[Wuxia] The Unconventional Life of a Woman from Jinling (Complete) - 13

Chapter 52 Sinking Deeper

Finally, Luo Yuanchun decided to experience that extreme sense of conquest in Lu Kai's mouth. It was a weekend just a week after she obtained Jiangsu Minsheng.

December 3, 2001, was unforgettable; it was a Sunday, one year and eight months after Lu Kai became Luo Yuanchun's slave. That day, Luo Yuanchun made Lu Kai eat her excrement… This day completely changed everything. Not only did their relationship take another big step forward, but it was also forever fixed in the position of heroine and human toilet, never to be changed again.

It was a Sunday morning, and Yu Xuan was not there. Naked, Luo Yuanchun got out of bed and lazily went to the bathroom. She made him lie on the bathroom floor, then sat her white buttocks on his face. As she squatted down, through her long, beautiful hair, he saw the smooth skin of her back.

"Are you ready?" He sensed what his master was about to do, and this moment filled him with an unusual excitement. "I've been ready for a long time, Master."

"Beg me."

"Please allow me to eat your excrement, Master. I crave to eat your excrement, I need to eat your excrement. It will be the nutrition I truly need. Let me worship you in the most extreme way in the world, worship your body. Please bestow your excrement upon your slave... After eating your excrement, I will truly belong to you. I will dedicate my whole body and soul to you. I will be your slave for life. Please grant me this favor, Master."

"Alright, since you are so despicable, so eager to eat my excrement, so eager to be my toilet slave, I will grant your wish and give it to you to eat. You should cherish this opportunity." Luo Yuanchun said lazily.

It was an indescribable feeling of depravity. He pressed his mouth to her anus and began to lick. He was extremely nervous, his hands trembling. But more than anything, he was excited. His master had been getting enemas every three months recently, supposedly a new beauty treatment. Although she wasn't dirty after yesterday's enema, a peculiar smell lingered—stronger than when he used his mouth to touch her anus before. He liked the smell; it helped him get into the mood faster. He opened his mouth wider, completely covering her anus, and gently sucked before beginning to suck harder. He pressed his tongue against her anus, his eyes fixed on her white skin, waiting patiently, but nothing came out. He imagined how the waste inside his master's abdomen was moving.

After a long time, he felt her anus begin to move and open. It felt like her anus was sucking on his mouth, slowly opening and expanding outwards. He felt something swimming towards his tongue. He suddenly became tense and afraid. He was used to his master feeding him holy water every day. But he'd basically never eaten gold before, at most using his tongue to clean her anus after defecation. Now he was being asked to eat it in large gulps—could he handle it? Fortunately, his mistress was squatting on his face, and the desire ignited by her jade-like buttocks and alluring anus somewhat offset his fear. But the thought of receiving what he had longed for from the anus of the woman he most admired filled him with a strange longing.

The moment Lu Kai had been waiting for had finally arrived. For over a year, he had fantasized about his mistress squatting on his face, her anus facing his mouth, defecating inside him—the erogenous zone that allowed him to masturbate and ejaculate. Now, he was about to truly become her human toilet, and his stomach seemed to grow incredibly hungry, but that could make him sick, even life-threatening.

A small piece of excrement finally entered his mouth, tasting bitter and somewhat unpleasant. However, perhaps because he was so familiar with his mistress's smell, or perhaps because he idolized this woman so much, or perhaps because he had waited so long, these repulsive smells didn't disgust him. He immediately began to chew, and Yuan Chun lifted her buttocks from his face and squatted on top of him as he slowly ate the excrement that had fallen into his mouth. The room was quiet; no one spoke, only the sound of his chewing filled the air. Yuan Chun didn't sit down again. After a while, he saw the tip of a piece of feces stick out and then quickly slide out. Yuan Chun tightened her anus, trying to let the feces fall into his mouth, but she couldn't. It was too long; most of it fell onto his face, the tip of his nose, and his lips, with only a little entering his mouth. He opened his mouth, licked it, and reached out to put it in his mouth. She groaned excitedly, and more feces poured into his mouth. He had now completely become Luo Yuan Chun's toilet. At that moment, he truly became her toilet.

Lu Kai was so helpless, only able to let her feces mercilessly fall into his mouth. Now, his dream had finally come true! His penis had never been so hard. When the first piece of feces pressed against his upper lip, he trembled with excitement at being so thoroughly ravaged and humiliated by this middle-aged woman. Masochistic desire surged through his body like an electric current. He couldn't imagine that he would do such a thing in his life. His personality was utterly destroyed; there was no turning back. What could be more despicable than this? He was even lower than an animal. He strained to open his mouth wide to receive her "sacred object." Her excrement slowly brushed against his lips, and he tilted his head to allow more space in his mouth for her to pass through. Her excrement filled his throat, then his mouth. But more excrement came out of her anus, cascading onto his face. His face burned with extreme humiliation. His excitement grew with each passing excrement she poured onto his face. He could sense that his mistress, Yuan Chun, was also extremely aroused, and he had to try his best to control himself from ejaculating, because once he did, he would completely ruin this precious moment. He feared that if he did ejaculate, his emotions would completely change; he would hate himself, hate everything, even his mistress. Suddenly, the defecation process ended abruptly, as quickly as it had begun. Finally, she hummed softly and sprinkled a little urine on his face. He lay on his back under his mistress's buttocks, his mouth stuffed with her excrement, his face covered in it. His penis had never been so hard. He began to chew her feces, tears of gratitude welling up in his eyes at the honor bestowed upon him by his mistress. Few submissives had the chance to eat the feces of such a stunning beauty as his mistress. Tasting this sacred object from her alluring anus must be like savoring a delicacy, he silently murmured to himself.

This was Chairman Luo Yuanchun's feces; this was how the chairman excreted.

Feeling the object on his tongue was the feces of a living woman just released from her body, and this mature woman was his goddess, the mistress he had served for over a year, and she was even expecting him to eat it—the feeling was indescribable. He felt his genitals harden and bulge. He began to eat slowly; her feces were bitter. This was the first time in his life he had eaten a whole piece of fresh, hot feces directly from another person's anus. For a moment, he thought of his seductive stepmother. He noticed his mistress rapidly rubbing her clitoris with one hand, and she was moaning softly. Although her eyes were still fixed on him, her gaze was becoming unfocused. Under her watchful eye, he swallowed her warm feces. "Ah...ah...you're such a good slave...ah...ah..." His mistress seemed close to climax.

