serving Ms. Luo in her bath again.

As usual, she liked to lie in the hot tub for a while, but often, after a few minutes in the steamy tub, she would want to urinate. That's when my mouth came in handy, because at this time she was least willing to climb out of the hot tub. She would say to me, "Little slave, I need to urinate," and at this moment I felt most useful. I would immediately bend down, ready to catch her urine in the tub.

She would lift her buttocks, raising her lower abdomen and genitals above the water. I would press my head tightly against her genitals, sealing my mouth against her urethra. As she urinated, I would gulp down large mouthfuls, trying my best not to let her urine splash into the tub water, because that would displease her. She was a woman with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Then I would lather her entire body with soap, and finally she would shower to clean herself. When she came out of the bathtub, I would always kneel on the floor to dry her lower body, while she dried her head and upper body. After the bath, she would apply some skincare products, and then she would lie on the bed in the bedroom with a large bath towel wrapped around her chest. I would immediately begin to warm up her for the last sexual pleasure of the day. Sometimes I would be ordered to kneel by the bed to give her oral sex, but more often, she would ask me to massage her whole body first. She would lie on her stomach on the bed, and I would start from her head, massaging her cervical spine, then her back, then her waist, and her arms. This was the most enjoyable moment of my day. After I finished with her upper body, my hands would move to her buttocks. Her buttocks were simply too beautiful. Touching her fair and smooth skin, her high and firm buttocks, I felt like I was dreaming. I felt so lucky to be able to have such intimate contact with such an elegant and beautiful woman. For this noble woman, what hardship could I not endure! I felt I could give my life for her. Every time I massage her buttocks, I have an uncontrollable urge to lick her anus.

I massage her buttocks, her thighs, her calves, and finally her feet. Then I use my tongue. I start giving her oral sex… After about ten minutes, she lets me onto the bed and begins to service her with my penis until she orgasms. Sometimes she allows me to ejaculate inside her after her orgasm, sometimes she lets me continue thrusting until she reaches a second orgasm before allowing me to ejaculate.

After ejaculating, she lets me lick her genitals clean with my tongue, and then she lets me get a wet towel to wipe her genitals clean. Sometimes she lets me ejaculate twice. This isn't difficult for a young man in his early twenties like me; I usually get an erection again within 10-15 minutes after ejaculation, and then continue to service her with my penis until she is completely satisfied.

Then I turn off the lights. She lies on her side to sleep, and I continue to gently stroke her body beside her, helping her slowly cool down. Sometimes she would allow me to bury my head between her thighs and gently lick her anus, completing the final step of my day's service to her. That lingering thought resurfaced: how many men had this woman's vagina, which I was currently licking and kissing, had slept with? But this was just curiosity; even if Boss Luo had slept with a hundred men, I wouldn't care. My love for Luo Yuanchun had reached the point of obsession. I felt I could die for her, and I was willing to die for her. To be honest, the guilt deep within my heart sometimes made me want to end my life sooner; if I had to die, I truly wanted to die in Boss Luo's hands.

Stimulating her anus with my tongue was my greatest pleasure. Usually, I would lick her for 10-15 minutes before I heard her snoring softly. Only then could I carefully, yet reluctantly, quietly leave.

When I reported to Chunda Group, I discovered the company had moved to a new location. Last summer, while I was working, everyone was saying the company might move. I never expected the new location to be so grand.

This is a 24-story modern office building located in a prime area of Nanjing. Its all-glass exterior gives it a clean, bright, and modern look.

Xiao Liu from the HR department told me I was assigned to the chairman's office. There were three people in the chairman's office, including the office director, all women. They occupied two spacious rooms. The outer room of the chairman's office had quite luxurious desks and chairs.

The office director, Chen Xiaoli, a woman wearing glasses and looking shrewd and capable, smiled and said, "Great! We've got a strong hand. You studied computers, so you'll be mainly responsible for data entry and document organization from now on."

I smiled and said, "Director Chen, please take care of me."

However, the work Director Chen assigned me was not approved by Chairman Luo Yuanchun. When I arrived at Chairman Luo's office, I was overwhelmed by its luxury and grandeur. Her office was spacious and bright, over 50 square meters. Besides the rosewood-colored executive desk and high-backed leather sofa chair, there were tall rosewood-colored bookcases and gift cabinets against the wall. In one corner was a lounge area surrounded by high-end genuine leather sofas. The room also included an inner lounge and a private bathroom. Through the half-open door of the inner lounge, I could see a spacious soft bed inside.

My respect for President Luo grew even stronger.