After Lu Kai completely swallowed the 5-6 cm long piece of feces, he felt reborn. He felt his soul was closer and closer to this beautiful middle-aged woman, 17 years his senior. He had truly become her slave; he completely belonged to her. He began frantically licking her anus, his tongue probing deep into her rectum. Amidst his mistress's praise and excited cries, he cleaned her anus.

"Ah ah..." His mistress entered a state of ecstatic frenzy. A moment later, her plump buttocks suddenly collapsed onto his face, and he felt her body become incredibly heavy... He persisted, struggling beneath her buttocks... A few minutes later, his mistress slowly stood up, walked to the sink, and prepared to wash her hands.

He had been trying to control his churning stomach, but suddenly he felt nauseous. Unable to control the rising tide of nausea, he hurriedly got up, rushed to the toilet, and vomited everything up. His mistress immediately covered her mouth and nose and fled.

"I'm sorry, mistress, I'm truly useless. Please punish me!" Half an hour later, after rinsing his mouth, he met his mistress in the living room. He crawled on his knees to her, kneeling at her feet and begging for forgiveness.

"This is the first time you've eaten my feces. Spitting it out is forgivable, but don't be so useless again. Don't disappoint me," the chairman said lazily, lying on the sofa. Clearly, the master, having just experienced an orgasm in the bathroom, was in a good mood.

"Thank you for forgiving me, Master. Please rest assured, Master, I will definitely not disappoint you."

The next day, as usual, Lu Kai knelt in the bathroom, waiting for the mistress's arrival. The mistress walked in wearing only high-heeled slippers, completely naked. She didn't sit on the toilet; instead, she straddled it with her legs spread, leaning slightly forward, her buttocks sticking out at the same height as my face.

"Are you ready today?"

"Ready, Master. Today I will definitely not disappoint you." Although he said this, he was still very nervous. Clearly, the master wanted to maintain a long-term "relationship" with him, if a woman had any "relationship" with her "toilet."

He gently shifted, making it easier for his mouth to receive the "food" that was about to be bestowed upon him from her anus. He gently grasped her thigh and leaned in, sealing his mouth against the mistress's anus. This way, she could sit down more steadily when she defecated, and he would be more stable. His tongue began to lick and kiss around her anus, then plunged deep into her asshole, saying, "I'm ready... all set." His voice was immediately muffled by her buttocks.

She reached back and grabbed his head tightly, sitting back and opening her anus to prepare to defecate in his mouth. For the first minute, nothing happened; she was clearly adjusting to her "new toilet." After a while, Lu Kai felt the changes in her rectum. At first, he didn't taste anything when the feces pressed against the tip of his tongue in her anus. Then his tongue was pushed out. A large, thick, sticky piece of feces squeezed past his lips and into his mouth. It tasted bitter. It quickly filled his entire mouth. He felt a little suffocated and instinctively tried to pull back. But he grabbed her thighs, and at the same time, her hands pressed firmly against his head, preventing him from escaping. Unable to chew, he could only suck on her feces forcefully. Her feces kept pouring into his mouth, and he had to swallow it in large gulps. Her copious amount of feces quickly filled his stomach, and he couldn't believe he was being so cruelly ravaged by the chairwoman. But he forced himself to stay focused, praying in his mind not to waste a single drop of this gift from his mistress. As he ate her feces, his mind wasn't filled with humiliation, but rather with the yellow delicacy that had been hidden within his beautiful mistress's body just minutes before. With each piece of feces that entered his mouth, he felt increasingly proud – in this world, his mistress had chosen only him to share the delicacies brewed deep within her. When she forcefully squeezed the last piece of feces into his mouth, she turned to watch him chew her gift. As she watched him swallow the last mouthful, she said, "Good this time, no spitting it out. You can ejaculate now." (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can you possibly enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation!) Maintain the sensation of ejaculation for 30 minutes, enjoy the pleasure to the point of dizziness. Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Without touching himself, he felt his master's high-heeled slippers lightly touch his hard, erect genitals. He ejaculated a large puddle, which landed on the floor in front of him.

His master left, and he lay on the tiled floor of the toilet, tasting the smell of her feces, his mind blank. He felt more degrading than ever before.

The next day, he started having diarrhea, and his master made him take norfloxacin.

Chapter 053 New Stimulation in the Office

In this era of surging commerce and rampant materialism, Luo Yuanchun felt increasingly at ease. She was grateful for her beautiful face and sexy figure. She understood that in today's society, one must first have an alluring appearance, because what men say, see, and think about are all about a woman's beautiful face. The close-ups of various events on television often feature the faces, breasts, or full thighs of beautiful and charming women. When there are beautiful girls as emcees for various advertising and promotional events, people will flock to see them. A boss can't sign a contract without a beautiful woman accompanying him on a business trip. Weekly magazines would starve if their covers didn't feature voluptuous women... So, for a woman, beauty is capital. Men are generally career-oriented; their looks determine their jobs and money. Women, however, are image-driven; their beauty determines their future.

She understands that in today's society, to satisfy herself, she must harm others, she must be ruthless. Therefore, she's become increasingly selfish and greedy, corrupted by the business world. In life, besides money, she's even more enthusiastic about sex and instant gratification. Sex isn't an elevation of love, but rather its replacement. She once pursued love, but life was too cruel, so she only had sex. Sex became the bond between her and her male lovers—a means of communication, exchange, mutual dependence, and mutual satisfaction. She "plays for the thrill," sometimes displaying a "live for the moment, die for it" attitude.

Her generation experienced two major value ruptures. The traditional values instilled in her by her parents during her childhood were thoroughly criticized during the Cultural Revolution, and the values of the Cultural Revolution were almost entirely negated after the Reform and Opening Up, with the market economy bringing Western secular culture and a worship of money. Her values were further transformed by the behavior and betrayals of her ex-husband and lovers.

Now, she understands, "Men don't love women who aren't bad." To be a bad woman, one must be a perfectly bad woman—something every man dreams of. How to be perfect? First, besides possessing the typical characteristics of a "bad woman"—beauty, wit, charm, flirting, sexual openness, and social skills—she must also possess the qualities of a good woman: inherent kindness, discretion, and forgivingness. Furthermore, she must have the boldness to let go easily, avoid getting entangled in disputes, not set traps for others' money, not share resources with other men's wives, and not resort to dramatic displays of affection to force marriage. She must also have the spirit of "If you love me, great; if not, find someone else." She must be bad in a way that is carefree, magnanimous, and enjoyable—in short, bad in a way that makes men feel at ease, allows her to enjoy herself, and is without restraint. Thus, a "bad woman" who achieves this level of sophistication and class possesses a certain refinement.

Yuan Chun was not lacking in men in Nanjing. Since her divorce, she rarely experienced the loneliness of being alone; men of all kinds flocked to her like bees and butterflies, but she was unwilling to settle for mediocrity. Things that come too easily lack excitement. Her criteria for accepting a man were: besides being handsome and dashing, he absolutely had to have a story; without an exciting one, it was hard to pique her interest.

Recently, Luo Yuanchun's gaze fell on another young man in the company. His name was Duan Danqing, twenty-six years old, a senior graphic designer in the advertising department of Chunda Group. He was quite handsome, 1.78 meters tall, fair-skinned, and refined, wearing glasses. He graduated from the Zhejiang Academy of Fine Arts and was recruited to Chunda Group two years ago. He had a high talent for art, and his work in the competition was outstanding. Since joining the company, he had been diligent and conscientious. Yuanchun only started to notice him in the last six months because he would blush every time he looked at her. Luo Yuanchun had a natural sensitivity to men; she could sense this young man's secret crush on her.

Duan Danqing was somewhat shy. Although he had a special skill, he was shorter than others. This didn't refer to his penis. His penis was not only normal, but even superior to the average person's. His feet were slightly concave, mainly due to an illness he had as a child. It wasn't serious; his legs were only about a centimeter shorter, barely noticeable, even when he wore shorts. However, it made him walk with a slight imbalance. It wasn't until later that he realized he could buy special shoes to lengthen his other leg by one centimeter.

This small imperfection actually affected his ability to find a girlfriend. At that time, he hadn't had the opportunity to engage in sexual activity. If it had been a few years later, he probably would have known, been interested, and had the opportunity to do so. But until 2002, he still hadn't had the chance.

Why didn't he have the opportunity? Because he knew his own shortcomings, was afraid to pursue women, and didn't believe any woman would be willing to have sex with him, let alone marry him. One thing made him very insecure. It was his only experience attempting to pursue a girl. She was a female classmate in university. He only gave slight hints, the first step being to invite her to a movie. She, however, was very rude. She said, "Why don't you think about your own abilities? I feel very embarrassed to go out with you."

That girl was incredibly cruel. She didn't realize the devastating impact her words had on him, making him even more insecure and afraid to pursue any woman again. If he were to say something like that to any other woman, he'd be doomed.

You might ask, he has a good job and a decent income, couldn't he just buy it?

Yes, he could, but it wasn't about insecurity. This was something that required him to be naked, and that would expose the truth. If he had mentioned his foot problem beforehand, the other woman would have looked at him strangely and might have refused. If he revealed the truth at the last minute, it might have led to an argument, and he couldn't bear such a profound humiliation. So, his only outlet was masturbation, which became increasingly frequent, and the more he masturbated, the more insecure he became. At

the end of 2000, he was hired by Chunda Group. Because of his artistic talent, his job was to design product image packaging and advertising. The boss was a woman named Luo, very beautiful and with a great presence. Her beauty, her eyes, her ethereal气质 (qi zhi - a kind of refined elegance or aura) captivated him. Working under such a woman was a pleasure in itself. Due to work, he didn't see the chairwoman often, but every time he did, his heart pounded. She was so noble, so aloof; she quickly became his secret idol. Because of the female boss's looks and status, he never dared to dream of anything with her, believing it was like a toad trying to eat swan meat—impossible, the only possibility being in his fantasies.

One day in June 2002, the chairwoman suddenly summoned him to her office. That day, she wore a pristine white pencil skirt suit, which accentuated her full breasts and rounded hips. Beneath the short skirt, her thighs, encased in sheer stockings, swayed in her high-heeled sandals, and her flowing black hair—every gesture exuded the unique charm of a mature woman. A gold necklace glittered at the low-cut neckline of her dress, and below it lay her snow-white breasts and a hint of cleavage.

He swallowed hard, secretly marveling at how exposed her breasts were, with no bra visible even at this level—only a front-closure bra could achieve this. The bra lines visible through her dress suggested a patterned bra. Judging by its fullness, her cup size was likely around 36C, and the shape was certainly conical—quite nice. He licked his lips, staring at her breasts for half a second, imagining her bare-chested, displaying her proud, firm breasts, those alluring nipples, rosy and erect, seemingly dripping with moisture. Looking further down, her elegant buttocks were even more irresistible, not only round and plump but also pert and firm. The tight-fitting dress skirt, barely able to contain the fullness, revealed the shape of her buttocks without reservation. And those damned panties, so tightly wrapped around those alluring, full buttocks, shamelessly accentuated their curves above the short skirt.

The chairwoman asked him to paint an oil portrait of her. He readily agreed. Not only because the job was hard-won and well-paid, and he dared not offend his boss, but also because it would satisfy his secret admiration and desire for this sexy boss.

The chairwoman was a beautiful and voluptuous woman in her thirties, rumored to be divorced and living in a villa in the suburbs. But the chairwoman asked him to paint her portrait at her apartment in the city on the weekend. On Saturday morning, he arrived at her apartment in Moon Lake according to the address. Since he didn't have to work on Saturdays, he could do this for her on Saturday afternoon and Sunday.

The chairwoman's apartment was on the 18th floor of a high-end apartment building, and the interior was naturally quite luxurious. Of course, she must have earned a lot of money. She told him she had a villa in the suburbs, and she didn't come here often, so it was quiet here, and it was just the two of them in the house.

She said, "You don't want to be disturbed while you're working, do you?"

"That's right," he said, "That's good, let's start painting now!"

At this moment, she was only wearing a Japanese-style kimono, with a sash around her waist, which would have looked rather comical if painted. Moreover, the overlapping part of her kimono at the chest was loose, forming a heart shape, revealing quite a patch of snow-white skin. She wasn't wearing the kimono like a typical Japanese woman, but rather as casual wear, and it was made of thin fabric. This made him uneasy. If she were dressed more formally, he could concentrate on his work more easily.

She smiled and said, "The clothes aren't important, are they?"

He said, "You mean you'll paint the head first and then add the clothes? That's fine too. But if you want the best effect, you should put on what you think is your most beautiful clothes first."

She said, "The background is the most important. Isn't it nice that I'm lying on that sofa?"