The chairman looked at me, his demeanor no longer warm and friendly like at home, but serious, and directly assigned me tasks: "Xiao Lu, your main task is to handle some specific matters I assign you, and you'll also be my driver when my personal driver is not around. So your first task is to learn to drive. Okay, go to Xiao Li next door and complete the driving training procedures. Prepare to attend training at the driving school every weekend."

I returned to my office. Xiao Li, the girl I met in the chairman's office on my first day of work, smiled at me: "Brother Lu, you've been promoted so quickly! How lucky!"

I smiled: "You'll have to take care of me in the future."

Xiao Li smiled back: "You'll have to take care of me in the future ..." "Please take good care of me."

Then, she gave me a student ID card: "You can use this to go to driving school tomorrow."

I thought for a moment: "Do I need to pay?"

Xiao Li laughed: "Why are you asking? Your driving lessons will be fully reimbursed by the company. It was specially approved by General Manager Luo. Don't tell everyone in the company. Some people pay for their own lessons, it's just a little cheaper than outside."

The company headquarters has more than forty people. In addition to the general manager's and chairman's office, there is an office providing secretarial support for the two vice general managers, a human resources department, a public relations department, a logistics department, an accounting department, a medical device production department, a pharmaceutical department, a product sales department, a research and development department, a real estate branch, and a computer room. The company occupies the fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth floors of this 24-story high-end office building. In this prime location, the group company's office space is at least 2,500 square meters.

I felt strange. Although General Manager Luo is so lewd at home, she is so serious in the office.

She walked ahead, her steps light. I followed closely behind.

Along the way, the way the company employees looked at me was completely different from before. They no longer treated me like an intern; they unconsciously showed me more respect and a bit of envy.

General Manager Luo was extremely strict about my clothing, hairstyle, demeanor, and behavior, sometimes almost harshly so. She always said that I was her person, representing her image when I went out. She even gave me a week of etiquette and dress training, specifying even whether I should get into General Manager Luo's car with my buttocks or legs first. In the company, General Manager Luo made me feel both approachable and awe-inspiring. She used to be a dancer, and having made her way up on her own, she had become incredibly mature and capable.

Her all-encompassing position in the entire company made everyone look up to her. She was like the sun, and I was like a mirror behind her. Even a fleeting glimpse of her gaze on the ordinary employees was enough to dazzle them, haha. After a month, I felt completely transformed. In terms of appearance and speech, I had become a quasi-aristocrat in Nanjing. Although to outsiders I might just be her lackey, secretary, driver, and bodyguard.

At home, our relationship was completely different. The moment I stepped inside, I immediately lost all human dignity, becoming a slave kneeling at her feet, a servant at her beck and call. But being able to stay so close to her made me feel content. For a man in the throes of adolescence, sex seemed more important than dignity.

She made me a specially made black leather collar. Strangely enough, as soon as I put it on, I immediately felt from the bottom of my heart that I was her slave, belonging only to her.

The summer of 2000 passed quickly, and when the first autumn leaf fell, I had gradually adapted to my new life. My master-servant relationship with Luo Yuanchun developed rapidly, and unknowingly I had gone quite far down the path of SM. I knew that due to losing my mother at a young age and encountering that enchanting stepmother, I was somewhat psychologically twisted, but I hadn't realized that I had such a deep submissive complex.

After getting to know Luo Yuanchun, especially during the time I served her, my understanding of SM deepened. Under her relentless guidance, I began to realize that my submissive complex was deeply rooted and very strong. It was a desire to be dominated, possessed, and to be absolutely loyal, obedient, and serve one's master. The excitement came from extreme worship and submission to the master, and the humiliation that arose from this state of obedience. I don't know how or when I developed this masochistic complex; I only know that it was deeply rooted in my heart and gradually developed, becoming increasingly intense.

From the internet, I learned that the incidence of masochistic tendencies is much higher in men than in women. Some scholars seem to have offered the following explanation: masochists may be expressing self-blame and self-punishment due to guilt or remorse regarding sex, using the acceptance of pain to demonstrate their love. This is more common in men because women often exhibit submissive and compliant behavior in normal sexual activity.

I began to anonymously participate in some online SM discussions, gaining a deeper understanding of this community. In the SM community, male slaves often hope their idol is a queen who embodies nobility, majesty, beauty, and wealth, and who strictly controls her slaves while possessing an intense desire for power. Fortunately, I saw these qualities in Ms. Luo. She is not only beautiful and sexy, but also noble, wealthy, fashionable, and avant-garde. She has a distinct personality, is unrestrained, and charming without being licentious. The world is not lacking in beautiful women, but it lacks sexy women with temperament and charm. Take supermodels, for example; not all beautiful women can become supermodels. Because supermodels, besides having a beautiful appearance, must also have a captivating demeanor, a demeanor that exudes an indescribable beauty. Luo Yuanchun possesses this captivating demeanor and temperament. At the company, she cultivates an image of an elegant, capable, and composed professional woman, with a neat and generous appearance. She not only has the ability to manage the overall situation but also pays attention to details, knows how to use people, and dares to use them. But in real life, she is a free-spirited and unrestrained woman who pursues sensual pleasure.

She was a demander of life, with high expectations for everything. I felt she was a born master. If people were divided into different classes, she would undoubtedly be the highest, while I seemed born only to be a slave to such a noble woman. Our union was perfect. I was proud to be her slave, and I sincerely hoped she would be proud to have a slave like me. In my eyes, everything about her was noble, even her bodily functions. Of course, like most male submissives, the reason I obeyed the queen and acted according to her wishes was because her beauty intimidated me. But in my view, female beauty is divided into inner and outer beauty. Luo Yuanchun's outer beauty was universally acknowledged; she was strikingly beautiful with a stunning figure: 170cm tall, 42cm wide shoulders, 76cm bust, 44cm waist, and 78cm hips—I only learned this after becoming her slave.

However, what truly captivated me was her inner beauty, her inner strength. This was the real reason I admired her. Her sexiness was in her very bones. She has transformed her youthful beauty into a captivating charm, a mature sensuality that slowly blossoms. Though nearing 40, she possesses a youth that other women seem to have experienced once more. Like the timeless beauties Maggie Cheung and Rosamund Kwan, her maturity has imbued her with a magical allure, leaving men breathless with her sex appeal. She is irresistible, drawing men to her allure and their yearning for the ultimate in sensuality. The Hong Kong film stars Rosamund Kwan and my mistress, Luo Yuanchun, have made me understand why some young men are attracted to women much older than themselves. Before meeting my mistress, Rosamund Kwan was my idol. I once frequently fantasized about licking her anus and ejaculating in that fantasy.

Luo Yuanchun is fiery, both career-driven and pleasure-seeking, possessing both gentle and virtuous qualities as well as a ruthless side. She is sometimes an angel, sometimes a devil, and I am more captivated by her devilish side. She can make a fortune, and so easily at that. Such an outstanding woman was rare in late 20th-century China, and the turbulent Chinese society of today is destined to produce women like her. She often reminds me of two other women in Chinese history: Pan Jinlian and Wu Zetian. Of course, she is far more elegant and intelligent than Pan Jinlian. I think Ms. Luo looks even more charming today than when she was young.

Ms. Luo has several very attractive gestures.

When she plays with her hair, she exudes a captivating fragrance, like a love potion, capable of making all the men around her lose their minds. She does this little gesture naturally, unintentionally making men's hearts flutter! I think the way she plays with her hair is very natural and elegant, leaving endless room for imagination. When

she sits with her legs crossed, she is most likely to arouse fantasies, especially when she is wearing a short skirt. People sitting opposite her are eager to see the moment she changes the position of her legs. Xiao Zhao from the computer room once secretly told me, "Ms. Luo's sitting posture is the most elegant and sexy." When

she eats fruit, her tongue naturally sticks out, which is incredibly sexy. Especially when she eats cherries, the tip of her tongue gently touches the fruit, which is sure to make men's blood boil. The way she massages her calves is also very sexy, her jade hands constantly stroking her calves, making men's blood boil. It draws all attention to her beautiful legs; they're very sexy. Also, when she stretches, her languid posture is like a kitten's, making you want to hug her, and stretching naturally showcases the lines of a woman's body.

Of course, her most seductive move is licking her lips with her tongue. She rarely does this because it's a direct provocation to men.