"Lie down?" he said.

She said, "Yes! Oh, right, I forgot to make it clear to you, I want you to paint a nude portrait of me!"

He immediately blushed and his heart pounded, stammering, "You're not joking, are you?"

She said, "What? You can't paint nudes, can you? You paint those beautiful women in the ads so well!"

"I can, but…" He was shocked; it was simply unbelievable.

Clearly, she was a very manipulative person; once she set her mind to something, she usually had to get it done. And now, without further ado, she untied the sash at her knees, her kimono opened, and slid down to the floor. She was left only with a delicate black bra and black panties. Then she quickly removed those as well.

He stared at her, dumbfounded. She had such a beautiful body, almost as smooth and white as a young girl's, only more voluptuous, with a thicker waist and a slightly more pronounced amount of fat on her abdomen.

She was speaking, but he was so focused on looking that he barely heard a word. She said, "I'm not young anymore. My biggest wish is to leave behind a portrait before my body deteriorates!"

She suddenly chuckled and said, "What's wrong with you? You've never seen a woman before, have you?"

"I...of course I have!" he said.

He had seen plenty when he was in art school. Life drawing was essential training; otherwise, it was impossible to draw a good human figure. But those situations were different. Many art students would draw a woman together, everyone focused on art, and those were professional models they didn't know. Now it was just the two of them, and they knew each other, making the situation rather awkward.

"Mr. Luo, you're so beautiful. And you've maintained yourself so well," he said, breaking the awkwardness.

Yuan Chun pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Oh, not at all, I'm old now. It's the young girls' world now." Remembering Dawei's occasional coldness and the subtle clues of his flirting with those young girls, Yuan Chun felt her beauty had faded and couldn't help but sigh softly.

At this moment, she was already naked in front of him. Moreover, his face began to flush; he could sense she had ulterior motives. Otherwise, she would have stated beforehand instead of suddenly undressing like this. This excited him greatly, and he also had some fantasies.

"How about it?" the chairman said, gently touching his body. "Would you like to paint for me?"

"Of course," he replied, now that things had come to this, he couldn't ask her to put her clothes back on. He secretly pondered her intentions. He stammered, "I...I! Let's begin."

She said, "However, I need you to make some adjustments first. Look, here, it's best to make it flatter. And don't make it so thick here!"

She was referring to her lower abdomen and pubic hair. As she said, she had a bit too much fat on her lower abdomen, and her pubic hair was thick and dark. Her

lower abdomen was a flaw, but the issue of thick pubic hair was a matter of opinion. He personally thought that such thick hair was more attractive.

However, this was just his opinion, and he couldn't very well object. He set up the easel, and she lay down on the sofa. Only one step was truly difficult: he had to guide her on how to pose. When he was studying art, this was done by the professor; they never had the opportunity to get close to the model. Now it was different. He needed to guide her on how to pose, and this wasn't something that could be done just by talking. He had to physically move her ample hips. It was truly unpleasant; he touched her smooth, creamy skin, smelled her uniquely alluring feminine scent, and infused it with the perfectly applied fragrance of her expensive perfume. His arousal never ceased; his penis was hard and erect, as if he were hiding an iron rod, and hiding such a rod was no easy feat.

He finally managed to pose her, first sketching a charcoal draft on the easel. This shouldn't have taken long, but she was already complaining. She said that being still was too tiring, and having to support her head with one hand was exhausting.

He finally finished the draft and said, "Take a look, is this alright?"

She sat up, rubbing her other arm, which she used to support her head, and complained, "This is exhausting! Can you give me a massage?"

He didn't think it was a good idea, but her suggestion made him eager to oblige, so he went over and massaged her for a while. Although she was over thirty, her skin was still smooth and soft, feeling incredibly comfortable to the touch. He didn't let go until she said she was done.

At this moment, she came over to look at his draft. She could read drawings; he knew this well after working at her company for several months. Although a draft couldn't be completely accurate, someone who knew how to read drawings could tell at a glance what the finished product would look like.

She was generally satisfied, except for the groin area, which she wasn't entirely happy with. She pointed there and said, "The hair here is still a bit too thick!"

"This..." he said with difficulty, "It's hard to be precise. He's already drawn it a little less, but you still think it's too much!"

She smiled and said, "Do you prefer it thicker?"

"Personally, yes," he said. "How about this, turn your body a little to the side, you won't be able to see it at all, then there won't be a problem!"

"That's not good," she said, "I don't want people to say I don't have any hair!"

"How about this!" he said, "I'll revise it a few more times until you're satisfied."

"No!" she said, "I have a better idea. You can trim it for me, and that'll be the standard!"

"Can this be trimmed?" he said.

"You can use scissors," she said.

"Trim this place?" he said, "It's dangerous, you can easily get hurt, I don't really approve of you doing it recklessly! The scissors are sharp!"

She laughed and said, "What are you afraid of? There are special scissors here, small and blunt-tipped, don't you know? Come on! Come in, you trim it for me!"

He was very embarrassed and even more ashamed, and said, "Wouldn't you be more satisfied if you trimmed it yourself?"

She laughed again. She said, "You don't understand. You can't cut this kind of thing yourself. If you were to cut it yourself, would you think it would be convenient?"

He thought about it and realized that this was true. This most important part of himself was precisely the part he found most inconvenient to manage, just like his hair, which was very difficult to cut well himself. If he were asked to cut it himself, he was very worried. One wrong move and his manhood would be severed, and accidentally cutting himself would be an unbearable pain.

"Come on!" she said, "There are only the two of us here, what's there to be afraid of?" He

felt really embarrassed to do this. But if he refused, he was afraid it would upset her, so he half-heartedly agreed.

She took out a small pair of scissors. It was indeed a very special pair of scissors, very small and with a blunt tip, at least it wouldn't pierce the tender flesh of her vulva.

She lay down on the sofa and placed a mirror in front of her vulva. She said, "I've been wanting someone to give me a proper haircut for a long time, and now that I've found you, it's wonderful!"

She lay on the sofa, her legs spread wide, inevitably reminding him that she was waiting to do something else—sexual intercourse. He had never had the chance to have sex, but now he longed to, though he dared not even entertain the thought.

She said, "Come here, sit here!"

She patted the side of him. He had no choice but to sit down beside her. However, he immediately realized that sitting beside her wasn't enough; it was very inconvenient. She instructed him to squat down in front of her, between her legs. She spread her legs so that it would be easier for him to cut.

She placed a towel under her so that the trimmed hairs would fall onto the towel and not make a mess. Her skin was so white, and amidst the black pubic hair, her light brown labia, slightly moist, were incredibly alluring.

He had never seen a woman's vulva before; it was far more beautiful and seductive than he had imagined. Of course, this was also related to her beauty, and her figure was also good. He had seen some women in pornographic magazines whose labia were turned inside out, which was disgusting to look at.

Under her guidance, he carefully trimmed her pubic hair until she was satisfied. At this point, her vulva was very wet, and there was obvious water seeping from the slit.

She handed him a small towel and asked him to wipe away the trimmed hair. She sighed and said, "I'm so tired, let's rest for a while and then come back!"

She was very tired, but he was the opposite; his penis was very uncooperative and remained erect. It wouldn't go down, making him afraid to stand up.

Suddenly she asked, "Xiao Duan, do you have a girlfriend?"

This was a question he rarely had anyone to discuss, so he poured out his troubles to her.

She said, "Then you've never had sex with a woman, have you?"

He nodded, blushing. She sighed and said, "Life is just so unfair. Oh! Right, you still need to trim this for me!"

She was telling him to trim the hair around her labia shorter.

“Why?” he asked.

She told him it was inconvenient because it was too long, and during intercourse, the penis could easily get caught inside, making it uncomfortable for both of them.

He mustered his courage and couldn't help but ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Not right now,” she said, “I'm cutting it now, mainly just in case.”

He knew she was lying because everyone in the office knew she had boyfriends, and more than one. He'd heard that the men pursuing her could form a line, and that Xiao Lu from the computer department was her lover.

He found it difficult, yet also very interesting, so he did it anyway. He carefully cut it according to her instructions. At that moment, he felt a strong urge to insert his fingers into her wet crevice, but he still didn't dare to do it.

When he finished, his hands were very wet. But it wasn't sweat from him; it was her vaginal fluid. She closed her eyes, her face flushed, her legs moving, her vulva opening and closing—a truly spectacular sight. But he believed he was even more embarrassed than she was.

She groaned, "Oh, Duan, feel it! My whole body feels like it's spinning! It's terrible!"

"Well..." he stammered, "I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help touching you!"

She twisted her waist and said, "I don't care anymore! You have to go in, or I'll be miserable!"

He said, "You won't mind?"

Actually, he was still very proud. He already knew she had this intention, but he needed reassurance.

"What's there to mind?" she said.

He said, "One of my legs is a little off!"

"Silly boy, it's nothing, and you don't even need your leg for this," she said. "As long as the thing you need isn't broken, it's fine! Come on! Take off your clothes!"

He felt a little relieved, but still didn't understand why she was tempting him. Men always flocked to women as beautiful as her. But since he had the opportunity, why not give it a try? He couldn't possibly lose anything. So he took off his clothes.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, able to see his hard penis. She said, "Wow! I didn't expect you to be so big! You're really something, really great!"

Actually, he didn't think he was particularly outstanding; perhaps she was referring to the level of arousal? After he took off his clothes, he sat down next to her, placing his shorter leg under his normal leg.

She couldn't wait to reach out and grasp his penis. His hands also began to move wildly. The first time, he couldn't help but use too much force, and he felt as if he had become too rough. He squeezed her large breasts hard and inserted the fingers of his other hand into her vagina. She cried out in pain, and then she taught him how to be gentler.

This wasn't difficult to learn. And he didn't need to do this foreplay for long, because the trimming earlier was, in fact, the foreplay. They embraced like this. He hurriedly inserted his penis into this cave he had never been to before, but for an inexperienced person, this was not a difficult thing. If you hold a stick and put it in a place, it's easy, but now he wasn't using his hands. If he tried to use his hands to hold it, it wouldn't help much, because he couldn't see the target, and he couldn't free up one hand, because he wouldn't be able to support his upper body.

So he thrust wildly, but it was as if he hit something. It's strange how people often have to go through a lot of pursuit or means before both parties agree to do this, but even when both parties agree, it's not so easy to do it well. The opening in her vagina was really too small.

Seeing this, she smiled and said, "So you really have no experience!"

He said, "Of course I do. Why would I lie to you about something like this?"

She said, "Don't move, let me guide it!"

Her slender hand grasped his penis, and with a gentle release, it immediately and accurately reached its target. The glans pressed against the vaginal opening, and she said, "Now you can insert it!"

He thrust in all the way. Wow! The feeling was indescribable. He didn't need her to teach him; he automatically began thrusting. It was natural. One thrust, one withdrawal. His only fear at this moment was that he would become a premature ejaculator, finishing within ten or twenty seconds. He knew this would embarrass her, and severely damage his own self-esteem. But after thrusting for a while, he knew he didn't need to worry. He had already mastered the technique.

He was somewhat arrogant about this. Although he had never been intimate with women, he had done some self-training based on the advice in some books, which involved repeatedly rinsing his glans with flower wine during each bath.

Initially, he would ejaculate quickly, but with repeated attempts, the time it took to ejaculate increased. Now, in clinical trials, it had proven remarkably effective. His thrusting caused her to cling tightly to him, her legs clamping around his waist, shaking him and moaning.

This wanton woman, though making him work hard, still said, "Xiao Duan, you're really good, you're really good!"

This woman was truly formidable!

After a while, following a series of intense thrusts, she cried out loudly, clinging tightly to him, her whole body trembling violently as if electrocuted. He could see her neck muscles taut and erect, her eyes tightly closed. He also ejaculated at this moment. Wow, so good!

Then, she completely relaxed, as if her bones had disintegrated. She said softly, "Stop for a moment!"

He tried to pull out, but her legs wrapped around him even tighter. She told him not to pull out, just not to move. So he did as she said.

He lay on top of the chairwoman, listening to her heartbeat, smelling her fragrance. Actually, his heart was pounding too. Slowly, she pulled his penis out.

He felt incredibly happy, very grateful to the chairwoman for letting him experience the pleasures of a woman, and she was such a beautiful, outstanding woman. He felt he had fallen intensely in love with her.

"Xiao Duan, can you lick me with your tongue?" the chairwoman said lazily, "There's so much down there... how can

I lick it?" "Just lick it," she suddenly revealed her chairwoman's face, speaking in a commanding tone, "Quickly, lick me clean down there."

At this moment, he was blinded by lust, as if hypnotized by her, and immediately knelt down obediently, buried his head in her lower body, and began to lick her ravaged, wet vulva.