Ms. Luo made me write in my diary every day, saying she would check my thoughts periodically. I started writing non-stop every day. Some were just a stream-of-consciousness record from waking up to going to bed, while others were more interesting. Below is one of my more interesting diary entries, written to the protagonist, Yuan Chun:

"I have discovered that I have fallen deeply in love with you, my mistress. You are the most beautiful and charming woman I have ever seen. You are a symbol of maturity, radiance, success, independence, intensity, strength, fierceness, cruelty, and nobility. Those seemingly contradictory things are perfectly combined in you. You are a mature and elegant urban successful woman, possessing both a touch of purity and a rich inner strength. When we are together, every smile and every touch of yours excites me deeply. You are my idol. I am the insignificant dust at your feet." When your gentle fingers trace the bare muscles of my back, my heart trembles like silk. The burning welts no longer hurt. I feel your caresses with every inch of my skin. I don't need your noble lips; just your gentle fingertips are enough to make me burst into tears, just for your gentle fingertips. Yes, Master, you once said that what I love is the tenderness after tyranny, like a helpless puppy waiting for this moment. Yes, Master, you are right. I love your ferocity, I am fascinated by your cruelty. By your side, I have witnessed how you work, how you mobilize those around you to work desperately for you, how you manage your employees, how you negotiate in the business world, how you subdue your opponents, and I have also seen how you live, how you treat your friends and family. When I see you ruthlessly punish your opponents, I admire you so much. I even want to crawl into your anus and eat your feces, and feed on your feces every day. I know this is an extremely twisted and perverse psychology, but I cannot control myself. Sometimes you remind me of a female leopard dominating the African plains. I am truly proud to be your slave. I am your possession, and I sincerely beg to be at your mercy; I am proud of it. We are so close, our passions ever-present, yet there is never the emptiness that follows, only my endless anticipation—anticipation of thunderous roars, anticipation of gentle spring breezes. Your confident and magnanimous smile, your clear and expressive eyes, your deep and resonant voice—these are forever the abyss from which I lose myself. I am so infatuated with you that I am willing to grovel at your feet for eternity, just to feel your presence, to know that I am by your side, to know that your gaze will sweep over me, to know that I can endure any hardship for your slightest comfort and happiness… For this, I am willing to give up everything, to follow you, to serve you, to the ends of the earth, until the end of time. I was born for you, and I will die for you. Do you remember? One day, you said you hoped I could relinquish everything and truly become your possession; that day has long since arrived.

I still remember the day I made up my mind to start a new life. I arranged everything. As a responsible person, I couldn't leave everyone unaccounted for, because I knew clearly that this trip would be the end of my life. How could I be at ease without making arrangements? I went back to my hometown and gave all my savings from two years of working to my sister, telling them that after graduation I was going on a long journey to the south, and it might be a long time before I returned. I went back to the provincial capital, packed everything up, and although I still had half a month before graduation, I followed your instructions and came to your house every weekend to serve you. I knew your boyfriend wasn't there at the time, and that your noble body needed constant and meticulous care.

Plato once said, "Slavery is justified if the interests of the master and slave are aligned." I think that's very true. My interests were aligned with yours, Master; it was all for your comfort and pleasure.

Later, I learned that you were experimenting with your increasingly developed S&M interests on your former boyfriend. Before accepting me as your slave, you were also trying to abuse him. I've seen him; he's very handsome.

Master, you've allowed me to live in your home and serve you around the clock. You can't imagine how excited I am.

I changed into the servant's clothes that had been prepared for me and quietly prostrated myself in the center of the living room. With the crisp sound of your heels clicking on the floor, Master… you entered. The crisp sound echoed in the empty hall, and I suddenly felt lost, truly lost. I suddenly smelled the scent in the room—the faint scent of French perfume wafted in.

"Are you ready?" you asked calmly. "Yes, Master, I'm ready." —Do you know? Hearing your voice made me forget everything. I was no longer afraid. Even if there were an abyss ahead, I wouldn't hesitate, not! "Good," your voice softened slightly, and a cold bronze collar clicked onto my neck. This collar was specially made for me by Master. It was so tight that I had to breathe heavily to avoid suffocating. I remember when we ordered it, you joked that the first thing I had to practice after wearing it was breathing. Only after actually wearing it did I understand this oppressive feeling. —Compared to this, my old leather collar seems utterly insignificant. The chain on the bronze collar is like your hand, tightly gripping my heart, never letting go. The collar is adorned with patterns and engraved with my name; the delicate handwriting is a replica of your own. More importantly, every time I wear the collar, I feel my status as a slave and a deep sense of belonging to you. Without another word, I followed behind you, crawling towards the bathroom…

“Will you follow me for life, worship me from the bottom of your heart, and never betray me?”

“Yes, I swear to you,” for a moment, I heard a soft sigh,

“Actually, I like you very much too, and I’m so glad we can be together like this, you know? Many people like me only because of my appearance, and what they can give me is not what I need. I only want you to be truly loyal to me, pamper me, spoil me, obey me… love me in the way I like…”

“I will, Master, you are my life, you are the best master in the world, and being your slave is the greatest honor of my life. I know you really care about me, and as your slave, I only ask that you allow me to serve you, that’s all I ask for…” I murmured softly.