Would she say he was a pervert? So what if he was a pervert! Psychologically, he suddenly felt a masochistic pleasure.

He wanted her to wantonly humiliate him. So he arched his body, buried his head deep into her thighs, and began to lick her.

So this is what licking a vulva feels like! She didn't look down on him; instead, she kept praising his tongue's skill. Soon, his penis began to rise again, maintaining its strength for ten minutes afterward, giving her continued satisfaction. She clung to him for a long time, and he maintained his powerful erection. This surprised even himself; he hadn't expected his skills to be so impressive. Their prolonged contact quickly rekindled his interest. Her interest also gradually returned.

He inserted his penis into her vagina again, tried moving it slightly, and she moaned, saying, "Come on! Let's do it again!"

So he continued. They fought again, he performing at his best, completely at his own pace, while she had no choice but to surrender. After a short rest, they fought again, and he ejaculated three times in total. In fact, she was more exhausted than him; she was very wet, and the sofa was soaked.

After the third time, she said weakly, "No, I can't do it anymore. You've satisfied my thirst these past few days!"

He, however, remained steady, like a pillar supporting a raging torrent. He believed that if he rested a little longer, he would still be quite capable.

"No more! No more! Let me go!" she pleaded. Suddenly, he felt a surge of heroic courage. So he pulled out his penis. She fell asleep almost immediately. He was also a little tired, but still curious. He got up and observed closely, especially her shaved vulva, worried that the pubic hair might get inside. And indeed, after shaving, there was no problem with it getting inside; if it hadn't been shaved, it seemed there would have been that problem.

He could see his own semen flowing backwards, and in great quantities. It was truly a strange sight. He suddenly thought that she might be pregnant, which would be incredibly exciting. Later, he also fell asleep, facing the opposite direction from her.

He spent the night at her house. The next day, they had another wild day, and he didn't leave until dusk. She said she had injured her genitals and it would take at least a few days to heal. But she did it willingly.

Chapter 54: The Change of Roles

. He painted three portraits of the chairman, meaning their physical relationship lasted for over two months.

One of the paintings was his pride and joy.

Then, the situation suddenly changed. After intercourse, the chairman was still lying on the sofa, enjoying his licking. She stroked his hair, "Be my slave, I quite like you," the chairman suddenly said to him. "What?" He couldn't believe his ears. "Be my slave, are you willing?"

"No… I don't want to be your slave?"

"Because I like enslaving men."

He didn't answer; he didn't know how. However, he believed her words; she was the kind of successful woman who could enslave a man.

"Go back and watch this video. It's my hobby. If you like me, satisfy me this way, and it will change your life." The chairman lent him several SM videotapes.

These words kept echoing in his ears. For the next few days, he tried to shake them off, but the events of that night kept replaying in his mind.

Before meeting the chairman, his life had been incredibly boring. Every day was a monotonous routine between the company and home, with no social activities. As a bachelor, his greatest pleasure at home was watching television; life was so peaceful, so uninteresting. Although he had long wanted to make a change, he was naturally shy, and in terms of women… it wasn't that he wasn't handsome enough, or that he lacked money, but he always seemed unable to get aroused sexually. This was, of course, related to his physical deficiencies.

The first videotape was a foreign pornographic film depicting how a woman abused a man. He understood English, but the language in the video wasn't English; he thought it might be German. The man crawled to the woman, head bowed, awaiting his mistress's command. At her whip's signal, the male slave began licking her high heels. He licked diligently, his tongue rubbing against the shoes, but the slave must have done something wrong; he angered his mistress. She loudly reprimanded him, and the slave trembled with fear, kowtowing and begging incessantly. But the woman showed no mercy; her whip lashed the poor slave's back. The slave groaned in pain, pleading incessantly, but the woman remained unmoved, continuing to lash her plaything. She lashed him about twenty times, until his body was covered in welts, before stopping. But she seemed unsatisfied, so she...

The second disc showed the woman sitting on the man's face... Finally, the woman urinated into the man's mouth, making him feel hot all over, but also somewhat nauseous.

The third disc was...

Watching that videotape, he felt hot all over, but strangely, it gave him a familiar feeling, as if it were a feeling buried deep within his heart. He could feel his pants bulging, and he was actually excited.

"Have you seen those videos?"

"Yes," he answered softly, "Why did you make me watch this kind of thing?"

"Did you like it?"

"I don't know..."

"Don't lie to me, and don't lie to yourself."

"I liked it a little, but there were parts I didn't like."

"I've been observing you for a long time, Xiao Duan. You're boring; your life has no fun at all. And you have a crush on me. You know I can't have you as my boyfriend, but I believe you can be my sex partner, or more precisely, my sex slave. It suits you, and we'll both be happy."

To hide his excitement and embarrassment, he coughed lightly. "But I'm not the kind of person you imagine."

He had long heard that the chairman was a woman with a strong will; she was persistent and determined, and once she set her mind on something, she would never give up. He thought that if she set her sights on him, he was destined to be ruined by her, unless he didn't want this job anymore. And what was even more terrifying was that he liked her so much, admired her, even loved her. He had been secretly in love with her all along, and deep down he longed to be with her every day.

The chairman patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t suppress your desires, show your true self. You’re hard to arouse, what people call frigidity, but is that really true? No, you’re a normal man, and your penis isn’t small either. It’s just that you need a special method to satisfy it. I think you only get excited when you’re enslaved by a woman; you have a masochistic mentality. Don’t tell me you weren’t excited after watching this video. Your little brother exposed your weakness when you were licking my genitals.”

Actually, at that moment, he was already aroused. The chairman glanced at the tent in his pants, and he couldn’t hide it; his face turned red.

“Believe me, Xiao Duan, you will have an experience you’ve never had before, an incomparably pleasurable feeling. You will begin your new life. I know you might not believe everything I say now, but I will prove your true nature.”

The chairman lowered his head and said to him in a condescending voice, “Be my slave. I need a submissive man in the office to serve me.”

“I… but I…” He wanted to say that he loved her but didn’t want to be her slave, but he felt the occasion was inappropriate. He wanted to argue, but he didn’t dare.

“There are some men in this world who appear respectable and live ordinary lives, but deep down they crave and enjoy being enslaved. Yes, they are born to enjoy being enslaved by women, living humiliating lives, being women's slaves, enduring all kinds of abuse. It's all to vent their desires…” The chairwoman seemed to see through his thoughts.