“Remember, what I want is absolute obedience, and you must keep that in mind every day,” you instructed me again.

“I will definitely remember.”

“Do you understand?” Master’s hand held mine tightly. "Judging by time, you are my first slave. Don't disappoint me, okay?"

"Please rest assured, I will never disappoint you." You are my goddess, and I have made up my mind to serve you for life, to serve my goddess.

Men with money can play with women, and women with money can play with men, you often say. But for me, whether you have money or not is irrelevant. I worship you, admire you, and deeply love you. You are the supreme goddess in my heart. I love you to the point of almost going mad. I am willing to do anything for you that ordinary people cannot do; I am even willing to die for you.

After reading this, the master seemed to think it was good. "I didn't realize that besides having a talent for being a slave, you also have some literary talent."

I blushed and smiled.

She suddenly asked, "Do you think I'm cruel?

I'm sorry, Chairman, I didn't mean anything bad. I think you're cruelly beautiful.

Why would you want to eat my excrement? Aren't you disgusted?" "She suddenly asked again.

"I know I'm a bit perverted, and actually I don't dare to eat it, but I really don't know how to express my respect for you. That's probably the most extreme form I can think of."

"You are indeed very perverted. Let me tell you, I won't let you eat it. It's too disgusting and unhygienic. At least I don't like it." Luo Yuanchun twisted her pretty nose and said charmingly.

Chapter 031 Dangerous Woman

In the past, Luo Yuanchun would think about where to go to play every night. Now, she often turns down some evening social engagements and thinks about going home as soon as it's past 7 o'clock. She can't remember the last time she was so interested in going home. Because there is a submissive and lovely "sex slave" at home, a young man who can be ravaged by her and who longs to be ravaged by her.

One evening in early October, Luo Yuanchun visited He Wenhai at the Sheraton Nanjing Hotel. He had gone to the United States as a student in the early 1980s and later opened a company specializing in used medical devices, a long-term partner of Chunda Company. Whenever Mr. He came to Nanjing, he stayed at the Zhongshan Hotel; for some reason, this time he stayed at the most expensive hotel located in Nanjing's most bustling commercial and shopping district.

Luo Yuanchun didn't often stay at this hotel. The room was very well-equipped, featuring a mini-bar, refrigerator, hot beverage preparation equipment, safe, satellite receiver, radio, personal computer, and a private bathroom with toiletries, an iron, ironing board, and hair dryer.

The two dined at the hotel's Tianbao Pavilion, which mainly served Huaiyang cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, and some local specialties. After dinner, they enjoyed cocktails at the Sheraton Bar in the lobby and listened to a live band playing impromptu music, creating a pleasant atmosphere.

He Wenhai promised to import 2,000 coronary stents for Chunda Company. These advanced medical consumables were very expensive in China; each imported stent could earn Chunda a profit of 8,000 yuan.

Later, the two returned to He... They made love in the room. He Wenhai ejaculated twice within two hours, as if he hadn't been with a woman in a long time. Of course, Luo Yuanchun insisted that he wear a condom. She was most afraid of contracting AIDS from the man returning from America.

Luo Yuanchun didn't come, so she faked an orgasm to protect He Wenhai's masculine pride.

She didn't leave the hotel until about 10 o'clock. The company driver was waiting in the parking lot downstairs.

Back at the Jinling Yuting Apartment, Luo Yuanchun was pleased to see Lu Kai kneeling at the door waiting for her. He was on the ground, like a dog seeing its master. Equally excited. Whether it was the red wine or the lack of satisfaction from He Wenhai, Yuan Chun suddenly felt a surge of sexual desire. Perhaps her desire had just been aroused by He's two hours of torment. She mounted him and took out a small sheepskin whip from her purse, occasionally giving Lu Kai a sharp whack on the buttocks, controlling his crawling speed, feeling his submissiveness emanating from his very bones.

He clumsily used his mouth to remove her shoes; Yuan Chun had specially worn sandals with ankle straps today, which had troubled him for quite some time.

"Go away." Yuan Chun kicked him away; damn it, he had accidentally bitten her, though not hard, but she rubbed her ankle, feeling a little angry.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I wouldn't dare. Your stockings are too thin..." He desperately kowtowed on the ground

. "Come here."

He looked at her in terror, but still obediently crawled over.

She raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face. "You deserve it!" “

Yes, yes, this servant deserves to be punished.”

Seeing the red finger marks on his face, tears welling in his eyes, yet he still held his head high, waiting for her next slap. Yuan Chun suddenly couldn't bring herself to hit him hard. She slapped him lightly again, then stuck her foot out.