“No one is born liking to be enslaved!” he retorted. She gracefully shook her finger, signaling him to be quiet, and continued, “No, some men like to be enslaved. They have a servile nature, and this servility allows them to derive true pleasure from being enslaved by women. And you, Duan Danqing, I have discovered this servility in you. Don't deny it; as your boss, I've been observing you for a while. I'm certain you possess this potential, the potential to be a slave. Of course, you need an excellent woman to train you.” She stood up and walked towards him, a fragrant breeze wafting over. She leaned closer to him, saying each word slowly and deliberately, "Stop deceiving yourself, stop hiding your true self, unleash your desires. Be my slave, and I'll take you into this wonderful world."

He almost succumbed, but his last line of defense held him back. "No, I don't want to be anyone's slave. I like you, and... but I don't want to be anyone's slave," he cried out, a dazed look on his face. The chairman smiled at him. "You don't need to answer me right away; you need time to think. Taking the first step is hard, but once you do, you'll find yourself in a wonderful world. I'll give you three days to think it over. You can answer me on Thursday, okay?" He murmured, "I... okay, I... I don't know. I'm sorry."

Just then, the phone on the chairman's desk rang.

"You can go back now."

"Yes, Chairman."

He turned and left the chairman's office, the chairman's voice on the phone echoing behind him.

Back home, he barely slept a wink all night. The chairman's words kept echoing in his mind. Could he really find pleasure in this humiliation? Was he really born to enjoy being enslaved by women? He kept asking himself, he felt it wasn't true, he didn't want to admit it, but the alluring picture, the man's humble appearance, everything excited him. He shook his head desperately, hoping to forget it all, hoping it was just a dream, but he quickly gave up. "Unleash your desires," "Become my slave," these words echoed endlessly in his mind. After days and nights of turmoil, he finally made a decision.

He knocked on the chairman's door. "Come in," came the chairman's voice from inside.

He walked in tremblingly. "Chairman, you wanted to see him?"

The chairman, wearing her familiar beige suit, sat behind her desk. Her shorts and trousers were very short, her full thighs incredibly alluring. Her long, slender legs were propped up in the center of the large desk, her milky-white high heels facing him with an air of arrogant arrogance. He stood there, silently bowing his head, his hands nervously rubbing together. He dared not look her in the eye. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The chairman didn't speak immediately; the room remained silent for a long time, or at least he thought it was a long time. Finally, she spoke, "Have you thought it through? I promised to give you three days. What's your decision?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, her voice rose, "Lift your head and look at me. Have you even thought about it? Even if you don't want to, you should at least say what you're thinking." He instinctively obeyed her. He slowly raised his head to look at her. Today she was wearing her usual clothes, with light makeup, dressed like a professional woman. But he could imagine the chairman in a queenly outfit, heavily made-up, revealing leather, holding a whip and exuding an arrogant aura. He also imagined kneeling at her feet, obediently licking her feet… He fantasized, and his lower body hardened. The chairman's voice rang out again; she was clearly angered by his silence.

"Don't you want to work here anymore? Answer me now." She seemed angry. "I've thought about it, and I'm willing, but I'm afraid…"

"What are you afraid of?" "

I'm afraid of others finding out."

"No, this is just a secret between the two of us," she said. "I want to, but I…" He was somewhat confused… even more at a loss. Chairman Luo stood up from her executive chair, walked around the desk, and stood in front of him.

With a sharp "slap," the chairman slapped him hard across the face and demanded, "Do you want to or not? Answer me! I don't like men who stammer!" The pain on his face brought him back to reality.

"I...I'm afraid of pain...I'm afraid..."

"So you don't want to?" He touched his reddened face, looking at the chairman's angry expression, and suddenly felt a wave of fear. Yes, this fear finally brought him to his senses.

She turned away and walked towards the table. He suddenly found his courage. "Chairman..."

She turned back.

He slowly knelt down. She watched his movements, a smile suddenly appearing in her eyes. Although he knew very well that once he knelt down, he would be this woman's slave for life, he still knelt down. He knelt at the chairman's feet and said softly but clearly, "I'm willing. I'm willing to be...to be your slave. I've always loved you..."

Kneeling before the chairman, he suddenly felt a sense of relief. This was his decision, the decision he had considered for several nights. "Isn't this easy?" he thought. "I thought saying that would be difficult."

"Very good, Xiao Duan, you are very brave. You've finally taken the first step. Congratulations," the chairman said with a smile. He looked up at her, her eyes filled with approving smiles. "Alright, Duan Danqing, let's begin. Let's begin the ceremony of accepting you as my slave." She turned and sat back in her swivel chair.

"Listen, Duan Danqing, I have a desire for dominance. I have more than one slave by my side, and they must all obey me completely. Now that you are willing to become my slave, I need to understand your level of docility. You must learn to obey me completely. As your master, I will train you with my experience, teach you how to serve a woman who rules you, and teach you to discover the servility buried in your heart. I will lead you into this wonderful world. Now, I'm giving you one last chance to leave. Are you really willing to be my slave?" He was deeply captivated by her words and nodded almost without hesitation. The chairman continued, “Alright. Now I’ll tell you a few requirements for being my slave. First, unless there are outsiders present, you must always address me as ‘Master.’ I can ask you to use other honorifics such as ‘Boss’ or ‘Goddess.’ Slaves must not use any words before such honorifics, such as ‘My Master,’ because slaves are subordinate to their masters. Second, you may never stand upright without my permission. Slaves may only appear before their masters at waist or knee level. If I stand, you must kneel; if I sit, you must lie down, understand? Third, slave…” The word “slave” kept echoing in his ears. Yes, slave. He was now this beautiful woman’s slave. He was no longer the man he once was. He had finally escaped his boring life and was beginning to forge a new self. Now, kneeling on the ground, he was the real him, a born slave. “Fourth, slave…” Kneeling at his master’s feet and listening to his master’s voice filled him with excitement. He could feel the servility within him, and he was beginning to believe the words that he was a born slave.

He began to anticipate the chairman's training of him. "Finally, the slave must obediently follow all of the master's commands, ideas, and torments, and is absolutely not allowed to resist, even if the slave's life is threatened. At any time, as long as I am pleased, you will give your life if necessary. Alright, these are the rules for being a slave. You must strictly abide by them. Of course, the most important and fundamental rule is that the slave must absolutely obey the master. Understand?"

He nodded. "I understand."

The chairman smiled with satisfaction, pulled a piece of paper from the folder, and placed it in front of him. "Take a close look at this contract; this is the contract establishing your slave relationship with him. If you agree to all the terms above, sign it below." He respectfully took the contract and began to read it carefully.

"Duan Danqing hereby relinquishes all rights from this day forward, voluntarily becoming Ms. Luo Yuanchun's slave until she grants him his freedom. As Luo Yuanchun's slave, he will unconditionally accept her every wish and obey her every command. He must completely submit to his mistress and regard every expression of her satisfaction as extreme mercy. The mistress not only has the right to punish her slave for the slightest negligence or fault, but can also torture him at will, or do so merely to pass the time. If she so desires, she can sell him at any time, and the slave must obey his master's commands at all times, and give his life for his master when necessary. In other words, his life will be in Luo Yuanchun's hands, and he will become her private property…"

The entire page was filled with cruelty, injustice, and primal savagery that would be intolerable by conventional moral standards. Yet, it gave him a feeling of excitement. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster, and his body growing hotter and hotter. He read it sentence by sentence, greedily savoring the cruelty and humiliation between the lines, unable to extricate himself. Trembling, he took the pen from the table and signed his name in the slave section. As he threw down the pen, he heard the master sigh softly. He didn't look up, but knelt silently on the ground, awaiting his master's summons. After a long silence, the master's voice rang out again, "Very good, his slave, you have taken the most difficult step. Now let him lead you to enjoy this wonderful world. Now kiss his feet." With that, she sat back down at the desk and issued him the first command of his slave life.

He reveled in the humiliation of receiving the command and did not immediately obey his master's words. So the master's punishment fell upon him. One of the master's feet kicked him hard, the force so great that he rolled to the ground. The master's angry voice reached his ears, "You wretched slave, didn't you hear your master's orders? A slave should carry out his master's orders without hesitation, without any room for doubt. Otherwise, no matter the reason, he must be punished. Don't you understand? Now kneel down and kowtow to your master while apologizing."

He slowly got up and knelt down, beginning to kowtow as his master instructed: "I'm so sorry, Chairman... no, Master, this servant knows he was wrong. Please punish this servant, and this servant promises never to do it again."

Humiliation overwhelmed him with ecstasy, and he became even more convinced that his choice was right. The chairman said, "I will punish you for any mistakes you make. But I've decided to let you lick my feet first. I will teach you how to serve your master's feet." As she spoke, she stretched out her jade-like feet in front of him.

He held the sole of his mistress's foot with one hand and grasped her ankle with the other, carefully cradling her foot. The master was still wearing flesh-colored stockings, through which one could vaguely see the master's fair skin and toes coated with balsam juice, and his heart began to pound.

"Take off my stockings," the chairman commanded, lifting her skirt to her thighs. He looked up from her feet, and her alluring legs were now exposed before him. The stockings perfectly outlined the beautiful curves of her thighs, their silky sheen making him dizzy. When his gaze reached the end, the sight was almost breathtaking. Her skin was as lustrous as white jade, and the panties tightly covering her private parts were so short they fueled his fantasies. The thin, almost transparent silver panties made her private parts even more prominent, seemingly clearly visible, but the skirt's perfect concealment prevented light from penetrating. Thus, that patch of blackness was veiled in a thin gauze, hazy and indistinct, adding to its alluring beauty. Partly due to the beauty before him, and partly due to his astonishment at the lewd attire beneath her professional attire, he lingered for a moment, but after the chairman slapped him again, he quickly continued his work. He carefully and slowly unhooked the stockings from her legs. When one stocking was crumpled up, he deftly removed it from his owner's toes and placed it on the table, then

looked up at her with a questioning look in his eyes. His owner nodded slightly, and he repeated his work on the other leg. Finally, both stockings were off, and as he hesitated about which foot to kiss, his owner provocatively extended her right foot in front of him. He took her foot in his hands, unsure how to begin. His owner scolded, "Hurry up and kiss it." He quickly obeyed, bringing his mouth to hers, but only clumsily kissed the instep. His owner became angry, slapping him twice across the face with her left foot, shouting, "You idiot, you can't even kiss a woman's feet properly, and you're already doing it so badly from the start…"

"Is this my first time?" he muttered to himself, but dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction on his face. The master sighed and said, "It seems that training you will truly require some effort. I'm really not sure if my choice was right." He felt a chill and quickly lowered his head, pleading, "I am very clumsy, but I am loyal to my master. Please, master, don't abandon me. I will definitely learn the skills of a slave well and serve you wholeheartedly." The master seemed quite satisfied with his words, and his anger subsided considerably. He said softly, "It's rare to find such loyalty. Alright, I'll teach you from the beginning. First, hold my feet. Be very gentle, and don't hurt my master in the slightest."

He did as he was told. "Then bring your lips to his feet, starting with the toes, kissing the tips, slowly moving down to the instep, while gently kneading the soles with your hands, slowly, with a little pressure, yes, that's the rhythm, yes. Okay, now slowly move to my toes, kiss them, okay, now take each toe into your mouth. Mmm, slowly suck, yes, keep that rhythm... lick between my toes, lick carefully with your tongue, don't miss any spot. Next, lick the other toe, yes, so comfortable."

It was his first time licking a woman's feet, but he had never imagined it would be such a wonderful thing. His master's feet were smooth and delicate, and his burning lips against his master's cool skin had a refreshing feeling. He smelled the faint odor of foot grime and leather emanating from the feet, a smell that was so wonderful to him, he inhaled it greedily, like a drug addict smelling heroin. His master's teasing sounds made him even more engrossed, and he even took it upon himself to gently flick the toes in his mouth with his tongue. The master's trembling voice and intermittent moans indicated that he wasn't doing too badly, so he worked even harder.

"I know what you need—to give up yourself and fall down before me. Come on, believe me, don't be afraid! I'm going to take you into another world, I'm going to force you to completely forget yourself, and teach you how to satisfy me. Come on, now is the time, let me hear you say: 'Yes, master.'" the chairwoman said gently to him.

"Yes, master," he replied, quickly taking off his shoes and socks, pulling down his trousers, clumsily unbuttoning his shirt, tearing it off and throwing it aside. Then, he stood before her, naked, waiting, his hands still pressed tightly against the outside of her thighs.

The chairwoman was unhurried, leisurely smoking, looking him up and down. She looked him in the eyes first, making him feel like he had nowhere to hide.

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