"If you bite again, I'll kill you."

"Yes, I won't dare." He spoke indistinctly, his mouth full of her shoelace. With great effort, she finally untied one shoelace.

"Lick it." She flung the other shoelace off herself, kicked him over, placed one foot between his legs, and the other on his face. She hadn't bathed today; her feet must smell strong. Judging from his satisfied expression and dazed eyes, she knew he liked the smell of her feet. Yuan Chun felt that warm sense of conquest again, which she found very pleasurable.

When interacting with Lu Kai, Yuan Chun clearly felt the difference compared to interacting with other men. For example, Lu Kai would sincerely say to her, "If I disobey your orders, Master, please punish me." This was based on his respect and psychological trust in her. It was clear that for him, accepting and obeying Yuan Chun's commands brought him pleasure. And her commands generally didn't exceed his tolerance limit, because Yuan Chun understood his limits. Although she would often order him to do things he didn't like, her commands were generally things he liked and harmless. If she didn't maintain this atmosphere of giving orders, she couldn't continue this "master-slave" life with him. Because she wanted this master-slave relationship to permeate daily life, it couldn't just be about issuing commands he disliked.

Yuan Chun knew that although she was the master, Lu Kai's everything, his entire world, and he loved her, loved every inch of her body, even her excrement, and perhaps… her heart, he had only recently entered the realm of SM, was young, and still possessed sexual desires and normal moral standards deep within him. Excessive physical harm and humiliation would still provoke possible resistance and psychological aversion in him; his heart remained pure. She could only conquer him with her nobility and charm.

Yuan Chun was learning to control him. She commanded him not to masturbate behind her back. She began to limit the frequency of his masturbation, first once a week, then every ten days, and then every two weeks.

Their relationship was like this in everyday life. Even when they slept, Yuan Chun stipulated that he couldn't sleep on the bed—because he was a "slave," she ordered him to sleep under the bed. But she would attend to his needs, covering him with a blanket to keep him warm. The "master-slave" relationship wasn't simply about commands and obedience, but a sweet atmosphere of mutual support. Of course, during SM, this master-slave relationship was different from the etiquette of ordinary life; he had to thank her for everything she did for him.

He had completely and unconditionally accepted Luo Yuan Chun's control over his will, seeing Yuan Chun as his master, desiring to satisfy her, desiring to endure immense pain for her, desiring to debase himself, even imagining self-mutilation to satisfy her, to prove his loyalty to her. This desire had sexual connotations; he had told Yuan Chun that during the period after their breakup, he often created such scenarios in his imagination and occasionally tried to realize them.

Yuan Chun devised a training plan for him. The first step was to cultivate a sense of humiliation in his mind. She instilled in him the habit of kneeling, requiring him to kneel before his master at all times, sometimes for hours on end. He was also forced to kneel while writing on paper to communicate with her. When bidding farewell to his master, he had to kneel and kowtow, cultivating a state of awe, worship, and fear in her.

In truth, Lu Kai voluntarily chose absolute obedience, and Yuan Chun enjoyed the pleasure of being absolutely obeyed. The element of "obeying orders," like SM itself, excited both Lu Kai and her. He enjoyed Yuan Chun torturing him; even when she whipped him and dripped candle wax on him, his excitement didn't stem from the pain or the wax, but from the thought that his master, Yuan Chun, commanded him to endure it. It was this "sense of endurance" that truly excited him. This was similar during anal torture. The mere heat and pain became pleasure precisely because of this "feeling of wanting to refuse but having to accept it"! When the pain of whipping and the wax were forced upon him in his slave mentality, each drop of wax brought him pleasure. Although Lu Kai seemed to be enjoying himself, Yuan Chun preferred the feeling of sadomasochism and subservience—a feeling that could only be understood, not explained.

After taking him as her slave, Yuan Chun acquired a very large and thick dildo. Every time she wore it, she felt a surge of conquest and dominance within her, an extension of her sadistic desires. She liked to wear it, stand before Kai, who was kneeling at her feet, and forcefully insert the thick dildo into his mouth, making him perform oral sex on her.

At night, when lying in bed preparing to sleep, Yuan Chun also liked to place his head between her bare thighs and have him perform oral sex on her. At this time, Yuan Chun liked to twist her hips, her thighs forcefully kneading his head and face, feeling the heat emanating from his face and his eager tongue. Then, she would grab his hair with both hands and forcefully push and pull his face against her genitals until she reached orgasm.

There seemed to be a spiritual connection between Yuan Chun and Lu Kai, and it was this connection that allowed the SM to proceed smoothly. This master-slave relationship is no different from that between a child and a mother; the slave cannot lose his master, and the master cannot abandon his slave. In the atmosphere of SM, sometimes Yuan Chun feels that Lu Kai is like her son, which sometimes makes her feel guilty. But there seems to be some kind of spiritual interdependence between them. Of course, Lu Kai and Yuan Chun are not related by blood, which allows her to quickly escape the otherwise extremely heavy moral pressure. What exists between them is only a complex and perverse sexual desire, a distorted love affair.

Why would Lu Kai willingly submit to her? This has always been a mystery to Yuan Chun. Linda, who has several submissives, told her that it might be because this relationship with her brings Lu Kai a sense of "stability." Linda said, "A masochist wants someone who can protect him, control him, and command him, to escape his own loneliness." A man becomes a sexual masochist because he craves his spirit to be "bound." One of Linda's slaves once said, "What I really crave is to be bound even tighter, not only physically, but also mentally."

Many typical masochistic men lack parental love, leading to a lack of emotional stability. Linda believes that Lu Kai's early loss of his mother may be one of the reasons for his abnormal psychology. After being physically bound, he seems to gain this feeling. It can be likened to a drifting duckweed, searching for a stable home. The lack of love makes his personality incomplete, and the only thing that can compensate for it is love. However, he is no longer a child, and sexual desire has become mixed into his needs. Of course, some submissives enjoy punishment due to childhood trauma. It is said that submissives are generally very emotionally invested; they are highly gifted but have unstable wills. When they find someone who can protect and control them, they naturally trust her. A female submissive should give her male slave time to naturally become a part of her life.

But Linda says that a submissive will not obey a woman to satisfy her desires; he obeys because he needs her to help him complete and release his incomplete will. One of Linda's slaves said to her after a game, "I finally understand that I was born a slave, and only in this way can I liberate my soul." This shows how strong the willpower control a male slave needs to achieve his liberation. Therefore, if the female lead cannot provide the slave with the protection he needs, he will leave her sooner or later—because what he seeks throughout his life is a sense of "stability" that can provide for his unstable psychology.

Yuan Chun did find that Lu Kai's mental will was very unstable. He had a strong sense of dependence on her, and he longed for his soul and body to be imprisoned and bound together. However, if he felt that he could not get the sense of protection he expected, he might leave her.

Yuan Chun still decided to take some control methods beyond willpower. She called Lin Dan over and asked her to use a camera to record how Lu Kai knelt on the ground begging to be her slave, how he begged her to abuse him, how he sucked her dildo, how he begged her to whip him, how he pleaded to be her toilet slave, and his heinous "perverted" behavior of serving her in the toilet, in order to further control him. Lindan recorded for more than two hours, capturing almost the entire "essence" of her master-slave relationship with Lu Kai, including him drinking her urine with his mouth and licking her anus.

Although Yuan Chun told Lu Kai that it was for her future amusement, they both knew perfectly well that it was a weapon to prevent him from breaking free of her control. He didn't say it, but his eyes seemed to tell Yuan Chun that it was unnecessary, because he didn't want to leave her at all… In fact, there was another reason he probably couldn't guess: Yuan Chun was somewhat worried about potential legal trouble from such brutal abuse.

At this moment, Yuan Chun's lust surged. She ordered him to lie down, then took off her outer clothes and skirt, and then her underwear. She sat her naked buttocks on his face.

"Lick me, make me orgasm,"

he began to vigorously perform oral sex on her, his face rhythmically rising and falling beneath her buttocks. She felt his warm, wet tongue rapidly licking her genitals.

Previously, Yuan Chun had always felt somewhat insecure about her large buttocks. But now, not only did she no longer feel that inferiority complex, she felt proud. She had discovered that a full buttocks was the best tool for disciplining a man. Fang Di and Lu Kai had already confirmed this. When she spread her buttocks, revealing her brown cleft, she had already captivated half of their souls. Then, she used her anus to cover their noses and genitals, pressed down on their mouths, sat on their faces, and slightly shifted her buttocks to find the most comfortable position. At this moment, the men's faces were practically swallowed by her large buttocks.

At this moment, Yuan Chun completely disregarded whether Lu Kai was comfortable or not, pressing all her weight on his face, and then desperately fucking his face. A sense of superiority arose from ravaging his face, a symbol of male dignity, with the dirty parts of a woman's excrement. Lu Kai's mouth and nose were already flattened, his breathing was cut off, "waaaaaah," he let out a dying cry like a frog, his face struggling desperately under her buttocks, but as soon as his nose was freed from the entanglement of her anus, she immediately pressed down with her genitals, and his face could not escape the lewd power of her buttocks.

She could feel him struggling for air under her buttocks. When she estimated that he was about to give up, she would lift her buttocks to give him a little air. Of course, she couldn't kill him.

Yuan Chun giggled incessantly. The sense of conquest and the pleasure from her hip movements brought her to a state of ecstasy far surpassing that of normal intercourse. She suffocated him with her buttocks, not only physically but also mentally, completely raping him. A woman's buttocks were truly a wondrous combination of gentleness and violence, sex and death. She suddenly felt that perhaps she was indeed a dangerous woman.

Not long after, she felt that familiar sexual arousal on his face.

Then, Yuan Chun lay on the sofa watching TV while Lu Kai mopped the floor, wiped the tables, chairs, and windows. She found this somewhat novel; he did housework as soon as he got home every day, and she wondered what force made a boy so enthusiastic about these trivial tasks. She saw him squatting on the floor, one hand supporting himself, the other wiping a stain, taking more than ten minutes. When he stood up, his face was flushed, but he had finally removed the stain.

Yuan Chun herself was a bit of a clean freak and always had to take a bath after getting home.

"Little slave, I need a hot tub, run me the water!"

He immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed into the master bathroom.

A few minutes later, Yuan Chun dragged her lazy body to the bathroom.

Seeing that his penis was already tented in his underwear, Yuan Chun felt it was about time. She first took off his underwear, but not completely, leaving it hanging on his leg. She took out the imported aphrodisiac she had Xiao Cao buy for her from her bag, applied it evenly to his penis with a cotton swab, focusing on the glans. Then she applied it to his perineum, finally his anus, including the prostate inside, and lastly his nipples.

She took off his shirt; hehe, his pink nipples had turned a deep red from the drug, so tempting. She gently played with them, watching him writhe uncontrollably, his face flushed. She tied one of his hands and feet together, forcing him to kneel with his legs spread, and tied a red ribbon around his penis, tying a pretty bow at the base.

"Ugh… Master… Master… It itches, it itches so much…" Lu Kai writhed uncontrollably. Hehe, it seemed the drug was taking effect.

"Is it itchy there?" *Smack*, she slapped the slave's buttocks.

"Master... there, it feels so good." At this moment, Lu Kai, who was unbearably itchy, wished something would hit his buttocks to relieve the heat.

"Alright, I'll make you feel good enough today." She swung the sheepskin whip in her hand, each strike harder than the last, and soon his fair buttocks were covered with crisscrossing red and swollen marks.

"Ah!... Ah!... Master." Lu Kai's groans made her feel itchy inside, seeing how good he felt.

"Hmph." Yuan Chun took out a large electric dildo and, when he was completely unprepared, thrust it all the way in. Then she turned it to the maximum vibration setting.

"Ah!!!!!!!!! Master!!!!!!!!!!" Lu Kai's body swayed under the vibration of the dildo.

"Don't just enjoy yourself, come and serve me." Yuan Chun sat on the edge of the bed, watching him crawl forward with difficulty until he reached her legs. He then stuck out his tongue and began to lick and kiss her. When he reached her sensitive spots, he applied slight pressure. Before she knew it, the sheets under her buttocks were soaked. She grabbed his head and pressed it hard against her genitals. "Lick it properly."

She could feel his tongue constantly moving in and out of her vagina, like it had hooks, pressing against her G-spot. His upper lip kept rubbing against her clitoris. Ah! Yuan Chun's body couldn't help but spasm. "Don't stop, faster, faster!" she moaned, enjoying this earthly bliss.

"Ah! ~~~~~~~~~~" Her vision blurred for a moment. It felt so good. After a few months, Lu Kai also knew Yuan Chun's habits. When she ejaculated, he would obediently kneel down to her side, looking at her with pleading eyes. Looking at his swollen penis, she knew he must be in a lot of pain.

"How is it? The aphrodisiac works pretty well, doesn't it?" She lay sprawled on the bed, every part of Lu Kai's body clearly visible.

"It's throbbing so badly, isn't it? Feeling good, you little bastard?" She pinched his tip.

"Ah! It feels good, please...please, Master..."

"Please what?" Yuan Chun asked knowingly.

"Ah! Let me...let me cum, okay?"... Lu Kai's saliva was already dripping down his face; it seemed he really couldn't hold on much longer.

"No."

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